#something something big spooky man being very soft but also still kinda spooky

[slipperyskell]

It’s about the ✨size difference ✨

[wonderinc-sonic]

I was feeling down but this video cheered me up so here is several pages of observations that are not needed

Observations of no merit undercut.

Team Sonic

The world is wrong about Tails. This voice is absolutely adorable.

Sonic does a fun lil quill flip. I like that.

Knuckles is so so angry at everything. We must never forget he hates almost everything.

Knuckles has a punching animation. Nobody elses idles are as enthusiastically aggressive, even Omegas.

Tails stroked the ground as an idle animation. Is this a thing or a trope? Does it mean something?

Honestly I had seen all of these mostly a bunch bc I rewatched a team sonic playthrough recently so had more to say on the others.

Team Dark

Rouge: "I haven't seen the president lately.". Have I forgotten the context for this, or is this just a real useless flex? You're telling the two ppl who care and know the least about social connections. You can't flaunt your sometimes- close relationship with the president. They don't know what a country is.

Omega's step from foot to foot where his arms wave is absolutely adorable.

Shadow in Grand Metropolis: "Why am I attracted to this place?". I get it's all egg tech etc., but he hadn't been there before had he?

Omega calls Casino Park a waste of energy. We love an environmentalist king.

Rouge: "I wonder what caused Shadow to lose his memory?". Was it not the falling from the sky? He should be mush, and you're confused as to how his brain got addled? Wild of you Rouge. Very out of pocket. See how you do dropped on your head from Ark.

Omega: "Shadow was unleashed just as I was. Who is he?" I had forgotten Omega had any interest in shadows story at this point, all I remembered was him wanting to kill eggman.

Omega: "Shadow, that android must be an alien. Unable to analyse." I suppose it is, if it's made from Shadow! Another Omegobservation I had forgotten he knew how to make. My clever lil man.

Rouge: "I wonder if Shadow is alright?" Awww

Shadow asks a lot of questions. He is a queer and questioning hog whenever you stand still and let him

While Omega complains about the humidity levels, Rouge gives us: "This pond is spooky!". Is it?? You wuss. Love you

Shadow: "Sonic. Why does that name BOTHER me so much?" Love this delivery. Actually adore this voice direction for Shadow and others in this game. he sounds kinda soft in these quiet lines. I miss it.

Once again, Rouge thinks the house feels "spooky". This one is more warranted. She's still kinda a wuss for being scared of frogs though. I believe Tails had a line about disliking the frogs. Will see if Cream and Charmy agree.

Team Rose

Favourite Amy voice direction. She's so darling.

Also prefer Cream's voice here to the even squeakier later one. Has more variety.

Big: "We run fast." just made me chuckle.

Cream strokes her lil ears I think. Adorable.

Does Big only have one animation? Everyone else had 2! Unfair!

I do love Amy's searching around. She's doing such a good job! Or, at least as good a job as Team Sonic (seasoned pro adventurer), Team Dark (With government intel and two weapons) and Team Chaotix (professional detectives). And Big and Cream aren't doing loads of the thinking. Point is, she rocks!

Big: "Could froggy be from here?" a question nobody ever wondered, nor would ever be answered. Now I have to know. Froggy origin story when?

Cream also thinks the pond is spooky! I mean, she gets away with it. She isn't a secret agent, she's just a baby. Theory that Flight type characters are the only ones that get to be scared continues.

Cream: "Something surely isn't quite right here!" SHE IS SO ELOQUENT! She's just a baby but she's gonna be so smart!

Amy agrees with Rouge, it's a spooky house. Loving the use of spooky in this game. It's such a good word. Doesn't inherently say they're scared, just acknowledging its odd, also got a dash of whimsy. Spooky should be freed from halloween jail and used more in daily life.

Team Rose - especially Amy - say I wonder a lot. Actually, I think everyone sorta does. I guess because theyre thinking aloud, but they could have come up with more sentences.

All of Team Rose relying on vibes and intuition. Their vibes and intuition are, as discussed above, very accurate.

Team Chaotix

CHARMYS VOICE IS SO CUTE "The sound of waves makes me sleepy" He is a BABY I love him

Vector's singing to himself and dancing is actually so precious. He's so funky

Espio gives us a bunch of spiritual ninja quotes, then "Where's chao?". Is that how you correctly refer to Chao, or is he just tired now. "Oi. where chao. Cmere."

Is Vector from like Boston or smthn? never noticed. I don't know my US accents. The line about the electric bill has a twang.

Vector: "If the turtles are made of real gold, I'll have no problems finding 'em. Haha!" Is he suggesting he has an instinct for treasure? a lot of witchy bitches in the sonic world, and he does breathe fire, so maybe

Vector actually complains about being in the Casino. I am going to politely ignore that bc I still think Gambling Chaotix is a better theory. Maybe he just doesn't like it this time, but he sounds pretty resigned.

When Charmy says 'we will crush you!' in the happiest little voice I wonder if maybe I do want kids. Only if they also want to go on adventures with me and can fly.

Charmy's little arms and leg dance thing is also absolutely precious

Charmy: "I want a closer look at that frog!". Yeah! I knew he wasn't a scaredy baby! Eat that, other fliers.

Espio speaks in the most serious tone, but says nothing helpful and provides no information. Personally love that for him. It's like someone asked him for comment but he just has one fly in his brain and is concentrating on catching it with his tongue. All style no substance. Love you Espio

Espio looks like he has been buffed and waxed. So shiny when he moves his head. Everyones shiny but he is super shiny.

Charmy is also not afraid of the haunted house! This is a subtle nod to the fact that he's the best boi.

Espio: "Kinda reminds me of a ninja hideout, full of traps." THIS SOUNDS LIKE A GUY WHOS LYING! Definitely adding this to 'Espio is a fraud' bank. Also, 'kinda'? I Kinda forgot he uses contractions. Never use them in dialogue for him. Interesting.

I like that Charmy repeats words often, it's a nice verbal habit to use, very cutesy and childish, unlike other child characters.

Vector: "Eggman must be really rich! I wonder if he'd hire us..." - I always thought Vector knew all along who hired them! I am wrong evidently, or this is some weirdly delivered sarcasm. Maybe he's hiding things from the others? But when Rouge did that over searching for treasure ('I mean- Eggman!') they made it pretty clear. I think most likely he didn't know.

Espio: "For the sake of all ninjas, it's my duty to rescue our client." Okay first of all: its your duty because you're being paid. Secondly, you don't know shit about ninjas. Is it a pride thing? Espio you daft boy. Absolutely clowning. Silly little man.

Vector: "Why did Eggman kidnap our client?" So he really didn't know? He had me convinced he was smarter than he was. A good hustle.

[prose-for-hire]

Guardian of the lost soul

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: if what the reader dress as an angel (kinda like Supernatural angels) and she finds the scoobies gang  in the haunted house with the costumes magically change them. (you know the episode ^-^)  only this time , Spike sees her wings and in angel terms that's a soulmate.

Requested by: @everlastingartist​

A/N: Kind of a soulmate au I think? I am not familiar with the Supernatural angels (yet - I plan on actually watching it soon) I did google them and I’m still none the wiser lol. So this is my own interpretation of what was requested! I chose a guardian angel, and twisted it in my own way. It is very made up but that’s what I’m here to do!

Also I mashed up two Halloween episodes together for this one but Spike doesn’t have a chip. Not even a soul. But he finds his soulmate.🖤🦇

You loved Halloween in Sunnydale, it never disappointed. The pumpkins were freshly carved, there was candy everywhere you turned and kids really did love dressing up and making a nuisance of themselves. Even when you were running for your life the mood always picked up somewhere after midnight. And hey, being friends with a very protective Slayer had its benefits.

You were basically skipping around the streets, you were excited about going to the haunted house. You had tried to convince Willow, along with buffy to take the ghost costume off but she flat out refused. Even when you begged all the way to the party. You wanted to get to the end so you could join the party with your friends and you waited briefly for everyone to show up so you could enter together. While you and Willow waited outside, a figure in a dark cloak pushed past you. There was something about them that you recognised but they muttered some insult at you for being in their way so you decided to just ignore them. Eventually, everyone arrived and you were able 

You had chosen to dress as an angel. A guardian angel. Not the stereotypical kind, one you had read of in some of Giles’ thick mythology books. You had been bored and the passages had been surprisingly interesting in an I’m-so-bored-I’d-read-the-back-of-a-cereal-packet kind of way. It spoke of the kinds of angels, of the truth about how they operate rather than those spoken of in popular culture. Some of your costume was white however as you wanted people to at least recognise what you had come as (although nobody except Willow had got it). 

You went through the various rooms together and had a laugh at some of the more ridiculous spooks in the house. There had been a slight tension a few words exchanged but mostly you were having a nice time. Everyone was squabbling over which way to go next and you had lost interest, managing to break away from the others.

As you did this, you saw the hooded figure again. You were sure you recognised the flashes you had seen of the person’s face. You left your friends for a moment to tap them on the shoulder and who should turn to face you but the big bad of the moment. Spike. You hadn’t faced him alone yet but he had always singled you out when you were with the others. The conversation always turned suggestive, which annoyed Buffy to no end and made you try to hide yourself when you were with the others.

You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t love the attention though. Hope that he would catch your eye. You longed for even a moment alone with him, although you were well aware of the danger. You couldn’t help like him but there was no way you would ever admit that to your friends. 

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, trying to suppress a smile.

“Thought I’d drop by… see what tasty… treats Halloween has to offer” He closed the space between you as his voice became a little huskier with every step. His hand was on the wall, palm flat against it. His arm blocking you in as he slowly scanned your body before returning to your face.

“What has the devil got in store for you this Halloween do you reckon pet?” He asked, the smirk audible in his voice, “Somethin’ naughty no doubt…” He added, biting his lip teasingly.

“I’m an angel. Always preferred them anyway” You shrugged. It had been a very low blow and when you saw his expression darkening into anger rather than lust, you backtracked – knowing better than to get him mad, “To the devil, I mean”

“Bollocks – where are the wings? The halo? And you’re not foolin’ anyone wearing that white-” he gestured wildly to the corresponding area where each item should have been with the hand that wasn’t leaning against the wall. You smiled, about to respond when someone interrupted.

“Spike!” Buffy shouted, having turned to find you in the haunted house. She was relieved to see you (as she had lost the others) but she was not pleased to see the vampire that still had you boxed in, pressed pretty close against you.

Buffy made light work of hauling him away and trying to throw him out of the house completely. She tried to find the front door but it had gone. You were now aware you were trapped inside this now truly haunted house. No, it was worse. It had turned into a murder house as half the student body upstairs had started to scare themselves to death almost before the real threat had.

Everyone was rushing past you and as Spike smelled fresh blood, he ran in the opposite direction to where the others were coming from, straight into the carnage. His stomach was rumbling and he was ready for a decent meal.

Everything was going on at once and you wanted it to slow down, or at least give you chance for a breather. There were too many threats at play tonight. As if the powers had requested it this way, a busy scene of threat and revelations for their own personal enjoyment. 

As you tried again and again to leave and to help find the others, things started to get worse. You had now lost Buffy and were trying to find her by (you guessed it) calling out her name which was the best way to attract anything other than good luck. You had to fight off some cobwebs and now, your own body it seemed. You were hurting, doubled over. Something was happening. You sunk to your knees, grimacing. Nothing was going your way. 

It was a strange night. The strangest Halloween you had experienced. The others were lost and at the same moment, Willow turned into a real ghost. Xander a real soldier and Buffy was now a genuine high society lady from the 1700s. It was spooky and not in a cute way.

You had managed to get to your feet, pulling on the cobwebs as they attacked your head again. As you looked down checking you had removed any stray webbing, you saw that you were glowing. Literally. You appeared human still - no wings or halos but there was a strange feeling that you had aged hundreds of years in just a few seconds. Not in appearance, that was still your skin and your face. But in knowledge. As if you had read every book known to man and then some. You felt powerful. Strange.

You walked around, able to know what was happening in every room. You managed to get places just by thinking about it. Able to protect people before they succumbed to the terrors the house had in store. You didn’t know how this was happening, but you knew better than to question it.

You had hope. You had a purpose and you were getting used to adapting to different people and their needs. That was until it came to something you needed. You turned and saw your friends through a two way mirror. They had all found each other but you couldn’t get to them. They were trying to remember who they were and come up with a plan. You started to panic, banging your fist on the mirror that you could see them through but they didn’t hear you. You hurriedly left through a side door to try and get to them seeing as your previous power wasn’t working. But you never made it to your friends. You had walked straight into someone. The one someone that you always managed to find, no matter what.

Spike had appeared. He seemed the same except... was that a heart beat? You frowned as he stepped towards you, the swagger still in tact.

 “You listened to me then, pet? About time” He muttered as you looked at him confused. You didn’t understand. You looked around for some kind of clue until he spoke again, “The wings. You put ‘em on. Knew it would complete the look… not that you need to be wearing any more clothin’ items” He added, the trademark smirk on his face as he almost prowled towards you further.

“I’m not wearing any wings…” You said slowly as he came to stand right in front of you, leaving not so much as room to breath between you. He frowned, and looked behind you before looking back into your eyes. He could see the wings as clear as anything. They had a large wingspan, it was kind of impossible to miss. He reached out the touch them and you felt his fingers. You frowned, checking behind you. There they were, bat-like rather than the feathered kind you had expected and almost translucent whilst appearing closer to your skin tone. He found them aesthetically very appealing. Almost as if it were a part of you. He just stared, almost in awe as he felt they were warm the texture as soft as your skin.

 It came to you suddenly. The folklore you had been researching. The mythology. The only one that may see the wings of the angel is their soulmate. Their one eternal love. It was said that every angel had a soulmate and that no matter how long they lived, they should find their soul no matter how seemingly impossible. No matter how many times they were lost, they would always be found. And you had found yours. Your love.

You and Spike had been less than useless during the fight to escape the haunted house and regain your own lives back. You were perfectly happy right here. Locked in each others gaze. A happiness neither of you had felt before until this moment. Until this revelation. You had been sharing. Talking so easily to one another. Him telling you stories of his past, and you surprising yourself with stories of your own. Ones that could match his. You felt an entrenched need to protect him. To hold you into him so that no harm could ever befall him. 

The chaos going on around you was now secondary to your story. You holed up in a room together, Spike never looking away from you. The guardian angel in you was screaming for you to help the others again, but your heart was set on him. On relearning of your love. You had faith in your friends abilities anyway.

He leaned in, his thumb trailing your face and lingering near your lips. He had thought about this for so long. His usual crude quips had been founded in truth. Forged to both show how he felt and camouflage them at the same time. He felt for you so deeply his soul had made an unwitting appearance back into his life. Whenever you were around his heart felt as if it may break free from his ribcage in the hopes of greeting yours.

You closed your eyes as he did, the build up to this kiss achingly slow. You could feel his breath on his face he was so close. His touch was warm and familiar, his lips made for yours. You could feel it. The anticipation almost became too much as he finally grazed your lips.

But, just as suddenly as it was cast, the spell broke. The feeling of danger returned to your gut as you were in Spike’s presence. Your kiss never deepening. Your stomach flipping as you snapped opened your eyes. Spike’s vampire instincts kicked back in and it was resoundingly telling him that he was hungry. Your scent was so enticing to him, his face changed of its own accord. His fangs so close to you but you knew he wouldn’t kill you. You knew it as if it were fact. As if it were gravity or the colour of the sky being blue. Spike loved you and wouldn’t harm you. They were each true sentences, you had never been so sure.

Buffy, however, now fresh from being bound in the sensibilities of a woman with no aspirations other than to be pretty was ready for a fight. She had fought to escape the haunted house and now she would fight the nearest big bad in sight. Spike. She wrenched him from your neck.

But when he drew back, he had the same look in his eye as he had only moments before. Your soulmate was still right here in front of you, there was nobody that could convince you otherwise. And believe me, Spike really tried since then.

Buffy and Spike traded blows. Neither became victorious, but you were able to leave the house and Giles had somehow managed to force Ethan Rayne into reversing the curse he had put on your costumes. 

After that long Halloween night, your mind barely stopped thinking about him. Sometimes you walked around after dark to see if he would come along and pretend to eat you as an excuse to just talk to you. He often wished to find an excuse to see you. Without knowing what it was, he felt it too. Deep within. Stronger since Halloween night. Sometimes he found himself standing around in places he knew you would frequent just so he could watch you. Catch a glimpse of you. Although, he had been doing this before Halloween as well.

You remembered so much more than that night, however. Memories that should have been long since buried of you and Spike finding each other over and over in other places and times still lingered as you wished his thumb still would along your jaw. You still remembered those memories and you wrote them all down before you could forget. They were like dreams, something you knew so well but struggled to recall in enough detail to satisfy.

You would forever carry a piece of his soul around with you now. That feeling just couldn’t go away, you wouldn’t let it. It was as if his soul were a locket hung around your neck. You would guard it with your life. Keep it close to your heart. 

He would come back to you, you were sure of it and you were happy to wait until that day came.

