#the fact that they have so many resistances also means they have a very big weakness

[leuxcrows]

you know when book 7 chapter 2 dropped and everyone was asking themselves in what situation were their yuu/ocs? i asked myself the same question and then i remembered that

1) fae and undead hate each other so these four idiots are probably not invited to lilias farewell party

2) undead cant sleep nor are they affected by sleep spells, mind controlling spells, posion or acid

which means malleus probably forgor about them ww

[psychoticallytrans]

I believe very strongly that if you want to be an ally to marginalized groups, you should absolutely read and watch material bigoted against them.

This is because one of the big things that radicalization pipelines benefit from is the principle I've seen framed as "milk before meat", where they feed you palatable, easily digestible ideas, often with a kernel of truth, in order to work you up to the core of the bigoted ideology. If you go to the meat first, you will choke on it. This will make you more easily able to spot it when they try to feed you the milk, and more resistant because you know the meat it's building up to.

There are two keys. First, you need to start with the meat, and second, you need to read it with a sharply critical eye.

If you're looking to read something fatphobic, for example, Harry Potter may be a great mainstream example, but it's in a way that is so culturally acceptable that it can slip by if you aren't looking for it. "None For You: How Fat People Are Ruining America and the Planet and What You Can Do About It", on the other hand, is rather obvious in its biases, allowing an amateur to see them clearly for easier interrogation of the premise. Most bigoted material can be acquired by piracy or through your local library. This is one of the big reasons that libraries stock bigoted material.

Then, start noting down all of the things that the material says that seem to make sense, or that you are sure are true. There's no shame in this. Bigoted ideas are ingrained in your upbringing, and on top of this, a lot of bigots will take real problems and build on them in ways that are bigoted.

For instance, anti-immigrant sentiment in the USA is often bolstered by the fact that wages in the USA are effectively decreasing, along with job security. They say that this is because immigrants are taking the jobs, decreasing the amount of value that is available to USAmericans. To a USAmerican who does not know much about immigrants, but does know that their paycheck buys less and less, this sounds like a plausible explanation.

Then, later, look up exactly what they are saying. What are the real issues? (Racism and unchecked capitalism.) Why are they being used to bolster this argument? (Because it takes the heat off of powerful people and puts it on powerless ones, redirecting the hate to people it can more easily hurt, which satisfies the rage of the USAmerican, drives a wedge between them and immigrants, and takes heat off of the powerful.) What are real ways to tackle the real issue? (Solidarity with immigrant workers, especially undocumented ones, unions, and working for better social safety nets.) Why did I fall for that? (You did not have enough information.) Can I notice this rhetoric in the future and avoid falling for it? (Yes.)

Know that many of the ideas you encounter will be normal. Much bigotry is normal. Normal is not automatically good or right.

Know that there will be useful ideas interspersed with some bigotry. A lot of people with useful ideas have been bigots. This does not mean we must discard their ideas, nor that we must accept the bigotry. It does mean that we need to critically examine the ideas to see if they are rooted in and/or affected by the bigotry, and if it is possible to effectively remove them from their bigoted origins, or if the bigotry is so wound into the ideas that they is no longer useful if you wish to avoid harming the group the thinker was bigoted against.

This is difficult work to do. It is intellectually intensive, and emotionally exhausting. You will start seeing bigotry in all kinds of places, including media you thought of as "good" and "progressive", and that will also be emotionally exhausting and dispiriting. It will also mean that you are no longer passively absorbing those bigoted ideas because you settled on the idea that this media is "good" and that as long as you only consume "good" media, you will be free of bigoted ideas- a premise that is disturbingly popular for how incorrect it is. Knowing how to recognize and discard bigotry in works is far, far more useful than flatly refusing to consume more overtly bigoted works.

One way to make it easier is to form reading groups, so that you can lean on each other when reading something that's affecting you badly. It also means that there's more than one person processing the bigotry, so other people might notice more subtle parts of the bigotry that slipped past you in your own reading, allowing you to have a fuller picture of the book. If you can't form a reading group, more famous bigoted works often have criticism available online for you to read through. Remember to do your own research. What makes doing this so valuable is increasing your own ability to detect bigotry and to think critically about material you are consuming.

You do not have to limit yourself to traditional media, either. There are forums and social media bubbles that are hotbeds of bubbling, seething bigotry that is more extreme and repugnant than the vast majority of published work. Reading these conversations can be useful for the exact same reasons that reading overtly bigoted books, articles, letters, and essays can be, and they often contain more up to date dogwhistles. However, this is a riskier move. Social media is built to make you keep scrolling, and you can easily find yourself at your wits end and vulnerable to a bigot whose rhetoric is slightly less obvious than the others. In addition, it can be tempting to interact- at which point the bigots will either attack you or try to recruit you, both of which are damaging to you. Only read the conversations of bigots if you are well supported and have strong impulse control, and read them in small doses.

You are not immune to propaganda, but you can partially inoculate yourself into being less vulnerable by consuming it in controlled circumstances that match your ability to recognize it as such and reject it.

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

Buffy

This was literally the opening to season 5! However, their Dracula is not our Dracula, and that fact may well get Buffy into trouble...

(As an aside, my third crackiest Dracula theory is that the woman who tries to assault Castle Dracula all by herself on May 24th and then gets eaten by wolves was the Slayer, and she bequeaths her Slayer Powers to Jonathan when she names him "monster" with her dying breath and that's why he's Like That in the back half of the novel... but I digress)

The two big differences between Dracula and your run of the mill Sunnyvale vampire in terms of lore are that Dracula is not allergic to sunlight and Dracula is not repelled by crosses. Buffy may expect her little silver cross to protect her and get overconfident. (Dracula also differs by being an Evil Wizard but, Buffy has fought wizards before too). Also we know (though Buffy may not) that Dracula won't dust when she stakes him - she also needs to cut off his head.

On the other hand everything about Buffy is designed for one purpose: to slay vampires specifically. She alone in her generation has the power to fight vampires. That means she is definitionally Dracula's match in strength and speed. Now the Slayer is not immune to vampiric mesmerism, but she may be more than usually resistant to it. I am willing to say that she could be mesmerized if the vampire is putting active effort into it, but not via the passive trance effect while the vampire is asleep, again because slaying vampires is what she's for. The ...gumption to actually go ahead and slay the vampire seems like a pretty essential ingredient if you're building a person who that's their whole job.

Similarly, while it took Van Helsing a three foot railway stake and a blacksmith hammer weilded by his beefy old man arms to put down the Girlies, I am willing to stipulate to Buffy's ability to shove Mr. Pointy or any other glorified stick through an undead sternum with her biceps alone. She can have that. She's The Vampire Slayer.

I think if Buffy comes in playing the ditzy cheerleader she'll be fine. If she understands that this is Dracula, he is not just some cold open disposable mook, and she has to approach with caution, she can pull this off. Like, if she sees Dracula as a real threat, she'll accept the old lady's crucifix, because you can't have too many weapons. If she doesn't, she might be like "no thanks, I've already got one" and be in for a nasty surprise when Dracula just doesn't work like that.

I have to assume that if Buffy the Vampire Slayer is coming to Castle Dracula, it's for the express purpose of Slaying Dracula. If she can misdirect him long enough to find his tomb she's got him. Because of her unique supernatural identity, I don't think he'd be able to turn aside her blow while asleep - that, she's not going to miss with the shovel or contract brain fever about it. And Buffy is very good at improvised weapons. She's someone who would have the idea to snap the handle for Free Stake. I think she can kill Dracula - if she can remember or figure out to cut off his head. And the Girlies she can take hand-to-hand, mistform or no.

Buffy's worst enemy is frequently herself. There's a lot of points in the series where because of one thing or another she's either over- or under-confident to a self-destructive degree. But the types of insecurities she has are not going to be terribly accessible to Dracula I think? Inability to get a date to the prom is just not on his radar of problems it is possible for a person to have. And if you trap Buffy in a creepy castle long enough you're just going to make her angry, and that tends to cancel out most of the depression, at least temporarily.

So Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer, can survive Castle Dracula because that's literally what she's for.

[bokettochild]

if i may ask, for febuwump if u don’t mind, day 15 twilight asking “who did this to you” to a whumped legend? and then protective big brother mode activate

Oh boy, I had SO many ideas for this one! Apologies for it being (checks wrist only to realize I'm not wearing a watch) late? By....time? Anyways, here's some brotherly bonding! (And copious amounts of Twilight having friends because I can!)

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 5,792

Summary: Being a big brotehr is stressful, and sometimes, Twilight just needs a break to go and be a person. When one of his brothers needs him most though, he's willing to drop everything. Although, in the end, it's not all bad.

(Warnings: References to alcohol and social drinking)

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As a rule, Twilight loves his little brothers. 

No matter who it is or what they’ve done, or even how much they might drive him up the wall on any given day, he loves them all the same and will always be there for them. Still, he’s only a man. Sometimes, as much as he loves those who he’s found as family, he also wants to get away for a bit and be not just a big brother, but more. 

At Telma’s, he’s the hero, but he’s also the country boy who doesn’t know the city well yet. He’s the daredevil, because they've never met Wild or Warriors and they don’t know how much worse it really could be. To his friends, he’s the wild one, and for once, he’s not responsible for watching out for any of them. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he’d guess they all feel the need to keep an eye on him. Ashei definitely does, all things considered, and Auru likely does as well. Considering he’s the youngest of the group though, son to one and young enough to be the child or grandchild of two others, it makes sense. 

So, naturally, after a long day on the road with the other heroes, one where Wild has been not quite a pain in his ass but definitely a challenge, no one can blame him from wanting to get away from the champion a bit. 

“It’s not that I don’t love the kid,” he tells the others, “But Ordonia’s Horns, does he try my patience some days.” 

“What did he do?” Ashei’s dark stare flicks over him, lips twitching in what, for her, is a greatly amused smile. “Climb up a freezing mountain without proper gear and nearly get killed?” 

His tankard hits the table harder than is really necessary, and he’s definitely not pouting as he stares back at her. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” 

She just blinks at him, face unchanging. 

Twilight sighs, running his free hand over his face and shaking his head at the same time. “No. He’s a smart kid, amazing at survival an’ he’d never make that kind of mistake. Well, not now.” Brows raise, but he quickly explains. “I’m sure near the start of his adventure he had to learn somehow, but as young as he is, he’s pretty exceptional in all things survival.” 

The familiar clucking of Shad’s tongue announces the arrival of the scholar, who drops without a care into the free seat beside him, smile loose and, to anyone else, haughty. Twilight knows that smile though, knows it means mischief, and he’s not wrong. “And yet we got stuck with you, when we could have had someone so capable!” 

Maybe, in the earlier days, he would have smacked the other for those words. In the early days he certainly would have wanted to, and he would have meant it too. Now, the urge to jostle him like he does with Warriors when the other teases him is still very much there, but he resists it. Shad may be close in height to the captain, but he’s not accustomed to taking blows, and a smack from the ranch hand may or may not actually leave him still sitting in his chair.  

Instead, he settles for knocking his boot against the man’s ankles, staring at him pointedly. “Yeah, I’d love to see him launch yer skinny ass up to the sky islands. Don’t know if you’d survive the trip though.” 

“But he’s a hero, saved a princess didn’t he? You expect me to believe he doesn’t know how to handle other living people?” 

