#they had to have been like collecting songs for awhile right

[upper-hellion]

THE DEVIL WORKS HARD BUT FUCKING MICHAEL_ ON SPOTIFY IS WORKING HARDER someone get this man a 401k and retirement funds 105 song zohakuten playlist in two days went to their profile AND THEY HAVE A 137 AIZETS PLAYLIST, 127 SONG UROGI PLAYLIST ALL OF THEM MADE ON THE SAME DAY AS ZOHAKUTENS WHICH BRO THEY AINT EVEN FULLY 2 DAYS OLD YET I bro and they ALL pass my test for character playlist that i will listen to forever im Michael_ spotify congrats your legit the only person i follow on spotify other than my boyfriend congrats here they are again i highly rec em

[bellasprettywords]

Hey, I love your writing! I was wondering if you’d do a little something based off of the lyrics “Well, every once in awhile, she'll find my number in her phone and we'll talk for hours She'll tell me things I would have never known about when we were together She's saying, "Sorry, it's just such a long walk home" So she's coming over cause it's better than being alone” Spencer Reid x female reader. I was thinking more like a Midwest emo alt type of character, totally not someone you’d expect Spencer to go for?

I think your nose is bleeding (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Thank you very very much for the request!! I hope you like this little one shot, because I didn't know the song, but I hope I could meet your expectations🩷✨

My masterlist

Requests are always open🥰

Warnings: Mmm apart of it being a little messy, I think there's nothing, but it fluff

Word count: 1,232

y/n – your name

Spencer and you were kind of an odd couple, excuse me, a couple of friends for the untrained eye. While he’s a trained scholar with a collection of PhDs on Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering; with an impressive job as a profiler at the FBI, which most of the time had him travelling all around the country, and a shy personality with socially awkward tints, and a genius brain. You are a tattoo artist with a free spirit, a soft spot for poetry, love for sassy comebacks, and a special love for midwest emo music. Once upon a time, almost a year ago, Spencer and you were a couple, but the two of you decided to leave things as friends, because your lifestyles were quite different, which made a relationship considerably difficult for you. However, the two of you decided to stay friends, which seemed kind of easier as you established a set of rules to make sure everything between the two of you could flow naturally.

Even if it was as friends, you knew that the two of you seemed like polar opposites, but the love you shared always made you be better for each other, growing up, learning about the other’s point of view, and becoming empathetic, even if you didn’t see eye to eye under certain circumstances. After your break-up, Spencer and you learned to compromise and commit to make sure the friendship could work, sure, sometimes it was hard considering his packed schedule, and your love for spontaneous adventures.

It was a little later than you would usually close the tattoo studio, so you decided to call Spencer to see what he was up to; you hadn’t talked in a while, so you weren’t even sure if he was in the city, but it was worth it to take the shot.

“Hey, y/n, it’s nice to hear from you” you heard Spencer’s voice through the phone

“How are you, mighty Doctor Reid?” you asked excited because, deep down, you were really longing to hear Spencer’s voice

“I’m… I’m alright, you know, just doing my thing; how are you? It’s been ages” he said trying to hide his own excitement to hear from you. Sure, you were friends, but deep down Spencer hoped that with time and more organization, maybe someday the two of you could rekindle your previous relationship

“It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I know what you mean! I’ve missed you Spence, I hope I’m not interrupting you at work or anything” you said, walking to your car

“No, I’m just home solving a puzzle, and deciding what to order for dinner” he said

“Uh, that’s nice, I was actually thinking about going to Little India to get take out. I’m really craving chicken curry, want anything?” you said jokingly, pretty sure Spencer wouldn’t catch the subtext

“Uh… sure, some chicken tikka masala and flatbread would be pretty amazing, thank you for asking” Spencer said, ensuring you he didn’t catch the joke

“An order or chicken tikka masala, white rice, and flatbread, coming right up” you said getting ready to hang up the call, when Spencer interrupted

“Wait, don’t hang up” he said as you turned on your car engine “I want to go with you, if that’s okay, I mean, if it’s not an imposition” he stuttered this time

“It would be delightful, sure, I love talking to you” you said with a shy smile forming on your lips, “What have you been up to? Any cool cases I can know about?” you asked Spencer

“I flew in today from Atlanta, we went to solve a case there” Spencer stared telling you all about the case, the unsub and how the team managed to save the victims that were abducted, when a car cut you off and honcked at you

“Jerk” you said under your breath

“y/n! are you okay? what was that?” Spencer asked frantically

“I’m okay, I’m okay, it was just some jerk” you said hoping to soothe Spencer’s concern “Did you know I hate driving?” you asked the young doctor

“I didn’t know that” he said sounding quite surprised at your revelation

“I really do! That’s why I’d always ask you if we could carpool when we were together” you confessed

“Hu… That would’ve been useful information back then” he said, making sure of making a mental note about that, to ensure to drive you whenever he could do it

The two of you kept talking, and the 40-minute drive that you needed to get to your favorite Indian restaurant, suddenly felt like a 5-minute stroll with the one you loved. Talking to Spencer like this felt amazing, it was peaceful, it almost felt natural like breathing, he always had the right words for you and even when you paused the conversation for a little while, the silence between the two of you was incredibly comfortable. You arrived at your destination and while you were ordering the food, Spencer stayed on the line with you, speaking about an impressive number of folkloric Indian stories, and facts about the country. You picked up the food and drove to Spencer’s apartment, this time, the drive was quite short, but that didn’t mean it was least pleasant with Spence’s rambling

