#plz come back from the army to the real army

[ennunanaiurov]

A BTS piece I did for a zine that I totally did not forget to post online for months now :D

[libraryofgage]

Life in Miniature (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedediah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One (you're here!)

There will be more Jedtavius in the next parts I promise, I just thought this would be a funner introduction to the AU lmao

I just love those little guy dudes from the museum so much hfjdks and now we get two pairs of them

Also, fun fact, I took Steve's Roman name from, like, an actual king of Rome. The actual sixth king. He seemed like a chill dude.

Anyway, there's a meme at the end and as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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When Robin took this job as a night guard, she didn't think the previous guard's words about history coming to life at night was, you know, real. She thought it was a joke, a predictable and corny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

But now, after being chased by a T-Rex, getting saved by Theodore Roosevelt, and almost being taken captive by fucking Attila the Hun, Robin thinks this job definitely isn't worth $16.50 an hour. Then again, this is the best paying job she's had in a while, and she was living a nocturnal life anyway.

Robin groans, leaning against a wall in the diorama exhibit, and slides down to the floor. She lets her head fall back against the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she slides. "This is crazy. This is insane. I need to find a fucking weapon or something," she mutters.

"Pardon me," comes a voice close to her head, "but might you be the goddess Diana?"

As pick-up lines go, it's not the worst one she's heard. And, based on what she knows of Greek and Roman deities, it wouldn't be too far off. Still, she does not want to be hit on by whatever weird historical thing is trying to flirt with her.

Robin takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and says, "Do I look like a goddess to you?"

She looks to her left where the voice came from, blinking when her gaze falls on a figurine that would barely reach her ankle. He's dressed in a toga with a chest plate, wrist guards, a sword on his waist, and a deep purple cape over his shoulders. His hair is, honestly, the most impressive thing Robin has ever seen, made only more impressive by the golden laurels resting perfectly against his temples.

He's looking at her with wide eyes, more awed than anything else. "Yes," he says. "I have heard the gods are larger than life."

Okay. Fair.

"Why Diana, man?" Robin asks.

He tilts his head, studying her for a moment, looking her up and down. "You give me the same feeling as statues of Noble Diana with her Huntresses," he explains, pausing for a moment before adding, "A feeling of kinship, perhaps?"

Oh. This...this is like ancient Roman gaydar, right? Robin snorts and turns, resting her elbow on her knee. "I'm definitely not Diana. My name is Robin. I'm the new night guard."

His eyes brighten some, his smile growing wider and certainly charming enough to make the hearts of a few girls and guys flutter. "I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army."

Robin nods, letting all of the those words process in her head before saying, "Mind if I call you Steve? You look like a Steve."

The Sixth King of Rome blinks, looking slightly confused before his eyes light up with understanding. "Ah! A nickname! Yes, I am familiar with this concept. You may call me Steve, Lady Robin, as a show of our newfound friendship."

"Yeah, don't call me Lady Robin. Just Robin is fine," she says, hesitating before offering her hand to Steve.

"As you wish, Just Robin," he says, stepping carefully onto her hand and remaining steady as she raises him higher.

Robin blinks, frowning slightly and about to correct him again when she sees his smile and realizes it's a joke. "Okay, very funny, dingus," she says, carefully poking his side.

"Is dingus another nickname? It sounds like an insult."

"It usually is, but it's affectionate when I say it."

"Oh! Yes, like when Ockie calls Jed a philistine."

"Uh, sure," Robin says, nodding once as she lets Steve move to stand on her shoulder. He quickly sits, holding onto the collar of her jacket as she carefully stands up. "Hey, you know what I'm supposed to do about the dinosaur bones?"

"Rexy? Yes, he enjoys a game of fetch."

"Fetch. Of course."

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"What's going on in that head of yours, little man?"

Steve blinks, looks over at Jedediah, and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm taller than you," he says, gesturing to the good inch he has on Jedediah.

"As long as you're my son, you're a little man."

Doing his best to not laugh, Steve nods once and points to the new diorama set up in the middle of the room. It's a circular diorama, centered on an equally circular stage divided into sections. A cacophony of noise echoes from it, clashing as each slice of the stage fights for dominance. "I'm trying to figure out what in Jupiter's name they're doing over there," he says.

"Well, most of it sounds like music," Jedediah says, "I think."

"It's not any music I've heard before," Octavius says, coming to a stop next to Jedediah and frowning at the diorama. "I would have assumed it the unholy shrieking of the damned."

"Perhaps it would be nicer if they weren't all playing at once," Steve suggests, hands on his hips as he tilts his head.

"Oh, boy, there it is," Jedediah says, his grin audible in his tone. "He's got the King Face."

"What are your intentions, my boy?" Octavius asks.

Before Steve can answer, Robin strolls into the room, grinning when she sees the raving diorama in the middle. She walks over to Steve, Jedediah, and Octavius, crouches down, and says, "Hey, guys. I see you're checking out the History of Rock display."

"History of Rock?" Steve asks.

"What in the sweet hell do rocks have to do with that mess?" Jedediah asks, gesturing to the noisy stage.

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, like, rock music. It's a genre. Anyway, it was sponsored by some musician, so it's a permanent display now."

"And they will be...playing every night?" Octavius asks.

"Probably."

Steve frowns a little more and nods, rolling his shoulders back. "If they are a permanent fixture in our hallowed hall, they must be welcomed. As Sixth King of Rome, this duty falls upon my shoulders. Fathers, I shall return shortly."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man," Jedediah says, moving to stand in front of Steve. "You're not going anywhere near that snake pit without some back up."

"A few centurions, at least," Octavius agrees.

"I will have Robin. What better protection is there?"

Jedediah and Octavius glance at each other before looking at Robin. She grins and offers them a two finger salute. "I'll guard him with my life," she says, "It's literally my job."

With that reassurance, Jedediah and Octavius move out of the way. Steve steps onto Robin's hand and settles on her shoulder with practiced ease, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach at greeting the new museum residents. He hopes they'll get along, but he also knows the might of his Roman army and the railroad workers can crush any who stand in their way.

Robin stops next to the diorama, tilting her head as she studies it. This close, Steve can see the bands playing on each slice of stage, the instruments and fashion shifting as his gaze travels around it. "Uh, excuse me," Robin says, raising her voice.

The raucous noise from the diorama screeches to a halt, the feedback making Robin and Steve grimace slightly. "Uh, hi. We're the official welcome crew for the Hall of Miniatures here. So, I'll need someone to represent your, like, whole display," Robin says, glancing over the bands until she finds one she recognizes. "Okay, I know you guys, so I'll be designating you the spokesband. Now, could the lead singer step forward?"

Steve watches as someone on the "Corroded Coffin" (what an odd name for a band) slice of the stage steps forward. Robin offers her hand to them, carefully lifting it away once they step on. "Great, uh, carry on, I guess. But, like, maybe play some of your quieter stuff for a bit," she says, her words barely out before the music starts up and the crowds start screaming once more.

She sighs and just walks over to the bench, letting off the person on her hand before letting Steve slide down her arm in a move they spent nearly three weeks practicing if only because they knew it would look cool.

When he hops onto the bench, Steve walks up to the other miniature, a man his age with long hair and odd clothes with tears that Robin once said were fashionable. His instrument is still slung over his shoulders, resting casually against his hips much like Steve's sword. Steve suddenly finds himself thinking that the man looks a little like a warrior. An odd one, to be sure, but a handsome one nonetheless.

He flashes his most charming smile, lets his shoulders relax, and says, "My friend here is Robin, Guardian of Brooklyn. I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army. You, however, may call me Steve."

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As far as Eddie was concerned, nothing mattered so long as Corroded Coffin got to keep rocking in an endless concert. The energy never waned, the set list never grew boring, and the music never stopped. He was ready to inform this welcoming crew of just that and promise Hell on Earth if they tried to disrupt the music (angry concert goers are a force of nature), when the words just died in his throat.

Because the most gorgeous man he's ever seen slides down that giant lady's arm, easily and smoothly landing on the bench. Somehow, his hair is perfectly windswept, the golden laurels glinting in the lights above them. His purple cape flutters softly as he walks closer, his toned thighs on full display with the toga hem that falls to the middle of them. There's a sword on the guy's hip, a chest plate that Eddie wants to pull off, a smile he wants to taste, and a pair of freckles right next to each other on the guy's cheek he wants to drag his tongue across.

He misses most of the introduction because he's too busy staring. He gets the important bits, though: Robin, a king, son of a god, adopted son of two dads. Eddie licks his lips nervously, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he steps forward and playfully bows. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," he says.

It's supposed to come out joking, a little poke at the guy's authority to see if he can be riled up. It actually comes out way too genuine, and Eddie has a sudden realization that he meant it. He absolutely will accept this guy as his king, actually. He'll fall to his knees before him right now if asked, and not just because it might give him a little peek under the dude's toga.

"Please, just call me Steve. There's no need to be so formal."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, hoping Steve doesn't realize that the things Eddie is thinking about (the things he wants to do to and with Steve) are just about the least formal things on this earth. "Good to know," he says, relieved his voice sounds normal as he stands up straight and offers his hand. "Name's Eddie Munson, uh, lead singer of Corroded Coffin."

Steve blinks, and his smile becomes a bit more genuine as he steps closer and clasps Eddie's forearm. "A fellow leader," he says, squeezing Eddie's arm. "Welcome to our museum."

"Y-yeah," Eddie says, his arm still tingling when Steve lets go. He clears his throat, idly tugging on a few strands of hair. "So, uh, what's the deal around here? I mean, giant women...Roman kings...cowboys, it looks like."

"Our noble museum is home to Pharoah Ahkmenrah and his tablet, which brings the exhibits to life each night," Steve explains.

"There's a few rules, though," Robin says, sitting down on the bench behind Steve. "One, no getting into fights. Two, be back in your display by sunrise. Three, no leaving the museum at night."

"What? Why not?"

"We have lost good exhibits to Sol Invictus's morning rays," Steve says, frowning slightly. "So, be careful."

Eddie stares at Steve with wide eyes as he nods, amazed at the fact that Steve seems to talk like that so genuinely. And the fact that Eddie is...kinda into it. Holy shit, that's not helping with Eddie's whole "fall to his knees" thing. He wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned worship if Steve would just smile at him again.

Maybe his prayers are heard, because Steve smiles at him again. "Wonderful," he says. "Now, Eddie, could I interest you in a tour of the museum tonight?"

"Oh, you could interest me in a lot of things, sweetheart," Eddie blurts out, his mouth running faster than his brain.

He snaps his jaw shut, relieved and horrified at Steve's slightly confused expression and Robin's "I know what you are" thousand-yard stare from over his shoulder. Before he can try to backtrack, Steve snaps, understanding in his eyes. "Ah! Sweetheart is a nickname, yes? I accept your offer of friendship."

Eddie clenches his jaw, stopping himself from saying that it's more than friendships he's offering, and smiles. "Yeah. A nickname. That's all. I'm just...a nickname kinda guy. I'll probably think of more, too, Stevie. Like that."

Steve practically beams, and Eddie feels his knees go weak. "I look forward to it," he says, turning on his heel to look at Robin, who thankfully schools her expression. "Robin, this is where we leave you for the night. You have my word that Eddie will be back in place before sunrise."

"Well, you two kids have fun," she says, grinning in a way that immediately puts Eddie on edge. "I'd better not hear about any funny business, though. Absolutely no bases should be reached tonight, and you'd better not do any conquering or pillaging."

She definitely looks at Eddie when she says that last bit. Eddie stiffens, doing his best to hold back a blush when Steve glances over at his, the confusion clear on his face. "Conquering requires more planning than this, Robin. I've told you before."

"Don't worry about it, dingus. Just have fun. Here, I'll even call a ride for you," she says, winking at them before turning, holding her fingers to her mouth, and whistling sharply.

Steve walks over to Eddie right as the ground starts to shake, easily catching him around the waist before he can lose his balance. "The shaking does take some getting used to," he says, his tone full of sympathy and obliviousness to the crisis Eddie is experiencing.

When his brain finally catches up enough to ask what he's talking about, a dinosaur skeleton slides into the room, its body wiggling excitedly as it growls. Eddie jerks back, the arm around his waist tightening some. "What the fuck?!" he shouts.

"Worry not," Steve says, leaning closer. His voice is a little softer now, his breath fanning over Eddie's ear. "This is Rexy, our steed for the evening. He's very friendly."

"Friendly," Eddie mumbles, letting himself be dragged over to Rexy and placed on the dinosaur's head by Robin. "The dinosaur is friendly."

"Many of the exhibits are," Steve tells him, grinning brightly as Rexy begins moving after a pet on the snout from Robin.

Eddie looks at him, feeling blinded by Steve's smile once more, and completely forgets about the living dinosaur skeleton.

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Lemme know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

(Also I know there are like one or two upcoming parent AUs that people have asked to be tagged in and I tried to see if this was one of them but couldn't find anyone for the life of me hfjdks so I'm sorry if you asked on another post and I missed you orz)

And, finally, a meme for you

[snzysimper]

All Good Things Come to an End ("happy" ending)

this totally didn't take almost 2 years tf u on abt?

just shut up and read this (...plz? TvT)

whatever just enjoy some gae homosexuals being cute

|| I am allowed to write what I want and would appreciate you keeping whatever rude comments you may have to yourself ||

1.5k words

(picking up from where shit hit the fan- I'll fix the splitting part when I'm not half asleep)

“Edd, I-”

“How long have you been looking for me?” Edd avoids eye contact. The one eyed Norwegian remains silent for about 30 seconds, although it feels like an eternity. “I haven’t,” he almost sounds ashamed. “I hadn’t told them to go out and find you, either. I didn’t think they would do something like that. I apologize on their behalf.” The other chuckles indifferently. “Can’t say I’m surprised. You always did let your pride get the better of you.”