He snorts. His understanding of the younger hero is filtered through uncanny dreams that, apparently, show him things that actually happen between them in the future, in the cub’s era, but even if he doesn’t hold them as memories of his own (not quite yet) he does know how Wild treats his princess. “I once saw him push his princess down a mountain, so...” 

“What?” Auru stares at him, and Twilight is abruptly reminded that their present company is not just people his own age who the shock factor works on, but also elders who might actually experience heart failure at some of the stories he could tell about his cub. “She was standin’ on a shield an’ they were doin’ this thing called shield surfin’. Worst she got was a face fulla snow when she skidded into a bank.” Somehow that doesn’t assure the elder very much. “She was laughin’ when we got her out, and she pushed herself down the next time.” He adds, watching Auru relax at least slightly at the words. 

“Well then, it’s clear they were doing it in good fun,” Shad answers. “He doesn’t sound so bad.” 

“Are you a princess?” He teases back. “Gee, Shad, I must have missed the tiara! Where you been keepin’ it?” 

Unlike himself, Shad takes no issue with smacking him for his jesting. Unfortunately for the scholar though, he can take a hit, and at worst it just feels like a slight stinging from the impact. Shad, on the other hand, cradles his hand like it’s been broken. 

Ashei shakes her head at the man, sipping from her tankard with a sigh. “You really should know better by now.” 

“I forget!” 

“You forget he’s a wall of muscle when you’re looking right at him?” Telma teases, waltzing over with a drink for Shad and offering a warm smile to all of them. 

Twilight takes the opportunity to flip the glasses of his friend’s nose. “You need a better pair of these if you’re that blind.” 

Shad squawks, fumbling for the fallen spectacles. It takes a moment, and his flailing almost ends up with them falling in his drink, but Ashei catches them neatly and offers them back. It's only when they're on the scholar’s face again that he turns to Twilight, huffing. “Why must you do that?” 

“Because I can.” 

And this is just what he means. He’s not the elder sibling here, he’s not in charge, he’s not the reliable one. To these people, he’s the young pup who beat Ganon, the country bumpkin up from Ordon who sees the city as a wonder and a giant. He’s just Link. 

Not that he resents his brothers for needing him. No, he’s glad to have a place and to know what’s expected of him, to be able to do something for them. Still, sometimes he doesn’t want to be the level-headed, well-behaved example for the younger ones to emulate. Sometimes, he wants to be as crazy as his protege. The problem is, he can’t do that with them watching, he can’t when doing so jeopardizes the trust Time has in him to help keep the younger ones in line and out of danger from their own crazy exploits. 

Here, he can be a bit crazy. Here, he can let loose. Here, no one can see him being a wild young man in his twenties. So, he enjoys it. He laughs and he teases and he and Shad go back and forth for the next hour or so with jabs and jests that have the others all rolling their eyes or sighing at them, stares heavy but not nearly as cold as they might appear to a onlooker. 

It’s a good night all told. By the time they’re all getting up to leave, Auru’s already gone home, and Telma’s getting a start on cleaning up the bar for closing. Shad’s had a bit too much, although not enough to leave him a babbling mess, just a tired one, and Twilight and Ashei are left to shoulder the scholar and haul him back to his own home. 

“I could haul him myself.”  

“I don’t doubt it,” Ashei hums from where she has Shad’s other arm around her shoulders, “but we’d never hear the end of it if he found out you princess carried him down the street like a maiden.” 

He sniffs. “If his pride’s that sens’tive, that’s his fault.” 

Her lips twitch into a little half smile. For Ashei, that’s the equivalent of a cackle. “It’s bad enough being seen with a country boy who could crush him, being treated like a woman as well hardly helps his masculinity.” 

“Again,” he chuckles, maybe slightly tipsy himself, “ain’t my fault he’s fragile.” 

Dark eyes slide to stare at him, but his friend says nothing ore on the matter. There's not much more time to say anything either, since Shad lives relatively close to the bar anyways, so getting him home is hardly a lengthily journey. Getting into his place to drop him off is a bit of a mess, as Twilight does have to support the scholar long enough for Ashei to pat him down for his keys, but once she’s got them and unlocked the door, he does take the chance to sweep the smaller man up in his rms and carry him through the door, even as the swordswoman watches while shaking her head.  

Once Shad’s laid in his bed, shoes off and tie loosened only because Ashei is a dear and not because of any kindness on Twilight’s part, they step back out into teh street together, pulling the once more locked door closed after them. 

“He’s going to be pissed.” 

He chuckles. “He can live with it.” 

A gauntleted arm nudges against his, protected against impact unlike the scholar’s hand, and much stronger too. “You say that because you’ll be gone by morning and don’t have to deal with it.” 

“You could be too,” he reminds her, “he’d never dare follow you up into the mountains.” 

This time, the rough nudge actually makes him stumble. Maybe he is tipsy. He’s about to protest at teh rough treatment, or tease, he’s not sure exactly what it is that’s on his lips because it slips away in an instant when a soft noise, a familiar sound that is his utter weakness, sounds on the flagstones of the alley not far from him.  

Ashei must see his ears prick up, face turning towards the sound, and she already knows, because one perfect brow raises with all the grace and authority of the captain. “Cat?” 

His moving feet are his only answer. 

She sighs. “Do you have to pet every one of those things that you see?” 

“Yes.” 

Despite her protests, she trails after him, watching as he peers around the alley, crouching low to find the fluffy creature. “I don’t understand why you like them so much. Aren’t you a wolf? Shouldn’t you prefer a dog’s company?” 

“I can enjoy both!” 

Ashei sniffs. “Dogs are better.”  

He turns to her, affronted and maybe, slightly offended. “They are not!” 

“You turn into a dog,” the words are flat, “shouldn’t you take that as a compliment?” 

“I’m not a dog,” he sniffs, “I turn into a wolf, and I’m still me under the fur, so it’s different anyways. Most dogs don’t act like that.” 

“You chase your tail.” 

“I had to learn to blend in so people wouldn’t suspect anything!” 

He doesn’t deign to meet the look that’s fixed on him, but he knows precisely what it is: brows raised, chin lowered, eyes flat and simply waiting for him to cave and admit she’s right. Uli pulls the same face on Rusl when he says something dumb, and he’s seen Telma do it too. He’d say it’s a woman thing, but he’s pretty sure he’s seen Warriors do it too, and Four as well, so saying that would be a very good way to get his ass kicked. Shad might be unable to do much damage, but Warriors can and has thrown his ass across the camp, and could probably do it again. 

Instead of saying anything, he keeps his eyes open, ears flickering about to catch any further hint of where the critter in the alley is hiding he thinks it’s a cat, but it was a muffled and very brief sound to begin with, so all he knows for sure is that it’s something small with paws. Crouching low and clucking his tongue softly usually draws them out, but this time there are no such results. He’s almost about to give up and accept that the sweet little thing had maybe slipped away already when Ashei’s hand catches his shoulder suddenly, grip firm. 

“What-” 

“Look,” her other hand points down at the flagstones underfoot, “blood.” 

Playfulness and excitement bleed away to a firmness he usually only takes on in battle, and he turns his attention to the spattering on the stone rather than the slight shuffling he’d thought before, although he doesn’t dismiss the noise either. “Fresh too.” 

Dark eyes meet his own, a silent question. 

Usually, he’s against using his crystal in public spaces, but it’s late eough at night, and in a seedy enough part of town that he doubts anyone’s lingering around the area to see, and if they are, they’re no good anyways. He shifts, fur and claws taking over in a now familiar twisting and aching. It doesn;t hurt anymore, no more than like stretching an unused muscle, and it only takes a moment to settle into the wolf’s body that’s as much his by this point as the hylian one he prefers. 

“I’ll follow you.” Ashei tells him, hand drifting to her hip and the sword hanging there.  

She’s ready for trouble, and he is too as he sets his nose to the ground and tries to follow the trail that is invisible to human eyes, but clear as day to him as it winds and twists around the small space they linger in. Whatever left the trail isn’t human, he knows that quickly. The scent trail springs off of walls and rubble in the streets in ways only the most skilled of fighters could achieve, and even then, likely not when injured. It’s fresh still though, like he said, so it’s not as though it fades out quickly, and it’s only a few minutes before he finds it’s end amidst some fallen crates around the corner. 

Something from within the pile of discarded containers shuffles, the same slipping of paws against stone, and rapid little breathes that sound in time with a pitter pattering heart. 

He shifts back. Wolf form is easier to use to track things, especially when his head is slightly fuzzy from alcohol, but for small animals, it’s not always the most welcome sight. A hylian with kind hands and gentle eyes is easier to accept in his experience. 

“Here?” Ashei asks, brows raised. 

He nods. “Not human.” 

She relaxes. He doesn’t. Animal death isn’t anything she worries about; she’s a warrior, a fighter, if the animals die, then they do. People are her priority. He, on the other hand, would prefer to avoid any unnecessary death if he can help it. Maybe it’s because he knows what it’s like to be on both sides of the matter, but unless strictly necessary, he doesn’t care to be a witness to or cause of death.  

Her hand slips from her sword and she stays back as he crouches low again, carefully shifting the crates and clucking softy. “Hey there, little ‘un. You okay?” 

The air seems to go still for a moment, and somehow, he knows his voice has made the creature freeze, but a moment later, as he shifts the boxes, wary lest they suddenly shift and crush the little injured thing, it seems to settle again, and the softest little questioning ‘mrrrp?’ sounds from within. 

“It’s okay,” he soothes, voice lowering, a soft rumble that rolls gently off his tongue and through his throat. Usually, it works on most animals, unless they have bad experiences with men specifically. Here, it seems to have the preferred result, and the softest brush of paws on stone touches his ears as he moves another crate. 

As the wood lifts away, he nearly drops it again at the sight that lies before him. 

“What’s wrong?” Ashei’s hand is moving to her sword again, likely as a result of the tension that’s jumped back into his shoulders, the way his ears have flicked back to press against his skull in horror. 

He doesn't answer her. Instead he’s all but throwing the crate away and reaching into the space between splintered wood. The motions are maybe too sudden, he reminds himself belatedly, for handling an injured creature, and the flinch away from his touch drives the point home. His heart wrenches somewhat at the way long ears press back and little paws stutter against stone, violet eyes squeezing shut in a wince. 

Two thoughts flicker in his head. How is Legend a rabbit, and what is he doing looking bleeding out in an alleyway as a rabbit? 

“Shhhh,” he tries to soothe, “it’s jist me, jist me, okay?” His eyes flicker over bloody pink fur to dark eyes that stare up at him, shining with a fear he’s never seen from the other before as a fluffy little chest rises and falls with breathes that would be dangerously fast for a hylian, but even for a small rodent are concerning. 

There’s a lot of blood, and he means a lot. 

“Who did this to you?” He can’t help the soft sigh in teh words, the almost coo. Small animals are most definitely his weakness, and small injured animals, even if they’re actually grouchy teenage boys, are definitely worse. His brother just looks so breakable and delicate, and the crimson matting fur together and staining the stone is just making his heart clench up even more as he reaches out. 

