#ok granted it’s not Everyone. but. it’s more than half

[milk-lover]

Everyone this session:

[wandringaesthetic]

Called five pharmacies to see if they had any adderall which was definitely worse for my mental health than not having any adderall

[psipies]

The case: What happened in Hell 7 (and a half) years ago

Good morning Detectives, I gathered you here because I need my best people to crack this case wide open! *slams fist on her palm*

I'm especially interested in the role of Alastor in all that shebang.

Let's start with the initial situation, shall we?

Population of Hell started to grew rapidly. We know that Lilith was working hard towards an uprising against Heaven. She was definetely more driven than Lucifer.

Obviously Heaven wasn't very happy about it.

Meanwhile Alastor appears in Hell. He quickly makes a name for himself, having the power that no mortal could have randomly. In no time he speedruns that whole being dead thing and gains the chair among the most powerful overlords.

He also have a thing going on with Vox. Partnership and probably future plans.

Ok. So now we are at the point when Shit Hit's The Fan. *adjusts her glasses*

What facts do we have, based on the dialogues and reactions between our demons of interest:

1. Lucifer made a deal with Heaven that they promise not to kill hellborns during Exterminations. Obviously he mainly had Charlie in mind. So it implies that her life was at stake at some point. Maybe Heaven threatened to wipe all Hell to the ground in one take? Maybe something else.

2. Lilith made a deal with Adam. Or it was a deal tieing her somewhat to him. We learn that by her last conversation with Lute. "Adam is dead. Your deal is off." Also her deal could probably include her staying in Heaven... With Adam? Or just to take her out of the Hell's picture? Either way, it definetly was a jab at Lucifer. To add an insult to the injury.

3. Alastor have something to do with the whole Extermination Talks. He dissappeared at the peak of his power, having a pretty good thing going for himself. His power just couldn't came from nothing, so he gained it through a deal with someone powerful, right after he appeared in Hell. We can assume that this power could be granted only by someone really powerful, someone who had an interest of having an overpowered demon (with a bunch of powerful overlords souls in his pocket) on his leash. Maybe to have him as a lieutenant of some sorts... We could assume that could be Lilith... BUT! Zestial said that there is a rumor that Alastor was absent because he made some deal with... Heaven. Do Haven have any hell-power granting bilities? Dunno. So maybe it's a gossip about him in general being entangled in the talks with Heaven. And let's not forget that him staying close to Charlie is no coincidence. We hear Vox saying "we can't let him making any deal with her". It's obvious that having Charlie on the leash would give him crazy leverage over everyone. But I think that he may try to kill two birds with one stone here - he's doing whatever he was ordered by his master/mistress to do (whatever this is), in the same time trying to free himself out of the deal and regain full power. At that point I think he may be even under two deals. Initial granting him his power, and the second one which somehow restrains him. But maybe I'm taking it way to far.

4. Lucifer made the deal with Heaven as a lesser evil. Maybe just to protect lifes of his family, maybe also to decrease the scale of the Extermination in general. Still better to be purged once a year, sparing the hellborns, than being in an open constant war. He lost his wife in this deal, who he still loves (he still wears his wedding band). We can assume that he pushed Charlie away out of guilt and shame. We also know that Alastor is fuckin pissed at him. Concluding from Alastor's reaction in first second he sees The King of Hell, they have a history. A seven year old history, if you please 😏 Knowing Alastor, his feelings doesn't came from the place of being concerned about lifes of the sinners. It's about his own thing. Somehow Lucifer's decisions fucked with the good thing he got going for himself. He was forced on his "sabbatical" by it. Maybe it even forced him to break his partnership with Vox.

*exhales*

Ok, Detectives, let's go! I want to hear some good theories!

*angrily throws the folder on the desk and looks around the room*

[annymation]

What things annoyed and infuriated you the most in Wish 2023 (or Canon!Wish)?

OOOOH BOY! You just gave me permission to open a whole can of worms! Let's gooo!

Okay so here's a list:

I don't like how weak the reveal of what Magnifico actually does is. Asha finds out that he doesn't grant all the wishes, awesome, that would be a cool reveal, except, it's not a reveal, she freakin KNEW THIS! Asha herself said to a kid "It could be you someday" COULD! Asha, you said COULD, as in, there's the POSSIBILITY he'll grant that kid's wish, not a certainty! Not to mention if he only grants ONE wish per month then OF FREAKING COURSE not all wishes are granted. Okay, case in point, there's no grand reveal that the king is doing something no one knew, Asha apparently just forgot how their kingdom works.

Now hear me out, I am NOT one of those people that says Magnifico is a hero and Asha is a villain, I wanna make this clear, because although I find people who legit think like that kinda funny and I reblog their takes from time to time, I also find it frustrating that Disney managed to make a STRAIGHT, WHITE, MAN, IN A POSITION OF POWER, MORE LIKABLE THAN THEIR SECOND BLACK PROTAGONIST! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? IT'S SO EASY TO MAKE US HATE HIM!!!-ahem- But, although Magnifico is the most likable character in the movie, I do not see him as a hero, no no no, keeping the wishes away from the people of Rosas is bad, pretending that he'd grant Sabino's wish only to say SIKE was bad, saying he'd never grant Asha family's wishes was bad. So, am I saying Magnifico is a villain?... No. That's topic number 2, Magnifico wasn't a villain, he was a jerk. A jerk does not a villain make. I didn't feel threatened by that man for not a single minute, and that's including when he was possessed by the evil book, speaking of which.

That dang book both ruined and saved the movie honestly, because yeah, although it's a stupid way to make Magnifico an actual villain, but in a way that makes us sympathize with him since he's not in his right mind, and the last thing you want is for the audience to feel bad for your villain... Well, there's exceptions of course, but that's a whole other subject. But even though the book caused all this damage, it also gave us King unhinged, campy, straight up evil, fruity, voiced by Chris Pine having the time of his life Magnifico, and I loved every second of it, I ate possessed Magnifico up, I was living for every cringe cliche evil dialogue that came out of him, like hell yeah, that's what I've been waiting for, that's what it's all about WOOOOOO!!! I loved him so much I just copy pasted his personality into the Magnifico in my rewrite, although, my version is actually willing to kill teens, while Canon Mag seemed more hesitant for some reason, my headcanon is that Magnifico was fighting the curse deep down, and that's why his magic actually didn't hurt anyone, so... That's sad, hope he breaks out of the mirror and kills them all Idk

We're on topic 4 and this is not even half of my problems oh my... Anyway, Asha is boring. And I mean like, in a way that feels intentional, how did they do it? It's fascinating how she has nothing going for her, she doesn't stand out, doesn't have any internal conflicts at the start of the movie, something ALL Disney princesses have: Belle doesn't fit in with her village, Mulan struggles to make her family proud, Mirabel struggles to make her family proud x10.000, Moana wants to explore the sea but can't, Ariel wants to explore the land but can't, Jasmine wants to get out of the castle but can't, Cinderella is a victim of domestic abuse, ya'll get the idea, all these girls get their struggles that make them compelling, what's Asha's struggle that has been with her for most of her life?... Uh... Her grandpa, this dude we just met and seems pretty happy... Doesn't have his wish granted yet... Ok, what else? Oh yeah everyone in town seems to love her and dance along with her to show tourists how cool the kingdom is... Uhum... So yeah she has no compelling struggles that hook us with her from the start, and the conflict she DOES get, as I explained before, feels underwhelming.

The setting, oh the setting. Like, don't get me wrong, the architecture is pretty, but nothing about it screams SPAIN to me, where is the cultural food? Where are the bulls? Where's the stuff we associate with the Iberian Peninsula? They did such a good job in Encanto, what the heck happened? Oh and did I mention that most of the animals that appear in the forest are not even native to the Iberian Peninsula, there would be no racoons in a medieval setting there, considering they're an invasive species that was brought there from North America, something that, I assume, wouldn't be possible back then, as I don't think the americas were even discovered yet, but anyway, there they are, racoons hanging upside down from their tails, something they can't even do. Sorry for expecting biology accuracy from my disney movie guys, but you can't just make Encanto, that was freaking amazing with it's inclusion of so many gorgeous latin American animals, and then do whatever Wish is, like bruh where were the Lynxes??? They're an endangered species there, Disney could've raised awareness!!!

The music...

Valentino was absurdly annoying, and it would be SO EASY to make a baby goat cute! Baby. Goats. Are. Cute. SO WHY DID YOU MAKE HIM UNFUNNY GOAT THAT MAKES BUTT JOKES???

Characters were unmemorable, Asha's mom didn't do anything, Sabino, whose supposed to be the backbone of the story, is barely a character, and again, it's not like Disney hasn't made likable elderly people before, Moana's grandma, Mama Coco, but my guy Sabino was just... There.

Aaaand I probably could go on and on but I can't think of anything else, feel free to share your own problems with the movie yall.

[chvoswxtch]

And second idea:

Matt having a bad lawyer day and a bad Mr. Devil Sir night, the coming home to reader and needing to just let go and use reader’s body for release (with reader’s consent of course) BUT THEN he goes just a lil too far and reader has to use their safe word and Matt immediately snaps out of it then feels TERRIBLE and gets all self deprecation-y and reader comforts him 🫢😳🥹

hi nonnie! ❤️ ok first of all I must be an idiot because I could not find your first request and I don't know what I did, but if you want to re-submit it please do! thank you so much for this request, it was a bit of a challenge not gonna lie, but I really hope I did it justice and this is at least close to what you were looking for!

warning: this req does include explicit sexual content, so minors please dni. I also want to give a warning that while this is purely consensual, it does include the use of reader's safe word. if that makes you uncomfortable or isn't for you, please feel free to skip this one. you will not hurt my feelings, I promise. I want this to be a safe space where everyone feels welcome & respected. while this is a little darker in content, it does have a fluffy ending with our favorite sad duck. ✨ word count: 3.1k

a really bad day.