The Red Leader can feel tears sting his eyes but he refuses to let them fall. The two sit in silence again, only the faint hum of the heater in the background. The Red Leader rubs his face as the scent of burning dust fills the air. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Edd but he chooses to remain quiet. The other squeaks quietly. He does his best to hold off for as long as possible but ultimately fails.

His breath hitches quietly before he quickly brings his hand to his face and holds his nose shut with his thumb and index finger. “hn’KTtxX!! hk’Tt-Ch!! k’DT-tch!! eh heH-!! K-DTT’XX!!” With the final sneeze he brings his knees to his chest and covers his ears with his hands. “Helvete!” The green hooded man smirks. “Still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?” The Red Leader groans, his nose still itchy.

“Bless you.” “…takk.”

The Red Leader feels a pit in his stomach begin to form. This is all a mistake. After all he’s done? Edd’s still being nice? He’s still worried about him? He doesn’t deserve sympathy. The Red Leader stands up and heads for the pantry. In the far back, there is a case of cola. He grabs a can and walks back to where Edd is. He puts the can in Edd’s lap and takes out his pocket knife. “I thought you outlawed this years ago.” He seems quite happy but his smile quickly fades when he sees the knife. He tenses up, not moving a muscle. He waits nervously as he watches the blade.

The Red Leader carefully slices through the rope binding his friend to the chair. After freeing the man, he steps away. “You shouldn’t be here. You don’t deserve to be stuck in here with someone like me. It’s not safe for you here.” He rubs his face again. “B-besides, snff!! I’m going to get you sick.”

Edd smiles as he stands up with the cola in his hand. The Red Leader avoids eye contact, too ashamed to meet the other’s gaze. The green hooded man sighs. Walking over to the norski, he smirks, hugging his friend. “You’re a bloody moron, Tord.”

That was it. The straw that broke the camel’s back. The two are once again silent, Edd embracing the scar-faced man. It was all too much. What starts out as a single, silent tear turns into two, then three, then five. Quiet weeping turns into soft crying which soon turns into audible sobs. He hasn’t been addressed by his name in years. No one in the army base, including Paul or Patryk, knew his real name. He didn’t have the guts to hug his friend back. He simply stands still, sobbing pathetically.

“Shh,” Edd runs his fingers through his friend's hair. “Go sit down. I’ll join you shortly.” He walks Tord over to the sofa, sitting him down and wrapping his black trench coat around him. After a short while, Edd sits down next to him, a pack of tissues between them.

“Why…” Edd looks up. “Hm?”

“Why are you being nice to me? I don’t deserve your kindness. Not after all I’ve done to you.” Edd chuckles softly. “You’re my best friend. I haven’t seen you in years. Do you really think I haven’t been worried about you?”

Tord chooses not to reply out of fear he’d say something stupid. This works in his favor, as the irritation in the back of his nose has finally become too much. His breath falters and he instinctively reaches his hand up to pinch his nose, but not before Edd restrains him.

“Wha-? Edd, l-let go of-!! he’ET-Cheugh!! EG’TSH-EUGH!!”

Edd smirks. “Just let it out. I’m not going to let you hurt yourself like last time.”

Despite his best efforts, Tord fails to speak a complete sentence without interrupting himself. “I’m serious, let-G’HSH’EHh! le-eh!!t..aA’TT-dSHOO!! go of me-!! I ca-ah!! can’t stop- hE’TD-shIEW!! snee-!!zing-gEH’DSH-OO!!”

The final harsh sneeze strains the man's voice, as well as making him look like a fool. With his hands still being held down, he does best to snort back what he can of the disgusting mess he caused. “Ow…” Tord clears his throat, his voice practically gone. Edd lets go of his hands and hands him the pack of tissues. “Bless you,” he says with a smile. Tord only glares at him, rubbing his nose. “Come on, don’t be like that. You feel better when you just let it out.” He still refuses to make eye contact. “Whatever, you know I’m right.”

Tord yawns quietly. “You should probably take a nap. You look exhausted.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m not a little kid, Edward.”

“Well you’re acting like one.” Edd gently pulls Tord onto his lap. He is a bit embarrassed but doesn’t protest. He groans quietly. The norski shifts around, ultimately resting his head on the brit’s shoulder. He chuckles softly. “Comfy?” Tord hums in response. He decides he’s not going to talk unless he absolutely has to.

Unfortunately, this is short lived.

A familiar itchy, tickling sensation builds up inside his nose again. Only, this one is different. Oddly specific. “Edd,” Tord rubs his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie. “What’s all over your hoodie?” Edd takes a moment to inspect his clothing. “Oh it’s probably cat hair. Ringo loves laying in bed with me.”

Tord whimpers. “snDFF!! That…damn cat is…still alive?” Edd flicks the man's forehead. “Be nice. She’s my baby girl.”

“I fucking-hH!! I…fucking hate that cat. It always leaves tufts of fur everywhe-” Tord is cut off mid sentence, his own nose betraying him. It’s so sudden that he doesn’t have enough time to process what is happening and cover his face in time. “E’Hh-GDtcHOo!! ‘Eh-D’TSs-eUGH!! Hah…ah-!!”

Tord had always been horribly allergic to Edd’s beloved feline companion. Much to his dismay when he returned 8 years later, Ringo still hadn’t kicked the bucket. And it appears that she’s still around, as healthy as ever. “-dSH’Uuh!! ‘K-TCH’uUh!! ah-HH!! heH-!!” He remains curled up in a ball in his friend's arms, unable to keep his composure. Unlike his usual sneezes, these are coming out rapid fire, leaving him no chance to speak. Edd is a bit startled. “Oh, bless you-”

“hM’PptCHUuh!! P’TCh-uUH!! K’hTD-CHUu!! haA’T-Uuh!! hE’H’shEh!!”

Edd struggles to think of a solution. At this point it’s starting to sound mildly painful. Very breathy like he is struggling to catch his breath. He ultimately decides to cover Tord's face with a handful of tissues to try and prevent his nose from detecting the allergen. He quickly strips himself of his hoodie and tosses it in the corner. At last it appears that Tord has been able to get it together. Edd returns to the moth-eaten sofa and sits next to his friend once again. “You alright buddy?” The Red Leader whimpers in response. “I’mb finde. snDFF!! Juss’…really stuffy.”

Edd frowns. “I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s never been this bad in the past.” Tord clears his throat, but it doesn’t help much. “We don’ have mbuch mo’ndey…snFFf!! All of our extra mo’dey goes to weapon’ds and or food. We don’ have the funds for medici’de or…stuff like tha’h…” He coughs harshly, the sound of thick mucus being expelled from his lungs. “Ow…” He rubs his throat. “It sucks but there’s not m’buch we can’d do about it.” He hardly manages to rasp out the final sentence. “It’s ho’destly a miracle tha’ the AC and heatigg work..”

Edd sighs. He sits up and pats his lap. “C’mere Tord.” The Red Leader complies and lays his head on the other’s lap. He yawns again, this time louder than before. Edd thinks for a moment and changes his mind. He gently moves Tord, who doesn’t take kindly to it. He lays down on the sofa, which his height is longer than, and once again opens his arms. Tord flops onto Edd and lays in the fetal position. Edd reaches and grabs the blanket, draping it over his friend.

Tord yawns again. Edd sighs, running his fingers through his friend's hair. The Red Leader hums happily as his scalp is massaged. He sniffles quietly, his nose beginning to run again. He looks up at Edd, sheepishly. “Tha’k g’you…for snRFF!! Stayi’g with m’be…” The other laughs. He kisses the sick man’s head. “You’re welcome. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

[clouds-of-wings]

I don't even know what my top albums of the year are, but here are some I discovered this year that I really liked, so that I don't come across as ONLY a hater. Linking my fav track, or one of my fave tracks, on YT every time.

Molllust - Mother Universe (A glimmer of hope in the irradiated wasteland that is symphonic metal at present. Also one of the four female-LED metal bands I know. Like with a female composer! Such wow!)

Knights of Heliopolis - Ferrum Fero Ferro Ferror (ditto about the hope thing. Also they have an operatic bass frontman and holyyyyy shiiiit that is the best thing ever! I keep fangirling about this band but they used to be called "Phoebus the Knight", so that's the tag that's in.)

Nostra Morte - Sin Retorno (A flicker of light from the NON-wasteland that symph was 12 years ago)

Silent Opera - Immortal Beauty (ditto. Oh how I wish for soothing rain and some fucking OPERA VOCALS in the fucking OPERA GENRE. Why is symph metal full of COWARDS and CASUALS? I know I sound like Holden Caulfield, but that's because he's right and my role model.)

Nanowar - Dislike to False Metal (Power Metal, Nanowar being awesome as usual. I link perhaps one of their less surprising songs bc I'm a sucker for that Rhapsody stuff but plz listen to the whole album, it also has tracks like this - great variety really, and greater wtf! I gently pat Gatto's head and wonder what he will do next, clearly he's called Cat for a reason.)

Elina Garanca - Habanera (These are just some famous arias, but her voice is really nice! Dark-voiced mezzo-sopranos rule the world!)

Snowy Shaw - White is the New Black (I have been listening to this so much lately. Somehow I always ignored his solo work after the Notre Dame stuff except for some of his singles, but this album is actually really really cool! I don't know which genre it is lol. Metal Archives says "Heavy Metal", but that doesn't really describe it so well. Snowy has a lot of personality, and so does his music. Just click! You may not even regret it!)

Wolfenmond - Can't pick an album... Galdra (EP!) I guess. Folk metal or medieval rock with a woman who doesn't get forced to sound cute.

Grendel's Sÿster - Myrtenkranz Heavy metal / folk metal with a woman who REALLY doesn't get forced to sound cute. As SATW said, women should be respected, but sister Germany should be feared. Damn straight. This is an EP, same music first in English, then in German.

Kornalyn - Intemporel (French acoustic folk, revolutionary communist and anarchist songs. This guy is a folk song recording MACHINE and I like almost everything he releases.)

Therion - Leviathan 3 (I still wrestle with this album. A lot! I also know from past experience that in retrospect I'm more likely to regret not including it than I am including it.)

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I also watched like 20 operas this year in an attempt to be a little less of a poser in the genre. I don't know which I would recommend the most. Wagner's "Die Walküre" touched me the most, both in terms of story and of pure epicness of the music. Kinda wiped the floor with everything else :/ It seems Wagner is the only one in opera who isn't shit at plots. Lohengrin also had a good story! Vivaldi's "Juditha Triumphans" (not technically an opera but an oratorio, but really I don't care, it's basically an opera) and Bizet's "Carmen" (I'm not linking that, there are 8945098340 good recordings, just find one that looks appealing to you) had the most pleasant music.

I also liked Alessandro nell‘Indie by Leonardo Vinci (no relation). I link my favourite scene. Don't worry about the lack of English subs, the plot is 4 hours of soap opera. They did a very traditional staging of this, like back in 1730, which means it's all countertenors and sopranists, half in drag. Thus it pairs nicely with the all-female Vivaldi one above. Back when women were real men who led armies and men had fake boobs or danced under falling rose petals singing about love, LIKE GOD INTENDED! TRADITIONAL VALUES!

[cositapreciosa]

You & Me

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (murder/dead body, nothing graphic tho, ptsd? hardships and hard time, vibes are Gilly's veteran's storyline in the show) the usual for the show, 2307 words

a/n : as DJ Khaled once said : another one. You & Me is a Yelawolf song that slaps so

A follow up of this one can be read part 1.2 here and part 2 here !

Tagging the people I won't stop bothering about this new blorbo obsession @narcolini @drabbles-mc

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

You hadn’t seen him in months, not before you had seen him again at Jacob's birthday party at least, it had been weeks since then. You knew he wouldn’t be mad that you came knocking, found his address the only way you knew how, like the good old days. You were always closest to him, throughout it all, recruits, being shipped out, Mosul, coming back in pieces after everything. You had tried to stay close with them at the beginning, fix the pieces of the puzzle, go to those forced mental-health meetings the army thought were necessary, birthdays or nights out on the town. Even so, it always felt like too much. Too much noise, too many people, too many questions about everything that kept you awake at night. Too many pieces that couldn’t be put back like the others could. You just couldn’t see them as much after that, after you had realized they reminded you every day about what was wrong with you, what you couldn’t fix. You had missed him, of course, oh so much, but every time you stayed too long it felt like you were dragging them all down with you.

You knock on the door, knuckles on the paint. You know it is probably a bad thing, coming unannounced in the middle of the night, but you can’t seem to care. Before you could realize it, you had driven your car to his street, slowing down to read the numbers on the door, finally stopping in front of it. It’s a quaint building, with a nice white door, windows on each side. It didn’t look how you had imagined it and you had, so many times, wished to leave whatever shit show you had gotten yourself into this time. Run back to him. You don’t understand how you managed to escape one hell, only to get yourself trapped in another so quickly. So many hours spent training, fighting for your life, only to fall for a goddamn-

He opens the door, chain pulling between the frames. The porch is dark, barely lit, but you can see the surprise on his face, the confusion as your name falls from his lips. Guilt builds in your chest, panic clawing at your throat.

‘’ Hey, Gil. ‘’

It’s all you can manage, a small smile tugging at your lips, a peace offering. You know you don’t have to explain, that he understands, clearly you are not showing up this late for a beer and a chat. He moves behind the opened door, probably tucking in his waistband whatever gun he had snatched on his way to investigate the noise. He tugs the chain off, opening the door wider this time. You can see him looking around the street, ensuring it is only you and him. You feel like you can’t breathe like you are doing something you shouldn’t, even though you know this is precisely what you should be doing.