[savethelastdan]

Yashahime Is Over Party: Contribution #2

“All right, all right!” 

The crowd of villagers quieted (some with a wince) as the high-pitched shout rang around the village entrance. Ten-year-old Moroha gave them one last warning glare for good measure. 

With, as her Great-Grandpa on the other side of the Well would say, “more gusto than should be necessary”, she then leapt upon the nearest height-offering surface - one of the tourists’ suitcases, emblazoned a dozen times on every side with “FRAGILE” - and began her welcome speech. 

“Shut your mouths and hold onto your butts, folks, because this is a real treat! The coolest village ever to exist in any timeline, on a sunny day! Since my big brother is at kitsune academy today, you all have the honor of yours truly acting as escort around this prime piece of feudal real estate!” 

Dramatic pause for emphasis. (Yes, she’d taken some liberties with the script that Shippo had left, and she didn’t quite know what ‘prime piece of real estate’ actually meant, but her cousin Towa agreed that it sounded fancy and fancy always worked with humans.) 

A soft-faced young woman glanced around the crowd self-consciously before raising a hand. “You mean, this is the village where priestess Kikyo - “

“Ahem!” Moroha held up the wooden sign hanging from her neck, tapping the carved-in letters spelling ‘Village Tour Guide #2” with one nail. “Are you wearin’ the sign?”

“Oh. Uh, sorry.” The woman blushed. 

After a moment, Moroha cleared her throat. “Okay, yeah, it is. But there’s a bunch of other super-cool people here, too! If you wanna meet them - follow me!” With that, she jumped from the suitcase to land solidly in the dirt. A few tourists reared back from the cloud of disturbed dust, putting them at the back of the moving crowd. 

“First up, the sister of the blah-dee-blah-famed-priestess-blah-dee-blah Kikyo - Lady Kaedeeeeee!” She swung both arms in a dramatic half-circle towards the healer woman’s hut; the crowd ooh-ed and ah-ed appropriately. “On days like these, she’s either healing a sick patient, birthin’ a new baby, or taking a long nap! Since she’s awfully old, the napping’s more frequent.” Hooking an arm around a teenage tourist’s shoulder, she hissed in a spooky tone, “Some say she’ll live forever, getting older and older until she’s like a living zombie-” 

“I heard that.” With a cross expression, Kaede leaned out of the window.“Don’t think I won’t curse you for those bad manners.”

Moroha waved the group on with a nervous chuckle. 

“And this is the home of the most famous demon slayer known to womankind - Sango!” Cupping both hands around her mouth like a bullhorn, Moroha drew out the last syllable of the woman’s name to emphasize her coolness. Several of the humans perked up with excitement; it wasn’t hard to imagine that they had themselves benefited from some of the woman’s work. 

“Her husband Miroku lives here too. He used to be a monk, but now he’s a family guy! My papa says -” She straightened, putting on a deep, gruff tone - “it’s a damn miracle -” Dropping the tone, she grinned cheerily at the group - “nobody will tell me why!” 

As if on cue, the door to the house opened to reveal a group of tall, bickering young adults. The loudest were two women with matching features, the only visible difference to a stranger being that one’s slayer outfit was trimmed in pink and the other’s in green. Behind them trotted a younger boy, also wearing a slayer outfit in red.  

“I’m taking the kusarigama, you’re taking the wakizashi!” The green-outfitted slayer said, ignoring her sister’s attempts to talk over her. “Otherwise you and Mom will have two long-range weapons, and that makes no sense!” 

“Plus that’s Uncle Kohaku’s specialty!” Their brother piped up; he dodged the twin elbows that swung back at him as easily as if they’d warned him. “She wants to impress him with it so he’ll take her on his trip to the mountains with Rin this summer!” 

Through the left-open door, came the sweet smell of treats baking - one of the many hobbies Miroku had taken up with his time, now that he wasn’t going to up and die (Moroha knew she wasn’t technically supposed to know about that. Or probably phrase it like that… But if her godfather Koga said it that way, why was it any different for her?)

The group of slayers stopped short upon seeing the crowd; with awkward bows, they quickly skirted their way around the gaping tourists. 

““That’s Sango’s kids; every one of ‘em demon slayer prodigies.” Slinging her arm around the same teen from earlier, Moroha shook her head with a dramatic sigh. “Makes me almost want another sibling. Except then I’d have to share my room, nooooo thank you!”

“Excuse me.” A mustached man in the middle of the group raised one arm curiously. “I heard one of those women mention Rin - is that the human who died twice and was resurrected by the sword Tenseiga?” 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. That’s Rin.” Moroha tapped her own head thoughtfully and muttered under her breath, “Was it really only twice…”

“Does she still live here?” The man’s mustache drooped in a frown. “Or did she go to live with that dog demon?”

“Dog demon? Ohhh, you mean Uncle Sesshomaru!” A smile stretched across her face. “I almost forgot about him! Nah, after she got married she decided to stay in town -” 

“Married?!” The group erupted in murmurs of horror. One kerchiefed mother clapped her hands over the ears of her daughter; the mustached man turned green.

Moroha’s face fell. “Well, yeah. She wanted to keep taking healer lessons from Kaede, and even though he travels a lot, she wanted to stay by Kohaku’s side when he comes home. Be a team, and all that.” 

“Ohhhh, so she’s Kohaku’s wife!” The human mother’s shoulders slumped with a sigh. “How lovely and age-appropriate.” 

Moroha wasn’t sure what that meant, but if it made the negative energy go away then she was all for it! “Rin’s super cool, anyway. She knows how to heal demons, not just humans, and she tells really good ghost stories, and she’s actually really good at arm-wrestling -” 

Suddenly she ducked her head to whisper, “She’s probably my favorite cousin, if I’m bein’ honest with ya.”

 “Do you have other cousins?” A man who appeared to look a thousand years old squinted in her direction. Perhaps in confusion, but it was hard to tell with all the wrinkles. “I doubt a full-blooded dog demon like that Sesshomaru fella would leave his legacy in the hands of a human girl.” 

“My mom would say that’s prejudiced,” Moroha said helpfully, causing the old man to blanche. “But Rin’s got two little sisters, who you can see riiiiiiight now!” 

With a dramatic twist, she whirled around to point in the opposite direction with both hands, adding a low growl that was meant to mimic the roar of an excited crowd. 

The moment was slightly underwhelmed by the confused looks of the tourists as they took a moment to figure out where exactly to look. That’s okay; she’d work on it. 

Down the road, her twin cousins leaned against the wall of a house (Moroha’s house, which she was saving for last because you always save the best for last). Towa was smiling and pointing out something up in the sky, while Setsuna wore a very predictable scowl. From this far away, the red streaks in their hair were little more than smudges. 

The extremely old man with an attitude problem made a weird hacking noise, most likely in surprise. 

“Did he adopt them like your other cousin?” asked a teenage girl. 

“Kinda!” Both hands landed on her hips; Moroha then modeled her expression on her Uncle - stoic, dismissive, oh-so-cool. “On a cool spring night, Uncle Sesshomaru walked into the darkest, deepest forest on the planet, waved his sword over a really old and creepy tree, and when he cut it open - there they were. Two lil’ hanyou babies.” 

Dramatic pause. 

“Just kiddin’.” Laughing loud enough to bring back the wincing from the group, Moroha slapped her knee. “They’re full demons. I can still take either of ‘em in a fight, though. Oh!” She pointed up in the air with a wide, excited smile. “There’s their mom right now!” 

Murmurs of confusion filled the air as the tourists moved their heads this way, that way; only when a chilling breeze morphed into flesh and bone, right before their eyes, did the group exclaim in collective understanding. 

Moroha waved. “Hi, Auntie Kagura!” 

“Yo.” Clearly taken aback by the crowd, the wind demon gave a tiny salute. The side of her neck bore a half-moon symbol tattooed on the skin; Moroha thought it was neat, even if her dad thought it was a dumb, archaic wedding ritual. “Do your parents know you’re doing this?” 

“Uh, duh!” She held up the sign with a cheeky grin. 

“Fair enough.” Upon spying her daughters across the way, Kagura’s expression softened a bit. “Well, I’ll see you later.” 

“No, wait! We’re actually heading the same way.” Gesturing to the not-moving crowd, Moroha repeated, “The same way. Meaning the best part of the tour - come on, folks, work with me here -” 

Kagura snorted, walking quickly as though to avoid the gawking humans and their nosy questions about how she had been resurrected or could still live now that Naraku was dead or got Sesshomaru to admit he had feelings much less have kids with her. A curt “none of your business” was all they’d get, no matter how much Moroha tugged on her sleeve and whined about “giving people their money’s worth.”

Luckily, once they reached Moroha’s house, it was easy to escape. After all, a much more awe-inspiring attraction awaited the group of lucky, lucky tourists. 

“And now! The Greatest Love Story Of Our Time!” With a winning grin, Moroha landed a kick on the door, sending it slamming open. 

“Oh.” Kagome blinked at the group from where she sat on a futon in the middle of the house, surrounded by magical artifacts. A scroll marked with ink rolled from her lap all the way to one side of the room. Behind her, halfway through helping her put her hair in a bun, Inuyasha froze “Uh, hello?”

“My parents! Dumdedumdummmmm!” The warmth of her pride felt like it was going to burst in her chest. It was the absolute best to come home to people who loved her! Whether it was tickle fights before bed, or her dad taking her and Shippo out on demon-tracking trips, or her mom humming a lullaby if she felt sick on the full moon night, Moroha was certain her family was the best of anybody’s anywhere. “One fell through time, and one fell -- fell, uh, for her -- sorry, I’ll work on it.” 

Inuyasha huffed in the way that meant he was going to complain later. Kagome just chuckled and waved. 

For once, the humans reacted exactly the way Moroha wanted them to - smiling, clapping, appreciating the wonder of her super-beautiful-and-also-hella-powerful mom and grumpy-but-still-amazingly-brave papa. She launched into the story she knew by heart, of how they had come to be together and saved the whole world while they were at it. Some parts were probably missing or misrepresented, from the laughter in her mom’s eyes, but she had enough of it right that half the tourist group was in near tears by the time she was done. 

“And now, they have one more accomplishment to add to the long list - parenting the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. Moro-uh, Beniyasha!” Swirling the ends of her fire-rat robe, she twirled. “The Crimson Slayer!”

“Slayer of my patience, maybe,” Inuyasha snapped, though he was unable to hide his smile as he marched over to grab her by the collar. “Come ‘ere, kid. You’ve got chores to do!” 

Tossing her over his shoulder, he waved dismissively at the group of humans. “Sorry folks, the show ends here. Yeesh...” 

Moroha cupped both hands around her mouth, screeching to be heard over her parent’s laughter before the door shut.

“Make sure to leave your comment cards in the box at the entrance!”

[flowerbloom-arts]

Joxter for the Character thingy

Ah, the fandom's darling cat dad, the man, the mumrik, the moomin Onceler, the jokester and the jockster. A catman who inexplicably got as popular as the main characters.

How I feel about this character: Joxter is... He's cool, I like this guy, actually kinda fun to play around with! I joined the fandom after Joxter stopped being HUGE so I don't have the same mixed feelings as older fans seem to have about him, but I still have mixed feelings about alot of fandom interpretations of this guy, maybe I just see something else completely different in Joxter but I think he's alot more wholesome than alot of people think of him as, and I don't mean just Snufkin and Mymble. Joxter is neat, but I'm not super duper interested in him as a "mystery", he's a catperson, he has about the same amount of mystery as a regular cat to me. Kinda weird but ultimately harmless, a bastard but also rather affectionate at times (to a select few, he can and will screw around with the people he doesn't like or think very highly of). I think he has some insecurities and issues bubbling under that cool and lazy surface but it's nothing... Too edgy (by my standards).

All the people I ship romantically with this character: MUDDLER- oh and Mymble, I suppose. Like, shipping him with Mymble is a default at this point, I like them, they're adorable and chaotic, but there's something about Joxter and Muddler that speaks to me on a more personal level, they just... Make me soft in a way I can't describe properly without sounding absolutely deranged so I'll just say, there are alot aspects of myself I see in Joxter and Muddler and seeing them being happy together makes me feel less worthless, you know?

My non-romantic OTP for this character: His family and Oshun Oxtra crew, of course. His dynamic with the Oshun Oxtra in particular is what interests me the most out of the two, you already know about him and Muddler but Joxter with Hodgkins and Moomin(pappa) is something I always chuckle at a little because he's a little bastard to those two in particular and suffers a severe case of favoritism from Muddler and vice versa. Hodgkins to him is just a means to a peaceful living and Hodgkins thinks of him as a leech at times but they still care about eachother beyond those surface level things, it's more of a "I don't act like I like this guy but I'll beat you up if you're mean to him" kinda relationship. Actually come to think of it Joxter is eternally just a stoner teenager when it comes to Hodgkins.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Joxter's not that edgy (neither in literal appearence and personality/backstory) and like... I get the appeal but I never simped for him. Also I don't like Joxpappa as a romantic ship. That's all I'm gonna say on that.

I just... I don't know how people saw this little round cat person and thought "Mm yes triangle face." Like I don't hate it, it's fun to look at but yeah. I never saw him as super mysterious or spooky either, he's quite literally named "the Joke-ster" (as in the intended pronounciation), his mystification strikes me as odd now that I think about it right now. Again, I don't hate it, it's just odd to me.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Of course I want more Joxter content in general but one thing I kind of wish happened in the franchise in general is just, any kind of acknowledgment of Joxter outside of memoirs, and that goes for Hodgkins aswell, Muddler has quite a bit of content and mentions in Tove's other works (the live action series and the comics aswell as some illustrations of him). It just seems a little sad since Snufkin made such a big deal over his mere existence.

And that's it!

OG ask post

[ofbardsandmonsters]

Thank you @riotfalling​ for requesting I tackle this prompt and making it Winteriron!! You can also find it here on AO3!

**

Tony Stark has never been one to back down when there’s something he wants. Toys, sweets, attention, grades, cars, employees.

Lovers.

And the former Hydra assassin whose lips he now knows the taste of thanks to a split second decision fueled by a lack of sleep and coffee jitters three nights ago is no exception.

They’d been growing closer for months. Now, Bucky is more likely to be found lounging on the workshop couch with a book in his hand than spending any time with Steve. And Tony had been so sure that the big brunette had been giving him the same looks Tony had been throwing his way for the last several weeks. In fact, despite what some might consider evidence to the contrary, he’s still confident that he wasn’t wrong.

But that doesn’t leave him any less confused as to why Bucky’s been completely avoiding him since their kiss. A kiss that the other man had seemed just as enthusiastic about in the moment. He had looked just as affected before he gently encouraged Tony to finally get some much needed sleep. And Tony knows he hadn’t been imagining the little smile on the other man’s face as he walked away.

Which is why the fact that there’s been no trace of Bucky anywhere for three whole days makes no sense.

FRIDAY has been no help. His youngest child clearly has an even bigger soft spot for their favorite super soldier than her father does because she’s flat out refused to help him get the drop on Bucky. Tony’s not even sure that she isn’t helping Bucky by alerting him any time Tony’s headed his way.

A few years ago, Tony probably would have given up after day one and gone to hide in the shop to nurse his wounded pride. But he likes to think he’s grown past most of those insecurities. And he wants this. He knows they could be so good together. So he enlists the help of the one person that he knows is more invested in Bucky’s happiness and well being than anyone else.

He goes to Steve.

~~

By the time Tony’s done giving Steve the rundown, the blonde is groaning dramatically, one big hand thrown over his eyes.

“Damnit, Buck.”

Tony chuckles, bare heels drumming against the lower cabinets of the counter he’s perched on in Steve’s kitchen. Sometimes, Steve reminds him so much of Rhodey it’s a little spooky. He knows he’s seen the same look of exasperation on his own best friend’s face numerous times throughout their long standing friendship.

“Tony, I promise, you were not reading anything wrong. Bucky never shuts up about you. It’s kinda gross, actually.”

That makes Tony laugh harder, and he gratefully accepts the mug of coffee Steve presses into his hands. It’s made up exactly how he likes, enough cream to turn it a soft caramel color and exactly zero sugar, because Rhodey may be his best friend but Steve is a very close second and he knows Tony almost as well.

“I may have acted in a sleep deprived state, but even my less than functional brain wouldn’t have gone for it if I wasn’t absolutely sure it would be welcomed. I thought we would talk about it in the morning, but I can’t pin him down. So I’m… kind of at a loss.”

Steve drums his fingers on the counter next to Tony’s leg, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I can help you corner him, but it’s not gonna be easy to convince him. Buck’s still… vulnerable, in places. There’s still so many things he thinks he’s not worthy of, that he doesn’t deserve, because of what Hydra made him do.”

That’s a mindset that Tony’s all too familiar with. It took a long time and a lot of reassurance from the people closest to him before he stopped holding himself to the sins of his past. He knows Bucky’s come a long way from when Steve first brought him home, but demons that size don’t let go easily.