It had been a day. God, had it been a fucking day. 

It started with Matt falling back asleep after smacking his hand over his alarm so forcefully that he must have broken it, because the alarms he had preset in fifteen minute increments never followed. Your side of the bed had gone cold, and silence filled the apartment, indicating you had already left for work. Matt knew he shouldn’t be angry with you. It wasn’t your fault he overslept. He had stumbled in only a few hours earlier, and since you were always worrying that he didn’t sleep enough and could probably tell how exhausted he was, had probably decided he could use the extra few minutes. Still, he was angry.

His bad mood didn’t improve as he stomped around the bedroom, pulling his clothes on a little too aggressively that he nearly ripped some of the buttons off his shirt and tore his tie in half. The incessant voice alerting him that Foggy was calling had him seconds away from hurling his phone into the brick. He grit his teeth as he bent over to hastily tie his shoes, his entire body crying out in agony from the aftermath of last night. As badly as he wanted to stay home, he knew Foggy would chew him out for it granted the importance of the case they were working on. Matt slammed the door shut behind him so hard it sounded like thunder had erupted in the small hallway, much to his neighbors displeasure. 

The day only got worse from there. The streets of Hell’s Kitchen seemed to be a little bit more crowded than usual, or maybe Matt was just more impatient today as he darted across the busy sidewalks a little too well for someone using the aid of a cane. It was unbearably hot today, and he had already begun to sweat before he made it to the end of his street. He felt like he was trapped in a sauna underneath his clothing and prayed to God the air conditioning in the office hadn’t gone out again. All the noises and smells around him seemed to be far more intense than usual, and the overstimulation was causing a migraine to start to throb between his ears. Great.

Matt Murdock must have truly pissed off the powers that be somehow because the second he walked through the door, he was greeted with bad news from Foggy. A new piece of evidence had been found in the case they were working on that completely ripped apart their entire defense. All that hard work they had done, all those late nights burning the midnight oil the past few weeks, and their entire fucking defensive argument had been torn to shreds by a tiny piece of evidence that had been overlooked by the NYPD. It took every single ounce of self control for Matt to not snap and start taking his frustrations out on every outdated inanimate object in that office. 

He had gotten home before you, and decided to skip dinner and head straight to Fogwell’s before going out on patrol. Hit after hit he threw at the worn down bag did nothing to dull his fury. Matt yelled in frustration, throwing his bag clear across the gym in a fit of rage. He knew he couldn’t keep pounding away at that bag if he was going to have any strength left for the assholes that dared to get in the path of the Devil tonight. He was more aggressive than usual as he took man after man down throughout the night. He punched and kicked until he tasted the familiar metallic tang in the air, and was only satisfied by the sound of something breaking that wasn’t meant to break. He twisted limbs in angles they weren’t meant to be in, and had knocked five men out at least in unconsciousness. But it wasn’t enough. That blaze that had been roaring inside him since he woke up was still burning red hot.

Matt could tell from three blocks away that you were still awake. He could hear the steady rhythm of your heartbeat and your breathing, not slow enough for you to be asleep, or even close to it. Sometimes you waited up for him, just to make sure he was okay, or because you missed him. Sometimes he loved that. He loved coming home in the early hours of the night when everything was quiet and still, finding you still awake on the couch reading a book and waiting for him, telling him you couldn’t fall asleep without him tonight. He loved laying his head on your chest, feeling you draping a blanket over the two of you, and listening to your voice as you both caught up about your days. He loved the feeling of your fingers threading gently through his hair, and letting the symphony of your heartbeat ease the weight of all the violence he had encountered that night into nothingness. Sometimes he needed that. Sometimes he loved it.

But tonight all it did was piss him off. Tonight he hated it, because he felt guilty. He felt guilty that you were awake at this hour, waiting for him to come home. He felt guilty because he knew you had to be awake in a few short hours for work. He was even angrier because he knew you wouldn’t go to sleep until he let you examine him for injuries, insisting on doctoring even the most miniscule of scrapes and bruises. He hated it because he had told you countless times you didn’t have to wait up for him, and you wouldn’t fucking listen.

“Why are you still awake?”

It came out more as an accusatory statement than a question. You didn’t deserve the venom in his words. He knew that. He had never used such a harsh tone with you before, and he could tell it caught you off guard by the slight uptick in your heartbeat. That should’ve been the first alarm in his head, but he couldn’t hear it.

“I…I was waiting for you. I didn’t get to see you today. You weren’t home when I got here…and you weren’t answering your phone. I just…wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Normally, that would’ve melted Matt’s heart, and he would’ve apologized for making you worry. He would’ve been able to notice the uncertainty and nervousness lacing your voice, taking a moment to calm himself before greeting you properly. But today was not a normal day, and Matt wasn’t himself. Today those words were like gasoline antagonizing a wildfire. 

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to do that? I can take care of myself, I don’t need you to worry, and I sure as hell don’t need your pity.”

“Matt, I-”

Matt had ripped the mask off his head and sent it flying across the living room, smacking against the brick with a heavy thud. He wrapped his hand tightly around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to stop your flow of words as he dragged you up off the couch and roughly guided you towards your shared bedroom.

“Shut up. Since you’re awake, why don’t you make yourself fucking useful?”

Matt spun you around so quickly it made you dizzy, pushing you onto your knees on the bed before him with a force that nearly winded you. He ripped your panites completely off your hips like they were made of wet paper and a sharp gasp left your mouth. It wasn’t that he had never done that before, but tonight it felt different. He was different. Matt didn’t recognize the words that fell from his lips. They didn’t sound like him. He would never speak to you that way. But it was like he had blacked out and someone else had taken over his body. The other guy. As soon as he was out of his suit, he spit on his palm and rubbed it over his cock a few times to get himself hard. Pushing your head down into the mattress carelessly, he leaned down slightly to spit on the entrance of your pussy before lining himself up.

“Don’t you fucking move.”

He didn’t wait before shoving his entire length forcefully inside your tight walls, or wait for you to adjust before starting at an unforgiving pace. He didn’t recognize that the whimper that sounded from your throat was one of pain, not pleasure. He was too far gone in his own head to pay attention to anything else but how badly he needed a release. He had been trying all goddamn night to get this anger out, lashing out aggressively at anyone that got in his way, but it wasn’t fucking working and this was his last resort.

You always helped him through his pent up animosity when he came home still reeling with adrenaline and frustration. You always told him you didn’t mind when he let the Devil loose with you, and that you even enjoyed playing with him sometimes. You always told him you wanted to help, however you could, to give him what he needed. So, Matt didn’t think anything of it when he came home like this. You had assured him several times before you wanted it too. That you didn’t mind him like this, and that sometimes you needed him like this. All that he needed right now was you. If he could just make it to heaven tonight, he could leave hell behind.

Matt wasn’t paying attention to you. He had your wrists locked behind your back in a tight hold, his other hand gripped so tightly on your hip you knew there would be bruises from his fingertips. His hips were snapping relentlessly into yours and he was pistoning in and out of you so hard it was difficult for you to not collapse. His head was so clouded with blind rage that he couldn’t hear your pleas and cries of his name, or that they sounded different. Matt’s growls and grunts were animalistic as they tore through his chest, his grip getting immensely tighter and his hips moving impossibly faster as he got close. It was right there…he was almost there…just a little bit-

“Red!”

Something inside of Matt snapped when he heard you scream out your safe word, and he immediately froze. He blinked his eyes rapidly as he tilted his head down towards your body beneath him, like he was waking up from some kind of fever dream and trying to remember where he was. He instantly let go of you when he heard your shuddering breaths, and tasted the saline that escaped down your cheek. Matt’s eyes widened in horror as everything suddenly started to clear up in his selfish brain. You had been trying to get him to stop. Your pleas and cries from earlier seemed to just now hit his ears.

“Matt…please slow down…”

“Matty please…it’s too much…”

“God…can we please just…just stop for a second? Please Matty…it hurts…”

It hurts.

Matt scrambled backwards away from the bed, his back colliding with the door as he realized what he had done. How far he had taken it. How far he had pushed you. He suddenly felt nauseous, those two words clamoring around in his head.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

“Oh God, Y/N…I…I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to-”

You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, carefully sitting up on your aching knees and glancing over your shoulder to look at Matt. Your heart broke at the contrite expression of pure terror on his face. You knew he hadn’t meant to hurt you, or push you like that. You could tell from the way he shut off his alarm that morning, and the way he had come home to you, that something was off with him. You had texted and called a few times today to check on him, but had never gotten ahold of him. After calling both Foggy and Karen when you got home and Matt wasn’t there, you started to worry. Both of them confirmed his sour mood and questionable outbursts throughout the day, which gnawed at the pit of your stomach.

Whatever was going on with him, you could tell it had pushed him to his breaking point, and you had unfortunately been caught in the storm. As you got off the bed and began to walk closer towards him, calling out his name softly, Matt squeezed his eyes shut and tugged at the roots of his hair in frustration.

“Fuck, Y/N…I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, sweetheart…I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to, I swear-”

“Hey, I know, Matty. I know. It’s okay-”

“No! No it isn’t okay. Nothing about what just happened is okay.”

Matt’s voice broke towards the end of his sentence, and it sent a pang throughout your chest. There were tears of shame forming in his eyes, and you could see the guilt swimming around in them. It devastated you to see him like this. 

“Matty, I’m okay.”

“No you’re not, Y/N. I hurt you. I hurt you because I’m fucking-”

You quickly pressed a finger to Matt’s lips, knowing you only had a matter of minutes to get his incessant guilt under control before it really had a chance to sink in. You gently grabbed onto the back of his neck, bringing him down to press your foreheads together, and guided his hand up to settle on your chest over your heart.