‘’ Are you alright? How did you get my… ‘’ You can hear the concern in his voice, see the confusion on his face as he trails off. His beard is shorter than the last time you had seen him, trimmed around the edges. You probably woke him up, you realize.

‘’ Are you doubting my skills now, ranger? ‘’

You want it to sound like a joke, you really do, but it lands flat, your voice is hoarse, tired, adrenaline wearing off. If he noticed it, he doesn’t tell you. He is not pushing you away, yet, and tonight, for the first time, you feel like you can really let your guard down. You take a deep breath, a shaky one, a sad one.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you. ‘’ Your voice is small, vulnerable. ‘’ I- ‘’

I need your help. It hurts to say it, to even think about it, and you can’t get the words out. They get stuck in your throat with all the sorry’s you owe him, the apologies you never gave him. His eyes are soft on you, deep brown eyes that always made you feel at home. That is when he notices it, the blood on your bottom lip, a straight cut, already swollen and purple where the fist had hit. His shoulders push back, finally awake, and you know he is ready to fight. You can tell his arms are tensing underneath his shirt, you can see how hard his gaze has become.

‘’ Who did this to you? ‘’

He takes a step towards you, towering over you, his hand moving your jaw to the side to try and see it better in the low light.

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You sigh. ‘’, but I need a favour. A big one, Gil. ‘’

You hesitate to tell him, to ask him to do this with you, for you. You know what he has been doing since he got back, joining the not-so-legal motorcycle club. Something about it being the closest it felt to being back in the field. It had been your lives for so long, breathing it, fighting for it, day and night, every second of it.

‘’ Tell me. ‘’

You can smell the detergent from his clothes, taste on your tongue what is left of the cigarette he had before bed. His hand is warm against your cheek, a nice contrast from the cold night. His thumb is caressing beneath your jaw, where the skin hasn’t bruised yet, and you can’t recall the last time you had been touched like this, slow, meaningful. You had missed this, him.

You take a quick look in the dark living room, past his shoulder, maybe he is not alone like you originally thought. You know Rae and Jacob haven’t been staying at their home lately, and Paul had told you that she had stayed a couple of nights at Gil’s. They must still be in the house when he gently presses you a few steps back, closing the door behind him. You really want to believe that it’s because of them, that he does this to keep their minds at ease, not to worry them about what mess you got yourself into this time. You don’t want to believe it might be because of someone else, that maybe he has someone now, someone he didn’t tell you about. He speaks again, gently coaxing it out of you.

‘’ You’re good, I got you. Tell me. ‘’

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You continue. Of him. ‘’ He’s in the trunk. ‘’

‘’ He’s in the what, now? ‘’

His hand falls from your jaw, landing in a strong grip where your neck meets the shoulder. It is not meant to hurt, and it doesn’t, you know it is mostly to keep you here, keep you from running away like you usually do. You know he would never let you deal with this on your own, you can’t turn around now, you have to face this.

‘’ I put him in the- ‘’

‘’ The trunk, yeah, I got that. ‘’

You swallow, and it doesn’t feel natural, like your muscles are clenching too hard to make the action happen. You bring a gentle hand to his forearm, taking in the heat that immediately covers your fingertips, the softness of the black shirt under your palm. You look back at him.

‘’ He deserved it, I swear. Gil, I- ‘’ Fuck.

You know there are tears in your eyes, you can’t help it. This whole thing makes you feel like a child, like you just got back from Iraq. You had always been able to be vulnerable with him, he would listen and listen until you had nothing to say anymore, nothing left to cry. A warm hand on your back, fingers in your hair.

‘’ Hey. I’ll take care of this. I know he did. ‘’

You know he doesn’t get it today, he couldn’t possibly, but you let him say it, let it justify your action, the blood that is still drying under your nails.

‘’ Let me make a few calls, okay? ‘’

You nod. You trust him, utterly and completely, with your safety, your life.

And so the both of you wait, seated shoulder to shoulder on the stairs of his porch. Gil's hand is warm on your knee, caressing the skin that peeks out of your distressed jeans. He wants you to stop bouncing your leg, you know it, it has always bothered him, how your stress showed up in micro-movements. You're making me nervous, ranger.

They come for your car fifteen minutes later, all leather cuts, no motorcycles and a single van. Coco, he tells you his name as he asks for your car keys. When you give it to him with a shaking hand, he tells you that everything is going to be fine, they'll take care of it. You believe him, you believe him because you trust Gil and he trusts them, but still, it feels like you are imposing, even when you know they have probably done this many times before.

Coco looks at Gil, a silent conversation you are not a part of, he notices his hand on your thigh, your busted lip.

‘’ We’re taking care of this, cariño. You're safe now. ‘’ Coco tells you.

You want to believe him, you really do. They leave after that, one car following the other, your secret with them. Yours and Gil's and theirs.

‘’ Don’t make a habit of this. ‘’

Gil’s eyes are back on you. He is joking, and it's funny, you laugh, but it doesn't come out like you want, choked in the throat.

‘’ I'm sorry, Gil. I know we haven't been talking much lately. I- ’’

He stops you, a large hand pressing the skin of your thigh.

‘’ Stop it. Whatever you need, you call, I'll answer. ‘’

You sigh and you allow your head to fall to his shoulder. You can’t remember the last time you had been this close, but it feels like you never left, a random night in a world where none of this would have happened. You thank him because there are no other words to make this right. You want to tell him that you owe him, that you will repent until this debt is paid, until he says you did enough to earn it back. His nose is in your hair and you can feel his chest move up and down with every breath. It had never been about that with him, he always took what you gave, broken pieces, burning ashes, wrapping it all up and giving it back to you fixed. You don’t remember when you started crying, silently sobbing against his arm, but he doesn’t mention it. He holds you, caressing your back with a hand, bringing you closer with the other one.

‘’ Stay with me tonight. ‘’ He whispers in your hair, ‘’ I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t. ‘’

That makes you cry harder. Deep inside of you, something is being fixed, an old war wound that had been buried for so long. I will, you tell him, just for tonight.

He doesn’t believe you, he knows you will get up from the bed the second he falls asleep, take your car that now smells like bleach and citrus, and ride out into the morning, away from him once again. When he rolls to your side of the bed in the morning, finding it cold and empty, he knew he was right. He was used to it, of course, a weird, silent arrangement between you two, that you would never be able to stay put for too long, but today, it hurts, pains him in a way it had never before.

‘’ ‘morning. ‘’

You pass the bathroom door that connects directly to his bedroom. Your hair is still damp from the shower, wearing a new set of his clothes on your back. He doesn’t say it back, he can’t, not when he suddenly doesn’t remember how to breathe, not when he can’t believe you actually stayed the night this time. You are here, and he is staring, he can’t look away.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you up. ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I just really wanted a shower, and then I heard Jacob in the kitchen, I… ‘’

You stop then, and he can tell that you have realized too, what he is thinking, why his eyes can leave your form. You try to speak again and explain, anything, but it doesn’t come out. Maybe there is no reason why today you chose to stay, out of all the others you could have. He can hear Rae in the living room, the sound of pans and the french toast that is being cooked in the kitchen. You silently walk to his side of the bed, offering him your hand. You smell like his soap and fresh coffee. He takes a deep breath as he reaches up for your palm, fingers lacing with your own as you finally swallow the lump in your throat.

‘’ Just for today then, yeah? ‘’

Your eyes are soft when he looks up, your smile meeting his own, already bright, unable to stop it from hurting his cheeks. Of course, he says, just for today. As many as you would like.

[hobaworld7]

KNJ - Teach me - pt2

pairing : reader x namjoon / unistudent!reader x teacher!namjoon / bestfriend taehyung, maybe he's in love with the reader, he doesn't know yet -and neither do i lol-

genre : forbidden relationship, teacher and uni student relationship, all consensual, both mature and over 21. the reader is a v!rg!n and kinda innocent. really a slowburn, it start to get into the real thing tho in this chapter. some romantic rapprochement you know winkwink

word count : almost 3k

warning : don't hookup with your teacher plz, this is just fiction, just don't do it okay AHHAHA

summary : NamJoon is a new teacher and you are the student president. He notices you after being late a few times in a month and he's trying to get your attention. You both feel an attraction but this is forbidden so you try to forget about it.

a/n : i could write a whole book just with the inspiration that turtleneck-namjoon is giving me. enjoy army. okay i'm lowkey really proud about where this story is going. it will have more then two part.

disclaimer : pictures from pinterest / namjoon isn't mine / just an imagine

READ PART ONE HERE

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''Hum, hey, I don't know who you are but Y/N just collapse in my arms, completely drunk. I saw your number on the back of her phone. Are you her boyfriend? Anyways, could you come get her. Her friends are all gone or fast asleep. Here is the address.''

Namjoon wasn't asleep yet. It was past midnight but he was relaxing while watching his favorite show on the couch. His cellphone was on the table in front of him, facing the wood. He was surprise to hear it buzzed at this hour. The thought of you needing him was enough to jump off the couch and grab it.

He read the text and got up to go grab some shirt to cover his naked chest before grabbing his key and leave his apartment. It was only fifteen minutes away. He put on some music and check his phone while driving to be sure you were still okay. When he arrives in front of the house, he grab a hat and some sunglass so the students doesn't recognize him. He turn off his car and walk to the door. Hearing the loud music, he understood that the party was till going on for a few of them. It was strange to see his student drunk and high, dancing or sleeping every where they could find a comfy corner. He recognize Taehyung on the couch, sleeping, the mouth open, completely black out. He walk around the house, to find you sitting outside, near the pool. He rushes over you.

-Namjoonie oppaaaaa. You're hereee.

You difficulty get up and tried to put your hand around his neck but the alcohol was quite running into your body so you loose balance. He rushes over you and wrap his hands around your hips and you fell against his chest. The sound of your laugh made his heart skipped a beat. Even your laugh was more than beautiful. You rest your dizzy head against him.

-I think, I think, I may have drink a littleee too much oppaaa.

A little chuckle leaves his lips. He help you stand up straight and walk you toward his car.

-I'm gonna bring you home okay? Can you tell me your address?

-Oppaaa, do you think I'm pretty? Because I think you are really sexyy. Oops, I think I shouldn't be saying things like that. But you now, Mr.Kim, when I see your arms though your shirt when you teach us, makes me want to take private lessons with you.

He stops his walk to look at you. You cheeks were burning red because of the alcohol and you were laughing uncontrollably. He had to take a deep breath and remembering you were drunk.

Since his first day teaching your class he notices you. The student president, always studying, these cute glasses on the point of your nose, the way your skirt was revealing your thigh when you cross your legs, everything about you made him crazy. He tried telling himself that he was a teacher and couldn't think that way. The age-gap wasn't too big and the way you were looking at him earlier this day. He had to take a hot and long shower as soon he got home, making sure to pleasure himself a bit because he couldn't get you out of his head. Since he was a responsable adult so he won't try anything on you tonight, but your confession made his heart skip a beat.

He helps you sit in the car and buckle your belt so you stay safe under his responsibility. You finally gave him your adresse and he was surprise to heard you were living alone.

-My dad left when I was young. It was only my mom and I but she got sick last year and died this summer. I was able to stay at this school since my situation but had to moved out on the other side of the city. That is why I was late quite a few times.

Your drunken confession surprises him. You shaky hand grab his.

-I'm alone. I'm alone and no one notice. Not even my friends.

You leaned your head on the window, keeping his hand in yours, fidgeting with his finger, lost in your thoughts. The more he drives, the more he realize you weren't living in a particularly safe neighbourhood. He let out your hand once he was park in front of your apartment building. You stumble out of his car, your sickness taking over your drunkness. You fell on your knees. He rushes out to reach you in time to grab your hair before you throw up on the street.

-That's... That's embarrassing.

You let out a little laugh and he grabs a napkin to wipe the corner of your lips.

-Y/N, are you okay to go inside or you need help?

-I think I-I can do it.

You get up but end up stumbling in your own feet. He grabs your arms, saving you once again to fall.

-I'll help you. Here, lay on me.

He put his arm around your waist and notice that you knee were scratch, bleeding a bit. He helps you into your apartment and once you're able to unlock the door, he enters with you. You were living in a small studio, not luxurious but it was comfy enough for you. You stumble to your bed and lay on it, your back on the soft comforter. NamJoon stays in the entryway. He'll just help you getting in bed and leave after, he told himself. He took off his shoes and walk towards you, kneeling in front of you. He gently took off your heels and put them by the door. He walk his way to the kitchen, wetting a tablecloth and walking back to you. You were already fast asleep. He gently rub your hurt knees and made sure to clean the scratches so it won't get infected. Finally, he put one of his arm around your back and the other under your knees so he could get you comfortable under the comforter. Once he was sure you were okay with a glass of water and an empty bucket on your night stand, he lock the door and went back to his place. He was happy knowing you were safe in your bed.

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On Monday morning, you were fully recover of your hangover. You did, indeed, remember everything that happen with Namjoon and the anxiety to see him today had keep you up all night. You put on your uniform and seeing the scratch on your knees, you decided to put on some knee-long socks to cover them. You grab your bag and left your apartment at 5 in the morning, making sure to not be late to class. Once you arrive at school you stop at the coffee shop and grab yourself breakfast and a coffee. Before leaving you thought about your teacher and decide to go back so you can buy him something to drink and eat as a way to say thank you for helping you Friday night. You weren't starting with his class, you had it at the end of the day, but you still walk in and put the food and coffee on his desk, writing a little note, signing with only your initial so others don't get suspicious.