“Steve, you get me in a room with him and keep him from running away, and I’ll do all the rest. And FRI, baby girl, daddy loves you but if you so much as hint to Bucky that Steve’s conspiring against him, I will recode you to run nothing but refrigerators. Are we clear?”

There’s no response for a moment, but Tony’s content to wait the AI out. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long.

“Yes, boss.”

Tony snorts, recognizing the petulant tone that he definitely did not program into her. Turning back to Steve, his face settles into a more serious expression.

“Bucky’s… special. He’s important to me. I’m not gonna give up easy.”

Steve smiles at his admission, and he wraps Tony in a hug.

“I know, Shellhead. There’s nobody I trust with him more than you.”

~~

Three hours later, Tony’s sitting amongst the plants in Bruce’s rooftop garden. It’s not really a strange place for him to be, honestly. The garden is calming, and he’s joined Bruce for sunrise yoga (on the mornings Tony hasn’t actually been to sleep yet by the time the sun is coming up) up here a number of times. Steve is standing at the railing overlooking the city when the elevator tings. Tony tenses, nerves and anticipation making his palms sweat, but he doesn’t move. It takes effort, but even when Bucky appears, he manages to push down the instant reaction to stand up and demand answers.

“Hey Stevie, what did you—”

“Sit down, Buck.”

The brunette looks confused, and a little worried, but he does as he’s told and takes a seat in one of the loungers scattered around the space.

“What’s this about, Steve? Is… everything ok?”

Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning frustrated blue eyes on his best friend.

“It’s about Tony, Buck. What the hell are you doing?”

Bucky shrinks back, shoulders rounding as he drops his gaze to his feet.

“Look, Steve—”

“Nope. No. Don’t even start trying to give me some bullshit answer. I know you. I know when you’re sweet on someone. I’ve seen that look in your eyes. You want Tony, and by his own admission, he wants you too. He’s a good person, my best friend in the world other than you. And I want my two best friends to be happy. So what gives?”

“I know , Steve. God, you think I don’t realize exactly how perfect Tony is?” Bucky sighs, rubbing both hands over his face aggressively before looking up at Steve. “That’s exactly why I can’t.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Bucky’s head snaps up, turning to look at where Tony had finally stepped out of hiding. The angry, heartbroken look on the other man’s face makes Bucky flinch.

“Tony…”

The smaller man comes closer, stopping just out of reach and tilting his chin up to look Bucky in the eyes. Neither man notices Steve quietly slipping away.

“It’s bullshit. We’re both so far from perfect, but don’t you think the world’s put us through enough? Don’t you think we deserve to be happy?”

Bucky takes an unconscious step forward, one hand reaching out towards Tony. Even as he tries to hold himself back, he can’t fight the desire to comfort and soothe the other man.

“Tony, of course you deserve to be happy. I just… I'm—I’m sorry. I’m not who you need.”

“But you’re who I want. Isn’t that enough?”

He doesn’t know if it’s Tony’s words or the way his pretty brown eyes turn liquid with the gathering tears, but something in Bucky breaks and there’s no stopping him from closing the distance between them and wrapping the other brunette up in his arms. Tony’s hands come up to fist in the back of his shirt, holding on tight. His next words are muffled by the fabric, but Bucky’s enhanced hearing makes them easy to pick up.

“Don’t you want me too?”

Bucky’s hands move to cup Tony’s cheeks, tilting his face up so their eyes meet. His thumbs brush under Tony’s eyes to catch the tears that have slipped out.

“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more.”

Tony’s face breaks out into a delighted smile, and he stretches up to press their lips together in a soft kiss. When he tries to pull away, Bucky chases after him, deepening the kiss.

Tony’s already got him beat two to nothing. He’s got a lot of making up to do to even the score.

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Sink Or Swim

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Tuesday, 18:47

Song: EDEN - how to sleep

Lucas seizes up as the front door opens, gathering himself up and pushing to his feet. If he does it naturally, he can probably slip to his room without his father protesting too much. He can probably excuse himself with homework. He won’t have to interact, not properly.

His plan would work perfectly, in normal circumstances. Normal circumstances just usually don’t involve running into a moving skeleton three steps into the hallway.

He’s mildly embarrassed by the squeak he lets out, and by the pitch of his voice as he screeches, “What the fuck?”

His father curses under his own breath, moving the skeleton flapping in his arms out of his face, and mutters, “Language.”

“Dad,” Lucas sputters as the dummy is shoved into his hands. “What the hell is this?”

Hugo ushers him back into the sitting room, following behind with shopping bags hanging heavily from his hands. He dumps them on the coffee table and takes the skeleton out of Lucas’s arms to prop him up on the couch, watching them with a gaping, toothy grin. “Halloween decorations.”

Lucas bites back the urge to sarcastically thank him for stating the obvious and chooses to further his question. “Why?”

After the scoldings Lucas has gotten over the past few weeks, watching his father turn to him with his hands on his hips is a rather nerve-wracking thing. The smile on his face, however, turns out to be the most disconcerting. “So we can decorate.”

“We?”

“I thought it would be something nice to do together,” Hugo shrugs.

Lucas blinks at him. He feels the need to tread cautiously. He’s very worried that he’s somehow being played, in an oddly surprising way. “But...Halloween is in four days.”

“Exactly.”

“Everyone else has had their houses decorated for weeks.”

“Yeah, but we’ve only been getting moved in. We have the best excuse.”

Lucas continues to stare at him.

Hugo sighs, rubbing his hand over his brow, gesturing at the skeleton. “Do you have to be such a moody teen over everything? I bought a skeleton, buddy.”

The old nickname softens Lucas a little bit. Just a little. He looks at the skeleton once more. Flimsy, about three-quarters the height of Lucas, black smudges dotting his gray-toned bones. The right number of ribs, missing a tooth (with another cracked), eye sockets deeply sunken. Just on the realistic side of cartoonish.

Lucas asks, “What’s his name?”

His father grins proudly. “Tim.”

“Tim?”

“Same as one of my old-coworkers. Piece of work himself. One of the know-it-all types. Even worse than a moody teenager.”

Lucas can’t help it. He snorts. “Poor Tim.”

His father waves a hand at him. “Well, he’s a member of the household now. A blessedly silent member.”

Lucas raises his brows. He examines the skeleton once more, then leans forward and gently picks up its left arm. He presses the small button on the inside of its wrist.

Tim’s eyes flash red as his jaw drops open in evil, mechanical laughter.

Hugo jumps and curses under his breath again and Lucas lets out a laugh, delighted. He leans back in to grip Tim around the waist, picking him up and drawing that same arm around his shoulder, playing with the skeletal fingers. It’s unexpected. To be turning to his father with a grin, to feel the remnants of laughter settling cosily in his stomach. He likes it, and he likes the soft smile that lightens his father’s eyes, and he likes the comfort of the small space when it lacks the tension and the animosity of the previous few days, of the past week.

He asks, carefully, “What else did you get?”

His father beams. He moves to the bags on the table and begins pulling banners out of the way, followed by a packet of bats and pumpkin lights and various other witchy products. Lucas feels his pleasure grow at each new item and nods approvingly.

“Good idea?”

Lucas nods, humming. “You’ve definitely had worse.”

The man accepts the jibe with nothing more than a small shrug. “You happy enough to take an hour to do it now? I’ll start hanging these around the place and you can get Tim situated. Maybe somewhere around the door?”

“Sounds good,” Lucas agrees. He grips Tim’s arm tighter and carries him out into the hallway, making sure to press the little button once more as he passes his father. He chuckles at the swears he receives in response.

It’s almost therapeutic. Even as the desire to let Tim’s bones scatter on the street grows, there’s something simplistic and soothing about decorating the place. Something that makes it feel a little more like it’s his. A little more like a home. It helps that he loves Halloween. He loves the spookiness, the eeriness, the beauty in the horror. It’s satisfying, watching the angry little pumpkin faces emit a stunningly bright glow. There’s a sort of poetry to all of it, he supposes, to the veil around the world becoming foggy, to the masks people wear becoming visible.

There’s an artistry, too, that he appreciates more than anything. The sharpness, the otherworldliness, the darkness. The meaning under it all, of the in-between.

Beauty in the horror.

He supposes there’s a little beauty, too, in doing it together. They work together to hang the string-lights up in the hall, and the silence isn’t strained or uncomfortable. It’s companionable, filled with little huffs of laughter as one or the other gets caught, or trips, or drops the line. The usual simmering anger that sits in his chest is entirely absent, just for these few moments.

“You used to love Halloween when you were a kid,” his father says suddenly, and Lucas glances over at him. “Your mom always avoided buying stuff she thought would scare you, but you never flinched at any of it. You wanted all the weird loud things that used to make Kes bawl his eyes out. The only things you didn’t want were the spiders.”

Lucas laughs at the idea of little Kes, terrified, and Lucas enjoying scaring him as he had with his dad today. He remembers how his friend would retaliate, finding the biggest fake-spider in the place and sneaking up to set it on Lucas’s shoulder. He’d only stopped at the age of twelve, when Lucas had given him the silent treatment for a week in response. “I did notice you didn’t bring any of those back.”

“I do pay attention, sometimes. I also remember that you liked it most because of all the sweets.”

“You could have just brought back a cake,” Lucas agrees lightly, shooting him a grin.

“Yeah, but we couldn’t have shared that. You would’ve eaten it all yourself.”

Lucas laughs quietly, realising he can’t argue, that there’s plenty of proof in the past to refute anything he would say. There’s a calm that has settled over him, and he relishes in it.

For a moment.

“Hey, Luc,” his father starts slowly, and some of the tension in Lucas returns. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you. It’s a big change, and a bad age to be making it, and I don’t know how many times I can apologise for it before you’ll forgive me.”

Lucas tacks his end of the lights to the wall and listens carefully.

“I should be making it easier for you, but I think it’s pretty obvious that I just have no idea how. It used to be so easy for us, too, you know? I used to know you so well. Now I keep stuffing up.”

Lucas slowly lowers his hands to his sides and turns to face him. “Dad,” he starts, but the man shakes his head.

“I was harsh on you the other night. And the week before that. I know that. I just don’t know what else to do. You don’t let me in. I can only react to what I see. And maybe I overreacted, but I only do what I think is right. I think what worried me most, about the weed, is that it didn’t surprise me. And now, I know, it’s probably natural to all of you nowadays and it might not surprise many, but it’s more that—well it didn’t surprise me that you managed to hide it from me. It was just another nail in the coffin.”

“I don’t hide everything from you,” Lucas says quietly. “You surprise me a lot more often.”

“I know,” Hugo says, just as gentle, abandoning his task to turn to Lucas too. “I know, buddy, and I am sorry. I’m trying to do better. But I need you to try with me.”

Lucas swallows thickly, averting his gaze to his feet for a moment. There’s a war going on in his chest, the childish urge to hold onto this leverage over his father and the desperate desire to give in, to claw for some semblance of harmony. Beyond all of it, canceling out all the rest, is the whisper that whatever answer he gives won’t matter. The harmony could never last, and he’s stupid to hold onto that tiny bit of hope, a tattered little shred he hadn’t even realised he held.

But it’s this little whisper that strengthens his resolve, that makes him return his gaze to the man before him and give a tiny nod.

“Okay. I will. Promise.”

His dad squeezes his shoulder, and none of his anger returns at the contact. He leans into it, and he lets himself hope.

Hugo lets him go and moves to tack up the middle of the string-lights. “So as it’s my proposal, I feel like I should make the first move, and say if you wanted to have a few friends or something over for Halloween, that would be okay.” He pauses. “You have friends here, right?”

Lucas huffs. “Yes, I have managed to make friends here. But everyone will be going out for Halloween. They know I’m not allowed out, so they probably already have plans, or whatever.”

The realisation settles in that this may very well be true, and it’s another sting settling in his heart. He’s still too invested, much too invested, and he still hasn’t figured out what to do about it. Managing his emotions felt a lot easier when he was pretending—even with himself—that he didn’t have any.

Now every time he sees Jens without him, he aches, and when he sees Jens with Jana, he breaks, and when he sees Jens at all, he has various emotions that he really doesn’t want to think about in such close proximity to his father.

His father, who is currently frowning at him in genuine concern. “You really think so? Surely good friends would make the effort to include you.”

Lucas thinks of Jens messaging him about meeting up even while thinking he was in a different country. Of Jens dragging him to the party a few days before that. Always of Jens.

He directs his gaze back down to the ground and shrugs. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t ask that of them. I haven’t even known them that long.”

Hugo sighs and makes his way back to the kitchen, leaving Lucas to stand alone for a moment before following. They hang up half a packet of bats before the older man says, “A curfew is still kind of a punishment, right?”

Lucas whips his head up to look at him. He’s focused on the bat in his hands, unwilling to look at his son and the excitement suddenly building in him. “Yes, definitely. Better than grounding, really. More embarrassing. Will definitely get me laughed at.”

“So, say, if you wanted to go out with these friends of yours. That would be okay, as long as you’re back by midnight?”

Lucas nods quickly. Much too quickly.

Hugo’s eyes narrow. “Midnight’s too good, isn’t it?”

“No, of course not, midnight is super lame.”

“No, make it ten.”

“Ten?” Lucas tosses his hands up. His dad turns to look at him, now raising his brows in challenge. “Eleven,” Lucas counters.

The man considers him. “Ten-thirty. Final offer.”

“Midnight was your first offer!”

Brows are raised further.

Lucas blows out a breath and turns on his heel to collect more bats. “Ten-thirty.”

It takes ten more minutes of hanging decorations before Lucas chances asking.

“So, does this mean I can have my weed back?”

His father stares at him. “Buddy, I might not be able to stop you from smoking it, but I can’t just give it to you. I have some parenting skills, you know.”

“It could be bonding! We could share that too.”

“Nice try. Give me that orange tinsel. We’ll give Tim a little sparkle.”

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Impressions from TTM

Spoilers, spoilers everywhere. Just a big bulleted list of thoughts as I read through the graphic novel. Not a lot of detail included, so it’ll make a lot more sense if you’ve already read it yourself!

looks like Moonshadow elves cross the arms of the dead... when they have a body to bury

it’s nice to see that Rayla imagines Runaan with all his shirts, the way she last saw him

kinda looks like Rayla changed into her jammies right on her bed and dumped her clothes on that little table. maybe she’s afraid of letting the few things she actually possesses out of her sight

listen we get one little panel of Opeli in here and it’s great

Soren’s cape smacking Callum in the face, 10/10

Lujanne’s appearance out of nowhere, along with Allen’s is just adorable, she’s so sparkly. And also she can apparently just turn totally invisible with an illusion spell? Even at a new moon? Probably because of the Nexus I guess

Lujanne’s “Big strong man with big strong feelings.” She and Runaan have exactly the same type and I support them

Allen’s face when Lujanne says it aches to miss Phoe-Phoe

Callum eating off Rayla’s plate and wondering how Lujanne suspected they were a couple, hmmm

Soren and Allen bonding

Rayla warning Lujanne about hand disguises, as if that was something Runaan made very sure she knew

Rayla’s cute chaos grin when Callum’s Aspiro spell goes off is my favorite pic of her in this whole graphic novel

Lujanne’s “Oh.” afterward is my fave pic of her, too, she does not seem to handle reality well!