From behind, Ashei’s feet pad softly over, wary, but knowing her, she’d know he wouldn’t address anything threatening in that sort of voice. Still, she does recoil slightly, shock briefly flashing across her face as he manages to get a hold on his brother’s changed form, carefully lifting Legend up into his arms. “Is that a pink rabbit?” Her voice catches slightly, which is frankly impressive; she’s usually never so expressive. 

He nods, and while last time Legend had protested loudly at being picked up and handled like an actual rabbit, this time the animal form of his brotehr nestles down into his arms with a soft shudder, head resting on the crook of his arm even as wary eyes lift to stare at the swordswoman who’s likewise fixed on him.  

“What in Hylia’s-” 

“He’s hurt bad.” 

“It’s a rabbit in Castletown, are you shocked?” Reason seems to be slipping over to cover shock as she turns her eyes, flat once more, up to stare at him instead of the critter in his arms. “There’s dozens of dogs in this neighborhood, and while most have probably ever seen a rabbit before, they’re still hunters by nature.” 

The words twist in his gut. Not because he hadn’t realized; he’s changes into a wolf, he knows what sorts of urges come with the canine form, and while he might laugh it off, there’s still a part of him that, when in that form, lunges at the chance to chase small things, to get his teeth into them and shake them. He’s more man than beast of course, so he doesn’t really give into it unless he’s starving for food and a hunt is truly needed, but even then, there’s still part of him that recoils at his own actions. He’s been the one hunted before though, chased and tracked and lunged for by those who’d rather use his pelt to warm their families then let him so much as walk past them in the street. 

Still, as a wolf, he’s got teeth and claws to fight back, if he wanted to. The creature in his arms, his brother, doesn’t have that option. Legend's teeth and claws can barely draw blood, and by the time he’d gotten close enough to even try, a dog’s teeth would already be snapping around him before he could do anything. 

His arms tighten around the shivering form in his arms. In the back of his head, he can almost hear Uli, back when he was a kid still new to Ordon, still new to trees and animals and anything that wasn’t sand and swords. He shouldn't scare little things, ever, she’d told him. She’d been holding a rabbit in her arms, one she’d somehow managed to catch while they were out having a picnic in the fields with him. He’d been in wonder of the glossy fur and tiny paws, but moving too fast, too harsh, and it was hiding it’s head in her arms to avoid him. ‘They’re not made to handle scary things,” she’d murmured to himself and an equally awed Colin, who was only three at the time. ‘their little hearts might explode if you scare them too much.’ 

It’s slightly an irrational fear, considering Legend isn’t actually a rabbit, just transformed into one, but the words still ring in his head as he cradles the broken little body in his hold. 

Ashei’s stare is blank as it turns back to his little charge, lips twitching downwards briefly. “You’d be better off putting it out of its misery, Link. It can’t survive here, and you can’t take it with you.” 

The very idea makes his stomach, heart skipping up into his throat as he recoils from his friend, body shifting by instinct alone to shield his little brother from her cold stare and colder words. “No!” 

“Link...” 

“He’s not just a rabbit!” 

“How much were you drinking?” 

The implication hurts a bit. He can hold his alcohol better than that, and he hadn’t had very much at all. He knows better! He knows Sky would have words for him if he came back drunk, especially after the trouble they’ve been having with keeping certain heroes sober. “No, I’m serious! He's....” the words slip outr of his head for a moment as he turns his gaze down to dark eyes that are squeezed closed in pain. “He’s...” 

“I’m not a rabbit.” 

He’s never seen Ashei’s eyes widen that much in his life, nor her move so quickly, sword half drawn and feet scrabbling back in shock at the fact that rabbit in his arms just spoke. 

“He’s like me,” he tries, soothing one hand down blood matted fur, and realizing at the same time that he should probably do something about the damage done to the vet.  

“A shifter?” 

“A hero,” he corrects, attention now on finding the source of the blood. “And yes, he transforms when exposed to dark magic.” 

“Can he turn back on his own?” She moves closer, apparently assured by his words, even though her eyes are still fixed on the pink rabbit that can talk, likely wondering how much more insane her night is going to get. 

Twilight shakes his head. “Not without a source of light magic.” 

“But you-” 

“I have control over the crystal, and practice. He’s...different.” 

There, he’s found it, the source of the blood. His heart twists up more, somehow, when he identifies the familiar marks left by sharp teeth. It could be his own work if it was a size or two bigger, and that particular thought has his stomach lurching yet again. There’s more bites than one too, and one paw seems to have been crushed, hanging oddly and when he jostles it there’s a bitten off cry of pain from his brother’s altered form. 

“He doesn’t look good.” Ashei states grimly, ow crouched at his side and staring intently at the injuries and violet eyes that squeeze closed as rapid little breathes shake the tiny body in his hold. 

She’s right. “Is there some sorta animal doc ‘round here?” 

Raised brows. “We aren’t a country town, Link.” 

“But even city folk have horses and shit, right?” 

Ashei frowns, gaze slipping free of his own. “Horses, yes, but smaller creatures-” 

“What about Agitha?” 

A flat look. “She’s a child, and her interest is insects.” 

“Small beings that she believes are magic,” he corrects, already shifting to his feet, cradling the fluffy form in his arms with all the care he’d use with Uli’s littlest. Legend doesn’t protest the movements either, although that might just be because he’s in too much pain to do so. “A talking pink rabbit is going to make her night.” 

Following his lead, the swordswoman stands, dusting herself off with a little sigh. “It’s worth a shot, I suppose.” 

The path to the self-proclaimed princess’s house is a short one, which is the main cause of his choice to see her, that and, like he said, her love of small magical beings. A rabbit and a butterfly are very, very different, but he’s counting on the quirky nature of the girl to overrule that logic like it does with most things. Sure, putting his hopes on a twelve-year-old with questionable logic isn’t maybe the best choice he’s made in his life, but considering he took the advice of a warrior killed in battle on how to beat Gannon, no one can exactly argue that his logic is sound either. 

If anything, Agitha is awake, and when Ashei knocks at the door, it swings open quickly, revealing swinging pigtails and a bright smile that’s just slightly off-putting. “Ah, brave knight! You’ve returned!” 

The look Ashei levels him with could probably kill a lesser man. 

The bug princess swings the door open wide, smile even wider as she cocks her head on one side. “Welcome! The Princess of Bigs is happy to let you enter her kingdom!” 

“Thank you,” he bows his head slightly. The best course of action here is to play along. He’s not sure why Agitha is like this, but going along with her game doesn't hurt anyone, even if it used to drive Midna crazy. Still, she’s a kid, and he’s used to kids, good with them too. “I come seeking the princess’s help.” 

“A knight needing help from a princess? How queer!” She giggles into her hand, but then stops. It’s like her whole person stalls for a moment, eyes falling on the bundle of pink in his arms. “Oh my, what’s this you’ve brought here?” 

He exchanges a look with Ashei, and in return, she just stares. 

“This is an enchanted warrior,” he tells the girl, “he’s been cursed into this form, and injured badly. We thought, since you are princess of the creatures of the small kingdoms, that maybe you might be able to aid him, even if he isn’t one of your subjects.” 

He can feel the groan building up from his companion, but she doesn’t release it, thankfully. Agitha probably wouldn’t notice if she had though, gliding forwards slowly with features pinched up into an honestly adorable pout. “Oh, the poor, poor little warrior!” She coos. “Yes, I am not princess of the mammal world, but I do not have a heart of stone. Here,” her arms are thrust out, open and waiting, “allow the Princess to help him!” 

He’s more hesitant than he’d like when handing over the vet’s beaten form, but Agitha handles him with surprising care, shushing and cooing as she strokes back long ears, whisking around to head off deeper into the room. Twilight trails after, leaving Ashei at the door, as the woman does not appear to be at all interested in plunging further into the insect castle. He’s cautious with where he puts his feet and keeps his distance, also wary of his surroundings. Meanwhile, Agitha lays the vet’s rabbit form on a tabletop and, with quick kiss to the brow that would be very ill advised considering the blood there, she darts off to grab something from one of the many nooks and crannies about the room. 

It’s honestly impressive, considering her age and the general doubts he has for her sanity, how efficient the insect princess handles the injuries presented to her. She shows little worry for the blood that gets on her dress and many accessories, humming softly to herself as she set bones with ease that’s almost scary and binds up wounds with care that he’d almost mistake for the skill of an actual healer. Once she’s done though, she’s scooping up Legend’s little body and settling him back in Twilight’s arms, a smile on her face as she winks up at him, one finger pressed to her cheek with a coy little smile 

 “Lucky for you, Mister Captain Hero taught me a thing or two on treating wounds! He’s all fixed now! Make sure to let him rest and give him lots too eat, okay? And lots of pets!” She claps her now blood stained hands, smile still shining. “He’s such a darling thing! He deserves all the pets in the world! Oh, I wish you could pet bugs, but there’s so little of them to pet, and butterflies die if you pet them...” 

His smile is stilted, but he manages to bob his head in thanks all the same. “Thank you, princess.” 

“Of course, brave knight,” he’s answered with a charming smile and a little curtsy, one that leaves bloody fingerprints on pink skirts. “If ever you find another such wounded warrior of the magical world, do bring them here. Princess Agitha will take care of them!” 

Ashei hurries them out the door before ‘Princess Agitha’ can say much more than that. Honestly, he’s thankful. She’s not a bd kid, but she’s kind of off-putting if he’s being honest. Legend’s face buried in his arms indicates that he too finds the girl somewhat off-putting, even if he hadn’t spoken at all since they alley. 

“That child is insane.” Ashei pronounces once they’re safely away again. 

It’s strained, but he finds himself laughing slightly, hand dragging over long ears as he walks and resisting, strongly, the urge to rub his face into long fur. “Yeah, prob’bly.” 

A side glance is fixed on him, feet not stopping on the well known path back past the bar. “Will you be going back to your inn now?” 

He nods, glancing down to find Legend is staring up at him as well, gaze hazy from either pain or exhaustion, he’s not sure. “Yeah. It’s pretty late, an’ i still need to get him changed back before the others realize he’s missin’.” And then, as an after thought, he adds, “I know the way back.” 

“You had a bit to drink.” 

“Ashei,” he laughs, strained, “no one’s gonna try anything on swordsman wearing wolf’s pelt, not if they have an ounce of sense! ‘Sides, it’s not far off.” 

Her stare is heavy. 

“I’m fine. If anythin’ as the man here, I ought to be offerin’ to walk you home!” 

Weight is nothing in comparison to the sharpness in those eyes. “Watch it, Ordon.” 

“Yes, miss.” 

She shakes her head, dark hair somehow not so much as swishing with the motion. “Have a good night.” And then she’s heading off, not even bothering to wait around for his echo of her farewell and instead disappearing around a corner up ahead, pace faster than his own as he tries to keep steady and not jostle the brother in his hold. With her gone though, it’s just Legend and himself, violet eyes truned up to stare blearily up at him. 

“We are gonn talk about this later,” he warns, even as he sets off towards the inn again. 

Legend shifts, ears flicking slightly in answer, but he doesn’t talk. If anything, the rabbit in his arms curls in tighter, defensive.  

“I’m not mad,” he’s quick to assure, foddling long ears gently, “but you scared me there, vet.” 

Still no answer. He resigns himself to silence as his feet carry the two of them down the mostly quiet streets of Castletown and back to the inn, one hand still running through silky fur, careful not to catch on where it’s still matted with blood.  