“Matty, I want you to listen to me. Are you listening? I want you to listen to my heartbeat, feel it. I am okay, I promise. You are okay. We are okay. Yes, it did hurt, but only because I wasn’t ready. That’s all. You know I don’t mind when you’re a little rough, you know that. But you know you have to prep me first, make sure I’m ready too. You forgot to do that tonight, and that’s okay. You haven’t been feeling like yourself today, have you? You’ve been a little lost up there, huh?”

You kept your voice soft and barely above a whisper, gently brushing your thumb along Matt’s temple, replacing your touch with a kiss as you heard him exhale deeply and felt him slowly nod his head.

“That’s okay, baby. We all get lost sometimes. We reach our limit, and we lose our heads. You had a really bad day today, yeah?”

Matt was afraid to speak. He didn’t want to fuck up any worse than he already had. He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve your gentle touch and unwavering kindness. He didn’t deserve your omnipotent understanding or your pure unfiltered love. He didn’t deserve you.

You knew exactly what was going through his head, you could practically hear the scathing words. You knew Matt Murdock like the back of your hand. You knew he was simmering with self-deprecation and remorse, and would never forgive himself for tonight even though you already had. You gently cradled his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs over the tops of his cheekbones.

“Matty, baby, you had a bad day today. A really bad day. But that’s okay, you know why? It’s almost over. And tomorrow is a brand new one. A fresh start. Why don’t we take a nice shower, hm? Just wash it all away, and start clean tomorrow. C’mon, bub. Come with me.”

Matt hesitantly let you lead him into the bathroom, holding onto your hand for as long as you would let him. Even though he could tell you meant every word you said from your unfaltering heartbeat, he wasn’t convinced that he was worthy of your forgiveness. Of your love. Of you.

As steam billowed above like gentle clouds, you carefully ushered Matt into the shower and lightly pushed him backwards until he stood under the flow of the water. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his entire body visibly relaxing under the scalding stream. You moved forward to wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest, stroking your fingertips lovingly up and down his back. Matt’s arms came around your back slowly and cautiously, holding you delicately to his chest like you would vanish into the steam if he wasn’t careful. He had been wound up so tightly for the past 24 hours, and focusing now only on the feeling of your touch, he felt the tension finally begin to detox from his body, and he wanted to cry in relief. 

The lighter he felt, the tighter he held onto you. You sang to him softly, swaying steadily from side to side underneath the warm water together. You smiled when you felt him bury his face into your neck, bringing one of your hands up to run your fingers through his wet hair tenderly as he melted into your embrace. You pressed several soft kisses to his neck and shoulder, never once loosening your hold on him. You could feel him starting to come back to you.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“I know, bub. I know. You wanna talk about it?”

“I just…everything was going wrong today. Everything was too loud, smelled too strong, felt too hot and uncomfortable. I couldn’t stop feeling anything but angry. I couldn’t snap out of it, no matter what I did.”

“You were overwhelmed Matty. You should’ve called me and came home. I would’ve come home and taken care of you, you know that baby.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I…I couldn’t think straight today. Couldn’t hardly focus. I just…wasn’t thinking. Just…feeling, everything. All at once.”

You hugged him a little tighter after his defeated confession, feeling your heart ache for him all over again. You had seen Matt struggle with sensory overload plenty of times, and irritation was usually the emotion that took over when that happened and he would get a little snappy, but you had never seen him like you had tonight. You realized how intense everything must have been for him to get to that point, and it sent fresh cracks through your heart.

“It’s okay, Matty. You’re home now, and everything is alright. I’ve got you. Why don’t you take tomorrow off, hm? I’ll stay home with you. We can spend the whole day, just me and you.”

Matt hummed quietly in response, nuzzling his face further into your neck to inhale your comforting scent. You both stood wrapped up together under the water until it started to run a little cold. 

“Foggy’s right, you know.”

“Hm?”

“He calls you ‘The Matt Whisperer’.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, smiling as you heard the faintest of chuckles muffled against your skin. You squeezed his large frame in a tight hug, reaching behind him to shut off the water.

“Daredevil and the Matt Whisperer, what a dynamic duo we make. Think I can get a sexy little outfit like yours?”

[findingnemosworld]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞? 𝐘/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭.

To say she was nervous would be an understatement, yes, she had been an integral part of the women's team of Manchester City for three years now yet each time this day comes - she always feels a bundle of nerves settle in her abdomen, this wasn't just any match day, this was the Manchester Derby, and she wanted to be as integral and helpful as she can to the team, and also to perform at her highest ability as her boyfriend of two years, Manchester City's defender Rúben Dias would be in attendance with two of his teammates, John Stones and Kyle Walker, the pair she had met during several joint events.

The atmosphere was intense as she stepped out from the dugout to the roaring of fans who cheered for her, her boyfriend included - as he stood up, clubbing his hands with a proud smile, shouting " You go baby ", the mere sight coupled with the fact that he had worn her jersey was definitely helpful in lessening the nerves she felt.

The match soon began, with everyone sitting at the edge of their seats, chanting for each side to take the lead.

Rúben was definitely nervous for her, he'd seen first hand just how much effort she had put for the Derby especially after the International break, John pats his back. " Relax mate, she's got this "

Kyle nodded, " Yeah, she's on fire "

" I know, but I can't help it " Rúben sighs, " I don't want anything bad to happen "

The first half went goalless which granted the teams enough chance to regroup then step out for the second half which proved even more fruitful than the first half as around the 58th minute, Y/N effortlessly ran through the defense to score what could possibly be the most graceful goal possible to give Manchester City the advantage as the stadium erupted in cheers, Rúben nearly jumped from his seat as he clapped as hard as he can for his girlfriend who was surrounded by her teammates that celebrated her.

However, just as the good times had rolled, the bad times were soon to follow - around the 68th minute, Y/N was aiming for a second goal only to be tackled by one of the opposition team's defenders, the tackle had proved to be violent as Y/N fell on the pitch clutching her leg with a pained expression across her features, Rúben stood up in alert the minute the medical team ran to her for assistance, he looks at John and Kyle who were just as concerned, John practically pushed him. " Go, go .. "

_

Y/N had been taken to the hospital in which after the operation, she'd been told that she will be out of competition for about 6 to 9 months at best, the mere fact had sent her mind into a spiral, how can she really survive these months without playing, yet that was the thing about football, it's always been and always will be unexpected - she'd been nothing short of thankful that Rúben was by her side, he'd even went as far as to move some of her stuff to his home so that he can keep an eye on her at all times after training.

Case in point, tonight after the first month of physiotherapy had passed - Rúben had went above and beyond tonight, the minute she set foot in the house, he picked her up in his arm, starting the night with a relaxing shower in which he'd mostly been the one to clean her up then he helped dress her up much to her dismay.

" I'm not a baby " She grumbled despite complying to him.

He chuckles, " You're my baby, now ... " he picks her up in his arms and steps out of the bedroom to the living room where he placed her on the couch, " I'm going to set the dinner plates while you watch tv ok " he said then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

" Ok " She nods with a smile, " I love you "

He smiles widely, " I love you too princess "

Around fifteen minutes later, he returns with a tray for her, placing it on the table, then he sat down much to her confusion. " Rúbes, where's your dinner plate? "

" I'll eat later, I want to feed you " He said with a soft voice.

" Rúbes, I can feed myself! " She whines.

" I know that, but I want you to rest as much as possible, I'll eat in a bit. Now, open that pretty mouth of yours " He playfully lifts the spoon up to her mouth, " come on, let the airplane land "

She laughs, " You've been waiting your whole life for this huh "

" How else am I supposed to be the best boyfriend if I don't get to take care of my girl? " He smirks.

He spent the next few minutes feeding her until the plate was empty, " See, now that wasn't so hard " he chuckles, lifting the tray in order to take it to the kitchen.

Y/N tilts her body and says, " Rúbes "

" Yes princess " He responds.

" Bring your dinner over here and let me cuddle you, please " She said with a small voice.

He chuckles " I was coming anyway ", he grabs the tray and walks over to the living room, he then sits on the couch close to her to allow her to rest her head on his chest while he used his free hand to eat.

" I love you " She said, " I'm grateful you're taking care of me "

" Always baby " He smiles. " Besides, you've endured me in my hard times and it is my duty to make sure you're ok, I love taking care of you, the same way you'll take care of our babies in the future "

Her eyes softened, " You want to have kids? "

" Of course I do, you're my woman, whether you like it or not. and the future mother of my babies, just think about it " He sighs with a smile, " A boy and a girl, the girl will not be as beautiful as you but also talented in football, the boy will be a heartbreaker like me, also talented in football but if they wish to do other things, we will support them "

" You have it planned it out? " She laughs.

" Since the day I saw you " He kissed the top of her head, " I want to take on the whole world with you "

" I want that as well my love " She smiles, shuffling closer to him.

[lunarrosette]

Survey Results Finally!!!

Ok! So before the whole breakdown I wanna address a couple biases and shit. So I posted this on tumblr and on a couple dndads discord servers I'm in, notably the patreon server, both of these almost definitely caused some bias in stats particularly in patreon subscription and most used social media to engage with. That said it could have been posted elsewhere (which I’m totally fine with and actively encourage the bigger and more diverse the sample is the better) but I only posted there because I wanted to minimize potential non-fans taking it and I don’t have a twitter. I also added the question of whether you have relistened and your race, ethnicity, and nationality later (as it was suggested and i thought it was a good addition) so the sample is not the full amount of people who took this survey and is smaller than other question therefore less conclusive of the dndads fanbase as a whole.