Bait’s tongue will never get old

Lujanne’s whole speech during Phoe-Phoe’s rebirth ritual is so touching and beautiful, my heart

Lujanne putting the newborn Moon Phoenix into Ezran’s hands, like she knows he’ll have the best connection with her

Callum’s tears as he reminds Rayla that Runaan killed Harrow, he’s trying to move on, but it hurts

Rayla’s self-soothing behavior when she has her second nightmare in the book--she must have these most every night :((((

the big symbol on the Moon Temple doors looks like a stylized Moon staff, like it’s a building for mages

Lujanne saying Rayla might not want or need the truth right after Callum mentions Runaan’s name to her, he sassily asks about her husbands and she turns it into a compliment

Callum’s big reaction to the moon opals is adorable. The only other one he’s seen was part of a pair of treasured gifts between long-time spouses, so it kinda looks like he’s all “uhh we just started dating”

also Ethari must’ve made cute metal swirly covers for the pair he and Runaan wore, since these two are undecorated--maybe he got his from Lujanne?

listen Lujanne is a hoot and all but she’s both an ally and an antagonist. Her actions are trustworthy but her advice is generally terrible. It’s an interesting parallel to how Runaan says a lot with his actions too, but he talks a lot less than Lujanne

Rayla yeeting herself into a fight just to ask Soren for a talk is 10/10 Moonshadow assassin goals

but her hood is up when she’s lurking in the trees--she might not have known where she’d find Soren and was anticipating something less fun on the feels-o-meter

Rayla in the mud again. Soren keeps making people fall in the mud

Allen’s grumpy squiggle

Callum, I love you, but you have no respect for moon opals. It’s like they wronged you in a previous life or something

that dancing elf has very long hair and shoulder pauldrons, and they start off dancing with six kneeling, watching, hooded elves around them--Moon Druids wore hoods even before they were assassins. Considering what Lujanne said about why the portal was sometimes opened, maybe those six kneeling elves are waiting under their emotion-hiding hoods to farewell a loved one who’s recently died?

can’t tell for sure but maybe the elf is dancing along the lines in the stone like they mark patterns for ritual dances, which would be the bomb

Soren and Rayla’s conversation is pretty wrenching. Seeing Soren have to struggle with what he did because it’s tangled up with Viren is rough because as a Crownguard it should just have been his duty to defend his king and he’d have nothing to feel weird about

Rayla dissociating herself from the term “assassins” and Soren dissociating from calling Viren “my father” in the same conversation is 10/10 excellent growth

Soren must know what happens to prisoners his dad gets a hold of, even if he doesn’t know the details :(((

“we captured him” and “Viren took him” seem to be talking about the Crownguard and Viren, not the brodigies and Viren

Rayla having a wooden sword at the end of the day bc she played swordfighting with Allen and Soren all day long

the panel where Rayla doesn’t say anything at all after telling Callum that she asked Soren about Runaan actually says so much, you can hear it

every time Lujanne’s white lies idea gets repeated, things get worse

Allen’s reading glasses, there must be one optician in the human village and he caters to soft kindly gentlemen of a certain age

in the moon phase montage, baby Phoe-Phoe is flying next to Ezran after one week at the Nexus. Maybe he’s paying her back by helping her learn to fly after she helped him teach Zym how to fly! Did they bond as tightly as Ezran did with Zym? I support Ezran just bonding with the most powerful flying creatures in all the land.

the irony of Callum using Lujanne’s tactics against her is amazing, but really the white lies thing is a giant ball of chaos in this story and it does not play favorites

Bait on the stone pillar during rebuilding

all the noises the Moonhenge makes are 10/10

Rayla dancing with Callum even though there’s almost no chance she’s ever done that dance before

Lujanne’s pupils going white, that is a cool effect, what’s it mean?

the black moon in the pink sky is so spooky! Is it just me or does the color scheme here kinda vibe like the space outside Aaravos’s library?

the smoky assassin squad, 10/10 creep factor, I love it

the lightning being a literal crack of doom with “CRAK-DOOM” as Katolis Castle appears, “echoes of thunder” indeed, very nice

Lujanne being mad but she can’t decide if it’s at Callum or herself

when she says pulling Rayla out now will leave her soul on one side and her body a husk. After the Insta live stream last night where we learned that soulfang serpents are Moon primal creatures, that’s... super interesting

smoky assassins go tssh in the rain like they’re still hot from being cremated, thanks I hate it

Andromeda finds Rayla first and seems closest/most aggressive so I wonder why she might hate Rayla more than the others

the assassins’ wrist bindings have gone red but they’re still attached and seem to trap the souls where they are. But all they need to be free is to perceive that Rayla completed their task, even though we know otherwise. So... would that work for killing any target? If you’re certain that you did it, does your binding fall off even if you’re wrong? eyes Pip

this must not be the actual afterlife since the spirits kind of mist up toward the moon and vanish, it’s more like a lobby, no one stays here unless they get stuck

portaling around just by shouting at villains, excellent

Rayla literally dropping a sword at the sight of the pod Viren’s in, yeah, it’s that creepy, I agree

Viren’s eyes are so black I think they’re Aaravos’s. I got a whole headcanon on Good Viren and Evil Viren for S4 now, wow

Phoe-Phoe pulling out a feather for Callum, awww my heart! This is why Ezran had to come, to bond with her so together they could save Callum and Rayla, it’s so sweet

so these humans are from the Storm Spire battle, bc that’s the Storm Spire behind Rayla and Callum on p108, with the rune-written arch. Did they die hating Rayla and Callum from the battle? Did they even know Rayla was up there? Or is pod Viren/Aaravos actually making them attack out of hatred for Viren’s death? One of these is definitely creepier and more awesome

Rayla’s confidence that Callum can and will boost her at the right moment with his magic, my heart, I love battle couples

that one panel that mirrors the Ghost Feather key art, hhhhhh

Rayla being the better swimmer, such precious irony, thanks Runaan

them holding hands and swimming upward together on the full-page panel is blessed

Lujanne pulling Rayla out of the lake with both arms gives me feels bc my grandma saved my life once

Lujanne being super soft over Rayllum, she is indeed a hopeless romantic

Rayla says “gone” about her parents and Runaan, and that’s the word Ethari used too, and I’m suddenly wondering if Ethari reached right into that pool and has always known that the lotus is half-submerged and if the sword he’s been making is for himself

I’m so glad Rayla told Callum what she saw of Viren

Rayla deceiving Callum and heading into danger alone because his life is more valuable to her than her own is exactly what Runaan did for her the night of the full moon in Katolis. I’m leaning toward her having thought this over and doing it on purpose bc she believes it’s a sign of deepest love--that Runaan’s actions and Lujanne’s words match up in her head, so she thinks it’s the right thing to do bc the mage and the assassin agree. Alas, Callum doesn’t understand the Moon arcanum yet, so he will have a different opinion. That mage and that assassin do not agree!

Rayla’s cloak has that Moon Temple symbol on its back. Is it Lujanne’s cloak? Any Moonshadow who sees it will probably know where she got it and who helped her. That could be fun!

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ROBERT “BOBBY” MCKENZIE —

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24 (25) years young

Born in Dundee, raised in Glasgow, Scotland

Jamaican father named Badrick who is a African studies professor

Caucasian/Scottish mother named Catriona who used to be a au pair but now works as a receptionist in senior living — one eye is honey hazel and the other a dark brown

It was difficult growing up in a school that didn’t accept Bobby being biracial, it resulted in bullying to the point where he needed to switch schools (A lawsuit was also in place) The next school was slightly better but Bobby slowly learned to accept himself as it was not something he could control and not something he would want to in the first place. He was proud of where he came from and never thought he was better or less than anyone else, that wasn’t how he was raised

He’s an only child, his parents thought about adopting (and fostering) but with Bobby they had their hands full and he was just enough for them

His family is very family-oriented so he would never have to feel lonely since they gave him a lot of attention, slightly making him spoiled but he was also around his cousins & spending time with them as well

He’s extremely close to his younger cousin (only by a few months) Femi who he views as his sister. They’ve been through a lot together and are always there for each other so it only makes sense

Most likely an active kid always up to some sort of shenanigans whether it’s by himself or with his group of friends, “why would you do that Bobby?” “Don’t ask why but ask, why not!?”

Definitely suffered some broken bones, concussions, & sprain injuries but would never show signs of pain...guys got a high pain tolerance that’s for sure

Fan of films/series “stand by me” & “the goonies” & “scooby doo” since he feels they relate to his life??

Hospital caterer and loves making those feel better with food that he’s created. If he can’t put a smile on patients face with words then he feels like he can show them with food

Food is an art to him. He went to school for culinary & it’s very important for him to show how much it is to him. He picked up the craft from of course his family, who always used food for numerous of things: to bring people together is one of them

Perfected Jerk haggis, it is now he favorite dish next to desert & breakfast!

I’m struggling to figure out what sign he maybe? He’s very playful which may come off as childish at times, which makes me think of Leo? (Maybe Gemini?) Only because they usually hold onto their childhood as best as they can, very generous, & give their energy to you but I also don’t see him being a fire sign at all? So maybe very little Leo in his chart. I also feel like he might be a bit of an empath? He knows when situations around him don’t feel right, knows how to read the room, and always wants to help others by lighting things up.

Idk but I’m feeling he’s libra sun + Gemini moon + Leo rising? Who knows

Probably lived in a 2 bed flat with his old uni mate. It was small and a bit shit but it was their shit and they made the best of it

Now lives in a stone cottage or farmhouse with MC that was built in the 1900’s & is slightly haunted. He’s decided to call them Duncan??? But he believes they’re a good spirit, maybe even a friendly ghost!? since he got comfortable with the bizarre happenings in the new flat & it doesn’t seem like they want to hurt them

Lottie offered to bring her ouija board next time she visited—Bobby declined

House is mostly neutral based but three of the rooms in the flat are covered in ridiculous patterned walls or furniture much to MC’s distaste but, “what’s yours is mine” right? No. But Gary approves!

Has two dogs: a terrier & a collie since MC wasn’t down for getting a sheep

They do have chickens to raise their own eggs tho!

Definitely the kind of significant other that will ride on the cart when they’re out grocery shopping, will make you breakfast in bed, & will send you memes while he’s at home and you’re out or even when he’s at work and you’re at home, let’s you put his arm to sleep when you’re laying on it in bed (big ass head gang!), definitely chooses the candles from bath & body works that smell like food items (majority of them suck let’s be honest)

Probably smells like cucumber, melons, lemons, and eucalyptus

Has your wedding date in his IG bio & is proud

Annoys Gary & Lottie with his food pics, “oh, Not this shit again! 😡 looks brilliant, but enough!”

Has zoom/FaceTime movie nights with Marisol & MC who stopped feeling like she was third-wheeling months ago

Talks to hope & Noah (in the background) as much as he can. Feels like they’re his inspiration for love, even tho he’s the only one married out of the villa

He values marriage just like his parents do and often has Sunday dinners with them & MC ofc

Probably has relationship guide books and only reads them out of boredom but finds fascinating facts/advice if he pays attention & tries to apply it to his relationship with mc. If it works, it works! & If it doesn’t, you can’t say he didn’t try!

Works long hours but will still come home to cook for MC or brings leftovers from the events he’s catered (most are for the hospital but occasionally he’ll do other events)

Has a separate IG for his work

When WAP dropped, he almost lost his shit. Even tried to get MC to do the challenge with him, he’s pretty bad but MC eventually learned it just for him 😜

Is thrilled that Cardi made the best decision EVER on divorcing offset, “are you thinking of leaving me now?” “... I might.” “BOBBY!” “Haha, I love you!

Absolutely loves Christmas!!! It’s his favorite holiday and he loves giving back to everyone in his life. Usually he’s working overtime for the holidays & it makes him emotional due to the stories he hears & he puts a little extra love in his food

Goes all out for Christmas. Tries to buy/make everyone something. Even if he doesn’t really care for them...he’ll at least send them a x-mas card, if they keep it or burn it it’s entirely up to them—if he knew about it he’d probably be a little sad not gonna lie...he’s a soft king

Once bought Lottie black crocs with spooky pins , “are you joking Bobby?!” He knows she secretly loved them

Uses salt and peppermint in his dark hot cocoa...

Rather make deserts for Christmas than the food, he feels like it’s his duty

King of giving the thumbs up, especially when situations have gone to shit. He’ll still shoot them up with a smile or a grimace

Always inviting someone somewhere. “Bobby, hun. You’re 4-6 hrs away and it’s 1 am.” Hope groaned after listening to his bright idea, thinking something bad happened. “Ah, you could still make it if you tried, lassie.” “I’m gonna hang up now. Good night, bonkers man.”

Needs constant reminding when to get his locs touched up & moisturized

Either has a trampoline or a funhouse jumper in his backyard (maybe both) “we’ve got the space and this is better than a pool, or almost!”

Wants children, a whole footie team! There’s no specific time frame for him, when it happens, it happens

Used to cool & wet temps & loves vacationing in Greenland. Sure the hot weather he experienced in the villa was awesome & something different than what he’s used to but you can’t take the scot out of the man. So he typically sticks to places that are similar in temps, that way he doesn’t have to change his clothing choices much

Loves a good bath. Bubble baths are better than bath bombs to him, PERIOD!

Loves bubbles so much he put too much laundry detergent in the wash (does this on purpose now) and came back home to the dogs and room covered in it. Do you think he cleaned it up before MC came home? No. He decided to have a bubble party in the room with a Caribbean playlist playing in the background

MC definitely posted about it the first time & joined him for a bit, dreading the work that came with cleaning it all up. Now whenever Bobby needs a bubble party, he knows what to do. MC preferred him to have his little bubble party in the tub but 50% of the time he chooses not to listen & they leave him to pout & clean it himself

Likes to hold hands with fingers interlocked. When it’s cold and if you’re both wearing hoodies, he’ll slide his hand inside the arm of your hoodie to help keep you warm

Canon: His version of a snack is spaghetti hoops on toast & can eat that for the rest of his life & be content

If he didn’t end up marrying MC, probably finds his significant other working as a nurse at one of the hospitals he caters to or a volunteer at a old folks home

Never had a serious relationship, very few hookups, was either always placed in the friend zone or there was one person he wanted to be serious with but they rejected him and continued loving someone else who treated them like shit—so he kinda swore off of relationships and just flirted a bunch and kept his love life non-existent

Fav ice cream? Rocky road ice cream with one scoop of cotton candy & one scoop of cookie butter blue

Doesn’t believe in measuring when it comes to culinary. He uses his eyes as his measurement, could be a bad thing, could be a good thing, that’s up to you

If he’s up at night, he’s eating something sweet. A nice glass of single malt scotch whiskey + a splash of coconut milk (🤢) with a slice of angel food cake & he’s out like a light

Absolutely loves shopping for the kitchen, finds immense joy in doing so. If you lose him in a store, one of the places you’ll most likely find him is in the kitchen decor area

Owns a bagpipe & wants to get better at it, even tho he scared the living shit out of his dogs & chickens

Wears his shades quite a bit even tho the weather is hardly sunny and mainly windy & damp

Will hold the door for strangers even if they don’t say thank you

He’s open when it comes to music. Will listen to anything but feels like the music has to be a purpose for something...Everything he does in his day to day life has to feel like a soundtrack to him since in his mind he’s daydreaming about his life being made into a movie. Who isn’t?

He thinks wentworth Miller should play him in a film and that kid from blackish should play him when he was a wee lad, Marcus Scribner

Always keeps a positive attitude because he knows what it feels like to feel low and he doesn’t want anybody else in the world to feel like that so he wants to uplift and if he can try to be someone’s happiness he’ll gladly be that— which isn’t always the right move, he learned

Listens to: Rotimi, Shaggy, Sean Paul, Skip Marley, H.E.R., Jhene Aiko, Jorja Smith, UMI, The Kooks, The Killers, Cold War kids, Milky chance, Blood Orange, The 1975, Vampire Weekend, Bad Suns, BRYSON TILLER, Kilo Kish, & Ella Eyre (although he misses her old music)

Celeb crushes? Cardi B is his mfkin celeb wife okay?! Nobody else comes above her! He also thinks FKA twigs is pretty & super talented, sevdaliza!, Tia & Tamera, Iman, and brandy from the 90s makes him swoon

Anthem = jaden, “Boys and Girls”

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Don’t Hurt Him

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Pairings -  Adam Page x OFC, Chuck Taylor x OC, Marq Quen x OFC

Catergories - Fluff, comedy and kinda angsty at the end

Warnings/Promises - Cheating, cussing

Word Count - 2,333

Summary/Desc - Marq and Bri get closer, week by week. Though, there is a slight dilemma in the road.

@kploveswrestling​ ,,,Bri and Alex might have something in common here

Another week at Daily’s Place for Gabby, Parker and Bri. Well, for Gab and Parker.

“Where is she?” Parker said, pacing back and forth in the parking lot. “You act like I know.” Gabby said, smacking her lips. The two had been calling and texting Bri for 30 minutes, not sure where the hell she was. “How much do you wanna bet that she’s sleeping?” Gabby asked, thinking of things Bri usually does.

Parker stopped her pacing and looked over at Gabby, “23 dollars.” “That’s very specific.”

“You’re very specific.” “Parker that makes no fucking sense!” “You make no fucking sense!” “Y’know what-” The two sat there arguing when they were stopped by the honk of a horn. They looked over to see a car pulling up. They had no idea who it was, until Bri stepped out of the passenger seat. “Brianna where the fuck were y-” Gabby was about to yell, when Marq also stepped out of the car.

“She was with me. Sorry that we lost track of time.” He said, happiness in his voice. Parker glared at Marq, swiping her tongue across her teeth. She was about to argue with him before her face softened and she held out her hand, “Pay up Gabby.”

“Goddamnit.” Gabby grumbled under her breath, paying up.

Marq looked over at Bri, “I’m gonna go find Isiah, meet up with us in 20?” Bri nodded, a certain look in her eyes. Marq just smiled and walked towards the building, “Catch you guys later.”

Gabby started grinning at Bri, “What?!” Gabby held her hands up in defense, “Nothing! Nothing.” “Just that you and Marq are in looove.” Parker said, voice girly at the end.

Bri shoved past the two, “Shut up, we are not.” “Okay then what are you two?” Gabby asked, genuinely curious. Bri stopped and turned around, a huge smile on her face, “I don’t know yet, but I really really like him.”

“Then ask him out!” Parker exclaimed. Bri turned away from the two and walked away mumbling, “We’ll see.”

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Gabby was sitting in the EVP’s room, waiting on Adam. When she heard footsteps. “Why are you in here?” She looked up from her phone to see Kenny Omega above her. “I’m waiting for Adam to get back.”She said in confusion, could she not be back here? “Well uh, I need to talk to both of you anyways, but mostly you.” Kenny sat besides Gabby. “What is it?” Gabby folded her hands in her lap, interested in what Kenny had to say.