“Here’s hoping Sky doesn’t have our heads for wakin’ him.” He sighs as they come to the door, and he has to stop his petting of pink fur to push it open. “Hopefully the rest are also asleep, cuz I ain’t got an answer for any of this.” 

The rabbit in his arms snorts, but th head that’s been lolling into the crook of his arm raises to butt against him gently. It startles him. 

So many years ago, Uli said that was how rabbits indicate affection, or ask for more pets. Good grief, how out of it is Legend: Mister-Don't-Touch-Me-I-Will-Bite-You? There’s no way to know though, but he doesn't look a gift bunny in the mouth, and he’s only too happy to continue his petting as he takes the stairs up to their room, nodding briefly to the wide eyed inn-keeper as he goes. 

Tomorrow, he will have to ask Legend what happened. Tomorrow, he will have to adopt being a good, responsile big brotehr who gets to the bottom of things, but for tonight, he’s simply content to try and turn his brother back to a hylian, get a potion down his throat, and head to bed, leaving the adult stuff to future Twilight. That’s easy enough too. Sky has questions, but is too tired to slur through them, and while feeding the vet a potion is hard with the other slumping against him so heavily, but they manage. They manage and then he’s slumping himself back into the bed left open for him. He sort of expects Legend to slip away after, but belatedly, he realizes that’s just impossible. Maybe it was the petting, since he’s been there and he gets how much it turns his muscles into jelly, but pink hair hits his chest the moment his back has settled into the mattress, and the hand that catches in the front of his tunic further cements that Legend isn’t going anywhere. 

Ah well, if Legend’s going to take up space in his bed, he reserves the right to keep running his hands through fluffy pink. If Legend doesn’t tell him to stop, he won’t. The vet doesn’t eitehr, just hums softly, curling in on himself and nestling into his side with a soft sigh that would almost, almost fool him into thinking his brother was still in his beast form. 

Tomorrow will be interesting. Explaining the blood on their clothes, where they’d been, and all else won’t be fun. But for tonight they can have a little more peace. The scare is over, and Twilight’s free for just a little bit more. And hey, the brief panic was worth it, especially considering he’s getting cuddles out of the deal! 

[romirola]

Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Favorite Carnival Activities and Foods

David: David’s favorite activity at a carnival is the Ring Toss. He knows that most games are rigged, but somehow, David always manages to excel at that game. He strikes the perfect balance of strength and finesse. When asked which prize he’d like, David always lets Angel pick something out for him because (since their mating), Angel suggests that they donate the stuffed animal they selected to the pups’ room in the Shaw Pack den, so lots of kids can enjoy. Their mere idea of using the prize for the young pups makes David’s heart melt. As for his go-to fair food? Fried dough with a generous sprinkle of sugar. There’s no such thing as nutritious fair food, and frankly, if there were, David would not want to touch it. After all, it’s not often that he goes to a carnival. While he’s there, he might as well enjoy and indulge!

Angel: Angel is a big Bumper Cars fan. They love to get behind the wheel and take down anyone and everyone they can. No one is safe from their bumper-car road-rage, even (especially) the pack. After their victory, they will track down a sausage sandwich with grilled onions and peppers to celebrate. 

Asher: Asher always looks forward to the Scrambler ride, because no matter how hard he tries, the pattern of movement always confuses him, which is what excites and thrills him. He habitually orders a large plate of nachos with every kind of cheese (or ‘cheese-product’) to share with the pack. Not only does Asher love nachos, but he also enjoys letting his friends have a bite. A bonus, his friends will usually let him sneak a bite of their food as repayment, meaning Asher gets to sample the whole carnival.  

Babe: Babe does not do rides because they get horrible motion sickness. They do, however, love playing all the games. Their favorite game to play is the Water Shooting Game, because they always do well. Since Babe saves money by not going on the rides, they are able to play almost every game and usually return home with many prizes of all sizes. Their favorite food to eat is caramel corn, because it’s somehow always better when eaten at a carnival than at home.

Milo: Milo makes a beeline for the Strongman Game whenever he attends a fair. He makes the bell ding every time, much to the surprise and chagrin of the employees. In fact, once, after Sweetheart declared that a stuffed gray wolf plush (which happened to reflect Milo’s own wolf form) was the cutest, best prize of the whole fair, Milo made it his mission to win. The plush, named Hammer, now resides on Milo’s and Sweetheart’s bed. (In fact, this is a headcanon I developed and discussed in an old fic, Cross My Heart.) Afterwards, Milo is hot to trot to get his hands on a nice, hot, salted soft pretzel. It’s filling, delicious, and quintessential to the fair experience. 

Sweetheart: Although one might expect Sweetheart to enjoy funhouses or horror houses, their favorite carnival activity is actually the Carousel. They walked up and down to seek out the perfect horse, ideally one with unique markings and/or close to the outer edge so that they can wave to their friends on each rotation. Sweetheart never leaves a carnival without eating a candy apple. They can’t resist the sweet treat, and love how convenient it is on a stick.

Darling: Darling adores a session in the Photo Booth. They ask (or sometimes, force) each of their friends to take a few pictures with them. Darling is a master at posing, always ensuring they get a wide range of shots showcasing all the fun they have. After the fair, Darling will copy the photos, keeping one set for themselves and giving the other one to the person. Having a physical reminder of the fun memories is so meaningful to Darling, especially if they begin to feel loneliness creep in. While at the fair, they usually opt for a corndog slathered in mustard. They have a very strong stomach. 

Sam: Sam may be reluctant about crowds, noise, and being forced to convert your money into ‘tickets’ to hide how expensive everything, but even he enjoys a slow ride on the Ferris Wheel. It’s a beautiful opportunity to see all the stars above and all the hustle-and-bustle below, especially when it’s Darling sitting next to him in the seat, holding his hand in theirs. Ever one with a sweet tooth (or sweet fang, rather), Sam usually gets a hot fudge sundae to eat, savoring each spoonful. 

BONUS!

Gabe: A bit of an adrenaline-junkie, Gabe always enjoyed the Roller Coaster. David clearly heard the familiar howl in his father’s voice as he dropped from the apex. Gabe always opted for french fries when it was his turn to order, but in reality, it was his job to eat whatever anyone else ordered and didn’t like or couldn’t finish. It was a job at which he performed efficiently. 

Marie: Marie never leaves a fair without getting her face painted. She usually asks for a wolf. Her favorite food is the pack of sandwiches she smuggled into the fair by hiding them in her large purse, because fair food is too greasy, too expensive, and (probably) prepared with too many health/cleanliness violations for her to even think about putting it in her mouth.

[starlightstevie]

top gun fic recs

it’s been a while since i made one of these so thought i’d return with a bang! here’s a list of some absolutely incredible top gun fics - thank you to all the writers for sharing you amazing work with the rest of us! i’ll update this list with any new fics i find - happy reading! x

* is smut

*flyboy (series) by @kryptonitejelly summary: jake gets called back to topgun the same time you’ve been granted a sabbatical from work. he invites you, his purely platonic best friend of years, to live with him for 6 months and you accept. just two best friends kicking it back for 6 months in san diego, fightertown usa, right?

*warning: do not engage by @clints-lucky-arrow summary: you hate hangman. really, you do... or so you like to think, until it begins to seem like that distaste might not be as strong as you’d prefer to believe.

*touch me, i’m sick by @ohcaptains summary: it’s always been easy to resist hangman’s charm - until one lonely night, when it becomes the hardest task you’ve ever had to complete.

*coveted facade by @inklore summary: hangman can’t stop running his mouth during sex and gives the cockiest dirty talk known to man and you try to fake hating it but your body says otherwise

*soft by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: hangman discovers he’s not as big and bad as he thinks he is.

the one piece by @siempre-bucky summary: jake had seen you in everything under the sun, but a single black one-piece swimsuit turns him absolutely feral.

*save a jet, ride a pilot by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: hangman is cocky and arrogant and dumb and mean and also kind of a sex god, and you hate him.

*loud and clear by @theonetrueneohero summary: a fated pairing between you and your brother’s best friend.

*do not disturb by @callsign-valley summary: a late night caller comes to your hotel room door.

*please daddy? by @callsign-valley summary: hangman and his utter inability to keep his shit together when called daddy

the joker by @gogobootz1 summary: as the owner of the foremost bakery in fightertown, slight kitchen mishaps aren't uncommon for you. but when you have a big one, can penny and a certain naval aviator help you out?

*all in by @seasonsbloom summary: you make jake’s dreams come true.

*cowboy!jake by @seasonsbloom

*giving jake his birthday present by @seasonsbloom

*i know you want it, do-si-don’tcha by @theharddeck summary: you and hangman walk home in the rain after a night at a dance hall, and warm up back at the airbnb.

kiss in the rain by @hanluev summary: jake is very endearing when he’s half-asleep.

flyboy!jake protecting your head by @kryptonitejelly

*the last word by @sunlightmurdock summary: in which jake can’t let you have the last word.

cookie dough love by @royalmaybank summary: in which jake isn’t shy about his affections for you.

*who’s winning by @katcoquette summary: you run into jake on a night out with friends and decide to make the most out of the unexpected meet-up with another game, and this time, the rules are so simple, you don’t think either of you will be able to cheat.

stood up. picked up. by @lostdreamr-blog1 summary: when you get stood up on your date, a certain pilot is there to pick you up.

the only one for me by @saintlike78 summary: other women just don’t seem to care that you’re jake’s wife or the fact that you’re sitting right next to him whilst they flirt with him. 

sharing a bed with jake for the first time by @kryptonitejelly

*kiss your fingers by @sunderlust​ summary: sometimes the best way to shut you up is to fill your mouth.

*intoxicated by @hederasgarden​ summary: a drunken confession to your best friends leads to more than you expected.

can i buy you a drink? by @kryptonitejelly​ summary: we all know jake is possessive as shit but when he’s out with his girl and he’s like yeah baby get those free drinks.

sun-kissed by @ddejavvu​ summary: jake finds out why you go through a particular scent of candle so fast.

*easy lover by @hellsbarnes​ summary: after sleeping with jake one too many times and getting nowhere, you decide to give up, not knowing how he truly feels.

*veracious by @inklore​ summary: shower sex with hangman.

*fair game by @sunlightmurdock​ summary: bradley has been a shitty boyfriend. his girl isn’t happy. in jake’s eyes, that means she’s fair game.

*warm by @lt-bradshaw​ summary: jake is cool when he wants to be, and warm when you need him to be.

*never knew (that i could fall so hard) by @softspiderling​ summary: you and jake are friends. just friends.

parking spots and matcha lattes by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: in an attempt to get coffee, you meet a grade a asshole whose head you want to rip off. meanwhile, jake seresin is pretty certain he just met his future wife in the parking lot of a coffee shop.​

*so, why do they call you rooster? by @sunlightmurdock summary: sizekinksizekinksizekink

*invisible string by @halfway-happyyy summary: rooster’s about to leave on a mission he doesn’t know if he’ll be back from, and he wants you in every way imaginable.

*you look hot when you cry by @pearliepeach summary: whiny bottom bradley, whiny bottom bradley, whiny bottom bradley

*dog fight by @sunlightmurdock summary: you and rooster had fling during your first time at top gun. it ended with you both swearing you never caught feelings and going zero contact. now, when you’re both called back to top gun, you spend two weeks denying your feelings until they all come rushing to the surface.