I got a total of 142 responses (and the survey is still open) so let break down all that

There were 65 questions in total, while I’m not going to break down every single one I will break down most of them

Majority listen on spotify with patreon coming in a close second, the small individual answers are a mix of a combination of two or more platforms or platforms i forgot to add/didn’t know existed

A little over half of the fandom is apart of the patreon but still remember that there is a bias in this question because of where i sent the survey

Majority of the patreon is subscribed to the EX-L level (like me!!) with EX in a pretty close second (other is apart of EX because i forgot what is was call when I first made it)

Ron comes in a very close 1st between him and henry for favorite season 1 dad

Grant takes 1st in another pretty close one between him and terry for season 1 son and surprisingly Nick Foster actually got votes! (/j)

Scam likely with quite the lead as a fan favorite NPC

Now favorite episode was one I had to track separately because I set it as a free response but her are the top 4 favorites:

In 4th with 13 votes Episode 42 Henry’s Father and the Chamber of Secrets In 3rd with 16 votes Episode 56 S.W.A.P. (SWitched Ass Papas) In 2nd with 17 votes Episode 44 Deck Picks In 1st with 23 votes Episode 61 Death of a Salesman

Normal with fan favorite season 2 PC with almost half of the fandom

Terry Jr (surprising to me I love him but ig it's the silent majority cause i never see much about him) is first place

Very unsurprisingly hermie the unworthy for 1st place, bitches love this gay theatre kid but it is a little surprising the amount of a lead he has

Another one I had to by hand but the top 4 favorite season 2 episodes are

In 4th place with 5 votes, a 4 way tie between: Episode 22 Army of Tree, Episode 4 Barf Bum Movie Men, Episode 12 Scary Movie 2, and Episode 9 Debate Me Cowards

In 3rd place with 6 votes, Episode 5 Dance Dance Revelations (surprising to me as it’s not the part of the dance with Lark and Sparrow and Normal’s crisis)

In 2nd place with 8 votes, Episode 11 That thing? You Dude

Unsurprisingly in 1st place, the episode that I’ve heard some people say is one of the best episodes of Dungeons and Daddies, with 50 votes, Episode 23 Alright

Ron takes overall favorite

Hermie surpasses (one of) his father for favorite NPC

Jodie wins as the guest PC, which kinda surprises me

Oakworthy wins as the most popular ship, most of the thin slices are variations of “I don’t ship” and some less talked about ships

The majority of fans don't have a preference between season 1 or 2

At the Mountains of Dadness is the most popular piece of bonus content

The majority of the fandom have relistened to the podcast

The subject of Jodie, almost everyone liked how Jimmy played him but the views on his character are a little different. Many poll takers said he grew on them and the majority of the fandom seems to feel neutral to positive to him. A lot of people said he was a good narrative foil to Glenn (I agree!!) and that he’s “funny as fuck” (i also agree) however some people also voiced dislike him do to messing up the timeline, being a cop, messing up Nick’s character, and just the plotline he was apart of. Lots of ACAB in the responses.

Lots of funny responses on this one:

Asexual bitches and queer bitches love dungeons and daddies (I'm an asexual bitch myself) there was a whole one (1) fully cis het allo survey taker.

The fanbase skews pretty heavily to the younger side with the majority of the fandom being 18-25 and a huge majority if you just look at it as 25 and under.

Non-binary bitches love dungeons and daddies (I’m a non-binary bitch as well)

Huge majority of fans are neurodivergent with most thin results being a variation of “I don’t know, somethings probably wrong up there”

Anxious bitches love dungeons and daddies (i am an anxious bitch)

Majority of people who responded are white, however this question was implemented later and only has 62 responses.

Most fans got into dungeons and daddies from word of mouth, typically from friends or mutuals online

Relationships with fathers are mixed. A decent amount say good, some say bad, but a lot can be put as complicated. A good amount of people used parallels from dungeons and daddies most often grant and darryl.

Your dads cool as fuck

Relationships with moms are also mixed, but a little more drastic(?). The positives are generally stronger but the negatives are also more negative.

Most sibling relationships are good! However there were a decent amount of responses stating the relationship was distant

Majority of fans are from america but there's a good variety from all over.

Majority of the fandom interacts through tumblr (this still is one with bias)

Majority of fans say their experience with the fandom has been very good

Majority of fans make some for of fan content

Oaks are very big on the fandoms kin lists, especially normal

Most common fandoms: NADPOD TAZ D20 TOH MCYT/Minecraft DHMIS OFMD PJO TMA

Most common past fandoms: Danganronpa Sanders Sides TMA MCYT/minecraft Homestuck TAZ Voltron FNAF Theatre Cartoons (ex. Gravity falls, infinity train, TOH, ect.) Undertale Harry potter PJO

Fave fan creators: ajaystillblue Kineticallyanywhere Braindos Nick-close Awnrii Critdeeznuts Nolassolace Cerealforkart Tortelliniboi Oddkid on Ao3 Midnigtartist SandrC Submergedmemory Koszmarnybudyn Harveydoesart Roolt Coolestclowns Blu3boi Nojaloarts Sapphicx Mrslikely Almondcroissantsandink

Popular headcanons: t4t henry and mercedes Trans nick Generally gender queer/gnc oaks Season 2 teens autistic Ron autistic Basically all the season 1 sons dated each other at one point (queer friend group moment) Taylor uses mobility aids (notably a cane) Bi ron

Specific headcanons I really like (if any of these are your feel free to reblog as to claim them) I think Samantha likes to dress very colorfully while Ron is on the plain side, except when she gifts him an accessory that is just as colorful as she is, and while it clashes w/ the rest of his wardrobe he treasures it because he loves her lots Walter owns chickens and he grows herbs around their pen as a natural pest repellent Glenn is a sex-favorable asexual The shortest one I can fit here is that Glenn has a lot of stick n poke tattoos that are all made by Morgan (which disappeared after the verdict) and lark has bpd Yeets skateboard is a prosthetic Terry is the only son to go to therapy AROACE SPARROW <333 Hermie rights in Cursive like an asswhole Jewish Terry Jr and Samantha

Cats are by far the favorite animal in the dndads fandom with 35 votes

And the top three favorite colors are Blue with 23 votes Purple with 30 votes Green with 39 votes

Most common recs The Magnus Archives TAZ NADPOD Just Roll With It Self care (hydrate, sleep, take care of yourself) Mob Psycho Bears in Trees Malevolent Dndads fanfics (on ao3) OFMD WWDITS Will wood Ride the cyclone The Crane Wives

Oddly specific recs

[yonemurishiroku]

i always found it weird how rick was never consistent when it came to nico getting ostracized it was so contradicting between will telling him he pushed himself away and percy just agreeing with him😭

=))))))))))) Ikr? That’s just so hilarious. 🤣🤣🤣 Will said it like CHB welcomed everyone whereas Percy Jackson the de facto leader is right there accepting it. 🙆‍♀️

Now. I think there’re many things going on for this.

The first thing I can think of is, well, Rick needs it for the plot. 🤷‍♀️ Nico’s like his plot device, you know?

Because he isn’t at camp -> he comes in contact with more sources -> he gathers information -> helping those who have no idea what they’re doing despite being the protagonists.

So basically. Rick needs Nico to leave. 🤷‍♀️ It’s just simple.

(Ofc this involves the whole character arc he creates but like akxhajxhak you know what I mean)

Ok maybe not that simple. Technically a good plot requires him to think of a logical, reasonable, context-fit explanation/ a series of incidents for why Nico has to leave. That roles fell into ‘Hades’ kids get ostracized’ (wasn’t a good choice as you can see) and now here we are. 🙆‍♀️

It might be possible that Will and Percy have very different views on CHB as a whole.

This is reasonable. Will is a son of Apollo healer, one of the most populated cabin. Percy is, well, Percy: son of a big Three, the prophecy child. Same reason as Nico is the Hades’ kid, the difference in linage prompts difference in treatment, leading to difference in the recipients’ reviews.

Generally, we can see Will is quite adored at camp. He has friends. He can pacify Clarisse. His role as a healer probably helps him make friends, too. Of course, we barely have any idea how Will was treated from the first day he went to Camp, so half of this might be just assumption (and should be taken with a grant of salt).

On the other hand, I can’t quite recall it correctly at the moment since it has been so long but apparently Percy didn’t have a nice smooth merge in with the Camp? People were wary of him as the son of Poseidon, child of the prophecy too. It’s also why Luke got to him so easily just by being nice. Percy had to fight to get his place, too. (Clarisse would still dunk his head in the toilet btw)

So as you can see: As it turns out, both Will and Percy probably have their own reasons for their views.

Maybe CHB is more complicated than we think. Unlike Camp Jupiter wherein a series of rules are applied and kids were raised disciplined by wolves, CHB is more lax - which might or might not bring another series of problems on another category.

All in all, Rick did not do it well to come up with a plot-wise logical reason for Nico’s leave. Or rather: the explanation he gave (Nico said people only liked him after he helped defeated Kronos and then went back to avoid him) sounds more like an excuse and brings more problems than not.

[so-this-is-hell]

What type of roles do each of the deadly sins have? (By roles i mean job applications just to be clear)

OH BOY HERE WE GO

Ok so note this part is where shit is a little fucky because I’m trying to iron out the sins but I have NOTES

Lucifer

Lulu is essentially the overseer of hell and the ultimate judge of things, usually you do NOT want to be presented before Lucifer because it means you fucked up so badly that not even Minos wants to judge you. This is added with their ringleader aesthetic and more trickster way of performing magic, they are the ultimate power in hell and will let you know.

Leviathan

Being the secondary power of hell, the original prisoner of the place and one who can navigate the abyss. Leviathan dips her toes in a lot of things but she’s mostly the head of weaponry and magic, as her body is essentially covered in knives. Because of this she’s the knife thrower or more finesse performer.