When you arrived to the apartment building, Spencer was already downstairs waiting for you

“Hey boy-genious, I was at least hoping I could separate the orders before giving them to you” you said, a little butt hurt that apparently, Spencer didn’t even want you on his apartment

“What are you talking about? I’m here to help you carry the bags upstairs” he said a little confused by your comment

“Oh, I thought… Never mind” you said brushing off the butterflies that starter fluttering inside your stomach

“I’m really glad you called, you had no idea how much I missed you” Spencer said as you were entering the apartment building

“I missed you too Spence” you said

The night went amazingly, and the damn butterflies wouldn’t go anywhere. The two of you eat dinner together, and it almost felt as you have never broken up, the conversation flowed, and you could feel how this was one of those moments you’d always treasure in your heart

“I should get going, it’s a really long drive home” you said as soon as the clock struck 12:00 am

“Don’t go, please, just… stay the night” Spencer pleaded with his puppy eyes

“I really shouldn’t” you replied, avoiding eye contact with Spencer. Sure, one would argue that a friend can stay over at another friend’s apartment, but you knew that with Spencer it would be complicated, especially as you weren’t over him yet

“I’m begging you, I may seem alright, but as soon as I go to bed without you I feel so… empty and alone. This apartment is not the same without you, as a matter of fact, my life is not the same without you” Spencer said taking your chin so you could look at him in the eye

“If I stay the night, I may never leave” you said, gifting Spencer a side smile

“Maybe I just don’t want you to leave” Spencer said, leaning forward and starring intensively into your eyes, so you did what any normal person who has the object of his or her desire would’ve done: you leaned forward, and kissed Spencer

[heavenlyysstuff]

A Foreign Feeling. 2

NETEYAM.s x fem! metkayina! reader

summary . after yesterdays events, you and Neteyam set off on a search for shells beyond the reef. You stay out a little longer than intended.

a/n . again, you don’t have to listen to the song I linked, I simply just like to put songs that I think fit the story’s vibe into the fic. thanks for all the support!

part 1 . part 2

♪˖ now playing .

all the stars . ( SZA ) ⊹.

Early in the morning, where the sky presented shades of pink and blue, you set off towards the Sully’s marui to collect Neteyam.

You’d gotten used to waking up this early, enjoying the hues of the sky and the coolness of the sea, you’d be happy to share it with Neteyam.

With a small bounce in your stride you quietly greet some hunters that pass, seemingly on their way out for some early morning hunting.

Unknown to you, a few hunters crane their necks back around as you pass, smirking to themselves at the thought of who you were off to see this early.

The whispers amongst them are silent to your ears, your mind already occupied with a certain someone.

It’s safe to assume most of the Sully family is still asleep, they probably would have no reason to be up at this time. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to wake Neteyam.

And your thoughts are cut to and end as you approach the Sully’s marui, a familiar figure sat outside with his legs dipped into the water.

“Good morning, Neteyam.” You speak while walking to stand next to him, keeping your voice at a quiet volume as to not disturb the rest of his sleeping family.

His ears perk up instantly, and he almost turns his whole body around to face you, but quickly calms down and just looks up at you. He inhales. “Good morning, y/n.” Immediate exhale, as if he had been preparing to say the words the second he woke up.

Your eyes scrunch as a smile reaches your face, but your expression turns to one of anxiousness. “I hope you weren’t waiting here too long, and sorry… I never really specified on the time, that was my bad.”

Neteyam doesn’t seem to be too disappointed though, in fact he looks a whole lot more bright after your appearance. “No, no it’s fine, I uh— I woke up awhile ago.” His eyes continuously flicker from your own to the ground as he talks.

With another smile placed on your face you make your way around him, “should we get to the ilu then?”

He scrambles to stand, “yea- okay.” His tail sways low behind him, and he freezes when he hears your quiet laugh as you walk away, a heat rushing to his face.

He mindlessly follows like a lost child.

The sounds of the ocean clashing against itself further relaxes you, and you take a saddle from the rack provided.

“You don’t mind riding with me, right?” You kneel down and start calling out to your ilu.

He abruptly turns to you, “oh, no. No it’s fine… it’s good.” coughing after his words.

“Okay good.” You speak while adjusting the saddle on your ilu. “I wouldn’t want to get separated outside the reef.”

“Yea…” Neteyam’s words slip out involuntarily as he becomes distracted by your attire of the day. It’s beautiful, no doubt. And he somehow feels a little special at the sight of a new outfit on your form as he dives into the cool water.

Once he rises to the surface a shaky exhale leaves him, his breath becomes quick and he sets his gaze upon you who is sat comfortably on your ilu. “It’s so cold.” He states the obvious.

You give him a pitiful smile as your shoulders raise in a silent laugh. “You get used to it.” With that you offer a hand out towards him.

He grasps your hand, but not once breaking his eye contact til he has to.

And now as you both sit on the ilu, Neteyam finds himself contemplating on where he should rest his hands. He would rest them on your waist like any other passenger would, but then again, it’s you.

The girl who had him looking through crowds just to find that certain pair of pretty eyes. The girl who had welcomed him and his family into the clan with no hesitation.