The day went well, you were a little tired but the insane amount of caffeine you drink kept you up for the day. It was time for your last class. Namjoon's class. You joined your friends for the break and Taehyung wrap his arm around your waist.

-Sorry I couldn't get you home safely Friday. Were you able to get home safe?

-Yeah, I-I called an Uber and went home. And you?

-I woke up Saturday morning still buzzed but yeah.

Your friends laugh and you lay your head on Tae's shoulder, trying to get some rest before your last class start. He gently stroke your hair.

-Hey Y/N, what's with the sock? You never wore them. One of your girl friend said.

-I fell Friday night, my knees are all scratched.

You let out a little laugh and Taehyung put his hand on your thighs, putting down your sock a bit to see the state of your knees. They were still red and sore. Your teacher walks in front of you and you friends at this moment. Your cheeks went red and you rapidly put your sock back up.

-Mr.Kim is so hot right? I wish we could fucked our teacher without consequence.

You turn over to the friend that said that, surprise by her speech.

-Are-Are you serious right now? You want to fuck your teacher?

Your cheek start to burn a little but your friends didn't seem to notice the redness.

-Come on Y/N, every one had that fantasy at least once with a teacher!

Before you could answer, the bell rang, alerting you to start walking to your class. You say bye to your other friends but Taehyung stays by your side since you were in the same class. His arms around your waist, you enter the class. You could feel NamJoon's look on you. He let out a little cough and you took this sign to get away from Taehyung and sit at your designated place. Taehyung went to the back. The class went well. He started by teaching some grammar rules and after that you had an hour to work on an essay. You wrote almost half of it when you decide to lay your head on your desk to rest your eyes a bit. Unexpectedly, you quickly fall asleep.

The bell rings to notice the teacher and student that it was the end of the class. Before Taehyung could wake you up, Namjoon tell him to get closer so he could talk to him.

-I'm not leaving yet, I'll let her sleep a bit. I need to talk to her about the correction she did last week anyways. You can go.

He bowed respectfully and left the class. It was only you too now. As he said he let you sleep for an hour. He finished all your work and decide to come wake you up. He pulls a chair near your desk and at the tip of his finger, put your hair behind your ears. You mumble something in your sleep. He let out a little laugh and weakly say,

-Hey sleeping beauty, it's time to wake up now it's already 5pm.

You open your eyes, blinking a few time to adjust to the light. NamJoon continue stroking your hair.

-Did you sleep well? You fell asleep during class. Is your draft done? I need to take it and correct it tonight.

You look at the paper to see it only half done. You look up to NamJoon who has now lay back in his chair, crossing his arms on his chest. You bit your lips, staring at him in the eyes.

-Hum, if you can give me half an hour, I can get it done.

-Mh, perfect, I'll be at my desk.

He smiles and get up before walking to his chair. He sits down and start working on his computer for the next thirty minutes. When you finish your draft, you get up and walk to his desk. You stop in front of it and hold out your draft. He looks up and take your essay.

-Y/N, come here. He gave you a sign to come next to him.

You walk around and stop when your a few step away from his desk. He turns towards you and grab your hand, pulling you closer.

-Sit on the desk, Y/N.

-W-Why?

-I wanna look if you knees are healing right.

You hesitantly sit on the desk. He closes his laptop and put it away. You weren't in front of him and he didn't like that idea. He wanted you the nearest he could. He put his hand on your thigh and pull you towards him. You clench your legs together, your body heating up at the sensation of his hand on you.

-Can I look?

You nod and he slowly put down one of your sock after another. His finger slightly rubbing the side of your legs. A spasm runs trough your legs. He let out a little chuckle, proud to see you react under his touch.

-Are you okay Y/N?

-Hum, yes, I'm really okay Mr.Kim- Namjoon.

His eyes were still locked on your legs.

-And is it okay if I do this?

He slowly moves his hand up your bare thigh. A shiver runs through your body and you let out a little yes. He put up your skirt a bit and lean toward you to kiss the bare skin of your thigh. A little whimper get out of your lips out of surprise. The tension was heating up the room. He put his other hand on your left thigh. He slips his other hand between your legs to spread them a little. He looks up to your face. You were biting your lips, trying to control the sound that could possibly get out of your throat.

-N-No one ever touch me like this N-NamJoon.

-You've never been touched before Y/N?

You shyly nod your head.

-Tell me then if you want me to stop okay?

-O-Okay.

He wanted to devour you. Kiss all the part of your body and tear off all of your clothes so he could see your pretty naked body right now. He needed to be patient. He wanted to be gentle and not scared you off, especially with the confidence you just did. He was pleased to know he was the first man touching you, and he wanted it to mean something for you.

He put one of his hands around your waist and pull you so you could sit on his lap. When you suddenly feel his muscular thigh under yours, a little moan get out of your mouth. His hand then gently went up your back, leaving a trail of shivers against your spine. He finally grab the back of your neck, so he could pull your face closer to him. He smiles at the sight of your blushing cheek and put his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your arms wrapping his neck, leaning closer to him to feel his chest against yours. You were hungry for his presence and his touch. His other hand were caressing your inner thigh, making your body shiver under his touch. He slowly rub his thumb on the already wet fabric of your painty. A spasm of pleasure crosses your body and you lean your forehead in the crook of his neck, letting out a little moan. You were so fragile between his hands and under his touches. He wanted to take you right here; right now. But it wasn't safe on a Monday might to fuck a student here. Especially not you since you already showed him how sensible you were under his touch. His hand then subtly reach your hips and rubbed circles on your waist as his mouth travel to your neck, kissing and slightly bitting your skin.Your eyes travel along his arms, silently admiring the way his muscle was shaped in his shirt, angling your head up towards him. You roll your hips on his crotch, feeling his moan vibrating against your skin.

-We can't- We can't continue this here baby.

Against his wishes, he distants himself a little so he can look at you in your eyes. His hands caressing your cheek.

-Not tonight, not here. They are still a lot of personal working, especially on Monday night.

You heard a knock on the door, thankfully Namjoon locked it and closes the blind subtly at the end of the class. He put his index up against your lips, giving you the order to stay silent.

-Yes, give me a minute, 'coming.

He lean towards you and whisper in your ears.

-Go to your desk and work on your essay. And straighten your skirt baby girl.

He helps you get off his laps and gently smack your ass before you go sit at your desk, pretending working on your essay. He walk to the door and open it.

-Sorry I have a student redoing today's assignment, is it important?

You subtly heads up to see the principal in the doorframe.

-No it's not, just wanted to remember you about the teacher's reunion tomorrow night. Work well Y/N.

He smiles at you and you bowed your head to the director. He left the class and Namjoon closes the door.

-Get your things baby girl, I'll drive you home, it's getting late.

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SEE YOU AGAIN IN PART 3!

[imfiguringitoutlovely]

I have an idea for a quirk idea.

*Ahem*

Quirk: Tiamat.

Like the Primodials Goddess you can create life itself, whatever you want. An army of monsters including, Dragons, smaller dragons, Minatours and so much more. Or inorganic things as well, there are barely any restrictions.

You can also create chaotic energy, bending reality to your will, being able to summon celestial energy as well, for the heavens are under your control.

Like the Tiamat herself you also look draconic, wings, claws and Sharp teeth with many other Features( you can just look at Tiamat from smite and you pretty much look like a somewhat humanoid version)

And the of course you can Manapulate and create salt water, for Tiamat is the Primodial goddess of the salt sea and chaos.

Due to your quirk you are also more durible and stronger than a normal human.

And to really sell the point of divinity, if you use celestial energy you get a halo behind you head.

Drawbacks: the more you use your quirk with out breaks, you will get fatigue, it can take a while until you can use your other abilities again, but you will recover quickly.

Is this op? Yes but we have characters like fucking deku with Protagonist powers and All for one. So let us be op too

Uhhh, yeah let's go with 1a ( Platonic)

class 1a with a fucking god as a classmate

pairing: platonic!class 1a x gn!reader (they/them)

genre: fluff, lotsa angst

warnings: angst 😭 (depression, isolation)

author's notes: HENXN DAMN I FINALLY MADE IT TO YOUR REQUEST YAY,, im also very sorry this isn't my best stuff. ive rewritten it...a lot. in the future I'll probably come back and rewrite again for you!!!

Also!! ik the point was for it to be op, but i decided to strip back a little. ik deku, todo, and baku have super strong quirks, but there are ultimately drawbacks to kinda balance it out and i felt it'd be easier to work a reader in w that balance

so tiamat!: user has ability to bring mythical creatures to life using a balance of chaotic and divine energy. upon activating this quirk, the energy also creates a pair of temporary wings, halo and claws for the user. after 30 minutes, the user becomes incredibly dizzy and needs to rest their quirk for two minutes. they should recover after 2 minutes with only light dizziness and be able to use their quirk for another 30. not resting may result in loss of consciousness.

sorry if there are too many changes plz lemme know if you'd like a rewrite!!

(this pic probably part of the movie, huh? 😐 im too broke, I haven't watched it but once i get a job,, that's my first expense let's get the bill,, purr-)

SO. first off, since there's no real limit on the mythical creatures you can "manifest", you're pretty much one of the most powerful students from the get go. you get in on recommendations, are already coming from a very high class private school for extremely skilled children (tuition paid by the school itself)

your parents are pros, too, so you're well known not only in your class, but amongst the staff and rest of the school, too.

in the class, though, you never acted like you were above the rest. sure, you weren't exactly the most sociable, but you were polite and there to work as hard as the rest of them. it was an extra advantage, because you were at least cooperative unlike bakugou and understood the need to be flexible unlike todoroki.

it toom them time to learn this, but you seemed to have it all the necessary points of a great hero in your palm.

to some people, like tenya iida, this was absolutely admirable. perfect, meant to be idolized and rewarded with success.

to others, like bakugou, this was a threat. another competitor, another reason to push harder than before, even if it broke him.

to aizawa, though, this... well, it was scary. was it nice to have such a well prepared student? of course. was it good to have such a dedicated student? why wouldn't it be?

well, what was left to teach other than the skills themselves? and what did this mean for villains? were they improving at the same rate, building their whole lives around improving their craft to the point where what would take a lifetime for one person to learn will take their children a few years of childhood?

this is where his calculations were a bit off, though.

it didn't take "a few years of childhood". to be as good as you were, as strong and capable and wise, it took it all.

so were you passing every test with flying colors? improving at rates almost breaking records? practically drilling into everyone's heads that you should probably already be in the field?

yes.

but you weren't interacting with your classmates otherwise. your room and the training rooms were all you knew outside of class. every imvitation to any outing was declined. you hardly ever smiled or relaxed, and when you did it was for undercover practice.

you were alone and lonely. the only people you voluntarily spoke to were your teachers whenever you wanted extra tutoring or work and your parents to update them on your progress. you were a machine.

"robocop."

you didn't like the name katsuki bakugou had lent to you, but you felt that you couldn't exactly be mad. and to be honest, it wasn't too bad, right?

but you can only be robotic for so long. eventually the feelings start to set in, especially in that stunning incredible beautiful part of your life called puberty.

"they never smile..."

"even thirteen is more emotive."

"sensei aizawa has more enthusiasm."

"maybe we shouldn't even bother them with the invite."

it wasn't that they were trying to be mean and you knew that. most of it came from worry, or sometimes them being genuinely convinced you were some sort of robot. they were going to be curious and that was... okay. for a while.

it was fine. they stopped inviting you out so much, just nodded to you in passing, and spoke with you as they usually did when paired up for classes or lessons.

but over time? they stopped inviting you altogether, didn't acknowledge you in the hall, and took on overly-professional tones whenever you talked...at all.

this is what you'd wanted, though, right? just focus on the work, on the quirk, on the career path. that's it. that's all you needed.

oh fuck. you were wrong.

powerful, yes, but you started losing the passion. you didn't lose against anyone, but you weren't as vigilant in keeping it clean and quick. sometimes they took a lot more time, and sometimes your energy wasn't enough to keep a large mythical creature like a Bahamut up for two minutes.

people took notice, especially sensei aizawa. still, most people just took it as a small bump in your intense progress.

yeah, you got some looks of pity and some small comments here and there, but... you'd be fine!

"c'mon, terminator, stop playing shy. it's weird."

"[Your last name], you missed an attack. is everything alright in the plan?" (iida)

"you look tired. maybe you should let us take over, ribbit."

it was ok. you were ok. yeah. okay. yeah! of course! you were the almighty tiamat! you'd be fine!

yeah.

yeah...

and then...

"did... did sato and sero just beat iida and [your last name?" (midoriya)

it was... quiet amongst the class. even aizawa, who's rarely taken aback by anything, seemed at a loss for words or any sort of reaction.

but sure enough, there you were, tied to one side of a pole in tape with iida opposite of you, sato and sero reveling in the victory.

your head was down. this wasn't... you. you didn't lose, not that easily, and you definitely weren't captured by surprise. and you definitely did not just mess up the entire precise plan your partner and you constructed with an almost 0% margin for error.

no. no way.

when it set in and aizawa called the win for the next team is when a wave of...relief hit.

relief that you'd lost, relief that you messed up clear as day, messed up soemething so easy to perfect, and relief that nobody was hurting you for it. you closed your eyes and your body released this surge of energy, not strong enough to hurt anyone, but instead slowing into slow waves that slowly tampered off.

everything was put on pause, aizawa trying to make eye contact to cancel out your quirk before realizing all was well and you were... smiling.

you were smiling, teary eyed and genuine, with not one ounce of tension in your usually stiff shoulders.

it was quite the situation, really, and left most of the class rather...weirded out. but after a conversation with the school counselor and sensei aizawa followed by some serioud self reflection, everything started shifting.

you started talking. not a lot, obviously. it was going to take some time, but you'd say hello, ask how people were, laugh. then you said yes to an invitation to ice cream. and then told a joke! a real joke. granted it wasn't the funniest, and the delivery was awkward at its height, but the fact that YOU told it had your class rolling.

and better yet, this improved your performance! you were still improving, but at a human pace, and you had the chance to sct your age a little.

no, it wasn't perfect. this was new. this was going to take some time. but thay was okay, because you had your class with you, and they thought you were pretty fantastic.

and you had limits. and that was wonderful.