*do it right by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: bradley bradshaw’s presence in your life has ruined you for any other man. he’s set your expectations too high; he was raised right and he knows how to treat girls, he’s handsome and goofy and fun and kind, characteristics and qualities you haven’t been able to find in other guys.

*never have i ever by @katebishopsbow summary: a game of never have i ever leads to bradley (as well as everyone) finding out that you are a virgin. the thought of being your first drives him a little crazy, and he can’t wait to ruin your sweet innocence.

*mutual masturbations by @dreamersparacosm summary: mutual masturbation (n): sexual activity in which two individuals stimulate each other's genitals at the same time for the purpose of sexual gratification.

*difficult by @bradshawsbitch summary: when bradley returned from deployment, or a mission, you would still overwhelm him with hugs, kisses and tears (because that you couldn’t quite seem to stop), uttering his name over and over again like a prayer against his warm skin. his name ghosting over his own lips, his cheeks, his neck - grounding him.

*size kink by @lovelybucky1 summary: to say you had a crush on bradley bradshaw would be an understatement. you were head-over-heels, embarrassingly, hopelessly in love with him, and you have been since freshman year.

enchanted by @feralforfrank summary: you're visiting your childhood friend, natasha, when your eye happens to catch a very attractive pilot.

*just the tip by @cherrycola27 summary: you weren't totally sure when you noticed it, but once you had, you couldn't stop noticing it. It's was all you could seem to focus on, the unconscious habit your boyfriend had everytime he was extremely focused.

*cum play by @lovelybucky1​ summary: rooster knows he’s a little bit fucked up. has known since he first discovered porno magazines and had internet access.

*dirty talk by @someplace-darker​ summary: bradley didn’t tell you he was coming home early when you sent him those nudes... that doesn’t seem fair.

wallflower series by @stranger-nightmare one | two | three summary: at another function hosted by the academy, you find bob being his usual wallflower self, sneaking off somewhere to be alone and away from the crow, but this time you decide to keep him company...

*look into your eyes by @constillatedchaos summary: you had been the one to suggest mirror sex, but bob was rolling with it insanely well.

bob + the garter toss at his wedding by @topguncortez

*i like cherry flavored things, not cherries by @pearliepeach summary: bob is highly skilled at using his tongue.

cobalt eyes and sweet smiles by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: in which a certain shy, quiet wso catches your attention one night.

*tonight you belong to me by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: a surprise reunion has you and bob trying for something much earlier than anticipated. not that either one of you is complaining about it.

*it’s always the quiet ones by @princessphilly​ summary: you hadn’t had high hopes as you played wing woman.

*peppermint by @bobbyonboard​ summary: it’s 115 degrees in lemoore and the ac in bob’s truck is busted.

*full of surprises by @withahappyrefrain summary: you learn some surprising things about bob at the end of a date.

*misconceptions by @callsign-valley hangman x reader x rooster: jake discovers a pretty interesting twist in you and rooster’s relationship.

*night drive by @hederasgarden hangman x reader x rooster: your reunion with rooster gets interrupted by hangman.

*final girl by @clints-lucky-arrow​ hangman x reader x rooster: house-sitting in your aunt’s creepy mansion was unnerving at the best of times. it’s a good thing that you’re never scared—right?or: sometimes, your boyfriends’ antics are deliciously exasperating.”  

[profoundbondfanfic]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you)

heard from your mother (she don’t recognize you) by rupertgayes (@rupertgayes) Rating: Mature Word Count: 538k

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things: Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; he has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; he keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who must be as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is. For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

Are you in the mood to experience the whole story developing a bit differently right from the start?

Then here you go!

On one hand there is Dean, still having a hard time handling his brother leaving for college years ago and trying to somehow manage by doing his due diligence as a hunter and following his father’s demands to the letter. Somewhere along the way, however, he starts to constantly cross paths with a man who remembers nothing from his life apart from his name and a strong urge to hunt monsters. At first Dean has no idea what to make of this guy who calls himself Cas, but over time their connection and relationship grows into something very personal as everything around them unravels.

If you ever wanted to know what would happen if you were to throw Cas into pre canon and early season SPN, this series certainly doesn’t hesitate to show you just that! Cas has no clue where he is coming from, who he even is deep down, and yet he gives it his everything to use his abilities to save as many people as possible. 

And Dean, bless him, simply can’t help but be drawn to all of that (because how could he not?), no matter how hard he fights it. Since at the end of the day he is still Dean Winchester who’s simply unable to resist a blue-eyed weirdo of a guy who could very well be an actual honest-to-God angel or whatever (not that something like that exists, right?? RIGHT????) by the way he is acting and showing off his strange powers and all that. Poor Dean is just helpless and it’s the greatest fun to see him sinking deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole!

But it’s also intriguing to watch everything unfold in a slightly different manner, with some crucial details changed, and the mystery of Cas’ past, of his true being, is wonderfully depicted as they gather more and more breadcrumbs over time. I mean, technically we all know the answer to the puzzle that is Cas, contrary to the characters, and yet (or maybe especially because of it) you find yourself ridiculously invested.

And yes, this series is a big boy, I’ll give it that, but I promise you it’s worth it and you will barely feel time flying by as you dive into this alternate and yet so very familiar version of events which are going to leave you on the edge of your seat!

So please, have fun 😁

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Easter Panic 2: the Brothers are now Rabbits

Lucifer:

he hopes for the person who caused this that he will never find them

and he hopes for you that unless you want your D.D.D broken you delete all of those pictures of him in this ridiculous form

you can also laugh as much as you want but now your the one who has to look after his Brothers

but in exchange for practically being forced to take over Lucifer´s work he will allow you to pet him and maybe feed him some treats

but only once and if you tell anybody he will end you

but don´t stop petting him because this is actually very comfortable

Mammon:

okay he may or may not have tried to pawn of a cursed artifact he found while working as a bunny boy

but in his defense he didn´t know it would turn him into a damn Rabbit!

he also refuses to let you pet him or even pick him up

at first, as if he wouldn´t carve into the sweet temptation of his favorite Human trying to shower him with affection

after his initial refusal you couldn´t remove him even if you wanted to, which you clearl wouldn´t want to

he also tried to use this to his advantage to pull of some of his schemes

it didn´t not work

but he got even more cuddles from you so he could care less if it worked or not

Leviathan:

he was losing it

what do you mean he´s a Rabbit now!? he still has games to finish!

he will actually try to hide in his bathtub until he will turn back into his normal self

the only exception of course is you, but only because your the only one who can enter his room without a bunch of Curses going of

and he´s now dying of embarrassment because you saw him like this

believe me when I say he was surprised when you just picked him up and decided to cuddle him

you didn´t think it was possible but you swear you could even see him blush

pretty sure when this wears of he will never look you in the eyes ever again

which to be fair he didn´t do before but now it´s worse

Satan:

laments the fact he´s a Rabbit instead of a Cat

but he can bully Lucifer a lot easier now, but that´s probably because you will save him while he´s a Rabbit

he also forces you to read for him because he can´t with his paws

which may or may not be a partial excuse to nap on your lap

he will also get a lot of pets and you are also a good reader

he also bites everybody who will enter his room and disturbes your time together

Mammon had to learn this the hard way...

Asmodeus:

he will get so upset by the fact his adoring fans won´t see him for a while

but he´s still super cute so he doesn´t care to much~<3

he will love the fact you have to take care of him and take advantage of it as much as he can, which is mainly just a bunch of hugs and cuddles constantly

and kisses of course

he also made you get him some stylish outfits and buy some Rabbit friendly nail polish

seems like your the one giving him a make-over this time

despite him being a Rabbit you better not fuck up his teeth are surprisingly sharp

Beelzebub:

he´s a very big and fluffy bunny

but still a very hungry boy

you didn´t think anybody would get through so many vegetables in so little time but as usual Beel is full of surprises

he will also use the biggest puppy (bunny?) eyes when his food runs out, it´s even harder to resist now

you probably shouldn´t feed him meat but he get´s whatever is on your plate when he finds you

he´s very cuddly too, usually after he finished eating

he just needs a little nap with one of his favorite people

he´s very fluffy and would be a great pillow

Belphegor:

very sleepy bun

just as normal Belphie does he sleeps 24/7

but now he´s allowed to constantly snuggle in your lap for his nap, which he sees as a win

you aren´t immune against bunny propaganda aka he´s an even cuter guy now and you can´t say no no matter how hard you try

he will take advantage of this, he even managed to get you to prank Lucifer in his place

and you even managed to escape without being seen (Lucifer thought it was Satan)

when he can´t find you to nap one he usually jumps up into the attic to take a nap

he will only get down when you come to carry him down

[windvexer]

for like the fifth time I'm going to try and say my feelings on "you have to do physical support actions or your magic won't work"

if you're not familiar with this it basically means performing regular ""mundane"" actions that correspond with your magical intent. Cast a house protection spell, but also lock the doors. Cast a job spell, but also apply for jobs.

At face value it does not seem like very bad advice and in fact I do think that for many people it's decent advice, in fact I suspect it's helpful for many,

but I find an intense difference between these two statements:

"Mundane supportive actions can be a helpful technique for manifestation. It's something you might try as part of your magical experiments or for troubleshooting when your magic isn't working well,"

and,

"You must perform corresponding physical actions or your magic will not work."

And I think that most people just sort of automatically assume some version of this to be true without ever really thinking about it. And today I'd like to tug at some of this base assumption yarn and see what the cardigan looks like when we're done.

Here are some things I see said about this:

"Magic follows the path of least resistance [assumption of its own, but let's roll with it] and taking mundane supportive action reduces resistance against the spell."

Well, does it though?

Let's assume that magic takes the path of least resistance

(and gods, spirits, and entities always, universally, and unfailingly function in a way that simply takes the least amount of energy possible and never behave in unique and unpredictable ways according to their personality and whims)

and that the path of least resistance for a job spell is that the delivery person is going to hand you a package at your door and say, "hey, we're hiring, I get a bonus referral if you call this number by Friday."

Okay, so that's the path of least resistance. By, like, a huge margin. Let's say that path has 5 resistance points (low!).

And you applying for jobs online or in person has 750 resistance points (holy shit, that's quite high).

Like, right now, for whatever reason, you're just not getting hired when you submit your resume (*your "best friend" hid swear words in your job experience column as a "joke").

For this thought experiment, the spell is simply going to manifest by the delivery person handing you a referral printout.

So let me ask you this

Is going out to apply to jobs with your resume actually reducing "resistance" in a way that matters at all?

In fact, in some scenarios, is it possible that the actions you take (turning in your tainted resume) increase resistance, even though from our perspective it is supposed to be helping?

In this thought exercise, these mundane actions which are supposed to be helping are either irrelevant to the path the spell is actually going to take, or are actually increasing "resistance."

So -

Are mundane actions always necessary to compel spells to manifest?

And if they are always necessary, what is the mystical function which links unrelated and unhelpful actions to the actual manifestation of the spell?

I've never seen anyone explain that part. Because I think people would say something like

The Universe wants to see you work towards your own goals

In which case, that is the spell, I've already done that, it was me casting the spell!!!!!