The girl he looked forward to seeing everyday. Who made his mornings a little more brighter.

Such sappy thoughts as he’s sat directly behind you, and it seems his mind had drifted so far that he didn’t realise his own hands, that had already made themselves comfortable around your waist as you direct your ilu out of the reef.

“I’m sorry for making you get up so early, you probably had plans today.” You speak your thoughts aloud, but thing is, Neteyam had cleared his whole schedule for you. Not that he had much planned at all, he had just let his parents know he’d be out for the morning, and they surprisingly didn’t ask for any specific details about his whereabouts.

He snaps out of it, again. “You don’t need to be sorry, I didn’t have anything to do anyways.” He’s pleased as your smile comes back on to your face as he peers out to see your side profile. “And I wanted to come.”

It had been awhile as the two of you continuously dived and surfaced through the water, looking for the best shells. at least, that was the case for you.

Neteyam had forced himself to hold his breath longer than he had practiced for, all to see your form glide through the oceans current.

He admired your movements, this time up close.

The way your hair had moved like silk through the water, and the way your body moved with the direction of the sea.

Once again he needs a breath, he quickly swims up towards the surface with the help of your ilu.

He gasps once he had reached the surface, but wastes no second to quickly plunge his head back underwater to locate you, who had began swimming up towards him.

You surface without so much as a sigh for air. “Are you alright?”

He hates the burning feeling down his throat, the result of accidentally swallowing some of the water when he was to distracted by you. “Yea, sorry I just— I need to practice breathing more, I guess.”

You giggle, and a thought enters your head. “Wait here a second.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly. He gives a shy smile.

You dive underwater once again, this time looking for a specific creature.

After a few moments of being underwater searching, you now come across what you had been looking for, quickly taking it and making your way back to Neteyam.

Once you surface, his head immediately snaps to you, then to the creature in your hands. “What it that?”

“It will help you breathe. You need to make the bond.” You reply and wait for him to connect to the creature, he does so hesitantly but surely. After that was done, you reach around his shoulders to place the creature comfortably on his back. “Now you can stay underwater longer with me.”

His eyes rest on your hands that remain on his shoulders, then back to you. Swallowing before he speaks, “good.”

Your eyes scan over his, what is visible, form before slowly tracing your hand from his shoulder down to his hand.. “Let’s go.” Another warm smile on your face, contagious, as it makes Neteyam smile even bigger.

You guide him by the hand, diving underwater and he follows with no hesitation, your fingers still intertwined.

The sun from above you, casted a shadow to form below you. The both of you look down, waving at your own shadows playfully.

You continue to take him deeper until the two of you are down next to the coral and other various sea life.

‘Let’s look for shells together.’ You sign, detaching your hands.

He looks confused for a moment. In his time of being here in the village, he only learnt some of the underwater language that you and Tsireya had taught him. He followed your hands as they moved… let’s… shells…together? He got the gist of what you’d were communicating, and he nods as a reply.

You take his hand once more, prompting him to follow you as you swim just above the oceans floor, occasionally brushing through it to find any hidden jewels.

While focused on your search, Neteyam finds himself looking at a different type of jewel.

In a way, your skin reminded him of the rich minerals he sometimes found in the caves back at home, a glowing blue that was even prettier under the water.

He also finds himself tightening his grip on your hand, just slightly. It almost goes unnoticed.

With your thumb, you rub his knuckles softly, and he can’t help but blush at the realisation of him being caught.

The two of you had searched the nearby sea top to bottom, occasionally going back up to the surface to breathe and share some words.

Neteyam hated the communication barrier he had with you underwater, and he promises himself that when the next lesson came, he’d try extra hard to get all the signs memorised.

The day continues with the two of you swimming through the water as it slowly got darker, not that either of your had noticed.

You had both found some beautiful shells, and once your hands got full you would put them in the bag that was attached to your ilu’s saddle.

Going through every crevice of the coral and searching every inch of sand, sometimes riding your ilu to go to another location, you both grew tired of the swimming, and you point upwards towards the surface as Neteyam follows.

You both gasp for the air, and quickly open your eyes to find each other. After calling your ilu, it’s then when the both of you realise the time.

The orange and pink hues in the sky indicate it’s soon night. You look at Neteyam, and he looks at you. You both start to laugh at the realisation. You had been out together all day.

“I…” your own giggle stops you for a moment, “sorry I didn’t mean to keep you out this long.”

His own laugh becomes louder, biting his lip to calm down, “no it’s alright. I had a lot of fun.” He climbs his way to sit behind you on your ilu, this time not hesitating to slide his hands around your waist as you guide your ilu underwater back to the village.

While the occasional times the two of you are above the water, you converse about all the shells you found, the topic soon changed though.

“Think we can make it back without our parents making a fuss?” You ponder aloud, momentarily looking behind you to find his gaze.

“No way.” He says, “but it’s worth it.”

“Why’s that?” A puzzled expression is put on your face.

“Because I got to spend time with you.”

Oh? He seemed to be getting more confident with his words, todays events made him more comfortable around you, and you love every second of it.

Shutting your eyes for a second and trying to hold back a smile you speak again. “I liked spending time with you as well.”

You had finally returned back to Awa’atlu. You wait until Neteyam climbed off of the ilu and stood onto the woven platform just above the sea. He reaches a hand out to help you lift yourself up next to him.