“I don’t know you. But I don’t like this thing you and Adam have. You're making him worse.” Kenny spat while looking down at the ground, not being able to look Gabby in the eye. “Worse?! That man isn’t worse Kenny, he’s being himself.” Gabby aggressively stated, she was offended by his words. “Look Gabby, no.” Kenny laughed in a serious matter, “He is not being himself ok? I’ve known him for years and he’s never been drinking this heavily. I blame YOU!” He shouted.

Gabby smirked, “What Kenny? Ya jealous you can’t find love? Get over yourself and let your friend be happy.” Gabby got up from her seat, Kenny got up as well. “Who the fuck are you to tell me about my love life? You’re not what he needs.” Kenny got in her face. “You know what? I’m gonna leave before I say something I’m gonna regret.” She gave him the middle finger before walking out the door.

Gabby walked out the room when on her way down the hallway she ran into Adam. “Gabby?” He mumbled out, obviously drinking again. She stop in her footsteps, “Get your fucking friends in line Adam. Because I’m not dealing with that.” Gabby said. Then kept walking, not wanting to deal with Adam right now.

Who The Fuck Is Griff Garrison?

Parker sat on her phone, living her best socially awkward life and sat on the apron of the ring. For the first time on Being The Elite she was genuinely smiling, that is until Alex Reynolds and John Silver walked up. 

“Parker! Good to see ya!” John spoke up, happy tone in his voice. She rolled her eyes and groaned, “What the fuck do you guys want now?” Alex chuckled, “I think it’s pretty clear, we-”

“Want me in the Dark Order?”

“Yes, yes exactly!” Parker shook her head, “I made it pretty clear that it’s a no.” John put his hands up, trying to reason with her, “Listen, we got Colt, we got Anna Jay, you, my friend, are the perfect edition to the Dark Order.”

“No.”

“Oh come on! You would be another one of the first evers!” Parker arched a brow, “Really? Like what?”

John stuttered for a second before speaking up, “You’d be the first non-binary member!” “And?” “And the first one who’s 5’10!”

“Stu Grayson is 5’10. See you guys can’t even keep track of all of them.” John and Alex whispered back and forth for a moment before looking back to Parker, “Well, your anger issues can actually play a huge part in-”

“Anger issues!? You’d better hope I don’t smack your idiotic big ass heads off your shoulders!” Alex leaned down to John, “I told you.”

“Y’know what? That’s it!” Parker stomped off camera while Reynolds and Silver taunted her, “Alright fine!” “Walk away you pussy!”

Their words suddenly stopped when she walked back, arm ahold of Mr. Brodie Lee, “What’s his face, House Mouse over there,” she pointed towards John, “had the AUDACITY, to insult me, saying I had anger issues, and call me a certain word when I walked away.”

John tried to convince Brodie that it wasn’t true when Parker continued, “And Pretty Boy over here,” She paused, “Well he didn’t do anything. So you, gentleman, correction, spooky perverts, will not be seeing me in the Dark Order.”

She grabbed her jacket, “Good day!” “But-” Parker turned around, clearly stifling laughter, “I said good day.”

Brodie turned to John, no words coming out of his mouth, all he did was pull out papers and throw them at Silver’s face. “Gah!”

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What Nick you’re not gonna sing it all with me this time?

After BTE, Parker was talking with the three men she had done her bit with this week, “Way to call out my anger issues guys.” The three men laughed before Alex spoke up, “I mean, are we wrong?” “Watch it pretty boy.”

The conversation went on for a few minutes before Chuck snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, she let out a small yelp before she saw who it was, she rolled her eyes and smiled, “Why you gotta scare me?”

Chuck shrugged, “Because it’s fun and you look adorable when you get scared.” The three men in front of them made that annoying “aw” sound. “Bye now.” She said, grabbing Chuck’s hand and walking them away. “You have to let people call you cute at some point!” “Shut it pretty boy!”

Chuck looked down at Parker, brows raised, “Pretty boy?” She put her hand on his arm, “Oh come on it’s just a nickname. You know you’re my only pretty boy.” 

Chuck put his hand around her shoulder, “And you’re my only whatever.” “Even though you could go for anyone else yet you go for me.”

Chuck signed before he turned and hugged her, “Stop over thinking it,” He said in a soft voice, “It’s only been a few weeks and I can already tell you’re about to be one of the best things that's ever happened to me, ya idiot.”

She looked up at him and smiled, “I’ll try, for you.” They shared a kiss before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, “C’mon, let’s go read the comments about us.”

Brianna walked into the bar, without Marq surprisingly.

“Bri!” Gabby nudged her shoulder in a greeting matter. “Hey bitch! And hey, Adam, and Cash?” Gabby nodded and chuckled, “Look I don’t wanna come off weird but, you should come out with us.” Gabby took a sip of her alcohol. “Yeah Bri, see Cash here he uh, can help you around.” Adam explained. Cash waved at Bri, his way of greeting her. “Gabby you do know I’m in a sorta kinda relationship right?” Bri and Marq still didn’t know what they were, all Bri knew is that she really liked him.

“See keywords sorta kinda, ma’am you can go out once.” “You know what? Whatever I’ll go.” Bri gave in. “Great!” Cash tilted his cup towards Bri, while she tried to hide that she was blushing.

 The couple had walked over to their usual spot where they had multiple shot glasses, full of alcohol. “You wanna know something babe?” Adam took one shot. “What is it?” Gabby took one shot, then smiled at him. “Getting drunk with love helps my anxiousness.” Adam took another shot. “Aww Adam, I love you so much.” Gabby ran her hand through his long curly hair.

 “You know I really enjoyed myself last night.” Gabby smirked, taking another shot. “Oh really?” Adam's eyebrows lifted, the previous night they slept with each other for the first time. “Yessir.” Gabby said, pulling Adam in for a kiss. Adam smirked at the ground then looking back at her, “Well I’m glad you did, I don’t wanna make you anything less than happy.” Adam made his lips down to her neck. Gabby pulled his head up from her then looked him in his eye. “Same for you.”

 In the corner, far away from Gabby and Adam, were Bri and Cash, who actually seemed quite awkward.

“So...how long have you, Gabby and Parker been friends?” Bri smiled, “Well Gabby and I have been friends for the longest, we made a group chat that we thought would die within a few days, but I met Parker there, and the rest is history. How did you and Dax become friends?”

 Cash took a drink before answering, “We almost instantly became friends for our respect for Bret Hart, and look at where we are now. Weird things happen.” Bri laughed and absentmindedly put her hand on his shoulder.

 Many topics and a many drinks later, Bri and Cash were pretty much shit-faced.

 “So you and Marq, how long have y’all been dating?” “Oh, we’re not, y’know, dating.”

 “Really? I just assumed that you two were, considering you guys have been together a lot these past few weeks.” “I mean, yeah, it’s been like what a month or two? He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet.”

 “So would it be okay if I called you beautiful?” Bri let out a flirty laugh, “Of course.”

 “What about if I tell you I’ve had my eyes on you since you first walked in here with Parker and Gab?” “Then I wouldn’t stop you at all.” Cash put his hand on her thigh, “How about I kiss you right now?” Bri bit her lip, “Do it.”

 Cash listened to Bri and connected his lips with her. He pulled away, “That was...I’m sorry I don’t know why I asked that.” Bri put her hand on his chest, “Don’t apologize, just do it again.”

 Cash pulled Bri back, hands on her waist while her hands tangled in his hair. Even if they weren’t in a dark corner, Adam and Gabby were too distracted by each other, so no one could see Cash and Bri, at least that’s what they thought.

 They heard a cough, interrupting them, they looked up to see the surprising duo of Isiah and Parker, probably looking for Bri. “Excuse me, could we borrow Bri for a moment.”

 Bri laughed, still shit-faced, “Be right back handsome.” She got up, and Isiah grabbed her by the arm, dragging her away from Cash.

 “Bri what the fuck?” Parker spat. “What Parker, I’m just having a little fun.” “You are kissing someone that isn’t Marq.” Isiah said, trying to stick up for his best friend. “Marq isn’t even my boyfriend, plus he doesn’t need to know, you guys just have to keep it a secret….shhhhhhhhhh.” She held up her finger to her mouth, while laughing like it was some joke.

 Parker looked over at Isiah, “What do we do?” 

 Isiah just scoffed, “Well, I don’t want my best friend heartbroken, so I’ll keep it a secret. I don’t know how long.” He looked over at Bri, “Cause Marq is important to me.” He turned to walk away, “Catch you later Parker.”

 Bri just laughed, “What’s the problem with him?”

 “Do you not even realize what you just did?” Bri just shrugged, “No, not really.” Parker shook her head, “Don’t hurt Marq, Bri. I’m serious.”

 “I won’t!”

 Parker walked away, angrily. Bri heard a ding from her phone. She saw it to see it was a text from Cash.

 Don’t worry, what Marq doesn’t know won’t kill him ;)

You can come stay in my room tonight if you want

 Suddenly Bri realized that what she was doing was wrong, but, she still wanted to do it. “Fuck. This is really really bad.”

 Cash walked out of the bar, clearly impatient, “You comin with me?”

 Bri bit her lip, “Let’s go.” From inside, Gabby and Adam saw the pair walk away, “Maybe, he’s just showing her around.” He suggested.

 Gabby sighed, “Yeah, but I’m sure it’s not around Daily’s Place.” Bri and Cash got in a Lyft, Marq completely off her mind.

 What Marq doesn’t know, won’t kill him. Right?

Omg???? Part 3??? On a Sunday??? Sorry guys! I got school tomorrow and won’t be able to take my laptop to school. BUT part 4 WILL be out next MONDAY. Hope you enjoyed! <3

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Guardian of creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 6

*Author’s note*

Hey gang well even though Halloween is over, I’m still gonna continue updating this story but I think I’ll end the Hallowqueen tags since it’s no longer the spooky time anymore. Also this chapter is the one I’ve been dying to write along with the next one coming up, because now instead of just a quick scene or mention of his name, Freddie Mercury our beloved Naga finally makes a real appearance in this story, and from here on out he will. Also please listen to the song choices I have selected for you all to help you get into the mood of the scene.

Warnings: Snake-like mentions (for those that are afraid of snakes), attempts of drowning, some fluff, magic, and mentions of killing monsters.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​ @waddles03​  @psychosupernatural​  @ixchel-9275​  @simonedk​  @queensdivas​  @queen-paladin​  @queendeakyy​  @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​  @dancingcoolcat​  @geek-and-proud​  @kinole009x​  @wormzteef​

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Chapter 6,

The Final Test

Days went by and you were learning more and more spells each day.  As each day that went by, your magic grew stronger and stronger.  Soon enough you were at the very level of magic that John and Serafina were by the time they were in their 2nd year.

But soon came the day that you would never forget.  The day you met—him.

*May 21st, 1926, 9:25am*

You just woke up from a long night’s rest.  You flick the sheets back up to fold themselves up and then you snap your fingers as you say your destined clothing choice for today. The wardrobe opens up and flicks you your clothing of choice and you get yourself dressed.

Walking down the stairs you come into the kitchen to see breakfast is ready but no one is in the kitchen.

“John? Serafina? Roger? Brian? Hello? Is anyone here?” as you walk along the kitchen that’s when you finally take notice of a note with your name on it.  You pick it up and unfold it before reading it out-loud. “Had to go into town to handle something at the club. No need to worry everything’s alright just some scheduling mishaps. Prepared your favorite meal so it should still be warm. After breakfast go downstairs to the basement for a meeting that you are now ready to have. Love Serafina.”

You set the note down confused at first.

“‘Meeting that I’m now ready for?’ what does she mean by that?” Wait…….she couldn’t mean.

‘It’d be best to come downstairs now. I hate it whenever someone comes smelling like food when I’ve yet to have my meal.’ A voice says in your head.  That very same hissing, haunting yet soft voice you heard the night you were taken by Jarod. You feel your heart beating faster and your anxiety starts to race.

You were finally going to meet the mysterious and most dangerous mythical creature the world has ever known.  You were finally going to meet Freddie.  Remembering how you were told that Naga’s don’t like to be offended, you quickly race towards the door that led to the basement.  You had never been down there but you knew where the door was thanks to the tour they gave you when you officially moved in.

Gulping nervously you reach for the door handle and slowly turn it downwards and the door creaks up.  Inside you could see nothing but darkness.  Taking out Serafina’s wand you say.

“Lumos.” And the tip of her wand lights up as you slowly begin to descend down the stairs.

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You begin to notice that the further down you got, the less of a house it became.  Soon enough you were walking through what looked like a cave.  The cold breeze brushed against your arms, the rhythmic drip-drips of water that fell from the ceiling of the cave to the puddles down below, and it was so dark that you couldn’t even see what was in front of you anymore.

“F-Freddie?” you softly call out.  Only silence was your response in the cave.  “Freddie Mercury?”

“Well, at lasssst we meet.” You quickly turn around and all you can see are coils slithering about.  The coils were thicker than the most muscular man’s thigh, and was dark green with a hint of yellow. “(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n). Their power ssstill growing.” You turn around again but all you still see are coils slithering about on top of one another.

Jesus just how big was he?

You keep spinning about trying to find his face when suddenly as you turn one last time, he is suddenly there.  You jump back slightly at the sudden appearance of his human half and you finally get a look at the Last of the Nagas.

Long, madded black hair that reminded you of a lion’s mane that framed his face perfectly and rested just above his shoulders. Yellow-snake-like eyes that stared straight into yours, piercing your very soul and sending shivers up your spine.

Green scales also came up along his arms, decorated across his chest, neck and face.  You also saw a couple of golden gauntlets resting along his forearms, his fingers were long, slim and sharpened at the point with long claw-like fingernails. But what really frightened you the most was the noticeable overbite he had.  Instead of normal teeth, they were curved and sharp, like a real pythons teeth.

And true to what everyone said, just below the waist the rest of his body was a snake’s tail instead of human limbs.  He slowly slithered across from you as he said in that chilling voice of his.

“Are you afraid of me? Darling.” You take a hesitant step back and stammer.

“N-no.” you jump as you feel the brush of his coil at your back and your eyes follow it only to now see Freddie right in your face and he says as his index and thumb cup the bottom of your chin.

“Sometimes fear….is the only intelligent responssse.” You knew you should look away from his eyes less you be hypnotized but your fear made you freeze and choke up as you were forced to keep direct eye contact. The hint of a sadistic-like grin spreads at the corner of his lips as he toys with you by saying, “Don’t you think?” you don’t respond.

The grin falls from his face as he released your chin and slowly slithers to your right.

“Say something.” He softly demands you. “Or I shall get bored.” He then slithers towards a portion of his coils and slithers around on top of himself.  

It was almost kinda sensual to watch as he would stretch his arms out, or curl in on himself, and were you hearing a slight purr come out of him? Do snakes even purr?

“And when I get bored…..” he groaned out, but then faster than lightning he appeared right before you again as he growled out angrily, “I get HUNGRY!” his fangs bared and you could see the rows and rows of teeth behind his overbite.

Shit he was getting offended! Don’t fuck this up (Y/n) they told you it’s never a good idea to offend a Naga and you really didn’t want to get eaten today.

“I know you wish to speak your mind. Now talk!” he hissed as he came around behind you and hissed in your ear.

“Why did you save me from Prince Jarod of the Faes?” that was the first thing to come out of your mouth.  Now whether or not that was what you really wanted to ask him when you got the chance to meet him, you couldn’t answer that.  But it was already done.

You hear him hiss in slight surprise and his coils got riled up as they began slithering about faster as Freddie said.

“Why do you think these misfits brought you here to live with them? Why do you think we sought out John and Serafina to be the King and Queen pieces in this game of Ultimate chessss?” Freddie questioned out as he slithered around you.

You didn’t take your eyes off of him for a second.  King and Queen of a chess set? Bringing me to live here? Just what the hell was going on?

“What are you talking about?” you demanded.

“Oh come now, even you must think this is unusual.” Freddie said as he had himself raised up over you, probably now standing 7-9ft tall. His forked tongue poked out as he continued to glare down at you. “One human out of billions of you in the world, learning the ways of the Magic wielders. Learning of Elves, and Nokkssss.”

Suddenly you felt this excruciating pain all over your body. It was almost as if you were trapped underneath a car and it was continuously sinking down on top of you. You tried to free yourself but you found your legs were trapped together and your arms were starting to close in around your side.

You also felt yourself being lifted into the air and you then realized just what was happening.  Freddie had trapped you in his coils! And he was squeezing you tighter and tighter.

All you could do was scream in agony as his coils continued to wrap around you tighter and tighter.  You cries fell on Freddie’s deaf ears, in fact you thought he was taking pleasure at hearing your screams and cries of pain and agony.  In the darkness of the cave, your senses were heightened.  The pain felt twice as agonizing and you were powerless to fight back.

Blood rushed to your head as your neck was now the last thing to be coiled up as Freddie’s voice echoed through the darkness.