(Also I'm not New Age, I do not believe in a conscious or co-creating Universe in a way that matters, and my spiritual beliefs about the Universe do not intersect with my magic)

or maybe they'd say like

Splashing around in the pond of Applying For Jobs somehow causes ripples in the Jobs pond that makes it easier for the spell to manifest,

like apparently there's some sort of surface tension that we need to break in order to allow the spell to manifest at all.

And to be perfectly honest,

yeah.

I believe in that one.

I believe it helps!!

It's the equivalent of a cartoon where a big cloud of dust kicks up and then something important is swapped out behind the scenes but we don't really know how it happened.

But!

I don't believe it helps all of the time!

I don't believe it is necessary all of the time!

When facing a very stagnant or resistant situation, I personally find that a valid magical technique is splashing about in the pond and getting the silt stirred up and then bippity boppity, the change happened!

This of course implies that such actions may be unnecessary and even very unhelpful when:

Situations are rapidly changing and fast-paced

Situations are very delicate and it was already never safe for you to take the only available mundane options

...you didn't need to do so, because the spell was going to manifest just fine anyway

The splashing is actually getting directly in the way of causing manifestation

Let's revisit that job spell where your ""friend"" fucked with your resume.

Now let's say that your job spell has specific requirements.

Let's say that you must have a work from home position in your niche field.

The only way to get these jobs (besides in-person networking, which you can't do because you are disabled) is to apply online.

And in this field you do not fill out little job apps. You always send in your resume.

Every single time you send in your resume, you are unknowingly sending a tampered resume that uses extremely inappropriate language.

Because you have been told you must take mundane supportive action or your spell will not manifest, you actively seek out employers and send them your resume. They never reply.

Once you send in your resume, even employers who were talking to you stopped contact.

Someone on Twitter reaches out to you! Unexpected! Great lead! You send in your resume (you must perform physical supportive actions or your spell will not manifest) and...

They block you.

"Now hold on," perhaps you are saying, "this is such a specific situation. And not very reasonable, either. A majority of people will be able to perform physical supportive actions that are actually helpful."

In which I return to point #1, where if the only way the spell was going to manifest was via the delivery driver, how do you know any specific action you are taking is actually helpful?

And waving back to point #2, which is, it is reasonable, actually, for people to be doing everything appropriate and reasonable to support their spellwork, but unknownst to them there is some hidden problem that is causing mundane actions to fuck up manifestation,

whether or not it is a simple and obvious problem like a fucky resume, or whether it is a very obscure and esoteric problem,

But then also let's roll right into point #3, which is,

I just don't believe that a majority of practitioners, even very good practitioners, are so adept at spellwork that they know exactly the "path of resistance" their spells are going to take,

because for some reason when people say "path of least resistance" apparently they're envisioning like 2 or 3 huge macro channels we can get in there and dig out with shovels,

and not ten thousand cracks the size of spider legs smashed into the mirror of reality,

each one almost as equally likely as one another,

running into each other like colors in a liquid prism,

many of which may not respond at all to our clumsy actions,

may be specifically resistant to our actions,

or operate on planes of existence so Other that it is a miracle the intersect with physical reality at all, and yet are as alike as any crack to shunt our manifestations to our feet.

"Magic follows the path of least resistance" is a delightful nod at Newtonian physics, and doesn't actually imply that, like, these paths are things we can necessarily interact with in a way that matters,

are large enough that we can adeptly manipulate them with our mountainous, clunky bodies,

are channels we recognize or personally believe in,

or even exist within our realm of comprehension.

The "path of least resistance" could be nine hundred thoughts flitting through a series of retail worker's minds, one secret shopper not being able to find the right brand of salsa, a dropped cigarette, and an exasperated manager finally turning to Annoying Chad and saying, "you said you can get your friend to work here, right?"

well, anyway.

Thoughts like these are why I question this magical "law" as being a law in the first place, and why some of the stuff we take for granted in manifestation not really mattering at all, sometimes.

I just believe that magic is supposed to work.

I do think that very often, and for mysterious reasons of mystery, mundane support actions can help. (splashing in the pond, &etc)

I think that if you are personally having trouble manifesting, or if you are new to magic and you're not sure what to try first,

experimenting with mundane support actions is just dandy.

I think that if you're more experienced in magic and looking to try something new, experimenting with magical support actions is a nifty way to flesh out your personal praxis.

But I think that unless you are specifically working with a magical tradition that requires mundane support actions,

then this is not an actual rule or law at all. It's just a technique, and like any other can help, harm, or do nothing at all.

[welcometololaland]

WIP WORKING WEEK PART 1: THE RING-IN (AGAIN) (not sure if this is 57 sentences exactly but here you go - TK, Carlos and Nancy go to a spin cycle class, and TK and Carlos assess the quality of the restrooms).

The spin cycle class is exactly as TK expects – sweaty, loud and full of middle aged women who are far better at riding a stationary bike than he is. On the upside, he gets to sneak looks at Carlos every thirty seconds and appreciate another perfect part of his husband’s physique: the way the muscles in his shoulders flex as he shifts the distribution of his weight, the tight swell of his ass in workout shorts, the way his skin looks golden in the dim lights, glittering with sweat. 

On the downside, so does everybody else.

Carlos is so distracting that the instructor has trouble maintaining control over the class. Despite their spin bike prowess, many of the women seem to be gradually losing interest in the class as Carlos gets increasingly sweaty. At some point, the music gets turned up, as does the instructor’s mic, trying to redirect attention to the fact that they’re supposed to be changing their resistance every few minutes. On a quick glance, TK suspects a fair few people haven’t gone up a level for half the class.

TK isn’t typically the jealous type. In fact, he feels vindicated by the attention Carlos gets because he finds the man borderline irresistible, and being in love with such a gorgeous creature has made him do some pretty insane things. Even so, there’s a limit to how much appreciation he can endure before he feels the need to savagely stake his claim.

“Stop looking like you want to murder that poor woman in her sleep,” Nancy says through laboured breaths. They’re just about to get back out of the saddle, although TK has sort of lost which part of the class they’re up to.

“Her jaw is practically on the floor,” TK mutters. “Do you think she could pick it up one of these days?”

“You can’t seriously be jealous of Janice over there,” Nancy snorts. “Have you forgotten that your husband is completely obsessed with you? He bought you a pet lizard the other day.”

“Bearded dragon,” TK corrects. “And the fact that Carlos loves me isn’t going to stop me informing the entire class that he’s gay and he’s mine.”

Nancy rolls her eyes, blinking as the sweat from her brow appears to momentarily blind her. “You need to cool down,” she says drily. “Go outside and then come back in when you’re ready to play nicely with the other children.”

“What? And look like I suck?!” TK protests. “I’m not giving Janice the satisfaction.”

“You do kinda suck,” Nancy mutters, “also – and I say this in the nicest way possible – no one is looking at you.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” TK snipes as he stops pedalling and hops off the spin bike, plucking his water bottle from the holder like it’s personally offended him. “Also, you suck.”

“Don’t forget your towel!” Nancy snickers, and then wobbles dangerously on her bike as TK pulls it off with a flourish. He feels like a matador tempting a bull, because the instructor gives him a very dirty look.

TK has to admit, once he’s back in the cool, heavily air-conditioned hallway, he starts to feel a lot better. There’s something about getting sweaty in a room full of other sweaty people that grosses him out a bit and he’s admittedly not the best at being told what to do. Unless it’s at his job, but that’s because he respects his father and Tommy more than he respects most people. A hell of a lot more than he respects any spin cycle instructor, at least.

“Hey,” Carlos says, dropping down onto the bench seat next to him. “What’s up? Are you okay?”

TK takes one look at him and wishes he didn’t, because the concern written into Carlos’ expression combined with his sweat-slicked curls and the big, irresistible brown eyes renders him completely weak.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Just sick of how good you look. Also, I don’t like spin cycle.”

Carlos arches an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Yes, you did,” TK mutters under his breath, but loses his train of thought completely as Carlos cups his cheek in one hand.

“You don’t like getting sweaty with me?” he asks, and although it sounds innocent, the wink that accompanies is anything but.

“Careful,” TK warns. “The restrooms are less than twenty feet away and I’m very frustrated.”

Carlos drops his hand and looks over his shoulder, before turning back to TK with a coy smile. “Think there’s anyone in them right now? The class is fully booked and it looks like the reception area is empty.”

TK stares, mouth watering. “Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?”

“Well,” Carlos replies mildly. “You must be rubbing off on me.”

“I’ll show you something else I can rub off,” TK smirks, before taking Carlos’ hand and tugging him towards the door.

[songsofbloodandwater]

RE: people online talking about how Mercury Retrograde affects them negatively or urging others to do protection work because of this and that eclipse or trine or conjunction or stellar event of your choice. May I bring a different perspective to the table?

I haven't personally felt any negative repercussions. I have felt pressure and shifts here and there, but I wouldn't call that negative or malevolent. I actually only felt a surge of energy recently and, in fact, even did a money working on the day of the last eclipse!

Put down the pitchforks, I am a witch but I'm not senseless. I simply don't see any stellar events as inherently beneficial or malevolent. I find that reductive. Movements, conjunctions, eclipses, anything about the luminaries... is all part of the wider spirit ecosystem and part something else. Part warning and part lesson, and part opportunities that you're invited to take... or resist. It all becomes subjective when you take into consideration who these events are affecting and what the person is doing in relation to that.

You wouldn't call a wildfire inherently malevolent, yet it is destructive. It's simply nature finding it's way. It is an important part of many ecosystems ensuring fertility of the land and the correct sprouting of those seeds that need warmth and ash to grow. Same thing with those considered "malevolent" stars... they're wildfires or, given the current placement of certain Luminaries that seem to worry some of you so much, perhaps you can see them more as floods. A big flood. Where you can learn to go with the current or try to go against it and keep doing whatever it was you were doing before the flood happened.

So, forgive my ecologist brain for having no better way to explain this but see, if you're a very dry soil acclimated plant with no tolerance for salty marshgrounds, you'll obviously see this spring tide as malevolent. You could even argue that the sea is out to kill you, and you're a poor little innocent land plant. Evil Ocean. But other species thrive in the intertidal. I'm having the time of my life.

Assess your current situation, in all that is material and mundane and also in all spiritual fronts, consider what Spirits (up among the Stars, or related to them) may be working with you or against you, and how. You'll likely find more allies than enemies. That by itself is a reassurance, and you'll do good staying by their side until your "problems" are solved. Reorganize and restructure your plans accordingly, with the help of these allies. That could look like protection, yes, but hiding away in a little magic bunker isn't the one solution to everything that presents a challenge to you, or that could potentially be harmful to you and yours either. Sometimes it means walking away until the tide is gone instead of burying yourself in the sand. Sometimes it means learning to swim.

Sometimes it means an orca could get a taste of mouse for the first time. Or Moose, or God Forbid! even a Wolf! Who would've thought. What a great opportunity for the otherwise unthinkable to happen. What a sweet reminder that these are things that not only do happen, but happen more often than we think, and acknowledging it could serve us...

Yes, orcas have been known to eat moose occasionally. Get with the program. Terrestrial mammals prey on sea life all the time, why wouldn't we turn the tide? (very bad pun intended)

The "Cunning" part of witchcraft people talk so often about is exactly that, not letting anything step on you, instead use it as a stepping stone. Do you want to be the plant, the moose or the orca?