Once you had the bag of shells you both collected, and taken the saddle off your ilu, it was time to take yourself and Neteyam back home.

“I’ll walk you home.” You speak as you place the saddle back onto its place on the rack amongst others.

His tails swishes in contemplation. “You don’t mind?”

“No, of course not.”

He hums in appreciation, nodding his head downwards slightly as a sign of respect. The two of you begin walking to Neteyams home.

“We found a lot of good ones today, but I think it’s too much to go through today. So maybe we should take another day to go through it all together.” You state as your hand remains firm on the strap of the bag, “that way we both get an even amount, and you could make some jewellery for your family… if you’d like.”

He brightens up for the umpteenth time that day, the thought of being graced with your presence for another day bringing him to a peaceful mind space. “Yea, definitely. I’m free whenever so, just come over and we can go wherever you’d like.”

Your smile at his words immediately makes his knees feel weak, his heart also speeding up, not that anyone would notice of course.

“Here we are.” You stop a few feet from the entrance to his home. Neteyam snaps out of his trance and is brought back to reality.

“Ah.” He acknowledges, also noting the presence of his whole family inside the marui. “Thank you.” He turns his back to his family to continue conversing with you. “For today I mean, I don’t think I’ve gotten out alot since I got here.” He admits with a shy smile.

“Well, now you’ve got someone who will show you everything.” You reply sweetly, “I promise you ,I’ll take you everywhere on this island.”

Neteyam is stuck by your sincerity, completely in awe. “Sounds like a plan.” He’s starting to look forward to his life in this new environment.

You huff out a short giggle before you remember where you should be, “it’s getting late, I should get back home.” As much as you hate to leave him, it has to be done.

He hums from half disappointment and half understanding. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” He takes a glance over your whole form before you had to leave.

“See you, Neteyam.” You wave while you start to head back towards your own home.

He finds himself stood there for a prolonged moment, staring at your retreating form before the voices of his family inside the marui bring him back.

Once inside, he’s immediately stopped upon noticing the silence as he enters, he looks up from the floor, only to find his whole family sat in some form of a circle, staring at him.

His own face turns to one of confusion, raising his brow sassily.

He quickly noticed his fathers smirk, but all attention is put to Lo’ak when he bursts out laughing.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Kiri jabs at him with her finger, also trying to shush tuk as she begins giggling.

Lo’ak gets a few words out in between laughs “well that answers our question.” That’s when his father starts to slip out a few of his own chuckles.

Among all the chaos of the fits of laughter, his mothers voice is what silences it. “Where have you been Neteyam?” She stands up and walks out of the circle towards her son.

“Sorry I— I’ve been out with y/n all day.” No point in making an excuse, especially with his mother.

“All day?” What have you been doing?” She’s quick with her questions and wants all details.

Neteyam gets a little quieter at the tone of his mothers voice. “She asked if I wanted to find shells with her.”

Neytiri softens at her sons tone, and suddenly is pushing his hair off his shoulders, then holding it all back with her hand making it look like he has a ponytail.

She scans for no longer than five seconds before releasing the boys hair. “Just tell someone where you are next time.” She speaks, and then backs off to finish off preparing diner.

Neteyam had watched as him mother left him be, and for a moment he thought he saw a smile on her face.

“Come sit, you’re probably hungry.” She insists once she had realised the fish is now done.

He smiles, and walks towards the circle to sit between his brother and littlest sister, Tuk.

As Neytiri handed out the food, and everyone making conversation of some type, Lo’ak leans a little closer to his older brother, a sly smirk on his face. “So you and y/n huh?

Neteyam pushes his face away with the palm of his hand, “shut up, bro.” He could deny that, but there’s no denying the smile he had on his face the rest of that night.

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, April 7, 2024

My posts

This week feels like it has been a hundred years long (not in a bad way). 

Somehow we joined together to balance the seesaw just right so Ava Gardner and Jean Seberg could both go through in the Hot Vintage Lady polls (percentages rounded). Like, I’m wearing the Ava jersey and even I encouraged people to vote Jean when necessary. Honestly, I just wanted to see if it could be done. And it COULD. 

Round three has begun. It is already horrific. This is the first round that’s really going to hurt because we spent the last one really getting down in the dirt and championing our ladies, or learning about actresses we’d never heard of before and getting attached to them. And now? We are reminded: memento mori. Everyone loses but one. 

(I personally pitched in for Sara Montiel. “BUT JUST LOOK AT--” Yeah, I did, thanks.)

Reblogs of interest

April Fool’s Day: You were here for the Boopening, yes? The whole thing was that you only got badges for giving boops, not receiving them, which is a great way to not reward popularity contests, but also means that every last one of us was out here trying to figure out who to bap with a cat’s paw 1000 times. I said, listen, my notifications are already trash garbage today. I’ll take the bullet. Boop at will.

The Activity graph isn’t too clear on this point, but it looks like I had something like 65,000--hits? engagements? boops?--that day. Listen, I got the black paw badge too. We all did what we had to do in the Boopening. 

A Shakespearean boop of goodly length: “And, Meowntague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Food-bowl, our common judgment-place.” 

I had to go lie down awhile after a pun like “The Purrge.”

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I had just gotten up from that pun and then I had to go lie down again.