Mammon

Being literally named Money, he’s the economy. He runs banks, treasuries and entertainment in hell. If you see commercials in hell, it’s because of mammon. He’s mostly the buffoonery in circus (clowns, jesters, mimes), and thus he has a soft spot for clowns and jesters.

He also creates Homunculi, which takes the form of weirdly sentient robots or flesh golemns that follow orders.

Belphagor

The sleepy genius is the head of hospitals and technology, she’s the reason why there’s smart phones in hell. Granted she often has to update hell to human’s standards and gets some things wrong, which is why the internet is fucking horrendous half the time in hell… but like that’s a torture for sinners so win win? She’s also the contortionist and gymnast, considering she was born before the invention of wheel chairs she knows how to move herself around without her chair.

Beelzebub

The gluttony demon is the head of food, nothing too thrilling. Farms, food factories, and party houses where people can indulge as much as they like on empty calories and empty serotonin. Beelzebub is the acrobat and trapeze artist and often hosts parties in hell, mostly to keep the peace among the sins and try to bridge gaps.

Iblis

The Strong man of the circus and the head of transportation, he mostly oversees trains and gates and such and works with leviathan to keep gates of hell regulated. He and his wife Babel are also the creators of the species of imps, thus imps are considered a bit more revered in wrath. His ring also has fight pits and mines for coal to run the trains so yeah.

Asmodeus (spoken as one person as the job is considered for one person)

The animal tamer and breeder of hell, his job is simple. He makes potions, breed demons, make new types of demons, run the nightclubs and bars, and oversee the more feral type of demons. He also oversees political marriages, although he finds marriage dumb as hell. He’s also the one who oversees succubi, one of the only species of demon who commonly still go to earth without being summoned.

Belial

Since she’s Lucifer’s kid and the future ringmaster, her parent has made her the carnival barker of sorts. She runs limbo with Minos and Charon, overseeing souls and sorting them while also overseeing demon contracts with mortals and even making deals herself. She’s the sin that everyone considers the weakest one, since she’s the sin of betrayal and she happens to be less eager to murder than the others. But don’t let that fool you, she is still feared in hell… just not AS much.

Overall they are all rulers with their own set of retainers, armies and such.

Hell they are more akin to emperors while right under them are often 3 kings who do things to keep their stations running. Example being asmodeus has a king who can turn off the fertility of people whenever.

[luimagines]

It’s The Little Things

Another commission!

It’s Dragon Warrior with an OC of theirs. I got permission to post it.

I also threw in a tiny hint of royal au as well. I promise Warrior has a backstory in this au, but it’s doesn’t come out.

Content under the cut!

The door burst open in what was now the usual flair. Their scent of baked goods and magical mischievousness filled his nose in an instant.

Looking up from the paperwork, the Captain gently sets his pen to the side, knowing that there’s very little going to get done while in their presence. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “And the winds have once again changed direction, I see.”

“And when they change once more, I will leave again, Pretty Boy.” They hopped onto his desk with practiced ease, crossing one leg over the other. A smirk decorates their face easily and they lean backwards with their hand precariously too close to the edge.

The Captain makes a mental note of it just in case and raises an eyebrow- seemingly unperturbed by the disturbance in his work day. “Very Mary Poppins of you.”

“You didn’t even know who she was until you met me.”

“While true, I’d say that you’re more well begun is half done than a spoonful of sugar.” He smirks back. He reaches over and picks up a plate of cookies, putting them in front of his impromptu guest with a soft clink against the table. “Try these. Tell me what you think.”

The nonchalant attitude stays on their face as they reach for the least decorated cookie. They take a bite and make a face. “Too much baking powder.”

“Thought you’d figure it out.” Warrior smiles.

“It’s still not half bad though.” They continue to nibble on the treat. Granted, it wasn’t even remotely one of their favorites but they had forgotten to eat earlier. So the cookie will suffice as a small token to hold them over.

“Uh-huh.” Warrior pushes the plate close to them. “You can have as many as you want then.”

They pause before bringing the cookie plate even closer. “It’s not your job to feed me, you know.”

“Someone has to do it.” He smiles wider. “Heaven knows you don’t do it yourself.”

A quiet curse and a pout.

Chuckles are hidden beneath the breath.

“Ok and?” The challenge. “It’s not like you knew I was coming over today anyway.”

“But Saffron-” He grins. “It’s the third Wednesday. Of course you’d come today.”

“Link-!” They bite their tongue. Did they really have that pattern?

He smirks, seeing nothing wrong with the topic at hand. “And you really expect me to not have put it together by now? You come back every third Wednesday between noon and two o’clock.  And you tend to stay for at least four hours. That being said, I’m about to have lunch. Would you care to join me?”

They stare at him and squint. “You didn’t eat either, did you?”

“....I had a coffee…”

“You’re worse than me.” Saffron hops off of the desk and scoffs. “And you dare call me out on my bad habits?”

“I never said I was better.” He stands as well. “Is that a yes, then? Should I expect your company this fine afternoon?”

Saffron stalled mid bite, switching their gaze from the hero beside them to the cookies that still sat undisturbed on the plate. “Sure.” They tossed the cookie back onto the ceramic. “What’s on the menu?”

He grins with a wide to wide toothy smile. He holds his hand out with a slight bow. “Do you want me to answer that?”

Seeing right through him, Saffron takes his hand with a deadpan stare. “Don’t even think about it.”

His grin only proves that he’s definitely thinking about it. 

With a huff, Saffron begins to walk in time with the young captain. Granted, there’s no reason to be so flippant with him. Everyone knows that he’s the right hand man to the Ancient King of Kokiri. No one is sure how he came into his employment- only that he’s an invaluable asset and is second in the kingdom only to the king himself.

However, while others would owe him respect- Saffron takes it as a challenge to push him to the limits of his sanity. They have yet to find them. He’s a lot worse than most people would be willing to admit. Even he’s also stupidly charming.

“You’re overthinking again.” Warrior whispers into their ear, startling them out of their thoughts.

Saffron rolls their eyes, ready to retort before they feel something snake around their waist. They look down. A shining blue to green holographic tail wraps itself snugly around them, pulling them even closer to the captain. It’s a limb of pure muscle. There’s no escaping its hold.

“Um… Cap-”

“Yes?” The tail tightens it’s hold ever so slightly. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re holding me.” Saffron breathes out. Not because they’re struggling to breathe- or perhaps they are, but that’s hardly the fault of the tail.

“I am.” He agrees without a second thought. “I simply want to have you close… and it’s a fool proof plan to make sure you run off and create any more trouble for me to deal with afterwards.”

“Just for that I’m going to make your paperwork, twice as long as usual.” Saffron sends a small glare, refusing to look up at the would-be captor.

“You do this every time, so I can’t say that it's anything new, Sweetheart.” He chuckles, opening the door for the two of them to enter the dining hall.

The hall is grandiose and brightly lit. The King sits at the head of the table, apparently finished with most of his meal. He spots the two of them entering with his single eyes and shakes his head. He stands up at once.

“Oh hey!” Saffron calls out, ready to cause more mischief. “Good afternoon, your majesty. Didja miss me?”

“I’ll be in my study.” He sends a knowing look to the captain. “Please try to keep the stink bombs and sticky glue to a confined area, captain.”

Warrior nods with a subtle gulp. The king winks at him just before he closes the door and leaves entirely.

To his credit, Warrior meets the look head on but internally, the captain wants to groan and look away in embarrassment. He didn’t think he was being that obvious. But perhaps it was because he was also a dragon. It’s not like scent can be hidden from the perceptive noses of their species. Or perhaps it was because of his age that he simply knew things that didn’t need to be said.

“Jeeze, you’d think he doesn’t want to talk to me.” Saffron huffed, crossing their arms as the king left them to their own devices.

“We both know he’s a busy man.” 

“I can clear his schedule.”

“And be banned from the castle? Again?”

“Hey- he needs to up security, ok? Even if it comes to that, I'm pretty sure I can sneak in again.” they said confidently. Even going so far as to pat his shoulder in consolation. “So it’s not something you need to worry your pretty little head about.”

“You realize I’m the one in charge of security, right?” Warrior snorts, leading them further into the room. He pulls a chair away from the table and picks them up, using only his tail to place them into the seat before tucking them close.

“Wait- hold on-” Saffron tries to back track. They hadn’t anticipated his comment nor were they expecting him to simply pick them up, with his tail no less. 

“That was… first of all, impressive.” Warrior preens with pride as they continue speaking. “Secondly, have you been giving me the easy way into the palace this entire time?”

“You’re welcome.” He says without much thought. The food comes not a moment too soon and is placed without any comments from the servants of the palace. A plate seems to have already been prepared for their “unexpected” guest.

Saffron’s jaw falls a little- too slack to keep it close as the information begins to be processed. A beat passed and another and another and Saffron can only push aside the food that they’ve been given around on the plate. “I can’t believe you…”

“Why not?” Warrior says between bites. “I’m not trying to make your life harder. I hear of your exploits in neighboring kingdoms from time to time since I have to be updated with all current climates both politically and socially. You have quite the fanbase.”

“I- but- ok.” Saffron pushes their chair back and spins to look him in the eye. “So am I supposed to have been played for a fool here? Who do you take me for?”

“A hero.”

The rant they had been prepared to lay down on the poor man dies before it can even properly sit on their tongue.

Warrior tucks his tail and wings back into his more human form and sends them a tired smile. “The Kingdom of Kokiri is a safe haven. At least, that is what we strive for. We are far from perfect but you come here for a reason. Half the time, I think it’s just to annoy me and cause trouble you know you can get away with. But you’re not one to do that in other places. So that means you’re here to catch a break. You’re here to get away from the problems you deal with everywhere else.”