I don't think any particular stellar events demand doing more protection work from me than any other regular time. You should always have protective measures around your loved ones. But specifically to those practicing magic in any way? Protection wouldn't be my first thought. Put those shifts to good use. Don't just aim to leave unscathed. That's not doing you or yours any favor.

One of my favorite astrologers made a post a while back saying "The stars impel but do not compel". I wholeheartedly agree and I believe specially us, as magical practitioners, should be able to rise above these events. Whatever that means to you and your spirits.

[cerastes]

how do you, uh, utilize irene?

in a NOT carnal way.

what use does "makes idiot enemies fly" have that my specialists/supporters lack? s3 hits like a truck but there are many heavy hitters among guards so she never gets a turn. which operators does she best synergize with? in a NOT carnal way

Due to her height, 156 cm, Irene allows for various strategies, such as the top of the washing machine, the billiards table, the desk, an-- Not in a carnal way, right, I completely lost interest in this ask.

RIGHT SO, Irene's thing is that she's a pretty integral Operator that fills plenty of seams in a composition because she has a rare characteristic: Even though she has her devastating S3, she's not a specialist in just boss bursting, and can hold lanes effectively due to the very rare traits that Swordmasters have among Guards: 2 block, with decent bulk, good attack, and explosive skills. Irene in particular has her Module that grants passive flat 70 DEF ignore per normal hit (and she hits twice per normal hit, so 140 DEF ignores in two hits), meaning her damage is good outside of Skills too, due to the way DEF works in the game, and 50% of the time, she ignores 50% of enemy DEF thanks to her Talent. Irene is a consistent 2-block damage dealer with no real weakness. She's not a jack of all trades because she's actually good at all trades in which you would use her for. Not the best (except at burst and boss killing, in which she's top tier with her S3), but well above average.

Now, Ch'en, the other 6* Swordmaster, is burst-based almost exclusively. Irene has her S2 which takes less hits to charge and can hold multiple charges in order to actually be able to be used outside burst situations. If you are to compare the numbers on Ch'en S3 vs Irene S3, it would seem Ch'en wins out by a little, but in practice, Irene's S3 will likely deal more damage, because her S3 Floats enemies, and she ignores half the DEF of Floating enemies 100% of the time, and her hits have a small AOE, meaning that, unlike Ch'en who needs you to clear the trash mobs first in order to ensure all of her hits lands on the desired enemy with S3, Irene can do that all by herself, since hits on the trash mobs amassed around the boss (or tough enemy you want dead) will also hit the boss, while ignoring half defense for around half of S3's hits. This is why her damage output is so immense and consistent, unlike Ch'en's S3, which needs more micromanaging (such as using AoE damage to clear all mobs around the big enemy first in order to maximize damage).

Irene's S1 is also useful, making her one of the few 6*s that actually have three useful skills instead of a garbage whatever 1st skill and one or two actually useful skills (IE the majority of 6*s). S2's Float has a Weight limit (can only Float enemies with Weight 3 or less), meaning it won't Float heavy enemies. There's no such restriction for S1 and S3. S1 is an auto-activation uppercut that Floats an enemy and then hits them again, ignoring 50% of their DEF guaranteed (since they are Floating). It's her consistent "has to defend against bigger enemies and not just small fry" skill, a bit more niche, but still very useful and when you need it, it delivers.

Now, about Float: The thing with Float is that it's kind of like Bind: Sure, Stun is technically better, but also a lot of enemies you REALLY WANT to crowd control with Stun, are immune to it. There's almost no enemy immune to Float, and this includes bosses. Not even Gopnik is Float-immune. With S1, Irene can interrupt boss attacks (especially if you have more interrupts, like a shifter, since shifting cancels enemy attacks). Floating puts the enemy in the air, which affects some Operators' targeting behavior, but for the most part, putting the enemy in the air is the most unimportant part of Float, it's the fact that it's a consistent control effect that practically no one has resistance against that matters. In the case of handling fodder, if S2 doesn't outright kill them, it may give you a few extra seconds to set up better, especially early map, but again, that's more rare, since S2 will often just outright kill fodder or leave it so low that you don't need to worry about it (pretty useful in Calamity IS2, though, when fodder is tougher!). Supporters' Slow and Irene's Float fill different roles, basically. You have that right, though, you DO want to pair Irene with Specialists to continuously interrupt enemies (Specialists... Like Gladiia S2 or Laurentina? Coincidence? I think not).

Irene's best synergies are, as stated, Shifters and Specialists, including a very special synergy and by far her best: Dorothy S2.

Irene with S1, as soon as an enemy, even a boss, enters the tile in front of her, will Float them for 1 second. During this second, put a Dorothy S2 Bind Mine on the tile the boss is no longer on because they are now Floating, thus, considered an air enemy. The boss lands, triggers the Mine, and is now hit with Bind for 6 seconds if they are the only enemy affected by the mine. In these 6 seconds, if your Irene is, say, S1M1, Irene can land 4 hits and trigger her S1 again, letting you place another mine down there, and so on. This is a true combo and can stall a boss for as long as you have DP and mines to put there. This works best if you DON'T M3 her S1, because at that point, she needs 3 attacks to charge S1 instead of 4, meaning you have to go through mines more often, resulting in a slight increase in damage short term but far less stall time overall. You can basically demolish melee bosses with this and heavily stall and damage ranged bosses (since they keep getting interrupted for the most part, which lets you heal any damage you sustain and also safely charge your burst, such as Mlynar, Eyja, Pozy, etc).

Irene can get a lot done. Her non-S3 factors might not be as flashy, but they are no less effective.

[gurugirl]

Mint Chocolate Chip Check-in 6

Summary: Sweet and domestic, a look into a somewhat typical day with MCC!Harry and y/n.

A/n: Based on this request - thank you @love-letters-to-uranus (once again!) 1.5k words

Warning: While this is all fluffy and sweet - it's still kidnapper!harry x reader so beware if you're not a fan

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Harry felt a little bad for the punishment he’d given you the day before. He had just had such a bad day that he took it out on you, and when you didn’t answer when he called, he thought the worst. Though he wound up being soft with you afterward, he still had some guilt over it. Especially because he felt so deeply for you. He sometimes took you for granted and the fact that you so easily fell into his plan. Also, it didn’t help that Harry was struggling to contain his meanness at times. Since he’d taken you in (kidnapped you) he had to work to suppress the violent side of himself. He didn’t want to hurt you but being mean occasionally was too easy. You let him because you loved him and he knew that.

So his guilt was warranted.

He found you in the kitchen making sandwiches for your lunch. Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck, “Looks really good, pup.” He was going to make today soft and nice for you. To show you how special you were to him.

You smiled and turned slightly so you could see his profile and hummed before turning back to your task. Harry moved the hair from your shoulder and brushed his fingers over your neck before leaning over you again and putting his chin on your shoulder.

When you finished plating the lunches, Harry grabbed both plates from your hands, “Let’s eat outside. It’s a beautiful day.”

He put your plate in the shade and his in the sun. He didn’t want you to get too hot or get burned, “I kind of wanted to sit in the sunshine,” you spoke before sitting down at the iron outdoor table.

Harry shook his head, “No pup. It’s too hot out right now. You have to be careful to not get sunburned as well. S’not good for you. The shade is better.” And that was that. If Harry said you had to sit in the shade, you’d sit in the shade.

The table was near a large magnolia tree and you were covered by the bulky limbs and leaves, hidden from the blaring sun, while Harry sat in the sunny spot, squinting his eyes as he ate the sandwich you made him. There weren’t many words exchanged between you. It was nice, though and Harry kept putting his hand on your knee. You could tell he was trying to be extra sweet today after what he’d done to you yesterday. But you’d already forgiven him last night when he was soft with you afterward. You actually forgave him before that when you understood what the punishment was really all about. However, you weren’t going to complain about how nice he was being.

Harry cleaned up the dishes and then suggested you make brownies together. It was just a simple recipe but it was fudgy and rich. Harry tested the batter before you put it into the pan to bake and he smiled and touched the tip of your nose leaving behind a bit of the chocolatey goo. You laughed and moved your hand to wipe your nose but Harry stopped your motions and held on to your wrists with a big grin before pressing his lips over your nose and licking it off. You squealed in delight at his tongue licking the batter from your nose and then Harry kissed your mouth and swatted your bum (very gently, you were quite sore from the previous night), “Alright, it’s ready for the oven now, pup.”

The timer was set and the dishes were put away. Harry knew what you’d say next.

“We should watch a movie!” You spoke excitedly to Harry. He couldn’t resist your big smile and the way your eyes brightened. You were happy today. Harry felt like he’d done well to be sweet to you the day after he’d been a bit rotten.

“What should we watch, then?” He watched you scurry off into the living room as he trailed behind. You turned on Netflix and picked something Harry couldn’t care less about, but he’d let you choose this time. You deserved it. Harry dragged you into his lap so he could hold you and kiss you while the brownies baked.

You hummed and settled into his hold and kissed his neck and his chin. Harry loved doting on you but he enjoyed it when you returned that sentiment. His girl. His sweet pup loving on him. It felt like reassurance to him every time you did it. You weren’t going anywhere. You belonged to him.

When the air smelled chocolatey and your heart was pounding and you were out of breath from Harry’s mouth covering yours in hot, soft kisses, the timer beeped in the kitchen.

The brownies were steaming hot when you pulled the pan from the oven and Harry swatted you away, “You’ll burn yourself. Let me…” Harry plated the brownies and insisted on carrying the plates as you returned to the living room to watch the movie you picked out.

He had you sit right next to him and he took a bit first, blowing on the dessert and sucking in air when it burned his tongue. You reached for your plate but Harry moved it away from you, “S’too hot, pup. Burned myself even. It needs to cool a bit first.”

You pouted but Harry grasped your chin gently and turning you to face him, kissed your cheek, “No pouting. I’m taking care of my girl. Don’t want you hurt from a hot brownie. Puppy needs a little patience doesn’t she?”

He blew over your portion and you smiled. Harry was always trying to take care of you in this way. Doing little things that some might think of as a way to treat a child, but to you, it just felt like love and care.

Before letting you have a bit, Harry tested the temperature again before deeming it cool enough to put into your mouth. He broke off a bit of the edge and held it out to you, “Open.”

You parted your lips and Harry put the warm brownie on your tongue. You closed your eyes and chewed with a moan. Harry ate a bite of his and then gave you a bite of yours as you both snuggled together to watch the movie.

When your plates were emptied you tried to take them so you could put them in the sink but Harry shook his head, “Sit. Stay here,” he spoke as he got up and took the plates to the kitchen sink himself.

Just before the sun set in the sky, the movie came to an end. Harry pulled you in between his legs on the couch and brushed your hair, “Got all tangled from lying your head on my chest during the movie.”

You smiled and let Harry run the bristles down your hair and to your shoulders. It felt so nice having him dote on you. The sweetest feeling of his nearness and his care was all you could ever want.

“There we are. That’s better,” he spoke as he put the brush down and pulled you back into his chest, kissing your temple.

You both sat for a moment in the quiet, breathing one another in. Harry’s cheek was pressed to your temple and you could feel his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed.