Account security gothic

The Canada griffin

Dinotopia nostalgia

Two pairs of spectacles, one made from slices of emerald, and the other from slices of diamond

An old favorite: Cerberus as a puppy, guarding the gates to heck

I feel like these two posts have the same energy: Time cops will not let you travel back to the Titanic and bloodthirsty gazebos are currently in a dormancy period.

The birds are still troubled

PSA: The best sunscreens for your face

Video

A collection of various American Indian/indigenous American languages, including Navajo, Tlingit, Lakota, Colville Okanagan Salish, Cherokee, Yucatec Maya, Greenlandic, Mohawk, Yup'ik, and Mi'kmawi'simk. 

A trans health-and-wellness fundraiser (Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends) kept getting banned off Tiktok due to assholes. Here’s how to donate; I saw a few “here’s how they helped me” notes, so it seems like these programs are both legit and effective. 

You think you’re going to sit staring at this video because Chocolate Guy is weaving chocolate. Then you get into it, and it just keeps going.

“Too Sweet” is doing hilariously well on the charts for a song that didn’t even make the album proper. Hozier’s bees would like to thank you for your support.

I know I said that Stevie Nicks would make you sing backup on your own haunting, but late in this 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” she makes Lindsey Buckingham, the man she wrote this song about, look her in the eye while she belts it at him. This specific performance was released as a single (I was there, Gandalf) and nominated for a Grammy. Watch the video and you will see why.

The Women Those ‘Evolution Of Beauty’ Videos Leave Out

I don’t really know how to describe this rubberhose-style cartoon of Cab Calloway as a singing nightmare clown. Betty Boop is also there. “You just described it!” No, I really didn’t. 

How movable type worked 1000 years ago, from scratch.

Unrestrained seasonal yak fun

A snowy raven photoshoot

The sacred texts

I don’t know how to explain this double Sacred Text about ominous dreams that comes with its own comic, except to say that they’re so iconic that I first saw both posts in lo-res Pinterest screencaps.

April Fool’s: The ultimate sacred text.

Personal tag of the week

Wet beast Wednesday, which had both a headshake stickflip and bears on a swan boat.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

OMFG I OPENED TUMBLR IN THE RIGHT TIME

can i ask a bit of slow burn with shinobu x they/them reader that is a musician as a lil side job when being a slayer is off for a day?

reader arrives in the butterfly mansion wounded and was disappointed that they have to rest their whole arms for months so no music for that, due to having a giant passion for music they offered to teach the 3 girls how to play an instrument with shinobu's consent

in months of recovery a lot of improvements are noticed in the 3 girls music abilities, reader offers some little lesson sessions on shinobu if she's free, somehow like a routine of them is hangout in the morning and check their arms if it's okay to use them atleast to play an instrument

in the night where shinobu decided to rest in her roof she spots reader playing a song that she mentioned she liked to listen to, and so there's a bit of serenading moment

soon after the recovery of the arms and before leaving, reader confessed their feelings and gave shinobu an instrument they always use to remind her of them

your choice if you want to have a goodbye kiss THANK YOUUUUUUU HAVE A GREAT DAYYYY

Virtuoso

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Reader

A/N: It was fun to look up different instruments for this. Sorry there isn’t a lot of in depth teaching. The most music experience I have is fumbling my way around an alto saxophone throughout middle school. Hope you like it! Word Count: 3,226

(Y/n) regained consciousness slowly, finding it difficult to do more than open their eyes for but a moment before falling back to sleep. When they were finally able to stay awake long enough to wonder where they were, their eyes roved aimlessly around the room, but they couldn’t see very much while laying almost completely flat on their back.

They went to hike themself upward on their elbows, but quickly found their arms were restrained. Angling their chin towards their chest, they saw that their arms were heavily bandaged and secured by a large sling across their stomach.

That’s right, they remembered, that demon had really gotten the better of them before the other slayers they had been traveling with stepped in. They remembered that the demon had gotten behind them, booted them to the ground, and bent their elbows in a way that elbows definitely should not be bent. The pain and the sound of it had been enough to blow them out like a candle.

They had the unfortunate suspicion that they wouldn’t be playing any instruments for awhile. Which was a shame, because they had just splurged on a beautifully crafted koto. Well, at least they survived somehow. They’d get to play it eventually, hopefully. Maybe they could use their feet? That could be an interesting challenge.

“Someone appears to finally be awake and very deep in thought.”

(Y/n)’s eyes snapped to the person casting a shadow over them that they had only just noticed. Though they had never personally had the honor of meeting before, (Y/n) knew exactly who it was based on the tales of other slayers.

“Oh, Kochou-sama, hello!” (Y/n) greeted, surprisingly chipper given their current state, “Sorry, I was just wondering if I could comfortably wear finger picks on my toes… You probably didn’t need to know that.”

Shinobu hummed a sound like a muted giggle and (Y/n) bit the inside of their cheek. She was every bit a ethereal in person as the stories described. (Y/n) could probably write a billion compositions about her and have not one be the same. Their fingers itched to pick at their koto or shamisen or biwa or… they could go on for awhile.

Their collection was quite extensive. It was a good thing demon slaying paid well or they would have probably starved. The closest they came to being in trouble financially was probably when they procured their prized piano from Italy last year. Money was tight for a while after that purchase. So again, it was a shame that their arms were in such a state when there were so many instruments to play and maintain.