“I think it’s time you realized dearie, that you are the Knight in which our plan can fully execute.” And just like that. Freddie’s coils set you down and you quickly took in as much air as you could.

Coughing and feeling around for Serafina’s wand to try and light the cave back up to give you some sense of comfort.  But you fearfully turn towards the wall of a cave as Freddie slithers right towards you, his eyes now starting to shift and spiral.

“Every day, as your complete each test.” He hisses out. “Every day, you come closer to our goal.” He’s now once again standing over you, his hypnotic eyes staring down at you and you soon begin to see flashes of multiple wars, fire burning homes and forests, and wizards in black suits or dresses.

You also heard agonizing screaming and creatures of various forms and sizes being slaughtered in cold blood.  A wicked maniacal witch’s laugh echoed through your head as you saw creatures being killed.  How could anyone be so cruel as to do something like this and just laugh about it?

‘For too long we have been hunted. And killed. But now the time has come. For us to finally take our stand! With John and Serafina at the lead.’ You then saw John and Serafina standing side by side before a crowd of various mythical creatures.  The two of them raised their arms up almost like they were giving a battle speech. ‘What say you now? Our human knight?’ you then saw yourself surrounded by fire.

You looked all dirty and covered with ash and blood but in your hand you were holding something but it was unclear just what it was. But you saw your eyes were cold, distant, and ready to kill whoever it was you were facing.

“Do you hear?” You snap out of the vision as Freddie slithers past you and he stares upward.  Faintly you could hear the sounds of thunder rumbling in the sky. “The final test—commences.” He then turns back towards you and he says with a grin, “I shall be watching.”

Feeling the wand being placed in your hand you quickly mutter the Lumos spell and quickly race back up the stairs.  When you finally reach the safety of the main level, you slam the door shut and slowly collapse to the ground, your back leaning against the wooden door.

The adrenaline finally died out from your body and you were left trembling so hard, it was like you had just come out of a winter’s storm. Your shoulders shaking and tears falling down your face.  Dear god you had never felt more afraid in your entire life.

A hand gently cups the side of your head and you feel this immense warmth overflow your senses.  Your anxiety stops and you can feel your tears drying up.  Lifting up your head you see John sitting in front of you.

“The first meeting with him can be frightening.”

“That’s an understatement.” You mutter shamefully as you turn your head.

“We told him to not go over the top but you can never tell whether a Naga will keep his word. Here, eat this.” He then takes out from his pocket a piece of chocolate.  “It always helped Serafina calm down. Plus it’s the one thing I’ve admired that humans help improve. Putting chocolate into a bar, genius engineering.”

Wow.  This was probably the first time you’ve ever seen John act so—nurturing towards you. Like a father consoling their crying child.  You take the chocolate bar and take a small bite of it and immediately you start to feel better.  Chocolate always did that after all.

“He…..” you start off saying but Freddie’s voice came into your head, hissing.

‘Bessst not let them know what we’ve talked about. What happenssss in the basement, ssstayssss in the basement.’

“He what?” John asks you.  Fearing that Freddie may come up and squeeze you to death in his coils again (maybe this time even eat you) you shake your head.

“He……is he always like that?” you say after a moment of silence. He scoffs softly and says.

“In more ways than one. He doesn’t like to show it but he does have a soft side. It’s just in the nature of a Naga to be defensive as well as cunning. But they are wise. It was said that Balthazar himself sought council with the Nagas.” You think back to the visions that you were shown of all those creatures being hunted and killed, John and Serafina leading an army and of course you holding the mysterious weapon.

“You said that you would monitor my final test today right?”

“Yes. But we’ll do that after you’ve calmed down. When you’re ready meet me by the lake.” He stands up and walks out, but he advises you one last time to finish the chocolate bar.  You smile and didn’t hesitate in finishing the rest of it.

After also getting a tall glass of your favorite drink to wash the chocolate out of your mouth, you did as John said and met him at the lake. The sky was grey and dark as thunder was gently rumbling from the sky.

“So what’s my final test?” you ask him.

“You’ll see.” He walks right up to the lake and looks down at his reflection.  You stand next to him and he turns to you saying. “Swim down.”

“What?”

“Is there an echo in here? I said swim down.”

“How far do you want me to go?”

“As far as you can go. I’ll be right behind you.” his eyes showed that he wasn’t joking or messing around with you.  you look down at the still lake and take a deep breath before diving right on in.

You open your eyes just enough for you to see what was in front of you and you swim down.  You began to notice that no matter how far you swam down, you still didn’t see the bottom.

As you continued to swim down, your lungs soon felt like they were on fire.  So you decided it was time to go back up for air.  But suddenly the water around you began to push you sideways every time you tried to swim up.  

It was like you were in a washing machine as the waves kept thrashing you around.  Exhaustion and lack of air soon began to hit you hard as your vision turned black, but before you felt yourself pass out, a force of magic grabbed you and pulled you out of the water and you took a desperate breath of air.

You coughed out harshly as you felt yourself being lowered down to a mushy pebbled surface.  On your hands and knees you coughed and gasped in as much air as you could, all the while shivering from the sudden cold breeze that was blowing across your body.

You look up and saw nothing but dark thunder clouds and a vast ocean ahead of you.  Wait an ocean? You were swimming down a lake and now you’re at a beach of some sorts?

“This is where your final test begins.” John’s voice soon spoke up.  You turn behind you to see him standing there, staring beyond the raging sea.

“And it took nearly dying to get here?”

“Water transportation can be tricky, but you know you could’ve given yourself gills to breathe right?”

“Well thanks for the suggestion!” you exclaim sarcastically. You stand up and rub your arms trying to warm yourself up. “Where are we?”

“The Norwegian coastline. A part of the island where the country and the sea stand before a sacred island. And what your final test will be. You and I will cross the sea until we both reach the island.”

“But how are we gonna do that? Even if we built a strong enough boat, those waves would drown us.”

“Who said anything about building a boat?” he said bluntly. He took off his overcoat and you suddenly realized what he meant.

“Y-you mean run across?”

“Remember we’re not normal humans. We can use our magic to assist us to cross the sea. But we must not leave the other to drown against the waves. Is that understood?”

“Yes Professor.” You say.

“Good. Now strip out of your clothes.” He says as he unbuttons his shirt.

“Excuse me?”

“You wouldn’t want to get your clothes trashed in the waves do you? Or ripped against any corals and rocks?”

“No but—do I have to do it in front of you?”

“If it makes you uncomfortable, there’s a boulder you can undress behind. And I’m not asking you to get fully naked. Just till you’re in your trousers. Serafina would kill me if you came back with a cold.” You turn and see a fairly large boulder that stood about a foot taller than you.

You go behind and did exactly as John told you to do.  Once you were in your under garments you come out from behind the boulder and are stunned at what you see.

While he was fairly lean, John Deacon did have some muscle to him but what caught your eye was layered all over his back were scars. Deep, white and faded scars that looked like they came from either a whip or a knife.  They decorated all over his back and even part of his collar bone as he turned towards you.

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How in the world did he get them? And just who or what could do something like that to a man like John?

“You ready?” you snap out of your dazed state and nod determinedly.

“Let’s do it.”

“Alright, stand right next to me.” You come right up to him and you both stare out towards the raging sea.  It’s waves seemed to grow higher almost as if challenging you both to dare enter it’s domain. “On three, we both run and use the frozen pad spell to help us cross the water.”

“Right.” You nod.

“One……two……” you take a deep breath in and hold Serafina’s wand tightly in your hand. “Three!” you run across the peddled sand and you both cry out. “Hypoducto!” soon with each step you both took, a frozen patch of ice came out to help you guys across the sea.

As a huge wave soon came for you guys, John dived through the wave while you tried to walk over it but it only resulted in you getting flown onto your back and washed back to shore.

You shake yourself off like a dog as you stare back out towards the sea.

“Dive with the wave. If you try to outsmart the wave, it’ll just keep dragging you down.” John says as he levitates himself down beside you.

“I thought I could do it.” You say.

“Well now you know it won’t be possible. Trust me I know from experience. Again on three.” You stand side by side and after he counts down, you both take off running again.  Jumping across the frozen pads once more as a wave comes towards yu both, you follow John’s lead and dive right through the wave.

He helps you stand up on top of a boulder just barely big enough for the two of you to stand on top of.  He then extends his hands and makes a ice slide for you both to slide down on.  You both race across the sea and this time an even bigger wave starts to form.

“HYPO-FINITE!” you both exclaim and soon the center of the wave freezes over giving you guys enough time to race up the icy ramp.  But just as you both got half way up, the ice began to crack and break apart as the wave started to come down over you two.  

Your footing starts to falter and soon it’s all too much as the icy path before you both crumbles and you both are sent down over 12ft into the deep water below.  You feel yourself sinking down until you manage to catch yourself and try to search for John.  He soon comes up to you and he touches your neck and soon you begin to feel a ticklish feeling in your neck.

You let in a sudden gasp of air and at first panic cause water would get in your lungs but when you felt they didn’t you turn to John confused.

“The merfolk spell I mentioned earlier. It’s only temporary though. Come on, we have to get to the surface and try again.” You swim behind him until you stop when a sudden figure appears just a few feet away from you. The flashes of lightning from above the surface gave a faint light on the figure as haunting bluish white eyes were staring at you both before suddenly vanishing in the darkness of the sea. The figure then reappeared, this time right in front of you and John.  It was a horse formed entirely out of water.

It slightly reared itself up as it stared at the two of you. It then turned to John and narrowed it’s eyes before vanishing once again in a blink of an eye.  John takes your hand and pulls you up to the surface. You both let out a gasp and you say to him.

“Wait! Was that Roger?”

“Afraid so. And he’s in one of his moods again.”

“Moods? What do you mean moods?” you look under the water and soon see Roger charging full speed towards you two.

“No time to explain. Quick!” he then lifted his hand out of the water and formed a quick ice raft just a couple of inches away from you. “Get on quick!” without question you pull yourself onto the raft and tell John to swim fast.  But just before he could reach your hand, Roger shoots out of the water like a missile knocking John high into the air and sending him further away from you.

“JOHN!!” the waves continued their relentless breaches as you searched aimlessly for John till finally he came out from the under the water just behind you. “JOHN! Hang on I’m coming!” you paddle the ice raft towards him but from the wave coming towards him, you saw Roger’s horse form charging straight for John once again. “ON YOUR LEFT!!”

But it was too late.  Just before John could turn around, Roger leapt out from the wave and pounced right on top of John.  Fearing for John’s safety you quickly dive back down into the water.

You see before you Roger’s back legs kicking hard as they dived both him and John deeper into the sea.  You also saw his front hooves literally pressed against John’s ribs, while John’s hands were trapped in Roger’s muzzle, preventing him from doing any magic.

You quickly take out Serafina’s wand and think of a spell and do the motion and soon Roger’s motions halted as he froze into a statue before quickly fading back within the water.  John takes back control and swims towards you and takes your hand, quickly swimming you both back up to the surface.

You both breach but before either of you could say a word, this time you are sent flying through the air as Roger’s dark whinny’s and neighs echoed over the crashing waves.  You land hard on your back against the water, you also felt like you might’ve gotten whiplash from the impact of the water on your neck.

Now Roger is coming in hot towards you.  His eyes narrowed with what almost seemed like pure hatred.  You quickly shot a magical blast of ice towards him but he breaks through it without a scratch and rams straight into you, before your vision goes black for a brief second.

When you come back around, all you feel is water slapping you right in the face.  You soon end up coughing and sputtering out water shielding your face with your non-dominant hand, while you feel your dominant hand that held Serafina’s wand was trapped in something.

You look up to see Roger running through the waves with not only your hand but John’s hands in his mouth.  John was parallel to you, however he looked like he was knocked unconscious and—wait was he bleeding.  Oh my god he was.

From his right temple you could see blood trailing down the side of his face.  And Roger—he didn’t even care.  He just kept running with both you and John trailing at his side while water continued to splash you both in the face.

Alright that’s it! I don’t care if he’s a friend or not! He hurt John! And if Serafina loses him—there’s no telling how she’d react. You then remember a binding spell Serafina taught you that works on a Nokken and you claim out.

“LORUS!!!” the wand soon sparks out a glowing blue lasso which soon wraps around Roger like real horse reins.  With a sudden burst of energy, you pull on the reins and soon found yourself on top of Roger’s back.  Quickly pulling up John onto his back, Roger soon rears himself out of the water neighing and roaring furiously.

Soon like a real wild stallion, he began to buck and leap all over the place trying to get you both off his back.  But you were holding strong as you kept a tight grip on the reins with one hand, while keeping John steady with the other.  Roger snarled at you as he turned to face you before continuing to buck and kick even harder.  As you hear John groan you tell him urgently.

“Hold onto me!” without question, his arms go around your waist as Roger soon run over a wave and continues to race on ahead over the water. Now free to take the reins with both hands, you continued to try and break him down.  But Roger proved that he wasn’t one to break so easily.  

As his neighs and whinnies of anger continue on, he tries every now and then to buck the two of you off his back.  After awhile you notice that the waves are now calmer and Roger’s running was now a nice, even trot.  His anger subsided as he now just simply ran forward.

You hesitantly place your hand against his neck and he gives you a soft neigh.

“You managed to hold onto me and to Roger’s reins. You could’ve died trying to do that.”

“The test was to not abandon your partner right? I wasn’t gonna let you drown just to save my own skin.” Up ahead you soon see an island.

It almost looked like a paradise for there was nothing but rock and the purest green grass growing out all over the island.  There also seemed to be a strong force of magic on that island for it was also glowing a pure golden light at the center of it.

“Is that the island up ahead?” you ask.

“Yes. Now tell Roger to go onward.”

“Full speed ahead Roger!” you gave him a gentle kick to his side and he obeys your command and runs faster.  Finally you both reach the island and get off of Roger’s back.  As you look around the gorgeous island, you hear Roger’s voice say.

“I must say I’m impressed. Only one witch has ever thought to use that spell on me. Guess she knew it would come in handy for your final test.” You turn to Roger and soon your bliss turns immediately to anger.

“You’re lucky I did otherwise you would’ve killed us! Especially John! Look I get it if you guys like to try and outwit or sass off each other but that gave you no excuse to knock John unconscious and then nearly drown him! What the fuck is wrong with you!?!” Roger’s eyes widen in shock at your sudden anger.

“Whoa (Y/n) calm down……”

“Calm down? Calm down!? You don’t tell me to calm down after what you nearly did to John! What would Serafina say if she saw what happened here!?”

“She’d say that you did wonderfully.  Better than any other Hollywood actors on the screen.” A spark of red came from the corner of your eye and when you turned around, walking out of it was Serafina herself.

“Okay I’m totally lost here.” You gave up as you raised your hands in the air in surrender.

“As I told you, the test was to see if the two of us could make it across the raging sea to this island.” John explained before Serafina continued.

“But it was also to show whether you were willing to save someone you hardly knew in any form of danger. By entrusting your lives in the other, you both showed trust in one another.” You look at Serafina in slight confusion before turning to Roger.

“So you—weren’t trying to really kill John?”

“If I had done this test with Serafina you’d never would’ve put forth the effort you did to save John. Because you’ve seen how the two of us are together.” You turn to each one of them and say.

“You guys have some sick sense of humor for your finals.” They all laughed and Serafina said.

“Well I think this calls for a celebration, everyone back home for some tea and cookies.”

“Please tell me you made my favorite ones.” Roger pleaded.

“Of course Rog. Why wouldn’t I?” he walked up to her and kissed her cheek and said.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Watch it stallion.” John warned him.  Roger cheekily grinned and quickly snuck in another peck to Serafina’s cheek before walking through the portal. “I swear every time……”

“Leave him be my love it’s just his nature.” She said as John came up to her and wrapped his arms around her.  She lifted her hand and gently placed it on John’s cut and with a wave of her hand, his cut was healed and the faded blood was gone from his face.

She kissed the corner of his lips and your two professors turned to you and ask.

“You coming?” you nod and follow behind them and soon the portal closes.

After celebrating with tea and cookies you were exhausted so Serafina helped tuck you into bed.  Your clothes from earlier were now hanging over the fireplace to dry off.

“Now you’re sure you’re warm enough?”

“Yes, the bath really helped me too.”

“I’m glad. So how does it feel to have passed your final test?” she asks as she sits down beside you.

“Honestly, draining. Is this how you proved at your school that you were ready to be a wizard?”

“Well, let me tell you a little secret.” She leans in closer and whispers, “John and I are the only witch and wizard to ever do magic without the use of a wand.”

“What?!” she nodded.

“Yes. We at first thought that we only needed a wand to help further enhance our magic but—when we first met Freddie, he told us that we could do more. Be more powerful than any wizard and witch before us, without the use of any magical object.” Wow. So Serafina and John are basically two powerful wizards. “And hey, just be thankful you didn’t have to take the test John and I did to prove ourselves to him.”

“What did you guys do?”