[moon-spirit-yue]

Idea inspired by @incorrectgg. We’re just gonna say after Spine they had to go back to Talon for more provisions. Sapphic yearning Namaari series:

Raya, strolling with Noi right beside her: man this was a very long day. How are you holding up, Sisu?

Sisu, groaning: I’ve been better, but I’m okay for the most part. Really not loving being back at Talon right now though

Raya, nodding: yeah that’s fair

Noi: *stopping right in front of Raya and making grabby hands*

Raya, raising an eyebrow: child, just a couple days ago you were practically flying away from me when you took my gems. We both know you’re completely capable of walking

Noi: *tearing up*

Raya, sighing and scooping her up like a newborn: okay okay! I’ll hold you

Sisu, squealing: awwwwww! She’s so cute

Noi: *giggles and lightly taps Sisu’s nose*

Raya, shaking her head with a smile: yeah. She kinda is

Atitaya, who’s also getting provisions for the Fang army with Namaari: well I’ll be damned, is that Raya with a baby?

Namaari, noticing and scowling: and she’s with another woman that cheating little binturi

Atitaya, rubbing her temples: you two were never dating, Namaari!

Namaari, pouting: you don’t know that. Anyways, we’re gonna go spy on them

Atitaya, rolling her eyes: I really don’t get paid enough

Raya, gently rocking Noi as her and Sisu step onto the boat: I really don’t get why she’s so attached to me today, she won’t let go

Noi, snuggling into Raya and mumbling: mama

Raya, tearing up and looking at Sisu: oh spirits did you hear that?

Sisu, grinning: awwww are you crying?

Raya, with obvious tears streaming down her face: n-no. That would be preposterous

Namaari, glaring: why did that kid just call her mama?!

Atitaya, rolling her eyes: oh gee, I don���t know, maybe because Raya is her mom?

Namaari, shaking her head: there’s no way! We’ve been tracking her down for years and she’s never once been pregnant! Besides, that kid looks nothing like her!

Atitaya, shrugging: but she kinda looks like her wife. Besides the hair, obviously

Namaari, scowling: excuse me?! You think the chick with peacock colors for hair is Raya’s wife?!

Atitaya: well if they have a kid together it makes sense that they’re married

Namaari:….but like be honest. Who’s prettier, me or her?

Atitaya, trying not to laugh: you’re such a dork

Sisu, yawns and rests her head on Raya’s shoulder: I’m gonna sleep now. G’night….

Raya, smiling fondly at her: alright, bestie. Good night *kisses the top of her forehead*

Namaari, getting jealous and hopping on the boat. I cant believe you!

Raya, shushing her: quiet down, you’re gonna wake up the baby!

Namaari: oh shit my bad *clears throat and whispers* you never told me you had a baby!

Raya, not knowing Namaari meant a biological baby: so what?!

Namaari, ignoring her: you and the gem pieces are coming with me!

Raya: can we do this later, binturi? Noi just fell asleep

Sisu: *snores and leans closer to Raya*

Raya: *giggles because Sisu’s hair is tickling her*

Namaari, sighing sadly: so. When did you two get together?

Raya, thinking Namaari meant when they met: oh probably a couple weeks ago?

Namaari, gawking at her: what? You can’t have children with someone after only knowing them for a couple weeks! You need to come with me to the palace! You can’t take care of a child I don’t even think you take of yourself! What if you run out of food?!

Raya: *opens her mouth to respond but gasps as Sisu returns to her dragon form in her sleep*

Namaari:…….so I feel like I’ve misinterpreted the situation slightly

Raya, scoffing: yeah no shit. Why were you so upset, anyways? You shouldn’t care who I’m with or what I do

Namaari, sighing: you’re right. I shouldn’t. But I do

Raya, frowning: but why?

Namaari, blushing: I love you, okay? I have for a while. So seeing you with someone else and having a kid with them gutted me-

Raya: *beckons Namaari closer*

Namaari: *confused but leans in*

Raya: *kisses her and leans back with a smile*

Namaari: h-huh?

Raya, blushing furiously: I like you too, binturi. I thought it was obvious. I just assumed you were with Atitaya so I was avoiding you the last few months

Namaari, frantically shaking her head: I’d never like someone that isn’t you, dep la

Raya, smiling: really?

Namaari, nodding: yeah, really. Anyways, I’ve been thinking, now that I know that Sisu is real and can save us, I’d be more than willing to help you get Fang’s gem pieces

Raya, eyes sparkling: that would be amazing! Thank you so much, dep la! I love you

Namaari, grinning and kissing her cheek: I love you too, Raya. *suddenly cringes* I honestly can’t believe you thought I liked Atitaya. That sounds genuinely terrifying

Atitaya, who’s literally right there: well damn-

Taglist: @faithfulwarrior-og @isitbussinjanelle @tigerlillyruiz @ratld-sideblog @anywhere-but-here-plz

[tu-sugar-mami]

Tales of the side of the road: Day #2)

You can read the first part here

"There you go sir, have a nice night!" You say politely to the customer while handing out the paper bag. The humanoid blob gives you a smile displaying innumerable tiny sharp teeth, wobbling as it leaves through the window. You sigh as you approach the glass to close it after the customer has disappeared out of your sight. Outside is freezing, which would be normal in winter but right now is the middle of July. Your eyes snap to look at the water clock and you take a sharp breath as realization hits you. Your stomach ties into a knot knowing that you were right. Each drop is filling the crystal cylinder more and more, way above the red line.

"Oh crap..."

Allow me to explain: Here at Itsy Bitchy Spider we value responsibility and punctuality. There are several rules that have to be strictly followed in order to keep the shop working without any major, ajem... inconveniences. Not following correctly said rules can result in highly catastrophic situations. And just a reminder; we're not responsible for any damage received by your person.

Even though you keep telling yourself that it'll be the last time you always forget something, whether that be not changing the dying glow stick in the back alley or forgetting to feed Chuy. This time, an hour has passed without you noticing and you know you fucked up.

Without missing another second you run as fast as your legs can carry you and hurry to close all entrances to the building. You grab the plastic water gun from below the counter and fill it with boiling water from the coffee machine while beating yourself up internally for being so careless yet again.

What a rocky way to end the day, huh? This time though, you're ready for it.

When the ground starts rumbling and the mist starts forming you know it's your turn to charge...

...

....

After the eternal night finally ends and the sun starts rising, with the first rays of sunshine entering through the windows basking the room in a warm welcoming hue, you let yourself relax. The danger is already gone and you can take a break before starting the activities of the day.

Yawning, you go the break room to get your soaked clothes changed and your wounds bandaged before starting to fill the bucket with boiling water to mop the floors. It seems today is going to be nice, and it might be the hard lack of proper sleep or just the blood loss doing its thing but you feel happy.

Where you work a lot of interesting stuff happens at random times of the day. Sometimes you’re not even sure if what you see is real or not, but anyway, they’re paying you to serve anything that comes through the door —or whatever other entrance—, so you really don’t question the odd customers. You wonder when or if the tall lady from the other week will come by today. As you sink the mop on the bucket and start your chore you also wonder if the three girls liked the drinks you gave them. You can’t help but to smile as you remember how the tall woman carried herself with elegance and grace, and her voice held such authority that— right, you still need to feed the raccoon. Ejem, i mean The Raccoon.

Hurrying up to finish scrubbing the floorboards until they’re spotless you go to the back of the store to retrieve a cookie from a very secured cardboard box and proceed to go out, walking through the parking lot until you reach the road. Inhaling as much air as you can you let out a whistle that sounds thunderous in the solitude of the place and wait. A few seconds pass with nothing happening and you get anxious, wondering if The Raccoon has finally decided he wanted to keep the deal no more, but then you hear it; many low whistles answering in return to your own and you see the familiar swarm of giant rats making their hurried way to you from the other side of the pavement like a small army in search of treasure for their leader. You waste no time in leaving the cookie on the ground, carefully and with respect as to no upset them before returning to the building.

So far so good.

It’s an especially long and rough day, contrary to what you first believed, and thanks to your duties and being called by Mark for a special favor more than three times you're exhausted by the end of it. You take a second to look down to your left wrist to the digital watch that is always glued to it, and you suppress a sigh of disappointment. You don’t know why you even bother anymore, it still marks the same hour just like the many other times you checked. You’re not sure what causes it, but normal clocks just freeze here, same with wristwatches and phones. That time in this area passes differently is a fact, and some days can last more than two laps on the water clock, or they can just last half lap before everything is dark and the moon shines dangerously.

This time daylight lasted only one lap before the moon rose and the howls of the wolves could be heard from deep in the forest.

As usual, you’re ready to take the ‘night shift’ head on with three shots of espresso in your system when you hear the jingle of a little bell announcing that a new customer has arrived. You look up from the counter, where you are wrapping orders for Mark, and there she is: The tall lady from the other day.

A big smile spread in your face and you feel like your hunch from the morning was right. It was a good day after all.

“Hi, I see that you came back. What can I offer you today ma’am?”

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I need sleep too plz

This one is more in-depth about the story that us simping for our beloved Lady but next chap will be all about her

@thejennystuttle

[theincompetentgenius]

Plz make headcanons for Sirius and Edgar with s/o that outsmarts them

“Hello! Can I request headcanons for Ikemen Revolution Sirius Oswald of what would happen if MC was able to outsmart his strategies and made a better strategy by herself???”

Alrighty, after 1000 years I have finally risen from the dead. Now, I decided to combine these 2 requests because they’re pretty similar and ask for the same suitor. Hope that’s ok with you!

Sirius Oswald

Outsmarting Sirius is hard. This man is the closest mankind will ever get to perfect, so you’re going to have to be the next Albert Einstein to pull one over him. The only times you’d really need to outsmart him is when you really want to help him, but he’s being stubborn again (and giving you baby tasks).

If you’re clever with a conscience, then you’d probably think of a bunch of fickle excuses to avoid Sirius’s enjoyable busywork. Maybe you’d even be able to outwit him into bringing you along onto one of his missions (this is highly unlikely, but not impossible).

If you’re more mischievous, you’d probably trick some of the other Black Army officers to do all the busy work for you. It’s as simple as saying, “The Queen of Hearts has requested for you all to do such-and-such.” They wouldn’t doubt you because you’re Alice-- one of the Black Army’s closest allies. That leaves you with all the time in the world to get into the real action.

For a more dangerous task (like fighting on the front-lines or doing espionage), you’ll have to sneak out and follow Sirius. Try gathering intel from before, so you have a general idea of where you need to go (reach certain stops before he does and wait for his arrival). Don’t tail him for the entire trip because he will find out within an instant. Also, don’t leave any footprints, wear perfume, or do anything that could give you away. Sirius already has heightened senses, so you want to minimize your presence as much as possible. 

When he inevitably finds out that you tailed him into the middle of a war-zone, he’s going to be upset. Not only are you going to get hurt, but you also don’t understand the consequences of your actions. If you kill someone (or let someone go), you could significantly change the outcome of the battle. Every life matters here.

However, he’s also slightly impressed that you followed him without him knowing. When talking about this in the far future, Sirius might chuckle and note that he was too tensed to notice (but all the other officers will attribute it to his old age). It gives him a little more hope that you won’t get hurt. After all, if you were able to evade his sharp senses, then perhaps you can handle a little bit on your own.

His surprise increases by 500% when he sees you plotting with the other soldiers on how to maneuver around the opposition, surrounding them to give the illusion that there are more Black Army soldiers than there truly are. He had a different plan, but your’s seemed pretty solid too. 

In fact, it was good enough for him to put to the test. As the opposing army prepared for battle, Sirius’s men crept up on them slowly from each corner. What was merely 500 soldiers, seemed more like 1000. The opposition ended up retreating, earning a solid victory for the night.

From then on, Sirius never underestimates you. Whenever he’s planning a new tactic, he’ll come to you for your advice. If the two of you ever engage in combat, he’ll be paying extra close attention to your movements. And when it comes to a little romance, he never teases you without preparing for another type of war in return.

Flirting becomes much more fun in that way. Just when Sirus thinks he has you wrapped around his finger, you manage to flip it back on him. He’s absolutely tongue-tied and stunned, with heat rushing to his cheeks. If you play your cards right, you just might trick him into confessing first. But be warned: you’re going to pay for that.

Edgar Bright

............

You’re kidding me, right? Outsmart the biggest snake in the entire history of the Cradle? Good luck with that. He probably knows your parent’s name, your favorite book, and your credit card number just by looking at you. You breathe and suddenly he can write a whole analysis about you and probably get 95% of it correct.

Ok, I might be exaggerating a little, but Edgar is probably the only person that is even harder to outsmart than Sirius. You’re going to have to play your cards correctly 100% or else you’ll be caught in something much bigger. If he finds out you’re scheming something, there’s no guarantee that you’ll come out of this with your dignity intact.

However, it’s not entirely possible. The best way to go about this is to get off his radar: make yourself as uninteresting and boring as possible. You could play dumb, pretend to be emotionless, or just keep yourself out of his distance. When you do interact with him, try not to act too suspicious (or stupid) because that will send off the red sirens in his head. Instead, just be a meek (or loud) ditz who seems to get flustered easily. There’s gonna be a lot of acting, so make sure you do it right.