“Exactly how long will I be restricted like this?” They asked.

Shinobu gave a sympathetic smile as she opened the drawer beside (Y/n)’s cot, “It will take months of healing and physical therapy, unfortunately. However, since we were able to operate on you quickly and successfully, your recovery will go much smoother.”

“That’s a relief to hear, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Shinobu smiled, she did so appreciate polite patients, and since they would be spending so much time together for the foreseeable future, it made her appreciate it all the more.

She turned to look over to Sumi, Kiyo and Naho who were busying themselves with changing the sheets on newly vacated cots, “Girls, help (L/n)-san sit up while I prepare their prescriptions.”

“Okay.”

“Right away!”

“Be right there, Shinobu-sama!”

Soon (Y/n) found themself surrounded by the three young girls. Carefully they brought up the cot and sat (Y/n) up.

“Thank you, that feels a lot better.” (Y/n) smiled sincerely, pleasing the young girls with their kindness.

“These girls are Sumi, Kiyo and Naho,” Shinobu shared, gently laying a hand on each girl’s head as she went down the line, “They will take care of most of your day to day regimens that don’t require my presence. They are very good at their jobs so do not hesitate to share any concerns with them.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) promised, tipping their head to the younger girls, “Thank you for your hard work.”

The girls glowed under the praise then scattered in a flurry of cheerful giggles to continue their tasks.

Shinobu chuckled quietly, turning her eyes back on (Y/n),

“This purple bottle contains sleeping pills, the green bottle is pain medication. You may take one of each as you need, but there is a mandatory six hour waiting period between dosages. I can give you both or one now if you’d like, otherwise I’ll just turn them over to Kiyo to store until you need them.”

“The pain medication would be helpful I think. Thank you.” (Y/n) figured they had slept plenty for the time being.

“Ever so polite,” Shinobu lightly teased, readying a pill and a cup of water. She poked (Y/n)’s lip with the pill, willing them to open their mouth so she could slip it in and quickly press the cup to their lips before the pill’s casing could dissolve on their tongue.

“Thank… you,” (Y/n) sighed, knowing they were probably being excessively thankful, but they couldn’t help it. Shinobu was so nice. They let Shinobu’s amused chuckle wash over them.

“Well, I must be going now. Take care (L/n)-san, many slayers tend to get antsy when they’re on leave for so long, but it is in your best interest to stay put, alright?”

“I will be on my best behavior, promise.” (Y/n) swore.

“Good.” Shinobu straightened the blanket that laid across their waist, gave their knee a swift pat, then went on her way.

(Y/n) sunk further back into the raised cot. Shinobu really was awesome, wasn’t she? Their fingers twitched beneath their bindings. What they wouldn’t give to play around with any number of their instruments right now. Practically everything they owned required use of arms and fingers. Even if they had only one arm at their disposal, they could have probably managed.

They did invest a stupid amount of money to ship in a kazoo to add to their collection, but something told them that if they were going to play it for the next several weeks, injuries be damned one of their fellow patients would leap into their cot and choke them with the noisy piece of plastic.

“(L/n)-san?”

“Hm?” (Y/n) blinked, Naho coming into focus beside their cot.

“Are you hungry?”

(Y/n) lit up. They could definitely eat something and they told Naho as much, excitement evident.

As they ate, Sumi went over what their daily exercises would consist of for the next couple weeks before they could allow more arm freedom and movement. Mostly it would be a lot of leg work and back stretches to keep them strong and malleable.

(Y/n) listened and asked questions as needed. It seemed like they would have a lot to do, hopefully it would keep them busy enough to keep their mind off of music for at least until they had arms to play with again.

***

It was just too painful.

(Y/n) sighed for the millionth time that morning, tapping their toes rhythmically against the metal bar at the ends of the bed.

It had only been a week and they were dying to play something. That kazoo was looking very good right now, choking hazard be damned.

The girls seemed to notice their discontent, but they assured them there was no issue. Just a little restlessness was all. A restlessness that had them envisioning every pluck of a string, strike of a drum, and current of air that went in to composing their favorite pieces.

It was maddening, almost torturous. Even Shinobu noticed how fidgety they seemed to be when she next came by to check in, slowly, yet firmly, pressed a hand to (Y/n)’s incessantly tapping feet, making them stop.

“Have the ants started taking over already?” She had teased once she finally caught their attention.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) answered sheepishly, “I’m really wishing I had gotten my legs broken instead.”

“You would be stuck here longer if that were the case. Leg bones take longer to heal, usually.” Shinobu informed, taking the chair beside (Y/n)’s cot, “Though I suppose there are more things that could keep your hands busy than your feet.”

They had a nice conversation about hobbies as Shinobu checked (Y/n)’s progress. Once (Y/n) mentioned their affinity for music, they couldn’t stop taking about it. They had just finished sharing their top five favorite wind instruments when they realized Shinobu hadn’t said anything in awhile and they got a little self-conscious, apologizing for their overzealous sharing.

Shinobu assured them there was no problem. She was thoroughly entertained and charmed by their passion. She also quite enjoyed music and the arts in general, but rarely had the time to enjoy such pursuits. That was when (Y/n) got an idea.