In that moment, he appears to show how the job has aged him- even if the dragonite blood in his veins keeps him from aging like the rest of the population. He looks exhausted and tired and worn down- but pleased. And proud to do what he does. If Saffron bothered to pay a little more attention, then they would have also noticed the respect he holds for them in his gaze… with a touch of adoration to boot.

“Not to mention…” Warrior leans in like he’s about to tell a secret and perhaps he is. “I like having you around. You keep me from running myself into an early grave and you break up the monotony of paperwork- so why would I try to kick you out? On purpose, of all things.” 

Saffron is stunned. Typically they would have something to say but this time their words fail them. 

This is off script. There’s supposed to be witty banter and sassy comments. If it was a lucky day, maybe it would have been enough to push each other buttons and actually annoy the other person. Then they’d share a cup of coffee, and maybe avoid personal obligations for a little while longer and go their separate ways. Rinse and repeat.

They can feel their cheeks flush with the unanticipated genuine emotion from the one that sits to their left.

Warrior doesn’t seem to notice, or care all that much for the vulnerability that blankets the air around them. He’s happy to eat in silence even if it’s out of character for the one that sits to his right. 

“Is it that hard to believe that I like your company?” He says when he’s close to finishing his meal.

“Well…” Saffron trails off. Suppose that it’s not. It would make the casual remarks from their friend, Prince Link from the Kingdom of Wolfvendom, a little easier to digest. Something about belonging to the heart of Kokiri.

Not that this Link is the heart of the kingdom… Even if he handles a lot of the nitty gritty work that the king cannot handle on his own.

Warrior chuckles, reaching out for their hand while they’re lost in thought. He brings his other hand close, running his palm over the back of their hand  “I have your favorite snacks back in the office. Just remind me to get them for you before you head out again, yeah?”

“...yeah…” Saffron smiles softly. They squeeze his hand for a moment, still trying to get their flame back after having been dosed with genuine compliments.

Warrior sees right through it. “I’ll even throw in my mother’s recipe for gingersnap cookies.”

“Thank you.”

[try-set-me-on-fire]

For the wip asks wrap myself around the promise that there is room and maybe loose threads

Loose threads is the quilt shop au, which i don’t have much else to share from except for the idea that Buck is going to secretly make Eddie a quilt and feel a little silly about it because Eddie is already a quilt maker and his work is so beautiful, why would Eddie want whatever amateurish thing Buck can make? But Eddie is so unused to someone putting in that amount of effort into something for him, of course he’ll be blown away.

Promise that there is room (still a line from the same Angie McMahon song) is ER nurse Eddie part three! Part of it is going to be from Buck’s perspective which is hard to figure out because i have to come up with what a Buck who’s lived the last six years without Eddie is like. He’s a little first try I was pecking at yesterday.

The smell of caramelized onions is filling the station loft as Bobby tempts fate by starting in on a big early breakfast. It was a busy night, maybe karma will work out so they’ll actually get to taste the omelet ingredients set out in neat little bowls across the counter. Buck’s kitchen assistance had been limited to merely chopping ingredients this morning, and that work is done so now he’s sitting on one of the counter stools and trying to resist the urge to spin it around and around like a child. His phone buzzes.

Eddie: Half n half?

Buck knows it’s not a request for some but a question as to why a full carton has miraculously appeared between the gross pulpy orange juice Eddie likes and the ultra smooth Tropicana Chris and Buck chug down at a rate Eddie has deemed “alarming.”

Buck: noticed u were low, brought some with me yesterday

Eddie: ok well lets just pretend this doesn’t mean I haven’t opened the fridge in 24 hours

Eddie: no take out or pop tarts here, im a responsible father who home cooks every meal

Eddie: thank you

Buck: of course! <3

Buck bites his tongue to try and school the stupid grin off his face. So much about all this has made him feel like he’s about twelve years old, but he’s an adult with a boyfriend not a kid with a crush. Except he does feel like a kid with a crush, maybe even more so than he ever did when he was a teenager learning how he felt when someone pretty looked at him and what his body could do with other bodies. He’s had butterflies before. Eddie’s smile makes his fingertips numb.

“Buck?”

Buck blinks up at Bobby, who’s clearly asked him a question. “Uh- sorry, what?”

Bobby’s got a gently amused look on his face as he says “You free for a barbecue Saturday? Seems like everyone’s time off is lining up.”

Buck smiles and doesn’t point out the fact that Bobby is the one arranging the time off for half of the people who come to Grant-Nash barbecues. “Sure, Bobby, sounds good.”

[affiesque]

As promised, here’s the second half of my random thoughts and observations about Desire Catcher now that I’ve finished my latest rewatch (links aren’t working for me right now, but if you want to read the first half just click on one of the tags on this post and it should come up easily). The entire series is 24 episodes, most of which are somewhere between 35 and 45 minutes long - so, depending on what types of shows you usually watch, it might be a bit of a commitment. But I definitely think it’s worth it.

OK, time to brace yourself, as there’s a lot going on in this second part…

At the halfway mark the relationship between Luo Fei and Lu Fengping is starting to fray (oh look, it's my good friend angst again) - essentially, Lu Fengping is frustrated that his mom’s murder remains unsolved and Luo Fei hasn’t given him much in the way of clues like he was supposed to. Lu Fengping ends up working with the main villain (Bai Ya Xing), who is behind all of the crimes/murders that have been happening, to find his mom’s killer and get revenge. (I won’t spoil the details, but I will say that this particular storyline could probably have used some fleshing out, as the details and motivations don’t quite come together in the end. As I’ve noted before, the real draw with Desire Catcher is the relationships, so you can kind of wave those plot holes away - unless that sort of thing really bothers you, which I totally get.)

There’s a bit of a cat-and-mouse game going on throughout the middle episodes, with Lu Fengping getting more cagey and Luo Fei chasing after him a bit, attempting to figure out what he’s hiding. You get Luo Fei trying to casually inquire with multiple people as to Lu Fengping’s whereabouts when he’s gone for no more than a couple of hours at a time (we get it bro, you’re obsessed), not to mention lurking in the shadows near his apartment at night (yikes, dude). During this period there are definitely times when Lu Fengping looks almost guilty for pulling away and for what he’s planning to do, like he wants to confide in Luo Fei but he can’t - there’s a particular wistfulness to his expressions that’s so on point and gets me every time.

One nice little touch throughout is the many dinner dates the two leads go on - granted, one ends with Luo Fei leaving before they even eat anything, and another has him answering Lu Fengping’s question “Does everyone look like a suspect to you?” with “Yes - you look like one too,” so not exactly the most romantic situations (social skills are not Luo Fei’s strong point). But I am a sucker for those little intimate moments - misty evenings with blurry streetlights, tables piled high with steaming dishes and clinking glasses, the muted conversations of the people around them - and of course the sharing food = love symbolism.

Speaking of tropes, if you’re a fan of jealousy, then DC has got you covered. Again, no big plot spoilers here but Luo Fei finds out Lu Fengping has brought a girl home one night - not for the reason he (or anyone else) thinks, but you can tell he’s in his feelings about it (and Lu Fengping, I love you, but maybe in the future do not kidnap a stranger - even if you had your reasons and you were sort of helping her in the moment). He ends up getting arrested (twice!) for the abduction and when Luo Fei fails to help him, their “big breakup” begins in earnest - Lu Fengping saying “I shouldn’t have counted on you right from the start” got me right in the heart, ngl.

*Books as symbolism alert* - we get just one shot of some books strewn around Lu Fengping’s apartment in the second half, but I did find it interesting that the subtitles call out two of them specifically, which feels important. Those are “The Sea, The Sea” by Iris Murdoch and “It Takes More Than A Carrot And A Stick” by Wess Roberts. The former is about love and loss and romantic ideals by an author known for writing about morality and the power of the unconscious - things that seem relevant to a hypnotist, I would think. The latter actually made me laugh audibly when I noticed the subtitle: “Practical Ways Of Getting Along With People You Can’t Avoid At Work.” Sounds about right for them.

Here’s another alert - BIG GIANT SPOILERS AHEAD!! Click below with caution…

OK, so the big event of the second half is Lu Fengping faking his death(!!) in order to give him the time and space away from Luo Fei/the police to move ahead with his revenge plan. Long story short, Luo Fei thinks Lu Fengping has blown himself up, goes through the five stages of grief, figures out he’s still alive and somehow manages to be like, “Hey, thought you were dead but no biggie - let’s not even hug it out and instead just go right back to teasing each other and solving crimes - it’s all good.” Honestly, I’m glossing over a lot here - how absolutely devastated Luo Fei (and everyone else, for that matter) is when he thinks Lu Fengping is dead, how they finally yell a bit about their feelings and come clean about certain things when they reunite, how the OST rips your heart out again and again in these moments (“Did we meet just to be torn apart?” - I mean, come on), how relieved Lu Fengping looks when he realizes that Luo Fei doesn’t hate him for what he did, how Luo Fei suddenly can’t stop smiling (you’ve come a long way, baby). I think these are probably some of the strongest scenes in the entire show, but I must admit that the way they don’t truly address the fallout of something this intense still bugs me (stay tuned for a fic I’m writing on that very topic, in case that sort of thing interests you - and @thinkonce-acttwice, I ✨promise✨ I’m actually working on it!).

I know I haven’t mentioned Liang Yin in this second-half review yet - what happened/happens to her still plays a major role in the story of Lu Fengping’s mom’s death. I won’t give the details here, but do note that there are some flashback scenes of her getting attacked that might be rough for some viewers - so please keep that in mind. However, aside from a couple of moments where the men in her life feel the need to protect/shelter her despite her being quite capable of handling things herself, I will say that the story gives her back some agency, and it does feel as if by the end she’s come to terms with her past and is in a good place overall. And the relationship between her, Luo Fei, and Lu Fengping gets a really nice resolution - a sort of found family thing that brings them all together.