“Well, John and Brian were to go out to investigate what had been attacking a nearby village’s cattle. But just before they reached the village, a stampede of elk broke out. Brian and John tried to run for safety but they were soon caught in the middle of it. Nowhere to turn and too many to try to make peace even with Brian’s gift of the animals. Eventually Brian spotted a way out by climbing up the side of a cliff, so together the two of them worked together to dodge through the stampede and scale up the cliff. But it was too unstable to hang on forever, it was then Freddie appeared before them, he said he could save them but he could only choose one.”

“Oh my god.” You muttered.

“One would be spared—for the other, the point of no return. With their grips slipping, Brian told John to save himself while he took the fall. Of course John being the stubborn man he is, refused. He wanted Brian to save himself while he took the fall.”

“I can’t imagine having to choose which one to save in that type of situation. It’s lose-lose.”

“Indeed it was. But eventually John looked Freddie dead in the eyes and told him to save Brian. Brian tried to refuse but it was too late, Freddie wrapped his coils around Brian while John got Freddie’s fangs.”

“Wait Freddie actually bit him?!” you exclaimed.

“John told me it was to numb the pain of the fall. Then he—tossed John over the side of the cliff like it was nothing.”

“But—but how did he survive it? He’s not a….a zombie is he? Or a ghost?”

“No. Because Roger was right there amongst the stampede to catch whomever took the fall. But since it was John who willingly sacrificing himself to save a sacred creature like Brian. A deity of pure light, John showed compassion for mythical creatures. A kindness and sacrifice that had hardly been known to be between wizard kind and magical creatures.”

“Whoa. I don’t believe it. I can only imagine what your test was like. What was yours like?” her face grew solemn as she looked down for a brief moment before her red eyes shifted back to you.

“My test—was a bit more challenging to say the least. But first answer me this, what is a Hydra?”

“No. I don’t remember reading about them in the book of magical creatures.”

“Well the book we had you use is pretty old. At the time we believed they were extinct but low and behold I got to fight the last one. To make it brief, they were once a very dangerous creature known in Greek mythology.”

“Wait I remember reading about Hercules back in school!” you suddenly remembered. “Those are the creatures that can grow their heads back right?”

“Yes. Unfortunately I didn’t know that at the time I did my test. Plus when your life is on the line and your panicking you do stupid things. I cut head after head after head till I was standing before a 64 headed Hydra.”

“Whoa. How did you come out of it alive?”

“Well as I was pinned up against a mountain in its grip, I used my power to reach deep within the rock itself and made the mountain collapse in on itself. Of course I didn’t come out of it unscathed.” She lowered her nightgown just barely over her left breast and you saw the start of a long scar. “It basically a crescent shape from the top of my breast down to my hip. I was bed ridden for weeks even with Brian’s healing.”

“I’ll bet John had a few things to say to Freddie after you got hurt.”

“There was colorful language yes. But Freddie’s tests always have a purpose. Soon enough you’ll find out the true meaning of yours.”

“But wasn’t it trusting in John and John trusting in me?”

“That’s only a small part. I mean the deeper meaning of your test. Again you’ll soon learn in time. Just as John and I did. But enough for now, it’s time for you to rest.” You nod and lay your head down on the bed.

Serafina softly strokes through your hair and whispers to you.

“Sweet dreams, our little protegee.” You hear the door close as the lights go off leaving you in a room of darkness.

Suddenly you feel this sudden spark in your chest.  Like a static shock just ran right through your chest and touched your heart.  You groan in pain as you rub your chest to numb out the sudden quick spark you felt. For now you left it alone as you slipped off to dreamland.

But you wouldn’t know at the time that that one little shock, was meant for something bigger. Something dangerous that would soon be coming your way.

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Super Energy Saver Mode Re-listen

Hellooooo! My Wolf 359 re-listen has hit episode 6, and guess what that means? Yup, you got it!

Super Energy Saver Mode

In which Eiffel struggles to name his top five lanthanides, Hilbert blows things up again, and the Hephaestus might be haunted?!

I'll confess, going into this episode I could not remember very much about it. The title felt familiar, I vaguely remembered that it was one of the episodes where something on the Hephaestus stops working, but other than that? Nothing. Zip. Zilch. So that was exciting.

And you know what? I can kind of see why I didn't retain much from this episode! Plot-wise Super Energy Saver Mode just doesn't do very much. There's not a complex solve or fix for the issues that come up, or a clever work-around. Instead, Minkowski and Eiffel just... figure everything out and fix it competently?

In retrospect, there is, of course, one big, plot-relevant, spoilery thing that happens. But even that is basically left unresolved by the episode’s ending, which aims to create a creepy atmosphere than anything else.

Because that is what this episode does well. Without the additional job of being plotty, Super Energy Saver Mode can just concentrate on being atmospheric. Coming into it pretty much blind, in particular, meant that I appreciated the tension baked into the episode - even once I remembered what was going on, I really enjoyed how spooky this episode felt.

As per usual, though, we don't start with the creepiness. Instead, we start with Eiffel chatting about something mundane - namely, the fact that it's the crew's 500th day in space!

It's something that I think, on any other show, wouldn't actually be all that mundane. There are a whole bunch of spacey series where I could imagine a pretty decent episode being built around the crew trying to host some sort of anniversary celebration. But here, 500 days isn't something to be celebrated. It's not a bad thing, per se. But it's not a good thing. It's just a thing, a reminder of how worn down the crew are at this point, and how many days they have left on the clock. We get the impression that this mission is more of a long, hard slog than anything else - and thus we're reminded again of how little Goddard cares about its employees' wellbeing and morale.

Eiffel and Hera are having an unofficial party, though, with just the two of them, which is sweet. In practice, of course, this just means that they're spending time chatting while Eiffel avoids work. But it's really cute, and I find the banter about top five lists and the various criteria that Hera uses to come up with them soooooo funny. I mean, Hera judges "Stick It to the Man" songs by active political regimes at the time of composition, and complexity of choral progression, which I love for reasons I can't quite pinpoint?

The sequence also shows how differently Hera and Eiffel think. Eiffel very immediately and intuitively forms an emotional connection to things like music, but can't even fathom how Hera just knows things like the 900th digit of pi, or all of the lanthanides. Hera, meanwhile, has so much more information and raw data at her metaphorical fingertips than Eiffel, but doesn't quite connect to it in the same way, and doesn’t entirely get how Eiffel does. It's not (like with the Dear Listeners) that she can't connect to music, or fundamentally doesn't get it. But she's working on a different scale, judging by different standards. And she's not embarrassed to mess with Eiffel because of it, or to talk about it with him. Really, it's a textbook example of how to hang out and be friends with somebody while still thinking and relating to the world differently - which I think is a large part of what I like about Eiffel and Hera's friendship.

Their fun little interaction gets interrupted, sadly, by Hilbert requesting extra power for his lab, which we can already tell will end badly, because come on, it's Hilbert. But what is interesting is how irritated Hera seems afterwards. I mean, she does the whole "I am not programmed to get upset" spiel, but nobody's buying it, and when she confesses that she doesn't like Hilbert's tone, there's definitely a lot of annoyance there. It reminds us, after seeing Hera's machine side, that she's still a person and still has emotions - a balance that Wolf 359 is generally pretty good at. Hera's allowed to be an AI, with the non-human worldview that that entails. But at the end of the day, she's still a character with emotional depth and nuance.

With that in mind, then, Hera admits that she doesn't like Hilbert's tone - which is totally understandable - but also that she's mostly worried that somebody's going to get hurt as a consequence of Hilbert's recklessness - which seems to be validated when the station's power cuts out and Hera goes offline mid-sentence.

Eiffel, given the circumstances, remains remarkably calm, but this does mark the point where the episode shifts genre to become what is, in effect, a haunted house story. It's set on a space ship, sure, but all of the beats from this point onwards are pretty much the beats you might expect if Eiffel were, say, spending the night alone in his late grandfather's crumbling old mansion, long rumoured to be cursed. It's paranormal horror at its finest, complete with weird voices and jump scares and a bunch of "it's probably nothing" moments.

I noticed, as well, that there was barely any music from this point onwards. There is some (shout out to the creepy little theme with the ghost-like, theremin-sounding wail and the soft bass guitar!) but it's subtle, and very much secondary to the sound effects, which suddenly get very loud. For as long as the power is off, we get all sorts of creaking, groaning and echoing - and with it a sense of just how big and empty the Hephaestus really is. Hera's constant presence and the electronic noises around the place do a lot to mask that, normally. But now we're hearing the silence, and it is eerie.

Adorably, Eiffel's first instinct is to ask himself, "What would Commander Minkowski say if she were here right now?" This leads into a huge and surprisingly detailed fake argument, of course, which is hilarious in and of itself, but there's also just something kinda sweet about how immediately Eiffel assumes that Minkowski would have a handle on things. Eiffel still complains about her a lot, at this point in the series, so the respect that this little moment betrays feels fresh and sort of unexpected.

Eiffel's not wrong to trust Minkowski, either. Once she shows up, the episode's main problem - Hera being offline - gets solved quickly and remarkably efficiently, with Eiffel doing the legwork and Minkowski giving instructions, and honestly, it's in moments like this that I remember how technically competent Minkowski is. I think I tend to remember the more military, combative bits best, with her stalking round harpoon in hand or shooting folks, so it's nice to be reminded that the Commander can also handle things like repairs just fine.

Of course, that  means that the episode's main tension is never actually about the power outage. The sudden silence and the threat of life support running out add to the episode's general atmosphere, sure. But the thing we are most anxious about, as the episode plays out, isn't the ship's newly-accessed Super Energy Saver Mode. No, instead of that, we're given a new mystery, and it's a doozy: what's up with that voice Eiffel keeps hearing?

It starts almost inaudible, but in the end Eiffel hears the words loud, clear and terrifying: "You're not the first." Which, like, terrifying much? It's vague and ominous and very chilling, especially with all the distortion that's going on.

In retrospect, of course, we know that this is our first encounter with Captain Isabelle Lovelace - indeed, it's one of the very few encounters that we have with the real, non-alien-duplicate Isabelle Lovelace, for whatever that's worth. We also know that she doesn't mean any harm - she's trying to warn the crew, in fact.

Strangely, though, knowing that doesn't actually this any less effective as a ghost story. After all, what are we hearing, but the voice of a dead woman, warning the crew about an even worse monster lurking in their midst? The Hephaestus, Lovelace's recording reminds us, is indeed haunted, if not literally then at least metaphorically, by the ghosts of its former crew and the traces that they have managed to leave behind.

With or without hindsight, then, the episode is creepy, hinging ultimately on the idea that there might be something not quite airtight in Hera's programming, that there could be something hiding - or deliberately hidden - just underneath her code. In making that the focus of the story, the episode opens up the tantalising possibility that something might fundamentally be wrong with the Hephaestus and its systems. The show's very setting is destabilised and made frightening - and that's a genie that you can't just put back in the bottle once you decide that you're done telling ghost stories. Instead, the feeling that something is not quite right persists even after Hera comes back online, and still haunts the episode as it draws to a close, since we don't actually get an explanation of who Lovelace is. Instead, it remains a mystery. A spooky, weird, always-in-the-back-of-your-mind mystery.

It's a bold move, and it feels a lot like what happened with the plant monster, which is also at large at this point. I'm beginning to suspect that this is a thing we're going to see more of, too - big, obvious plot threads that are ostentatiously waved in front of us, then dropped, apparently without comment. 

It's something I think these early episodes could do more easily, since the expectation that loose ends would be followed up on wasn't quite established yet. Later on in the series, everything gets more serialized, so if something like, say, an alien duplicate of Jacobi turns up and is left dangling, we can reasonably expect that it'll get addressed at a point. Earlier on? We've not got those expectations. This might just be the sort of show where weird, scary voices are brought up and then never mentioned again. It might be the sort of show that lets a plant monster loose and forgets about it for the rest of the series. 

When it turns out, then, that that isn't the case, even in these early, apparently inconsequential episodes, it feels like a bonus, and we get, in hindsight, a little thrill of recognition, as we realise that no, there was a plot there the whole time. It's a satisfying feeling, at least for me, and it's 100% what's fuelling this re-listen.

So yup. Super Energy Saver Mode. An exercise in atmospheric spookiness, an enjoyable haunted house story and just generally a pleasant surprise. Solid work, really.

  Miscellaneous thoughts

Eiffel is talking about an 830 day mission, if I've done my maths right - with the possibility of Command extending it! That is one long-ass time to spend in space with three other people!

I want to know Eiffel's top five Stick It to the Man songs so badly 

"Ooookay. Maybe this isn't one of those wait and see things. Maybe it's one of those... imminent death things."

Wait Hilbert had to amputate multiple of Minkowski's toes???

Bless her, Hera sounds drunk when she's coming back online ^-^

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 9: 1x18 Arena

Today’s ep is Arena, which isn’t my favorite type of narrative generally--I don’t tend to like very sparse man-versus-nature type stories, and this is pretty close, except there’s a singular opponent--but this one is good. I mean...Gorn??

What the heck kinda conversation is this lol? Kirk and Bones all excited for some good food. Spock being suspicious.

This is a tough ep for a Kirk stan such as myself but Spock sure does come across well.

“Doctor, you are a sensualist,” Spock says as if he weren’t ALSO a sensualist lol. I’ve seen those big red curtains you have in your room bitch, don’t tell me you’re not a sensualist.

DeForest Kelley was so good... that smile. It’s so beautiful.

Kirk’s smile is pretty good too, especially that very specific “my two favorite people are interacting” soft smile. Same, Kirk, I love it too!

Well, so much for that good non reconstituted meal.

Kirk, Spock, Bones, and a redshirt beam down to a planet...what will happen?

“There are living creatures here... not human... cold-blooded.” Like Spock!

Sulu is really running the whole show here. Definite Captain material. He is an experienced combat officer. But it’s not the military right lmao.

Honestly kind of love that all of this is being done by big lizards. Like the mystery of the unknown alien is great for a first watch but it’s just as satisfying to know they’re big reptiles.

Also speaking of Sulu his eye shadow is great today.

“Protect my ship!” aka today in “Kirk loves his ship more than anything.”

And their goes their ride.

Spock: “I’ve got to get to the captain!” Sure do bb. He’s so much ganglier and more awkward than Kirk when he runs and rolls around.

The lizards are very smart, locking onto Spock’s tricorder and turning it into a bomb, apparently.

I legit through azimuth was a sci fi word they made up rip me. It’s a real thing but in my defense it has to do with math.

Spock came SO close to patting Kirk’s ass there.

So I guess their grenade launcher worked or whatever? Kind of missed something there but they’re back on the ship.

In some ways this is a hard ep for me because Kirk does not come off great at this point, and a part of me is like “well he does respect alien life though!” but realistically....he respects life unless his own people are threatened: when it’s ship, crew, or the Federation, he’s ready to throw down. And this was a pretty big attack, and apparently merciless. Spock is right that it isn’t necessarily true that the Gorns are invaders--that’s the best part of the ep for me, they both interpreted actions on the other’s part as invasions and neither was right, so it was a perfectly parallel misunderstanding, two Captains that are both opposites and identical--but it’s understandable for Kirk to think so. He believes so strongly in the Federation and its peaceful, good faith missions to make alien friends, that aliens showing up and just decimating everything, even killing civilians, would of course anger him and make him kind of lose his mind a little.

And Spock knows he’s wrong but he also trusts the Captain and believes in the chain of command.

Also I’m a Kirk apologist so!!

Strange signals...unrecorded... space legends--there’s a whole other story right in those lines tbh!! Spooky space hauntings!

Even this angry, he still sounds soft when he says “Thank you Spock.” Shatner is a more nuanced actor than people give him credit for.

“The destruction of the alien vessel will not help that colony, Jim.”

I love how they keep saying “alien.” I mean what else are they going to say--but it’s a great word.

It’s just so obvious that Kirk needs to Learn a Very Important Lesson today...

Oops, ran into a space wall!

Scotty’s real accent is so much more subtle than Simon Pegg’s insane Scottish accent lol.

The Metrons. “You are bad, violent aliens. We hate violence ourselves, so we shall now have you fight to the death.”

Spock’s like “Uhura, get out of the way. This is fascinating.”

Yes CAPTAIN GORN what an entrance!

Kirk’s not even surprised, he’s like, well...he’s a lizard, I guess!

“This is an intelligent, highly advanced individual, a captain of a starship, like myself.”

Kirk needs a bigger stick, I guess.

This fight sequence is so odd. It’s so obvious that the Gorn’s skin is not his skin, and there’s a weird kinda delicacy/awkwardness to his movements. This isn’t even a criticism of the costume or actors, I think it’s impressive--and frankly more fun than any alien consume in more recent sci fi. Just very odd. And actually in a way I LIKE it being odd because it seems more alien.

Scotty’s like, “Mr. Spock, I have obviously already tried everything you’ve thought of. It’s ME we’re talking about here.”

Spock and Uhura so obviously in love lol. The chemistry. Wow.

I guess Starfleet exists now. And the Federation.