Now you can’t stay invisible forever: he’ll find you scheming at one point. While he might not have every detail planned out, Edgar knows that something’s a little off about you. He’ll turn the tables and begin pursuing you. Whether it’s spending more time around you, asking about you to his friends, and even spying on you, Edgar is willing to go all-out to figure out what’s going on.

This gives you the perfect opportunity to create a diversion. Whether it’s flirting or being a chaotic dumbass, you should try to take advantage of the situation. See how much you can get out of him. With more time, he might spill something that gives you your missing piece (while he’s out here thinking that he big-brained you).

But make sure your guard is up in the process. The Jack of Hearts has an incredibly slippery tongue. All he needs is a small reaction out of you, and he suddenly has all the information that he needs. Your brain and nerves need to be made out of steel-- or else your entire plan is going to collapse on you.

After all this toiling, you finally manage to get to your goal (before he does). You can’t wait to rub it in his face and go around screaming about your 12000000 IQ play. But when you do, he just gives his usual sly smile. It’s just a punchable face, but you’re not going to let his headass ruin it for you. You’ve finally outsmarted the world’s biggest rat and there’s nothing in the world that can change it.

As you rejoice with the rest of the Red Army for your accomplishment, Edgar watches you with an amused smile. But on the inside, his ego is hurt. He’s surprised that you managed to outwit him, even though he knew there was something strange going on. After sipping on his drink, he’ll get up and congratulate you on your win. He’s proud that his little Alice has gone from a sweet ditz to a conniving fox. Perhaps you two are more alike than he thought.

Then, he grabs your arm and pulls you towards his chest. Edgar places his lips against your ears, whispering so low that you can barely make out the words he’s saying.

“This is only the beginning. I promise you that you will never win again.” 

He lets you go, giving the sweetest smile. No one would have any idea that he just whispered the world’s biggest threat in such a sweet voice.

[aperrywilliams]

Maxcer HC/Blurbs: The Love of My Life

Good night everyone! Here another Maxcer HC/Blurb/Mini-fic! Hope you like it. Any like, reblog or comment is appreciated.

Request: “Request Blurb for Maxcer. Reid tells Max she's the love of his life for the first time. 😊Plz.”

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: A little angst before the fluff. Mention to injuries and a case with a hostage situation. Some curses.

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Max couldn’t stop pacing in the apartment. It was 10 pm, and her cellphone didn’t ring yet. According to Penelope, the team would land at 8 pm. Max called Garcia hours prior when two days passed, and Spencer didn’t reply to her texts or calls. Max knew that Spencer could be unreachable when he was on a case, and she never would push him to call her, but if Spencer couldn’t do it, he manages to text her to let her know he was okay.

Why was it different now? Garcia told Max that in the raid to capture the unsub the day before, Spencer was taken hostage and beaten by the same unsub. While Garcia tried to soften the facts, Max knew that Penelope kept the details to herself to not bother her.

“He couldn’t call you because his cell phone was wrecked by the unsub and he knew that if I called you, probably you were going to worry,” Garcia tried to excuse Reid. But Max couldn’t stop worrying. She asked Penelope to call her when the team arrived in Quantico.

By now, Max and Spencer had been in their relationship for almost eight months. And while Max fully conceded that Spencer’s job was dangerous, what she couldn’t understand was Spencer’s eagerness to put himself in danger so easily. Max knew that Spencer loved his job, and she would never get in the way, but she would like him to be a little more careful with his own life.

The keys’ jingle in the door lock brought Max out of her thoughts. Although they didn’t live together, Spencer spent many nights in Max’s apartment, so he already had his own key.

When Spencer crossed the threshold, Max could immediately see the consequences of what Penelope described. He had several bruises on his face, a cut on his lip, and another cut on his forehead.

Spencer saw Max, and his face immediately filled with guilt as she seemed on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Spencer dropped his go-bag and closed the door as Max ran to hug him.

“Oh my God. What happened to you?” Max asked - almost rhetorically, muffling her words in the crock of his neck.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” Spencer mumbled in Max’s hair. After breaking their embrace, they moved to the living room.

Spencer told Max everything that happened. He said to her that he volunteered to be taken captive and release the other hostages, and how the team managed to catch the unsub.

Max bit her tongue. She didn’t believe that Spencer put himself in danger like that. She didn’t tell Spencer anything, but she couldn’t hide her discomfort.

“What’s wrong,” Spencer asked. Max shook her head and stood from the couch.

“I’m going to make something to eat. Do you want anything?” Max asked to her boyfriend. Spencer frowned.

“Max. I asked you a question,” Spencer insisted, standing from the couch too. Max turned to see him.

“Don’t you have any clue about it? Really?” Max replied. Spencer narrowed his eyes. “I’m clearly upset, Spencer. What happened to you upsets me,” she admitted.

“Why are you so upset about that? I don’t get it. I’m okay! Nothing bad happened. You should be happy,” Spencer told her. Max huffed in disbelief.

“‘Why?’ God, are you really asking me why? Fuck Spencer! Yeah, you’re okay right now, but you could have died! Do you realize that? And are you asking me why am I upset? Well, maybe because I care about you! Maybe because I - I love...” Max suddenly stopped talking. Spencer frowned, waiting for her to end the sentence, his heartbeat racing. Max sighed heavily. “Jeez. Fuck it!,” she cursed under her breath. “Because... because I love you. Yeah. I love you, Spencer. I’m crazy in love with you. And I can’t stand the thought of losing you, okay?” she said, shoulders slumping.

Reid froze in the spot. A lot of thoughts racing in his mind, but none of them came up in words. Max winced, seeing Spencer didn’t say anything after her confession. She knew this could happen. She knew that Spencer didn’t feel the same; that’s why she never said it before. Yeah, they had a great relationship, but “love” was a strong word for both of them, mainly for Spencer, who has enough trauma on him. At the beginning of their relationship, Spencer told Max that he didn’t know if he could love again. And Max stuck to that. But she couldn’t avoid saying it anymore. Max was in love with Spencer, and if he doesn’t love her back, it was okay. She would never push him to say or do something he didn’t want or feel.

Spencer’s silence deflated Max. So she didn’t say another word and left the living room, heading to her bedroom.

She loves me. Max loves me.

That was the thought that filled Spencer’s mind. And he didn’t say it back. Why? He was scared. He loves Max. Spencer realized about that a time ago, but he was scared of saying it. Afraid because all the people who Spencer loves are destined to suffer. And he didn’t want that for Max. But Spencer was hurting her in one way or another. God, he felt so stupid! She is the love of his life, and she didn’t know that because he was scared to say it. And he worried her as hell being reckless in his job. What kind of man does that to the love of his life?

Spencer knocked on her bedroom door. No reply.

“Max, can I come in? Please, I need to talk to you.” No reply again. “Max, please. I know I acted like a jerk. Please, let me explain...” he trailed off. A soft “okay” was heard, and it was Spencer’s cue to get in.

Max was curled in her bed, facing the wall. Spencer crouched beside the bed and started to stroke her arm.

“Would you please look at me?” he asked softly. Max turned in bed, now facing Spencer. He took her hand and kissed it. Max's eyes were puffy, but she wasn't crying anymore.

“I shouldn’t have told you that,” she mumbled. Spencer shook his head.

“Is that the way you feel? If the answer is ‘yes,’ of course, you should have told me,” Spencer replied, moving a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you mean it?” he asked. Max nodded.

“Every word. And I know. I know you don't feel the same. And it's okay. I’m not asking anything from you, Spencer. It's just that I needed to explain why this kind of thing hit me harder than you could understand,” Max sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes on her feet. Spencer tilted her chin so she could look at him.

“Max Brenner. You’re the most beautiful human being I had the chance to know. And if it is too late to say this, I ask you to forgive me. I know I told you when we started dating that I didn't know if I could love again. But I do know now. I've known it for a while: I love you. I - love - you. You showed me in these eight months that life could be better than I have expected in my wildest dreams. You showed me compassion, understanding, love without reservation. You taught me to enjoy the simplest things of life. And if I didn't say anything before, it was because I was afraid. Afraid of making this real and hurt your feelings, because I’m a mess. I’m a guy obsessed with his job at the point of being reckless. I’m not used to being loved. I’m not used to walking with someone by my side. But I can assure you, it’s you who I want to do it with,” Spencer stood up, offering his hand to Max to get her out of bed. She did so.

“Spencer...” Max started, but Spencer stopped her.

“You’re the love of my life. I want everything with you. If you let me, I promise to show you every day that I mean it. I promise to be more careful too. I don’t want to worry you like this never again. Please, would you forgive this asshole and giving him a chance?” Max didn't say anything, just wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck, looking at him in the eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” Spencer replied, beaming.

“God! It's so good to be able to say it,” Max giggled.

“I know. My love.” He leaned and captured her lips in his own. A sweet and deep kiss that sealed both confessions.

Needless to say, from now on, neither Max nor Spencer spared any effort in verbalizing their love on every occasion they could.

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[lassieposting]

otp questions for skugwife plz 🥺

1. Who said I love you first?

He did, about three seconds after laying eyes on her for the first time. He was Not Subtle. In his defence, he was in a field hospital at the time, covered in his own blood, and was high off his ass on pain relief, so.

2. Who laughs and kisses their partner on the cheek while their partner isn’t happy about something trivial to try and make them feel better?

Wifey. She's kind of handicapped here because Skug does his best to shield her from the worst parts of himself and the grim truth about war. He doesn't outright lie to her, but he'll censor what he tells her, leaving out the death and the blood and the gore, because he's grown up terrified of becoming his father and he's desperate to be the man she thinks he is, to be someone who's worthy of her love. He doesn't want her to ever look at him and see a killer. If she has to think of him at war, he wants her to think of her gallant hero who always saves the day. So a lot of the time, when he gets into a black mood, she doesn't actually know what's really distressing him. She knows he has nightmares, but he always claims he doesn't remember what they're about. She knows that sometimes he'll nick himself with a knife while he's helping her with dinner, and when she turns around he's just standing there watching his hand bleed like he's suddenly somewhere very far away, but she doesn't know why he gets like that. She knows he has days where she'll say his name four or five times before he even seems to hear her, and an unexpected gunshot from one of the neighbouring smallholdings will have him trembling and running to check on her. But she tries, when he's quiet and distant and sad. She'll hold him and stroke his hair or sing to him or take him out walking in the sunshine, and eventually he'll take her hand and kiss her knuckles and apologise for being an arse, and she never really knows how to tell him that she doesn't mind him having those days at all, she just wishes she knew how to make him stop hurting.

3. Who cuddles up to the other after a long day at work, and this soon escalates to a playful pillow fight?

Skug. They're a cuddly, affectionate couple anyway, but his favourite thing in the world is laying his head in her lap and having his hair stroked. The man melts. They'll cuddle up in the evenings and he'll keel over for her as soon as she pats her leg like come on then and they'll just. Catch each other up on what they've missed since the last time he was home, while she pets him. She'll tell him the latest drama in her friend circle and how her father's been dodging the advances of an elderly patient, and he'll give her a censored, family-friendly version of what he got up to at the front - so, all the funny stories, but with all the gore and death and hard choices edited out. If he says something sufficiently ridiculous, she'll swat him in the face with a cushion. Sometimes he'll fall asleep there and she'll keep playing with his curls until she thinks he's well and truly out of it, and then pick up her needlework to do over his head while he sleeps.

4. What is something that they gave one another that has a lot of meaning?

When they're courting, she makes him a scarf and sends it with the courier with one of her letters, because she didn't like to think of him being cold on night watches. It's red and has zero magical properties whatsoever, it's no Bespoke creation, but he wears it on every mission.

She has a locket with his portrait in it. He's ADHD as fuck and hates sitting still for hours, but she playfully tells him one time that he's "been away so long I almost forgot what you looked like," and he takes it seriously and makes sure that never happens again.

5. How would one another describe their partner?

Very similarly. They both think the other one is their better half and that they don't deserve them. She loves him because he's brave and clever and funny and not afraid to stand up for what he believes in. He loves her because she's good and kind and loving and makes him want to be a better man. They're that couple that are so caught up in each other's virtues that they completely miss each other's flaws.

6. Who wraps their arms around their partner as they look them in the eyes and compliments them with a goofy smile?

Skug, every time they go somewhere they'll be surrounded by His Kind Of People.

Wifey is a salt of the earth working/lower-middle-class sort of girl. She has a job. She's grown up doing all the cooking and cleaning for her father, and she continues to do a lot of it even after she gets married and Skug hires servants because she can't stand to be idle. She has a very limited education; she didn't spend her childhood being fussed over by governesses or taught to simper and dance and paint. So she feels very out of place at fancy Sanctuary parties, surrounded by Skug's superior officers and their sophisticated upper-class wives. She's worried about embarrassing him, she's worried about making him look bad, she's worried about being laughed at or insulted behind her back for being too common or too forthright or too lacking in pretty manners.

He'll pull her to one side before they're announced and remind her that she outshines every other woman in the room, that most of these people are boorish and ignorant anyway so who cares what they think, and that she's got nothing to worry about: she's far more charming than he is and the laws of probability suggest that if anyone is gonna put their foot in it and embarrass the other one, it'll be him.

7. Who loves saying ‘my wife’ or ‘my husband’ or ‘my spouse’?

Wifey, especially when they're newlyweds. She has absolutely no idea how she managed to land him. He's hers now, forever. She has to keep saying it to convince herself it's true. Skug is a bit baffled, but having someone so happy to lay claim to him gives him major heart eyes. He's not used to having someone be proud of him and want to show him off like he's something worth bragging about.