There’s lots of plot movement as we work our way through the final episodes - the big bad villain is vilaining, there’s an evil nurse who’s in on the shenanigans, poor Professor Ling (Lu Fengping’s mentor and fellow hypnotist) gets accused of being a fraud and ends up in the hospital, Lu Fengping almost stabs himself in the heart while hypnotized by Bai Ya Xing (though of course Luo Fei shows up in the nick of time to save him - I swear, despite knowing that this is just a “bromance” show, every time I watch that scene there’s one split second where it seems like they’re about to lean in and kiss - oof), poor Liang Yin gets kidnapped by the big bad villain (unfortunately, more “man pain”). I tell you, this show is a roller coaster ride every freaking episode.

I won’t spoil the final ending too much, but rest assured Liang Yin is fine. Stuff happens, Lu Fengping ends up in prison - though he sort of puts himself there on purpose, sacrificing himself for Luo Fei, even if he doesn’t come out and say that’s what he’s doing. And he basically gets a form of justice for his mom’s death. The very last bit sees him return from prison on parole - he reunites with the police team and Luo Fei in a slightly cheesy but rather touching moment, though, again, even just a quick hug would’ve been nice…

Bottom line, I love all of them, your honor, and will probably never be over this show - there’s so much to unpack in terms of the role of fate in our lives, how broken people can find something in each other to live for, how to forgive others and, importantly, yourself.

OK, again, this one got away from me, and I know I’m probably forgetting like a million little things, but hopefully I’ve managed to entertain at least one other person with my ramblings. And if anything here has sounded intriguing, please check this little show out so it gets the love it deserves! 🖤

[ssolessurvivor]

OOC - for your awareness <3

just a little thing for everyone to know...

I have really been thinking back on how my energy has changed from December of last year to January and onwards for this year. If it turns out to be hypothyroidism, which i go in for another blood draw this coming weekend to confirm, I guess I'm kinda sad about the lack of writing enthusiasm I had from last year to this year.

I'm so fucking exhausted nowadays even on medication that, granted, I probably will have to tweak here or there till we find the right dose. It just gets me sad that I used to be able to plow through ten drafts in a day and throw them in the queue and today...I barely got six drafts in the queue, I only filled it half a week when i would ideally like to have an extra week buffer between weekends. The difference a few months makes, and we don't know why my body has decided to kill my thyroid anyways, it's just...it gets me down and I feel like crying about it even now (which mood swings is also a fucking thing thyroid does).

anyways, I just want you guys to know that I am trying my hardest right now. I'm trying so hard to write, and while I don't want to force it, I will still try. While I can only seemingly plot with one person at a time given memory issues which is a huge thing I struggle with, I'm working my hardest to not completely forget you if we've plotted something halfway and I vanish, please feel free to poke me about it.

It's ok to do that right now, I think I'll need it more than anything. It's ok to do that for a thread if you're curious, it's ok to do that with a message I missed on discord, it's ok to poke me a little extra right now.

I'm not deleting or anything, but I think I may try to be a little more graceful with myself but either way, I am working very hard to be as present as I can without pushing myself too hard.

[lollipencil]

In The Pale Moonlight

Ok, so I was going about my day, then I saw this. And I just knew it would not leave me alone unless I did this. So, @harleyification I did a thing with your thing. Hope you don't mind. Everyone else, enjoy and be gentle.

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Thunder cracked loud enough to made the windows shudder. But that was not what woke Steven Grant up. The answer alluded him as usual, but not its source. "Marc," he softly called out, tears still trickling in thin streams down onto the bum bag acting as his pillow. No reply.

Sitting up, he blearily checked the watch Jake had found and managed to get working. 10:26 eventually came in focus. A sigh synced with a gust of wind that russled the tarp acting as a blanket.

"I'm up," Steven said into the seemingly empty warehouse, "I'm up." Shaking the stiffness out of his legs, Steven winced as his stomach complained: "Did we eat before sleeping?" "Somewhat," came the familar echoing voice of Khonshu, "three medium salted crackers and a... 'babyccino'." "Well, it's better than yesterday." "There are five of the crackers in the front pouch." Sighing half in contentment half in reluctent acceptence, Steven pulled two out of the pocket.

It had been a while since any of them had eaten a full meal, let alone three of them in a single day. Ever since arriving in Gotham. Jake and Marc had swore to him that they also had no memory of running away to Gotham, they had implied that they had plenty of reason to run away (something which, combined with the knowledge of having to share a body, took a while to digest), but hadn't actually done it. Steven suspected Khonshu had something to do with it.

Silently, he chewed as Khonshu made himself visible, seated on a dented barrel in front of him. "So," Steven began once finished, "We heading out?" "Indeed." At his very thought, Steven's suit hid their tatty hoodie and jeans from sight. "Best not keep everyone waiting then."

The first thing that he saw was the bat-signal lighting up the sky where the moon would normally be. "Looks like the big bad bat's about," Jake piped up, "Think we might got a cookie from him?" "More like a scolding," Marc added, still sounding a bit choked up. For most of the evening, nothing out of the ordinary happened. None of Batman's rouges was so much as faintly heard as they patroled, only low-level goons and muggers. Marc and Jake saw no reason to step in, Jake even falling back asleep as Steven dealt with a girl more nervous than her attempted victim.

Until midnight.

Two men cornering a kid in an alley. Only the tuff of dark hair was visible from behind their backs. Taking them out was the easiest thing that night; thrown pole for one, a punch for the other. "Hey," Steven soothed once he noticed the kid had used the distraction to hid behind a bin, taking off the suit, "It's ok. They're out cold. You got a phone to-?"

The kid had stepped out with a look of awe. Dressed in a domino mask and with a very notable traffic light colour scheme. "He's so little," Marc breathed, haunted by a similar image. "I haven't seen you before," Robin said with a wide grin, "Who are you? How'd you do that with the eyes and the white suit? Can you teach me the thing with the poles? How's Gotham treating you?" The rapid-fire questions suddenly stopped as Robin pulled out his phone and sent off a text before blinking back up at Steven: "Someone will pick these guys up when they can. You hungry?"

Steven almost said no. Then Khonshu appeared from the shadows behind Robin. He nodded. Which is how, just after midnight, Steven found himself following Robin into a all night diner with the promise of a burger.

"It's on me," Robin had assured before going in, showing a wad of cash discreetly. "Um, yes, hello? We would like two burgers. Uh, please?" Steven awkwardly ordered as Robin smiled by his side. If the sight of Robin standing and ordering food with a random boy was strange to the cashier, he hid it well behind a bored expression. "Do you want fries with that?" "Um, hold on, give me a sec," Steven ruffled about his pocket. The familer shard of mirror, edges blunted by duct tape, showed Marc waiting in his reflection. "What do I do?" Steven whispered to him. "Get the fries. You'll need the energy in the coming days," came the rather dramatic reply. "Yes, please," Steven turned his attention back to the cashier, not noticing Robin's expression, "the fries would be great."

The rain had finally started when their food came out. Jake crawled up near the front as the plate was set down in the table while Marc slinked away. "So," Robin popped a fry into his mouth, "Powers?" "Yeah, that's one way of putting it," Steven forwent decorum and went for the biggest bite he could. "What would be the other way?" Robin said around a smaller bite of his own.

Steven swallowed and thought. "What do you know about the egyptian gods?" he eventually asked. "I know that there were a lot of them," Robin slowly, almost shamefully, replied. "Well, a long, long, long time ago, they ruled in the open. And when they did, it was common practice to take up a avatar. Someone to carry out their will on this realm." "Like a butler?" Robin asked. "Yeah, close enough," Steven nodded between bites, "Priest would be closer, actually. Spreading the word and all that. After Egypt stopped worshipping them, most withdrew from humanity." "Most?"

For a moment, that night felt like it had just happened. Blood leaking through clenched fists, and a voice offering a deal. A promise for a promise. "All but one," Steven finally said, letting his eyes glow with power, "People still travel by night, and Khonshu refused to leave them unprotected. Even when it led to him being banished."

Silence stayed with them after that. Somehow, Steven managed to eat the whole burger plus some fries, with Robin happily picking up his slack on that front. A ping shattered the silence between them. Robin looked down at his phone, then back up: "He wants to talk."

It wasn't far, which in itself felt unfair. As the Batmobile grew more and more visible, every statement Steven, Jake, and a hastily woken Marc could come up with seemed to fall apart. "Just keep calm," Marc tried to sooth, "If things get bad, back off and we'll handle it." "Yeah," Jake tried to summon his usual bravado. Then the top opened with a hiss.

Smoothly, as if made from the shadows that covered the alley, Batman exited and stood before them. "Heya B," Robin grinned, "Remember what I asked for last week." "Hmm." "I mean, come on, he's perfect. Could use some training, but he's got a suit already and everything." "Wa-wait," Steven struggled to keep up, "What's going on?" Robin looked both smug and utterly innocent: "No offence, but based on your clothes I'd assume you're either homeless or in a bad situation. I want a brother, you need a good home, and you're already doing the whole 'mask' thing. It's a win for everyone!"

Jake laughed loud and sudden, almost making Steven flinch. "Little Birdie's good," he managed out through his giggles. Meanwhile, Batman had pulled out three pictures: "Which is you?"

Swallowing, Steven decided to be honest, "In a way, all of them, but me specifically, this one." The Bat tilted his head as he took in the one Steven had pointed at. "'In a way'?" "It's not something to be dicussed out in the open," Steven slowly stated, eyes flicking around as if someone else was going to pop out.