“Kochou-san,” they asked, “if it is alright with you, perhaps I could teach Naho, Sumi and Kiyo to play an instrument? I promise I won’t let it interfere with their duties, just something to work on in their leisure if they’d like.”

Shinobu hummed in thought. It would be nice to hear music softly playing throughout the halls from time to time. Patients also benefited from such gentle stimulation. On another note, far be it from her to deny the young girls a well-rounded education.

“If any of the girls want to play, you have my blessing to teach them. Though we don’t exactly have any instruments on hand. What we do have are so old they are strictly display only.”

“I’d love to see them sometime.” (Y/n) glowed.

“Perhaps when you’re more mobile, that can be arranged.” Shinobu smiled.

“Wonderful! Now, don’t worry about the instruments. I have a bunch at my house, depending on what they want to play, I could supply them each one of their own so they can practice at the same time.”

“How convenient,” Shinobu marveled cheerfully, “what instruments do you have exactly?”

“Um,” (Y/n) let out a nervous laugh, “it might be easier to ask me what instruments I don’t have.”

***

Shinobu had provided (Y/n) with a small group of Kakushi at their disposal to collect an array of instruments from their house. When they came back, (Y/n) was almost worried they had gone overboard with their requests as instrument upon instrument was brought in. They made sure to thank the group copiously for their patience and care.

When Sumi, Kiyo and Naho came in, their faces lit up. (Y/n) eagerly motioned for them to browse the collection and try whatever caught their eye. They shared all they knew about each instrument the girls’ hands touched. After much deliberation, they made their choices with the assurance that they could change their mind whenever they wished.

(Y/n) felt a familiar twitch in their fingers. They wished they could pick something up as well, but for now they would live vicariously through their new pupils as they taught them all they knew.

They started out with teaching them how to read music. It was cute how the girls seemed to pout. They wanted to begin playing right away. (Y/n) could understand the impatience. They were much the same when they first started. Then came the scales, finding out what button or chord corresponded with what note. Then simple songs that gradually grew in complexity as weeks became months.

“They’re so bright and talented and very hardworking.” (Y/n) had told Shinobu when she had come by to observe one day.

“It helps that they have such a good teacher.” Shinobu praised, making (Y/n)’s face feel warm, “I find myself a little envious, actually. Perhaps I should have carved out some time to join in on a few lessons.”

“I’d still be happy to teach you if you’d like. Even when I’m gone, I’m sure the girls could help pick up where I left off.”

“Oh I don’t know… careful, (L/n)-san,” Shinobu warned.

Though Shinobu had allowed the removal of (Y/n)’s casts, their arms were still tender and weak from disuse. Any heavy lifting was very ill advised.

“I’m careful, I’m careful,” They assured, picking up a small, rectangular device. Carved wood endowed with an array of keys and a couple thin strings visible towards the end, “This is a Taishogoto. It may look a little complicated, but I’m sure you’ll pick it up right away.”

“So much faith,” Shinobu chuckled, “We haven’t even started yet.”

“No time like the present!” (Y/n) grinned, presenting the instrument to Shinobu.

Shinobu smiled softly, taking the Taishogoto into her hands with great care and joining (Y/n) on the edge of their cot, she listened contently as they rambled on about the instrument’s short history.

“Will you play something for me first? I’d rather hear how it’s supposed to sound before I poison my perception with my own ineptitude.”

“I’m sure you won’t be that bad,” (Y/n) scoffed, “but I’m always happy to play for you.”

It was true, as soon as Shinobu allowed them to move more freely, they picked up a nearby biwa to play a quick tune as thanks. Their movements were a little less refined, and the callouses on their finger tips had unfortunately smoothed out a bit, but they promised they’d practice to make up for lost time and play for Shinobu when they were back at their best before they left. One song became two, three and so on until Shinobu had to go, but she did often stop by when she found herself with some free time.

(Y/n) enjoyed playing for Shinobu, but it was so exciting to teach her as well, and they had the added benefit to actually use their hands to show Shinobu how everything worked, a luxury they had not had when teaching the younger girls. Their hands happened to bump and brush a lot though, and it made (Y/n)’s heart stutter every time.

***

(Y/n) knew their time was nearly up. They would be officially discharged from the infirmary the next morning and there was much to get in order before then. The Kakushi had been gracious enough to take all of their instruments back home for them earlier that morning, with the exception of four, of course.

Sumi, Kiyo and Naho had been easy enough to find. When (Y/n) presented them with the instruments to keep, they had swarmed them and hugged them tightly, thanking them repeatedly and with enthusiasm. They gave their teacher an impromptu concert of all their favorite songs that they had learned over the last few months. It was a sweet sentiment, one that (Y/n) would not soon forget. If nothing else they had made a favorable impression on the girls as much as they had left an impression on them.

Now if only they could find Shinobu.

They had asked the girls about where she was, if it would be okay to see her for a few minutes if she wasn’t too busy, but the girls informed them that Shinobu was out on Hashira business and probably wouldn’t be home until late in the night or early morning.

But that was okay, they could wait, and so they did. They went about their day as normal and when the sun began to set, they staked their claim on a stretch of the engawa and waited for Shinobu to appear in the distance.

The sun sank lower and lower out of sight, soon replaced by a vivid waxing moon. The stars were dampened a bit from the warm light flooding out of the mansion, but it was still quite visibly a beautifully clear night sky. The weather was comfortable too, but even if it wasn’t, (Y/n) wouldn’t have minded the wait.