8. Who always talks about how amazing their partner is when their partner isn’t there and they just light up with genuine love and happiness?

God, both of them.

In Prussia, a few months after they get married, Morwenna Crow takes one for the team and spends three solid weeks indulging Skug while he talks about his wife just, constantly.

On Wifey's side, she has a gaggle of girlfriends who appear at the door of her lovely new home to take tea at the first opportunity after her honeymoon wanting all the salacious details. And? She has so much to tell them. Like a lot of young women at the time, the most she was given in the way of sex education was a vague lecture from an older married friend about Marital Duties that didn't really serve a purpose beyond making her really, really nervous about her wedding night.

(She tells Skug about this lecture while she's sprawled all over him somewhere between round two and round three on said wedding night. She's confused. She was told it would be distasteful and unpleasant and painful. Why would her friends lie to her? He laughs, and strokes her hair, and tells her her friends' husbands are clearly doing something wrong.)

So. She returns from her honeymoon with a lot of new information to share with her poor, deprived friends. She's not the only married woman in the group, but she's the only one who married for love, so the unmarried girls are looking at what they want for themselves, and the ones who married for wealth or status are lowkey living vicariously through her.

These gatherings are deeply unnerving for poor Skug. He'll pop into the parlour to kiss Wifey goodbye before he goes out riding with Ghastly, and like eight smirking women politely sipping tea will chorus good morning, Skulduggery like they know something he doesn't know, and something about the way they look at him makes him feel like they're starving and he's a juicy steak. And then he'll close the door behind him when he leaves the room and hear them all immediately explode into giggles. What the fuck do they talk about in there??? At least once he's asked Wifey if she's plotting to sacrifice him, or something.

9. Who loves it when their partner kisses them good morning?

Skug. When you've spent the last 6+ months snatching at sleep on a hard bed with itchy blankets in between night watches and enemy attacks and commando raids of your own, it becomes a real treat to get a full nights sleep and wake up in fresh sheets in your own bed with your wife pressed up against your back, kissing your neck and touching you under the blanket. He knows he's safe when he wakes up with her, and he misses feeling her burrow into his arms when they're apart.

10. Who shows the other how to balance a spoon on their nose?

Skug.

11. Who loves to pull pranks on the other? What type of pranks do they pull and do they pull their pranks off?

Wifey's favourite is to tell Skug she invited her father to stay for a week and watch him frantically try to arrange his face into any other expression than "horrified". This is doubly funny if he just came home and he's raring to get her into bed - "Oh, darling, we can't, Papa will be here shortly, and he's due to stay until Thursday next, you'll simply have to wait," - but she never lets him believe it for long. She's not, like, cruel.

12. What is something small that they would randomly pick up for one another?

Spending money is Skug's love language. He's always buying her "just a little something"s. Hair ribbons, jewellery, new dresses, books, paints...anything he sees and thinks she'd enjoy.

She bakes for him, when he's home. She doesn't think the army feeds him properly, and she knows he eats like a horse. Coming back from Ghastly's to the smell of homemade bread is one of his favourite things about being married.

13. Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when trying to tell a joke?

Wifey. She'll be doubled over wheezing, red in the face, and Skug will still have no idea what the joke is. She didn't get that far. She's the kind of person where, many hours later, he'll ask, "So what was that joke you wanted to tell me?" and it'll just. Set her off again.

14. Who would plan the other a surprise birthday party?

Skug. He's often away for Wifey's birthday, but he'll always try to wheedle some leave out of Corrival so he can come home and spend it with her. It doesn't always work - a lot of the time they simply can't spare him - but he does his best.

15. Who picks the other person up when hugging their partner?

Skug is a 6'4 beanpole of a man who likes small, petite women. Wifey is like 5'3 tops and he picks her up all the time. She weighs, like, nothing to him and she's really into how strong he is, so getting swept off her feet all the time doesn't bother her.

What does bother her is when his lanky ass forgets to bring things down from the top shelf before going away for a few months. She can't reach up there.

[howdoyousleep3]

baby fever! plz and ty ily ur the best

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Okay...

You mentioned family gathering when we chatted so I’m running with that.

Steve and Bucky live a life where they don’t have much interaction with children of any age so if one caught baby fever the other would catch it at the same time. If they’re at a family celebration of sorts, back to visit Bucky’s family for the annual week at the lake during the summer, there would be an endless amount of children of all ages around.

That first day together where every piece of the family shows up at different times throughout the day, all coming from different parts of the country, and there are a plethora of greetings and, “Yes, this is my boyfriend Steve,” and cheek kisses and handshakes and hugs. Bucky hasn’t seen his sisters in so long and is so excited for them to meet Steve (the only ones he’s excited for and open with) and he almost cries when he sees his nieces and nephews.

And Steve is chatting with Becca, struck by the resemblance between Bucky and his sisters, when he sees Bucky lift a chunky toddler into the air and into his arms, another one scrambling at his waist. And Bucky looks so happy, a smile like Steve is quite sure he’s never seen, and he’s laughing and his face is so bright and he’s talking animatedly to the one in his arm, squeezin’ tight and Steve almost forgets to breathe. 

It makes something tug hard at Steve’s chest, at his heart, makes him want to squeeze in real close to Bucky and hold him until the sun goes down. Some people are natural with kids and Bucky is most definitely one of them. The way he talks to them and the way he treats them and the way they love him--Bucky is a natural. 

And later that night there is a group of them in the kitchen helping Winnie in the kitchen (she outright refuses to be called Mrs. Barnes, “Steven, please it’s Winnie. I want to keel over thinking about being a ‘Mrs. Barnes’...”) and things aren’t going terribly for Steve’s first time being thrown into Bucky’s family. Bucky is certain Becca will interrogate Steve later and that his Dad will want to talk to him to make sure he’s okay but it’s going swimmingly. 

Bucky is helping his mom, fingers messy, when someone (his aunt?) comes over and just...hands Steve a baby. It’s a new cousin, one of a thousand it feels, but Steve doesn’t even bat an eye or make a surprised noise. That baby can’t even be six months, maybe close, but Steve’s holding her to his chest like and letting her grab at his finger like she’s his own. 

And Bucky can’t breathe, stands there like a goon and watches Steve hold this baby and talk to her, multi-tasking and holding her in one large hand against one large shoulder, taking a drink from his cup with the other hand. Bucky’s mom actually has to nudge him, hip to hip, to bring him back to reality but Bucky wants to cry, wants to tug Steve close and squeeze him until the sun comes up. 

The week is full of these moments for the both of them. Steve holding a toddler on his knees as he helps him roast a marshmallow. Bucky participating, squealing and hiding behind trees, in a water balloon fight, seemingly an army of one against every other child. Bucky kissing a boo-boo on a little one’s knee after a tumble. Steve waking up early, always early, offers to take Bucky’s niece who won’t stop crying from Becca so she can sleep, and Bucky finding Steve on the front porch with the little babe curled up in his arm, tucked against his chest.

Steve smiles when he sees Bucky, a hushed, “Hey, sugar,”, and then Bucky is curling up next to Steve, puts his head on Steve’s shoulder. 

“Do you want kids?” Bucky ends up asking, curling in on himself some more at the vulnerability of the question. Steve waits before answering, explains that he is an only-child and how his mom always wanted him to have a large family, how he’s always wanted a couple of kids. He likes the idea of having little ones, but the timing and person was never right. He asks Bucky the same question. 

“It’s hard to not want a big family when I have one. I am nowhere near ready to even think about having children but I think...I think I might.” 

It’s out there and it’s the most serious thing they’ve discussed but Steve hums, kisses Bucky’s forehead, whispers, “We got time, Buck,” and they didn’t even talk about them but there Steve is automatically assuming this is about them and Bucky might cry.  

I bet it would take a long time for them to have kids, for them to reach that point. It’s weird in my brain because Bucky is the baby and, just like marriage, I don’t intend to write out this part of their life too. If they don’t have kids they’d be the most kick-ass Uncles that anyone would ever have. Museums and zoos and blanket forts and Broadway shows and amusement parks and so much spoilage. 

I love this thought. I’m soft af again. 

[fckfinnick]

about – finnick gustafson

(SAM CLAFLIN; CISMALE; BISEXUAL} Look who it is, FINNICK GUSTAFSON! The ONLY CHILD of LORRE GUSTAFSON and UNKNOWN. He is a GRYFFINDOR, who teaches FLYING, and aligns with NEUTRAL. Some describe him as DEVOTED, but he has also been called SELFISH. 

THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY

yeah, he’s sorry he was born too ~

basic information.

FULL NAME: finnick gustafson NICKNAME(S) OR ALIAS: finnick, finn GENDER: male SPECIES: pureblood wizard AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: october 23rd ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio HOUSE: gryffindor PATRONUS: non corporeal ARMY AFFILIATION: neutral SEXUALITY: bisexual NATIONALITY: swedish CITY OR TOWN OF BIRTH: lund, sweden CURRENTLY LIVES:  lund, sweden (when not at hogwarts) LANGUAGES SPOKEN: swedish & english NATIVE LANGUAGE: swedish RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single and complicated

physical appearance.

HEIGHT: 6′1 HAIR COLOUR: dark blonde? kinda brown?  HAIRSTYLE: wavy, just past his ears EYE COLOUR: green TATTOOS: the number 23 (his quidditch number) on his left bicep PIERCINGS: had a nose ring when he was 14 but it got infected and he no longer has one PREFERRED STYLE OF CLOTHING: sporty casual, bit eccentric FREQUENTLY WORN JEWELRY/ACCESSORIES: long necklaces, funny socks, converse

health.

SMOKER?: sometimes DRINKER?: yes RECREATIONAL DRUG USER? WHICH?: no SOCIABILITY: introvert

house & home.

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER’S HOUSE/HOME

after hogwarts he never bought a place as he started with the nordic national quidditch team and just lived here and there. at age 23 he moved to london temporarily and started dating olga weasley, couple months later they continued to date and moved in together. at age 27, they broke and london no longer felt like home. his mother had since passed, but he moved back to lund and only stayed a few months before selling it and coming to work at hogwarts. so currently he’s homeless again. 

family, friends, & foes.

PARENTS NAMES: lorre gustafson got pregnant at an untimely time, which shortened her quidditch career. her baby daddy also left because he was a horrid person, so she raised finnick on her own. once finnick was born, he became her love and quidditch didn’t hold a flame. they were really close, finnick never once sought to look for his dad. SIBLINGS? RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS?: n/a OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: lorre (mother) was a quidditch champion, idk where else to put it deal with it PARTNER/SPOUSE: n/a EXES: olga weasley -- partner of 5 years, dated for 3 years and engaged for 2. more on this later. CHILDREN: no :/ BEST FRIEND: it was olga tbh now it’s no one  OTHER IMPORTANT FRIENDS: tba. open connection PETS: shared custody of max the ax thrower, but like he’s mostly olga’s.

ABOUT FINNICK

finnick gustafson was born to a single mother and ex quidditch player. lorre was kind and loving towards finnick, never leaving him wanting for anything. it wasn’t until finn was older than he realised just how much his mother had sacrificed for him. she was only 26, had a wonderful career and could’ve been the best player in the country. she could’ve given him away for adoption or sent him in a day care, but she gave everything up to give finnick a better life. he cried the day he left for hogwarts, but she was so immensely proud of him. unfortunately for finnick, lorre had been hiding her disease from him for a very long time. by the time he reached his fifth year, the effects had taken their toll and he was taking care of her more than she was of him. he was glad to take care of her. she passed away half way through his seventh year and he got through the rest of year with the support of good friends and supportive teachers. 

after hogwarts finnick had to become his own person and for the first time in his life, he had nowhere to turn to. he was good at quidditch at hogwarts so he tried out for his mother’s old team. the first year he was on the reserve team and slowly he made his way to the top, becoming a chaser like his mother and team captain eventually. being on the team meant his crazy routines kept him busy and didn’t give him enough time to properly mourn being alone. he didn’t have a real place to call home and that was just time. 

then at 22, he met the love of his life and he didn’t even realise for a very long time. finnick and olga met at a quidditch after party where they hit it off and decided to stay in contact. their first date didn’t happen for another year by which point they were both staying in london. with olga finnick had finally found love again. he had someone to look after and someone to come home to, for the first time since the passing of his mother. they were happy, they were so unbelievably happy and nothing could get in their way. his career was thriving, he’d proposed to olga and her little family was his own too. 

then the unthinkable happened, once while performing the bjorn blizzard, their team’s special move which was perfected by his mother, he slid off his broom and tumbled down. the healers said his right leg would never be the same again. they weren’t able to find out what caused the fall, whether it was simply finnick accidentally letting go or a deeper cause. the diagnosis didn’t matter to finnick, what mattered were the painstaking four months spent in therapy afterwards only to find out he’d never walk straight. his pain was chronic and without a cure, he needed the aid of a cane and... he wasn’t able to fly like he once was. flying was still easier than walking but he would never fly quite as swift, definitely not enough to make the team again. his career was over, and next was his perfectly happy life. 

the change was incredibly tough on him. he hated not being able to give olga the life he wanted for them, in these dire times, he couldn’t even find happiness in her. depression crept in and it lingered. it destroyed their perfect lives, finnick had begun to hate himself. in their last few months together, they fought a lot.. things became brutal and finnick couldn’t hang on any longer. he wouldn’t stay with her because he needed help. he loved her dearly, but she deserved a better life... so he left. 

he moved back to lund and he tried to live a new life. he needed to find a job where he could share his quidditch and flying knowledge, where he wouldn’t have to stand or sit too long... thankfully there was an opening to teach at hogwarts, and though he knew olga had been working there for a year prior, he took it. it was his home once, and he needed it right now. even if it would hurt olga, he just needed to be near her, and hogwarts.