The three of them waited for him to push, to demand an answer. But he backed off. "Is he right?" Batman asked instead. At their lack of a reply, he held out his hand. Baffled, they stared at it as if the concept of a hand was foreign to them. "If he is right, you can come with us. It can be for as long as you want, even if it's just for a night." "Yeah, under that cowl, B's just a big ol' teddy bear," Robin added with a cheeky yet still genuine smile.

Emotions swirled and mixed inside them. Distrust. Confusion. Fustration. Hope. Khonshu sat the Batmobile, looking at them. He nodded again. And Steven's hand slid into the Batman's as though it had been made for it.

[spicylove4ever]

So I went to watch Disney's Wish...

...And here are what I thought all throughout the film (CAREFUL, SPOILERS):

So we are getting again the intro with a book with some story-telling. I like it. Really. It's a good classic. It did set really neatly what was happening there.

So the kingdom was formed around a Wizard-Tower who came there because of Magnifico's (where does that name come from?) reputation of wish-maker.

So this is Asha, who works as a regular tourist guide, and introduces us to the whole wish stuff via song. So the wish is literally handed to the king and you don't even remember it.... The way she put it on the song does sound like the usual propaganda.

And not all wishes are granted. Well, that is not necesarily evil, since in fair terms, not everyone gets what they wish for.

Her grandpa is 100 years old.... coincidence with this being the 100th Disney movie? Don't think so.

Asha is going to a job interview to be the king's assistant or aprentice. It seems she wants that job because the perks of it are wishes granted for all the family most of the time... and her grandfather has been waiting since he was 18 (like everyone who is not born on that kingdom).

She manages to make a good impression to the king. Nice done, Asha, I might get tips for job interviews from this.

Ladies and gentlemen, second time in history of this studio that the villain (not a spoiler, everyone knew thanks to the trailers) and the heroine have a duet song. And this time, the dude is even being genuine.

She even got to see the wishes Magnifico guards. She did made a good impression..... only to screw it asking for stuff when she hasn't even been given the job yet. Call me crazy but is not particularly wise to make such requests on the first day, not to mention, on the very job interview.

Turns out the King reveals he has a strong and strict filter on the wishes. To the point most of the wishes are never granted. Again, that doesn't have to be bad.... but the evil part of this man shows its face when it's revealed he goes too far deciding which wish is "good for the kingdom or harmless". I mean, the old man just wanted to inspire through playing the lute, but since Magnifico doesn't know what he wanted to inspire, he's out. No wish for him. Little bit paranoid, this man.

Also, she tries to bargain to convince him to at least to return the rejected wishes so at least people could have their wishes still in their hearts. Again, too soon, and again, this man is really set on his way to a merciless degree.

Ok, made Asha had an honor seat on how he crushed the grandpa's last hope of having his wish granted by giving the chance to another person was too mean.

By the way, is just me, or does the Queen's dress have a certain resemblance to Elsa's white dress?

Next song. Basically, Asha wonders what to do with all the information she has, and ends making a with to a star. The exact words "I make this wish to have something more for us than this". IT WORKED.

So a light shines in the sky and it goes to Asha to reveal some sort of golden pokemon little creature.

Magnifico interprets that strange light as "there is magic here more than mine, I must destroy". He nearly goes to the Evil Book of Spells, but we are revealed his wife Amaya is 85% of his self control by convince him using that book is a BAD IDEA.

Wait, why are we getting a forest magical animals song? That song feels too gratoitous. Why is the star making every animal and half the trees in the forest able to speak and sing? Just to make an exposition of how we all are connected or something? I don't know, but all this felt weird to me. Wait, did that bear just called the deer Bambi?

Wait, she's coming back to recover just her families' wishes? I thought she wanted more for all the people. Well, I guess it's a normal thing to do, but still. I guess they could have put more emphasis on her wish to help her grandpa on the song to understand why she priotizes.

That star is no mate for a sneak mission. It just made a chicken coop into a version of Be our Guest. I'm serious, it really had the vibe and chords.

While she convinces her friends on the castle staff to help her sneak into the King's studio, the King gathers the people to tell them to go to him with any lead about the shining light they saw last night. But then people start to make questions about the meaning of what they saw in the night, which then scalated to the point they started to question Magnifico. He DOES NOT TAKE IT WELL.

TIME FOR DARK MAGIC. Now, with the best song in this movie, this man turns completely into a villain. And a scary one. No kidding, the second he uses that book, he starts going down like a brick. It was awesome. I guess I missed intimidating villains.

Asha arrives to her house and gives her grandfather's wish back (she only got to pick that one, since she had no time for the other). Moving moment, but then Magnifico arrives. Oops.

The King then proceeds to punish Asha with the destruction of her mother's wish. BUT THEN HE REALIZES HE CAN CONSUME THE POWER OF THE WISH TO GAIN POWER. From desire to be the idol of the city to straight power hunger with no bounds. One add problem, THE WISHING STAR CAN BE ANOTHER SOURCE OF POWER. DOUBLE OOPS.

Asha and her family manage to run, but Asha then decides to go back and get the rest of the wishes, with the help of her friends.

But this villain doesn't give chances and enhances his game by revealing a secret lab (very similar to Snow White's stepmother's lab) where he makes a magic staff. The queen sees this and tries to talk him out of it, but then he threatens her with the staff and orders her to stand down. Ouch. Someone just broke his wife's heart.

Asha gathers her friends, except for the one who told Magnifico about her, who gets his wish of being a guard granted, but the king also turns him into a minion. Ominous again.

Also, they invite the queen to their rebelion.... by a message from a talking mouse. A good move, since by having the queen by their side, it makes all of this less illegal, even if they have good reasons.

They make a good plan to lure the king away from the wishes and release them, but it blows up because he sent his new minion in disguise. That was a good trick and twist. Magnifico gets to consume all the wishes AND the star.

I liked that when they were researching for a way to stop him on his evil book, the queen Amaya suggested they look for a way to change him back, it seems she still loved him, but what he turned himself into was way too bad to not do anything. But it was no use.

Magnifico has grown way too powerful and he has them all against the ropes... he even has shown himself to the whole kingdom.

And how do they defeat him? Asha calls all the people to make a wish... and it's with a song. For some reason, it worked, and the bad guy is absorved into his staff and all the wishes and the star he absorved are released.

Everything is good, Amaya is queen reignant, and Asha gets a magic wand and it's the apprentice of magic, and future "Magical Godmother". She even has a hoodie that makes her look like the Cinderella one.

Well, the movie's good points were mainly the villain, his wife, and all the cameos of the other Disney movies (there were way more than the ones I listed here). But the rest of it felt a little weird for me.

It was too cheesy at times, especially the final battle when they all made the wish.

[ficklefood]

ok more thoughts for my married jasico fic(?) idea (that i talked about in my last post)

they are in their mid-late 20s by this point, nico has now taken on a director-type kind of role in camp half-blood and is way more hands-on than either chiron or mr d. the demigods absolutely love nico and look up to him, and nico kind of has this thing going on where he *pretends* to be stern and mature as an authority figure, but the kids thinks he's too cool in like, an edgy epic way, to ever be actually scared of him. (which, of course, boggles him every time and makes his heart twist because these kids like him and arent scared, even though he's been in a staff role on camp for like 7 years and counting now)

nico is pretty much a kindergarten-middle school-high school teacher (because chb's got kids of all ages), pretty much a physical education-arts and crafts-home economics-all around teacher, slash guidance counselor, slash wilderness and survival coach, slash friendship/love advice-giver/mediator -- he does a lot on camp for the kids. and a lot of his time is dedicated to the younger ones, who of course need more guidance and supervision. nico's pretty much settled into the role of everyone's secondary parent (and for some sad cases, he has to play as a primary parent figure). it's demanding work but he wouldnt have it any other way. he's making sure that camp is *home* for the young demigods in a way he wished he had it from the very beginning.

i also like the idea of nico having taken a few psychology and education courses, to help him be a better support figure for demigods who are going through some traumatic stuff. gods know he's been through a lifetime's worth of trauma a kid shouldn't have gone through. he didnt finish an entire degree though, he decided that academics isnt really his thing

jason, on the other hand, went to college to study history and got really into it. now he's pursuing a career as a historian and is starting his phd! everyone, including himself, thought he would be into roman military history, but as he started his historical studies and was exposed to all kinds of different stuff, he eventually settled on a real interest in social history, especially queer history, in the ancient world. he finished his undergrad at new rome but started his postgrad someplace nearer long island/camp half blood, so nico can go to work in camp, and because jason got a good offer at whatever university anyway

they have a house near camp and jason drives nico to and from work since they have 1 car. picking nico up and driving home together after a long day always puts a smile on jason's face, no matter how tiring or frustrating his research was that day. he would always find time to help nico out on camp, and often gives special history classes to the kids (alongside the usual combat training and strategy classes he's always been good at too). nico and jason go jogging along camp halfblood's beach every sunday. the campers know jason and love him as they love nico! he's more open about spoiling them, especially the littler ones, than nico, who also cant help his soft spot for them, but at still tries to be stern (and fails)

by this point theyre more than ready to start their own little family. theyre so so ready to have their own kids! nico cherishes the happy moments with his family from his childhood, before everything got complicated.... jason wants to find that happy family life, that he never really got to have as a kid, with nico.... so they talk about it from time to time until they decide to actually *do* something about it and start looking up their options like adoption or surrogates and then boom, one day a baby shows up on their doorstep, with soft, blond hair like jason and warm, dark eyes like nico, swaddled up in a basket and sleeping soundly, and oh...the baby is a gift from...juno? who's pleased that they're such a wonderful married couple and deigned to go ahead and grant them this beautiful child?

anyway ok much to think about much to flesh out, but god i really want this to be A Fic that i can yknow Read and stuff and just have in my hands. yknow. ugh