“If I could help him, I would.” Spock’s so sad.

So I wasn’t really clear here if the Gorn was listening to Kirk with a translator or not but apparently he was. Kind of confused why Kirk didn’t bother listening in on the Gorn. Or more specifically why his hisses weren’t automatically translated at the beginning.

Sneaky, sneaky Gorn planning something.

“Diamonds....beautifully crystallized and pointed...Spock would love them.”

Kirk definitely spends his retirement writing a memoir. “Captain’s Log: Adventures on the Final Frontier.”

Gorn’s building something still....

I love when they pretend to push styrofoam as if it were really heavy.

Ah, no, he fell right into the Gorn’s trap! Being dramatic as always.

Lol, Kirk, the Metron said there were MATERIALS for weapons, not whole-ass weapons. Put it together. Literally.

Spock in the Captain’s chair again oh yeah.

Rolling his eyes at McCoy again lol.

Spock: “Feelings for the Captain? Me? What?” *sweats nervously*

Uhura is the only one with a realistic reaction to the Gorn.

Kirk following that very human instinct to figure out what something is by licking it.

Just to drive the point home, the Gorn specifically refers to the Federation as invaders, just like Kirk referred to the Gorns as invaders. “You established an outpost in our space... We destroyed invaders.”

And Bones having a crisis over here. Could we have been.... wrong? The whole time?

This situation needs diplomats, not soldiers. Perhaps... Sarek?

Spock’s so proud of Jim. And so excited by the narrative. “Everyone out of my way, gotta sit in my fancy chair to better enjoy this quality entertainment.”

And so Kirk learns his lesson.

I find the Metron kind of hilarious. 

There’s a moment with Kirk on the bridge, in profile, where the physical similarities between Shatner and CPine are very strong.

“Where we are! I mean, were! I mean!” Sulu lol.

Quality final talk between Kirk and Spock. Bones is so obviously tired of all this lol--he just gives Kirk a quick cuddle, then off for a post-adventure drink. While Kirk and Spock do their post-adventure flirting.

I kinda want to see what’s happening on the Gorn ship tbh. Like Kirk learned his lesson but he never really established any kind of dialogue with the Gorns. We don’t know what the Gorn reaction to his mercy was.

Also I want to see Sarek interact with the Gorns.

Another very tightly plotted episode, focused on its main theme/lesson. Very satisfying.

Next up: Tomorrow Is Yesterday, a CLASSIC D.C. Fontana ep.

[astxlphe]

Allen x Road for the shipping meme?

• Rate the Ship 

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

• How long will they last? 

Look, they love each other,  but sometimes, things are complicated…they're kinda on and off for years, before they decide to have  a steady relationship, and even then they aren't sure themselves where they're going with it.

• How quickly did/will they fall in love? 

Road will say she fell in love very early on? But it didn't really happen until way later. She's very affectionate but she's also distrustful, so that's why I think it would take a while for her to fall in love. 

Allen took a while too! It wasn't his priority, and it took him by surprise! It just...happened?

• How was their first kiss? 

Their very first kiss was initiated by Road (we all remember that one), but when they're in love…it's Allen who makes the first steps.

Wedding:

• Who proposed?

Allen! He's a bit of a romantic, so he went all out. Getting on his knees at a fancy restaurant, and so on.

• Who is the best man/men?

Tyki, for Road. Lavi for Allen. 

• Who is the braid’s maid(s)?

Lenalee! (she gets to be barefoot for the ceremony)

• Who did the most planning?

Road! They did almost everything together, but Road thought on a lot of things Allen didn't. 

• Who stressed the most? 

Allen. Road was pretty relaxed through the whole thing. 

• How fancy was the ceremony?

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

You can't have a Kamelot wedding without it being at least a little fancy. Sheryl won't have his daughter getting married in a simple manner. 

• Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?

Leverier. 

Sex - disclaimer I'm not very good at talking about this 

• Who is on top? 

Road, most of the time. 

• Who is the one to instigate things?

It's pretty 50/50! 

• How healthy is their sex life?(I’m not very comfy with the idea that frequency is synonymous with health so I’m going to pretend it’s not about frequency).

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

Look, they like sex, and are very comfortable with telling each other what they like or don’t. They’re pretty open with each other on that front.

• How kinky are they?

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

They have a wide range of kinky stuff to choose from and when they aren't sure they throw a coin. 

• Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?

Allen, being a gentleman, always makes sure Road gets one or two more than him.

• How rough are they in bed?

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

• How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory 

Road is much more into PDA than Allen, and she sticks herself to him and climbs him up (she's still pretty short, even after she lets her body grow and age)

Allen doesn't mind much, he is used to it by know, though he will detach her from him if she gets too much.

Children: 

• How many children will they have naturally? 

None

• How many children will they adopt?

They would think about it? They're both very family focused, so why not, but…not until they're much older? And it would be an older kid too.

• Who gets stuck with the most diapers?

Well, no one! 

• Who is the stricter parent?

Allen. Road encourages misbehavior. 

• Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?

Allen again.

• Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?

Allen! He knows how important food is! 

• Who is the more loved parent?

Hard question, but it's 50/50. On one hand Allen is a very soft parent, but Road but is "cool mom" who tell them how to avoid getting caught.

• Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Allen. He wants to get involved into his children's school life, and he needs to make sure his child is well in school.

• Who cried the most at graduation?

Allen.

• Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?

Allen. He's very, very good at it, only slightly better than Road. Road teaches them not to get caught. 

Cooking: 

• Who does the most cooking?

Allen, because he's the one who eats the most out of all of them. He gets some help, tho. 

• Who is the most picky in their food choice?

Definitely Road! 

• Who does the grocery shopping? 

Allen, since he eats the most, he's in charge of getting the food. 

• How often do they bake desserts?

That's something they love to do together! They do it at least twice a week. 

• Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?

Meat lovers! 

• Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? 

Allen! A good diner is one of the best gifts in the world, to him, so surprise anniversary diners are a must!

• Who is more likely to suggest going out?

Road!

• Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking?

Road. Not because she's that bad at cooking but because she does whatever she wants and doesn't follow the recipe and it can get. Bad.

Chores: 

• Who cleans the room? 

Allen!

• Who is really against chores? 

Road. She really, really hates them. 

• Who cleans up after the pets?

Road!

• Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?

Road. Her powers can't make dust disappear after all

• Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? 

Road, tho it's not stress. She's the one who is the most "busy" with preparations. 

• Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?

Allen! He doesn't care it's originally Lavi's, he found it, it's his now. 

Misc:

• Who takes the longer showers/baths?

Road. 

• Who takes the dog out for a walk?

They go together! It's a nice outing!

• How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?

They don't....really decorate for Christmas. It's more "Allen's birthday" than "Christmas day" so christmas decorations aren't really their thing. They do like Halloween and spooky stuff tho, so they decorate for that! 

• What are their goals for the relationship?

Idk? They know are both very stubborn, so they try to always find compromises. They put a lot of work in their relationship to make it work, so their goal is that it stays as important to them in the future as it is now.

• Who is most likely to sleep till noon?

Road!

• Who plays the most pranks?

Road again, tho Allen isn't above retaliation!

I’m sorry for the time it took to get this done! I was waiting to be on desktop, bc mobile is a pain -.-

[cottoncanb]

hiiiiiii i’m black and 5’2 with big dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a nose piercing? i’m kinda thicc i guess you could say. i’m very outspoken and loud and i like to fake argue with my friends (especially my man 🤫😉) i like to hang out and meet new people but i also like to stay home and enjoy my peace. scary movies are a vibe on the weekend or again listening to music w friends getting drunk in the house LOL i like makeup and fashion and last minute plans... anyway yes omg ship me pleatheeeee

• Edwin

• I can’t explain why and this isn’t who you wanted IM SO SORRY

• I think banter/ teasing each other would be a big part of your relationship (which I think is important because it can’t always be rainbows and butterflies)

• Plus lovely sex

• “You was talking all that mess before, give me that same energy baby girl,”

• PARTY ANIMALS

• I just see you two being the life of the party not just cause you’re fun to talk to but also because you’re just fun to hang out and keep in company

• You are practicing your makeup on him

• Its Spooky Szn™ so movie marathons are big with the two of you

• Mini fashion shows when you two go shopping together

• “Work it, baby, work it!”

Blurb

It was eight in the evening and you sat in front of Edwin with a brush in your hand as you concentrated on nailing the cut crease you were doing. You weren’t a professional makeup artist but it was something you had picked up and wanted to learn because you loved the method of expression.

Edwin said you could practice on him because he knew how long you had been struggling to get it right. He sat clad in grey sweatpants and shirtless, his caramel skin glowing under the fluorescent light of the lamps in your shared bedroom. His cheeks were soft and rosy and his lips sat in a soft pout on his face. His hair was held back by a hair band and eyes were closed as he tried his best to sit still but was slowly starting to fail as he became restless.

“Stop twitching your eye. This is the third time I going to have to start over,” You whined and softly slapped his thigh. Looking at him with pleading eyes, you massaged the spot your arm had hit. Kneading and caressing the spot he had dramatically clutched after your childish attack.

“First of all, ouch and second, I’m getting a little bored here baby,” he said and stuck his lips out pouting. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on them, earning a hum of appreciation from him.

He began to snake his arms around your waist and run them up and down your spine. His lips gradually made their way from your lips to your cheeks then to your neck and finally onto your shoulders.

“I’m not done, you’re going to have to be a good boy and wait so I can get this done. Then you can get whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” he said teasingly as he dropped his head to your chest and peppered kisses across it, darting his tongue out lightly to swipe against the soft and tender skin. He began to suck softly on the skin.

“Yes. Now sit up straight”

He does as you asked and winks and you before closing his eyes once more ad sitting still.

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

To continue quenching my thirst for erasermic headcanons, would you mind following up those pining Aizawa HCs with PINING HIZASHI HCs please??? I HAVE A DYING NEED ;_____;

THAT’S FAIR

Erasermic Pining Headcanons: MIC EDITION

Hizashi was definitely attracted to Aizawa from the moment he spoke to him--but he doesn’t realize that attraction is love until much later

he’s kinda just like “HEY i feel really bubbly and happy whenever I’m around Aizawa! He must have some joy-emitting aura as a secondary quirk or something!!” for like two or three years straight. His friends just listen and nod along in pity

Unlike Aizawa, who feels the need to keep literally every one of his feelings under strict lock down with laser grids and six different security levels, Hizashi. Must. SPEAK. He cannot con t a in these feelings, they must be set FREE

Every one of his and Aizawa’s group of friends (barring Aizawa, himself ofc) is then subjected to Hizashi’s very long and very thorough dissertations concerning his emotions about Aizawa and how much Hizashi loves everything about him

it gets to the point where every single one of his friends are about two seconds away from just throwing a tied-up Hizashi to Aizawa’s doorstep with a sticky note that reads “HEY! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU BUT I WON’T TELL YOU MYSELF BECAUSE I’M A BIG SCAREDY CAT!!” smacked onto the middle of his forehead cause they’re tired of hearing him talk and not doing anything about his feelings

Whenever Hizashi alludes to being in love with Aizawa to people who are not part of his friend group, they all kind of give him an eyebrow raise, like “...Really? The ugly rat man digging leftovers out of the garbage?”

And Hizashi. is insulted. He cannot see how anyone could not think Aizawa is the most beautiful and wonderful creature in the world?? Have they not seen Aizawa’s physique, or the way his tangled mop of hair perfectly frames his face, or the spooky way his eyes glow blood red when he activates his quirk, or the cute little pout he makes whenever he’s angry?? What’s not to love????

And don’t even get Hizashi started on Eraserhead as a hero. He will go off on anyone who implies that Aizawa is a shabby, difficult-to-work-with hero.

“Well I’d like to see you swinging around on rooftops in the dead of night busting entire crime rings with only your bare fists and a fancy scarf while having to deal with your shit! Eraser would kick your ass in a fight--and wouldn’t even brag about it afterwards!!”

Hizashi is Aizawa’s ultimate hype man. So much so, that he flat-out refuses to talk to people who don’t respect Aizawa

Hizashi is very touchy with Aizawa! Granted, he’s touchy with everyone, but with Aizawa it feels very special, because at first, Aizawa hated it every time Hizashi laid a finger on him. Hizashi planned on stopping after so much complaining, but suddenly, the complaints just kinda stop?? Aizawa literally never sighs in contempt or slams Hizashi into the ground when Hizashi wraps his arm around his shoulders or pulls him into a hug like he used to, he just. Accepts it

Hizashi is. very confused. and concerned

“Is this okay?? Am I allowed to touch???” “Do whatever you want.”

If we’re being honest that was probably the best moment of Hizashi’s life

Originally, Hizashi used to stress about always doing his hair and wearing his sunglasses whenever he went out into the public, because he’s gotta keep up his image, yanno?? But one day, Aizawa sees him with his hair down and his regular blocky glasses cause he didn’t have time to make himself up before Aizawa got there, and Hizashi’s kinda freaking out about it. But Aizawa says he kinda likes him looking so relaxed and natural, and it just. Causes Hizashi to want to keep his hair down and wear regular old glasses every single day because Aizawa said he likes them omgg

Hizashi showers Aizawa in affection. Whether it be buying five packs of Aizawa’s favorite juice pouches for him, taking a million photos of any cats he meets on the street for Aizawa to browse through later, or wrapping him up in a big warm hug, Hizashi will do so happily

Speaking of cats, Hizashi is In. Love. with the dopey grin Aizawa dons whenever he’s looking at cute pictures of cats. Which. In reality, Aizawa’s “dopey grin” is more of a slight uptilt of the corners of his mouth so that he’s not quite smiling but not quite frowning, either. But GOD does Hizashi love it

Aizawa’s Scary Smile™ and his laugh are Hizashi’s reasons for living

The first time Hizashi made Aizawa laugh, Hizashi thought he had ascended to a higher realm. He definitely shed a few tears

later on in life, when Hizashi gets more comfortable with his crush and he’s not just a bag of nerves and hormones, he actually starts offhandedly flirting with Aizawa. Small comments that can be taken as light-hearted jokes like “Well aren’t you looking ruggedly handsome today?” or “You’re so cute when you bury your face into your scarf!”

Aizawa doesn’t really respond to the comments with anything other than a scoff and a roll of his eyes, so Hizashi’s kind of convinced that 1. Aizawa doesn’t mind them and 2. Aizawa doesn’t think much of them

Hizashi’s a little sad that Aizawa isn’t really picking up what he’s putting down, but most of him is glad that he’s not making things awkward between them

If ever somebody starts trying to make a move on Hizashi, he probably won’t even notice. Because honestly he’s way too infatuated with Aizawa to care.

If Hizashi has a chance to bring a friend along as his +1 to an event, he will 110% always choose Aizawa. Even if Aizawa has no interest in going, and would probably just spend the entire time by the food table instead of socializing, Hizashi will happily stay right by his side and chow down right there with him

But most of the time, Aizawa wants to stay away from social events. And Hizashi’s okay with that! If that’s the case (and if the event isn’t too important), Hizashi will subtly make an excuse as to why he can’t show up for it, and plan a movie night for them instead

Hizashi loves messing around with Aizawa’s hair. He’ll often take to untangling it and braiding it to keep his hands occupied whenever he has a long-winded thought to share to Aizawa. It’s very cathartic, and Hizashi gets to see Aizawa in a cute braid afterward! Win-win!

He also loves it whenever Aizawa falls asleep on his shoulder. Aizawa just looks so got dang peaceful and soft when he’s sleeping! And Aizawa’s falling-asleep-on-someone is a sign of trust, and Hizashi is filled with many happy feelings that Aizawa trusts him enough to do it with him! Also, it allows Hizashi to carry Aizawa around in his arms and wrap him up like a snuggly burrito in hundreds of blankets, so that’s a plus, too

Their friends are convinced that, because Hizashi and Aizawa live together and spend so much time with each other and also rescue cats together, that they have officially gotten together as a couple. Hizashi plays along--it’s his way of dealing with Feelings™ and also avoiding telling them that he’s still too much of a coward to confess but uhhhh don’t tell anyone

Hizashi has about five hundred different playlists made about Aizawa, and always puts on one for his radio queue whenever he’s feeling especially lovestruck that night. They’re all named fancy terms describing Aizawa, like “Hero in the Shadows” or “Beauty in Black” or “Pink Sweatpants Day.” Hizashi still makes new Aizawa-themed playlists to this day, and the general population is none the wiser about his motives

Hizashi always has Aizawa test-listen to his playlists and help him pick out the best songs to play on the radio. He knows a song must be especially good if Aizawa ends up enjoying it

In addition to his teaching Aizawa English, Hizashi also takes the time to teach him JSL. Hizashi enjoys the process of teaching JSL a little more, just because it feels so much more personal in helping Aizawa form the hand motions and coming up with personalized signs for them to use whenever they work together on missions

Hizashi either drunkenly confesses his feelings one day or he lets something slip out accidentally while ranting, there is no subtlety or planning in his methods

I think that’s about all I got for now!! Enjoy!