But, soon, Harry was nudging you forward and speaking softly, “Let’s get you some water. Probably need a little after that sticky sweet dessert. Need you to stay hydrated.”

You rolled your eyes, but not in sight of Harry, his doting was a bit extra today and you understood why. You just went along with it, though. Smiling as you stood up and grasping onto Harry’s hand as he stood.

You didn’t need all the sweetness. Not this much. But you loved it and it only made you feel more secure in your relationship with Harry over time. All the gentle touches and whispers, the kind gestures of care, the way he needed you… it all made you need him more with each passing day. There would never be anyone that could change your mind or tell you he was a bad man. Not after all this time and how you’d truly grown to know Harry. The real Harry. The one who was insecure and needy. The one that relied on your touch to feel whole. The one who wanted to give you the whole world and keep you safe from harm.

He was your Harry.

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TOONTOWN HEADCANON LORE POST THINGY NUMBER 4 I THINK

Again, this is mostly centered around Toontown Corporate Clash, but could probably also apply to other Toontown imaginations and whatnot

Topic: Gags

TOONS

To Toons, they're toys, tools, jokes to laugh at, something that's harmless and can make you happy. They're essentially imbedded into Toon culture for obvious reasons. For as long as there have been Toons, there have been some sort of Gags along with them. And the Gags shown in-game are not the only ones, either. There are many other types of gags, as well as more gags within gag types (such as Drop, for example), that are not seen in-game. (I'm just gonna go ahead with the easy explanation and say that we only see the gags we see in-game for balancing reasons and whatnot) Using Gags, in the mind of most Toons, is really freaking fun!!! Whether it be against other Toons, against Cogs, or some other zany usage that you'd see in some cartoon, it's a great way for them to keep themselves happy and in tip top shape, thus keeping their Laff high. They're great at helping sad Toons get unsad, but will likely not be enough if the Toon is depressed or otherwise very unhappy. Case by case situation. Likewise, Toons who have distanced themselves from other Toons, or Toons that are otherwise pretty crabby, might not enjoy Gags as much as others, or might not feel their whimsy, joyful effects as much. This isn't necessarily indicative of a "Bad Toon" or "Evil Toon" or whatever, and they may still be just as joyful as other Toons are, but may show it/gain it in a different way. Like us humans, there's much variation in how Toons receive and show joy, and how they might react to Gags or other Toons.

SUITS

To Cogs, they're weapons. They confiscate them from defeated Toons to study them, safekeep them, and for whatever other purposes they might think of using them for. Gags don't usually do ACTUAL physical damage against Cogs, and if they do, it's typically temporary. Just like how Gags in cartoons might injure someone or squash them, it's temporary. However, Suits by nature are like the anti-thesis of Toons and Gags, so they are very much less resistant to the effects of a Gag compared to how a Toon would take it. Cogs only end up exploding once they've been subjected to more than they can handle. That being said, I've stated before that not all Suits have to be all, yknow.... like that. Even if Suits are still by nature weak to Gags, those who are less engrossed in the whole business lifestyle, and know what fun is, know how to enjoy themselves (like a normal person) and are overall sillier than most other Suits, they may be a little more resistant to Gags. (Again, not seen in-game because of gameplay reasons. Most Big Cheeses might be all grumpy and whatnot, but another might be less so, and therefore be slightly less affected by Gags. Also, this wouldn't be the sole source of Gag resistance that Suits may have, so just because a Manager has resistances in their fight doesn't mean it's explicitly BECAUSE they're silly.)

Also, I'd imagine that most Suits are waterproof and are capable of getting wet without much issue. When it comes to Squirt Gags, it's just the fact that they are a Gag and the way that they are being used that makes them damage Cogs.

In a similar vain, I have mentioned that some Suits could be electric-proof, or otherwise be able to absorb electricity to charge themselves in the earliest lore post. Zap Gags likely wouldn't be nearly as effective against these kinds of Suits.

He does NOT take Gags well!

She resists Gags, but NOT because she's any fun

He might be "silly" in some way, but he's still a horrible person and very much does not take Toons seriously, so he'd still be as weak to Gags as the average Suit would be. The context of how they act is important as well.

She COULD have some Gag resistance, since she's genuinely interested in being friendly with Toons, and doesn't have nearly as much malice and/or malicious intent as other Suits, though negative experience with Gags (and not being very successful in being friendly with Toons) would make her not very resistant towards them at all.

And with that, this lore post is over. If I think of anything else pertaining to this, I may make a followup post!

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and making Legend Sky's descendant and having a close bound with the Master Sword is also very interesting. The grumpy child is the descendant of the sweet summer child. But Legend has not always been grumpy. They are the two who have the closest bound with the sword, who both reforged her and who both speak with/to her.

When Sky let the sowrd to train with another Link, it's to Legend that he let Fi. And Legend tease her, even if she doesn't answer. He call the sword "her" "old girl", like if he was speaking about a person.

Legend is the one who has the most powers. Sky is loved by birds but he doesnt speak with them. Well except his friend, of course.

I wouldn't be surprised if Legend was able to see Minish and Korok and if Faires were loving him.

I think he sees ghosts too? Would it means that he would see the champions if their souls were still with Wild?

So if he had Hylia blood i wouldn't be surprised.

Honestly, the parallels between Sky and Legend make me so happy sometimes because they were literally just two guys living their lives when someone called to them for help. They weren't told directly at the beginning "this is your destiny that you have been chosen for" like Time and First, they just saw someone in trouble (Zelda) and wanted to help!

They had to go find a sword and strengthen her, reforge her after the hero before them, a hero who died facing the foe they now must face, left her too weak to face off against the enemy.

They both faced an immortal demon. Granted, Legend fought Ganon and Sky fought Demise, but Legend fought a Ganon who wished for ultimate power, so basically the spirit of Demise who reclaimed his original power again, so... same difference!

They did this despite never being ready, despite being just some kid. They were both taught and trained by the Master Sword and faced off against magics they'd never comprehended before their adventures. Fi taught them both though, guided them, befriended them, even if she never meant to.

And they both won. They both faced god level power and won despite everything.

Honestly, I think it's fitting that Legend not only bears the same spirit as Sky, but the same blood too. They're pretty dang similar when you look at the nitty gritty, even with the fact that there's a whole lot more to them then at first glance.

Sky is a slumbering monster of rage if you tick him off, despite seeming like a tender-hearted angel all the time. Legend is blatantly powerful and dangerous, but at his heart he's just a kid with a big heart who's been hurt too many times. They are the DEFINITION of "looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you" and "looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll".

I love that for them, and I like to think they both realize their similarities and contrasts, and have just both decided to never acknowledge it expressly, but still recognize it and treat each other accordingly. Having them be related just adds in an extra level of "wow, we have so much in common!" which you know I can't ever resist!

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Yandere! Yunho Analysis (3/8)

Disclaimer : In no way am I supporting Yandere behavior or toxic relationships. This is supposed to be just a fic and everyone must read it as a fic.

Warnings : Mentions of Toxic relationships, stalking, murder, sexual punishments, other yandere behavior.

Basic Information

Name : Jeong Yunho

Date of Birth : March 23rd, 1999

Aggression level : 75%

Obsession level : 80-85%

Mental Instability : 75-80%

Overall threat : Average to High

Behavioral Analysis

He is a type of Yandere to have extreme emotional attachment with you. Would become suicidal if you say anything about leaving him. Causing him to also hurt you very much in the process. Will put the blame on you and act like the one who is the victim to get you to show him affection. Treats you like a royalty, giving you everything you want and surely will act like you're ungrateful if you try to escape and will humiliate you in front of everyone.

You were a stripper in one of the most famous bars which was owned by a rich CEO. You had never seen your boss, in fact you didn't even know his name.

You could say you were the best and most experienced stripper in the bar. Many men were ready to pay you millions just to get a free show from you. But you never accepted it, because all the rich men just spend money to get their dick wet and you weren't gonna help them with that.

It was all fine until your life turned upside down when your boss, for the first time in 8 years walked into the bar and asked for a private show from the best stripper. Obviously your manager, not wanting to disappoint him, begged on her knees for you to give him a private show.

You didn't want to reject him because technically he is the reason why you're having an average life. So you put on your best lingerie, and got your make up done.

As soon as you walked in, Yunho was rock hard. He was never into going to strip clubs but owned one just because his friends are horny little shits and always wanted free shows. But when he saw you, he was head over fucking heels for you.

You did your best performance, ending with you sexily leaning on the pole as you gave him your sultry eyes which you were famous for. You would be lying if you said that the man was not good looking and by the way his bulge was so obvious, you could see he was very big down there. Which made you slightly aroused.

It was all good until he said, "From now on, you're not giving anyone any show. And everyday I expect you to come to my mansion to give me my private show. Don't worry because your payment will be increased." "EXCUSE ME-"

Before you could procrastinate, he walked out of the room and made his way to the washroom (to relieve his rock hard cock obviously).

And that's how your life changed. The first day went normal until the second day, he started getting a little too close with you making you a bit uncomfortable. But you didn't pay attention to it anyway.

Until after a whole week, Yunho couldn't resist you anymore, as soon as you were done with your show, he bent you over his couch and fucked you relentlessly.

You obviously just thought about it as a hookup and loved every second of it, until your hookups turned into an everyday thing as you always found yourself on his bed at the end of the night.

You always treated him like a hookup partner, but Yunho obviously started developing immense feelings for you. Which was obvious by the things he told during sex to you.

So you decided to put an end to it one day. Similarly like any other, you found yourself pressed against his bedroom door, as he was undressing you. But you put a hand against his chest and looked at him, "We should stop. This is not gonna work anymore." You said it too coldly.

Yunho knitted his eyebrows, "What do you mean it's not gonna work? You love this as much as I love this ." "But Yunho, this is not supposed to be serious and should not involve any feelings."

And that's when my love, you unleashed a beast in him. He showed you exactly where and who you belong to. And that's when you knew it, you fucked up and you had no way to escape.

Next morning though, you woke up to leave until Yunho pulled you back making you fall on him. Then he slowly placed his mouth next to your ear, "You're not gonna leave me Y/n. You're only mine from now on. Only Fucking Mine."

Damn you were fucked. You never saw the outside world from that day and never saw anyone other than Yunho. Correction. Your Master.

Yunho treated you like his queen, like his entire world. You became his entire world. But you were mentally drained. And made a decision to run away when he is out for a business trip. Which was in two days.

But when he found out though, he emotionally black mailed you, he also started getting too aggressive with you once you refused to fall for his trick. And you couldn't help but accept defeat.

But you definitely didn't back out after that, you started becoming more misbehaving towards him which in return made him become more aggressive.

But because of how mentally drained you were, you slowly started losing yourself and fell for his tricks real bad. You started falling for him, and Yunho got you exactly where he wanted you to be.

You started becoming more obedient with him, and stopped misbehaving with him scared that he will get hurt by your actions. You just didn't want him to suffer so you started going according to his rules and soon you were very happy in your relationship.

You loved him as much as he loved you, and you vowed that you were gonna be with him forever and never leave him because you loved him.

But were you really in love with him? Or did he really hypnotize you into his illusion?

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Damn that was long, anyway I LOVED WRITING THIS. I literally imagined Fireworks Yunho while writing this damn. The other members will be posted soon guys.

-Jeong Aera

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