BLURBS

haha oh boy i wrote a lot so sorry but finnick hit me like a train and i just had to get my thoughts out 

tldr; disabled boy who destroyed everything is now ur angsty flying teacher 

he is neutral to the cause but honestly,,,,, he could be swayed either way. hmu esp salazar’s army, the boy is pureblood and he’s in the dumps, he could absolutely be useful 

my favourite HC is he hates having a cane,,, so he made it into a fucking staff. LIKE a gandalf style staff that is big and thick and yeah he walks with that and wears big robes, what a gandalf wannabe 

literally such a fast flier just not good enough to be pro y’know

is sooosoosososos helpful :( will always lend his ear to talk and will help out outside of class hours, literally whatever u need . also hmu this is a fun plot 

i mean ideally i’d like him to be a lil slutty but like we’ll see idk HMU IF U WANT THIS PLOT 

literally fam whatever u want plz just love me love him 

weasleys  ALSO hmu bc he hurt a fellow weasley y’know 

anyone but L is welcome in my DM’s !! 

my discord is mar#5399 

[shredmytapestry]

about – finnick gustafson

[ FINNICK LUND ] has arrived in Ardere! Under the bonfire light, this [ TWENTY-EIGHT ] year old [ CISMALE ] is sometimes mistaken for [ RICHARD MADDEN ]. Since graduating from [ HOGWARTS ], they have been working as a [ FLYING PROFESSOR ]. The battle is brewing and they must pick sides but who will they choose? In the upcoming election, they will be voting for [ NEUTRAL ]. 

THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY

basic information.

FULL NAME: finnick gustafson NICKNAME(S) OR ALIAS: finnick, finn GENDER: male SPECIES: pureblood wizard AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: october 23rd ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio HOUSE: gryffindor PATRONUS: non corporeal ARMY AFFILIATION: neutral SEXUALITY: bisexual NATIONALITY: swedish CITY OR TOWN OF BIRTH: lund, sweden CURRENTLY LIVES: lund, sweden (when not at hogwarts) LANGUAGES SPOKEN: swedish & english NATIVE LANGUAGE: swedish RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single and complicated

health.

SMOKER?: sometimes DRINKER?: yes RECREATIONAL DRUG USER? WHICH?: no SOCIABILITY: introvert

house & home.

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER’S HOUSE/HOME

after hogwarts he never bought a place as he started with the nordic national quidditch team and just lived here and there. at age 23 he moved to london temporarily and started dating maggie weasley, couple months later they continued to date and moved in together. at age 27, they broke and london no longer felt like home. his mother had since passed, but he moved back to lund and only stayed a few months before selling it and coming to work at hogwarts. so currently he’s homeless again.

family, friends, & foes.

PARENTS NAMES: lorre gustafson got pregnant at an untimely time, which shortened her quidditch career. her baby daddy also left because he was a horrid person, so she raised finnick on her own. once finnick was born, he became her love and quidditch didn’t hold a flame. they were really close, finnick never once sought to look for his dad. SIBLINGS? RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS?: n/a OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: lorre (mother) was a quidditch champion, idk where else to put it deal with it PARTNER/SPOUSE: n/a EXES: magdalena weasley – partner of 5 years, dated for 3 years and engaged for 2. more on this later. CHILDREN: no :/ BEST FRIEND: it was maggie tbh now it’s no one OTHER IMPORTANT FRIENDS: tba. open connection PETS: shared custody of max the ax thrower, but like he’s mostly maggie’s.

ABOUT FINNICK

finnick gustafson was born to a single mother and ex quidditch player. lorre was kind and loving towards finnick, never leaving him wanting for anything. it wasn’t until finn was older than he realised just how much his mother had sacrificed for him. she was only 26, had a wonderful career and could’ve been the best player in the country. she could’ve given him away for adoption or sent him in a day care, but she gave everything up to give finnick a better life. he cried the day he left for hogwarts, but she was so immensely proud of him. unfortunately for finnick, lorre had been hiding her disease from him for a very long time. by the time he reached his fifth year, the effects had taken their toll and he was taking care of her more than she was of him. he was glad to take care of her. she passed away half way through his seventh year and he got through the rest of year with the support of good friends and supportive teachers.

after hogwarts finnick had to become his own person and for the first time in his life, he had nowhere to turn to. he was good at quidditch at hogwarts so he tried out for his mother’s old team. the first year he was on the reserve team and slowly he made his way to the top, becoming a chaser like his mother and team captain eventually. being on the team meant his crazy routines kept him busy and didn’t give him enough time to properly mourn being alone. he didn’t have a real place to call home and that was just time.

then at 22, he met the love of his life and he didn’t even realise for a very long time. finnick and maggie met at a quidditch after party where they hit it off and decided to stay in contact. their first date didn’t happen for another year by which point they were both staying in london. with maggie finnick had finally found love again. he had someone to look after and someone to come home to, for the first time since the passing of his mother. they were happy, they were so unbelievably happy and nothing could get in their way. his career was thriving, he’d proposed to maggie and her little family was his own too.

then the unthinkable happened, once while performing the bjorn blizzard, their team’s special move which was perfected by his mother, he slid off his broom and tumbled down. the healers said his right leg would never be the same again. they weren’t able to find out what caused the fall, whether it was simply finnick accidentally letting go or a deeper cause. the diagnosis didn’t matter to finnick, what mattered were the painstaking four months spent in therapy afterwards only to find out he’d never walk straight. his pain was chronic and without a cure, he needed the aid of a cane and… he wasn’t able to fly like he once was. flying was still easier than walking but he would never fly quite as swift, definitely not enough to make the team again. his career was over, and next was his perfectly happy life.

the change was incredibly tough on him. he hated not being able to give maggie the life he wanted for them, in these dire times, he couldn’t even find happiness in her. depression crept in and it lingered. it destroyed their perfect lives, finnick had begun to hate himself. in their last few months together, they fought a lot.. things became brutal and finnick couldn’t hang on any longer. he wouldn’t stay with her because he needed help. he loved her dearly, but she deserved a better life… so he left.

he moved back to lund and he tried to live a new life. he needed to find a job where he could share his quidditch and flying knowledge, where he wouldn’t have to stand or sit too long… thankfully there was an opening to teach at hogwarts, and though he knew maggie had been working there for a year prior, he took it. it was his home once, and he needed it right now. even if it would hurt maggie, he just needed to be near her, and hogwarts. little does he know, she doesn’t even work at hogwarts anymore. 

so this point in the roleplay, he hasn’t started working at hogwarts and should be widely known as he was a damn good player who suffered a severe accident. honestly he’s just chilling before the festival begins. 

BLURBS

haha oh boy i wrote a lot so sorry but finnick hit me like a train and i just had to get my thoughts out

tldr; disabled boy who destroyed everything is now is an angsty flying teacher

he is neutral to the cause but honestly,,,,, he could be swayed either way. hmu idk

my favourite hc is he hates having a cane,,, so he made it into a fucking staff. LIKE a gandalf style staff that is big and thick and yeah he walks with that and wears big robes, what a gandalf wannabe

literally such a fast flier just not good enough to be pro y’know

is sooosoosososos helpful :( will always lend his ear to talk and will help any one. also hmu this is a fun plot

i mean ideally i’d like him to be a lil slutty but like we’ll see idk HMU IF U WANT THIS PLOT

literally fam whatever u want plz just love me love him

weasleys  ALSO hmu bc he hurt a fellow weasley y’know

[anoptimisticsnarker]

You know, when I ended the last liveblog the way I did, I didn’t think the episode would be called “The Final Battle”. That… well, I called it?

Looks like Callum is trying to learn the spell Ibis pulled off that lets him fly. It’s not working. At all. Rayla seems amused by all of this. And the two have a talk about how this could be their last day. Even though this series so far has been a bunch of close calls one after another. Callum I think was about to confess before Soren interrupted their moment for the battle meeting. I get it, but why now Soren? I swear…

Soren apologized for how he was at the beginning of the show. Kind of. I mean, he did, but he also insulted Callum during his apology, so… Also, he crushed Callum with that hug. I guess this means Soren has been added to the group now? Okay.

Viren’s army reaches ever closer to the Storm Spire. Claudia seems to be really trying to cling to Viren, and unlike Soren, I don’t think she’s going to break away. And Aaravos knows how to take the power inside Zym and transfer it into Viren. Aaravos, in general, seems like more of a tactician than Viren. I feel like Viren is getting played.

Well, Callum is translating Amaya’s plan to everyone else. Not gonna lie. After seeing Amaya captured all season, it does make me happy to see her back in her element. And the Sunfire Elves helping out is also cool. Rayla being the last Dragon Guard must be a high honor for her since that’s the last thing her parents did before being imprisoned.

It looks like the battle is on. Kasef fucking ruined the charge on Viren’s side. But Janai had her Elven warriors hold their positions, and the sun charged their shields and they made this cool shockwave that took out a lot of the frontlining forces on Viren’s side. But Claudia countered back with a spell that took out several Elves. The look that Amaya and Janai gave each other, that look of comradery was awesome. These two were at odds all season and now have to come together to fight on one side.

Ezran came in and brought in a bunch of dragons. That was a badass visual! They spit fire at all of the soldiers, but that does create an issue. Viren, Claudia, and Aaravos’s worm thing weren’t hit, but everyone else on their side was. Didn’t Viren say the soldiers are powered up by fire specifically? Yeah, they are. And this makes things worse. Time for the next part for Viren’s plan.

The dragons are mostly down. At least two got away including the one Ezran was on, but they were taken down and chained to the ground. I guess there goes that level of help.

Zym is ready to see his Zubeia. I doubt much will come from it because she’s in that deep slumber, but at least he’s ready to physically meet his mother. Zym does put up an impressive display, and he was using his power to try and jolt his mom awake. It didn’t work, and I think that really put Zym in a worse place than he was before. He’s now resting where his egg was located before it was taken away by Viren.

The battle is looking pretty grim on the side of our protagonists. Viren’s forces have really broken through, and now Callum is having to enter the battle. He’s able to take down most of the soldiers, but Kasef is proving to be more difficult for him to deal with. Right when Kasef has him subdued, a freaking arrow goes through his chest! It’s Aanya and the forces from Duran here to help out! I’m honestly glad to see them join in the fray; they were the only kingdom unaffected by Viren and it seems like they’re entering only to stop him since what he’s planning will affect Duran eventually.

The tides are turning once again, but this is a war, and that can change just as easily as it did here. Ezran told Callum to go to Rayla and just check up on her; I think with the help of Duran, that can be excused. I feel like everyone’s really grown since the show first started. Hot damn, this is some good stuff.

The battle seems to have slowed down for now. Viren’s soldiers who haven’t been killed are being taken into custody, and the dragons are being unchained. They are leading a search for Viren though. He’s not done yet, and they need to make sure he’s really gone before they can relax. Wait, Claudia was that close and no one captured her? Ezran sees her and is now chasing after her. He tripped over someone?

Oh no… Don’t tell me… Yep, it’s Viren. I knew it. I freaking knew it! And he’s really out here going to kill Ezran! Soren is taking a real stand against his father now. Claudia almost got through to him, but Soren stabbed Viren! One thing though, why are Viren’s eyes… normal. One should be purple. Wait… This was a distraction. Viren was never down there; he got past them! And he’s at Zym’s location now…

Rayla’s been incapacitated, and if not for Bait’s timely flash, Zym would probably be dead. Viren flat-out told Rayla the fact of her parents, and also Runaan, not that I think she’s aware of that last part. Zym is fleeing, trying to get away, but he ran up, not down. And now he’s cornered. Wait, he’s a dragon. He can fly away!

Or not… Viren’s cast him in the spell; that thing is too OP. Plz nerf. Rayla’s still stuck in the ice, but Bait came with a torch! Look at Bait, coming in clutch again! Way to go you glow toad! Viren’s sucking the essence out of Zym and absorbing it. Rayla did try and get to Viren, but Aaravos repelled her. Though, if he’s been able to do things like that all season, why hasn’t he? Regardless, when it looks like it’s too late, Rayla fucking tackles Viren and herself off the cliff!

Callum didn’t make it in time to stop that, so what does he do? Jump off after her. He’s trying to get the spell Ibis did last episode to work for him. It doesn’t work at first, but the power of love is what unblocks his mind, gets him to focus, and he pulls it off! They finally confess their love for one another, and they kiss in the sky which is a beautiful visual. Honestly, it’s iconic, and I doubt another OTP of mine will get a scene quite as good. My God, that was so satisfying.

Now we’re back to the cave, and seeing the remaining forces like this? How triumphant. They fought hard, and now they can actually rest easy knowing they’ve won. Gren did tease Callum about saying how it was only their small group that changed things, but before anything else could happen, there was rumbling. Zubeia’s waking up! And she gets to see Zym for herself. Her voice is so jubilant. She gets to see the sight of humans and elves having worked together to bring back her child. This is the payoff I was waiting for! This is glorious! This is… YES!!

Wait, Viren survived the fall? How the hell did he go and do that?! He should be dead! Wait… Claudia brought her father back to life. She’s becoming more and more corrupted by her dark magic use. I don’t think there’s any real way for her to break from Viren at this point if she was willing to do this to herself for him. But where’s Aaravos? Wait, he spun himself into a cocoon? Wait a minute… No, wait! You can’t end it on the cocoon pulsating like that! Not on a hook like that! When that thing breaks, all hell will break loose! I’m not ready for that! I’m really not!