Though as portions of the mansion went dark and most sound seemed to cease, they began absently tapping the keys of the Taishogoto.

“Well, a little more practice wouldn’t hurt.” They murmured.

They took the pick between their fingers, plucking the string and tapping the keys to make sure it was all still in tune from when they last checked only hours ago. Then, they began playing a song, an almost haunting melody that Shinobu had once mentioned in passing to be her favorite. They would happily learn to play the song on every instrument the world had to offer if Shinobu asked for it.

They were beginning a fourth go at it when the air shifted around them. Looking to their side, Shinobu was there as if she’d been there all along, startlingly close.

“Ah!” (Y/n) flinched from the surprise, “When did you get home?”

“Were you waiting for me by chance, (L/n)-san?” Shinobu chuckled, not letting (Y/n) squirm for too long before continuing on, “I rarely come in through the front. Often times when I come back I don’t have a moment to breathe before I return to my duties here,” she leaned in and began to whisper, “don’t tell a soul, but I usually hop up on the roof for an hour or two to have some time to myself and reflect or just think of nothing at all. Do you think that’s wrong of me?”

“Of course not,” (Y/n) swore, “you do a lot of demanding and important work. You deserve time to yourself. I haven’t been disturbing you have I? Is that why you came down?”

“It is a welcome distraction. I wanted to get closer so I could hear it better. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” (Y/n) smiled, busying themself with the keys, but not yet playing.

“I uh, I was actually waiting for you to come back so I could play this for you so this is perfect. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

(Y/n) picked up the song from the beginning and Shinobu closed her eyes to listen along, resting her cheek over her interwoven fingers.

When the final note disappeared on the breeze, it was peacefully quiet for a long moment. (Y/n) took in a lungful of the flowery sweet air, and turned to face Shinobu, holding out the Taishogoto to her.

“I have really enjoyed getting to know you over the last few months, Kochou-san. So much so, that I’m afraid I’ve fallen for you. If it will not burden you, even if you don’t return my feelings, I would like you keep this to remember me by and as one last show of gratitude for all that you did for me.”

Shinobu seemed to be frozen for a few moments. Starting to get cold feet, (Y/n) began to pull away, apologies already in the tip of their tongue, but then Shinobu put her hands over theirs, keeping them in place between their bodies.

“I will treasure it always,” she promised sincerely.

That would have been enough for (Y/n), but then Shinobu leaned closer still until her lips pressed tenderly into the side of (Y/n)’s face. They were almost too buzzed from the affectionate gesture to comprehend what Shinobu said next as she sat upright once more.

“I expect you back at least five days out of every month. Someone will need to keep the girls sharp and their skills,” she stood up with a small, almost sly smile, “and someone will need to join me on the rooftops for another midnight serenade or two.”

(Y/n)’s heart swelled.

“I can’t imagine anything I’d rather do more.”

[fictional-library-tournament]

Prelims round 1, poll 14

Propaganda

Komura Monument Library, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

There are mysteries in it, but still somehow it is a relatively safe haven. There are like two other people in it. You can LIVE in it when you are fifteen and honestly what else do you need. Especially when you are young Kafka on the Shore dealing with family curses.

The Thunderhead, Arc of a Scythe by Neal Shusterman:

It contains the collective knowledge of humanity and is a perfect, almost-sapient AI that doesn’t follow the “utopia is actually dystopia” trope

The Cloud Recesses' Library Pavilion, Mó Dào Zǔ Shī/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu:

I hope someone else has submitted a better propaganda; it's been awhile since I last read the novel. I hope there aren't any egregious mistakes.😔

During the aggression that the Qishan Wen sect is deploying in a bid to conquer the rest of the five great sects, members of the Gusu Lan sect were made to burn down the buildings of their own dwelling, starting with the Library Pavilion. In standing his ground and refusing to do so, Lan Wangji had his leg broken by Wen Xu. In the meantime, Lan Xichen retrieves what documents and scrolls he can from the library and seeks refuge, assisted by (whom will later be) his trusted sworn brother, Jin Guangyao.

Later in the story, it will be revealed that in assisting Lan Xichen in protecting the contents of, and further in rebuilding, the Library Pavilion, Jin Guangyao has attained access to the forbidden chamber of the library, and subsequently has attained knowledge of a song of turmoil, which he then uses to induce qi deviation in Nie Mingjue, who is also a sworn brother to Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao. Nie Mingjue later dies following this qi deviation.

The Librarium, Fire World by Chris d'Lacey:

It's a museum of books! There are Firebirds roaming the upper levels!

Aunt Josephine's Grammatical Library, A Series of Unfortunate Events:

So boring that the kids aren't even able to enjoy it even though reading is Klaus's greatest joy in life. Has a sick, plot-relevant, badass eye window looking out on its owner's greatest fear.

Library of Records at Heimlich Hospital, A Series of Unfortunate Events:

It is a vast archive held under a creepy hospital, possibly affiliated with a mysterious organisation, and curated by a cryptic man named Hal who insists that an archivists job is to file the documents, not read them:

"'The Library of Records contains information not only from Heimlich Hospital , but from all over the area. There's information about everything from poetry to pills, from picture frames to pyramids, and from pudding to psychology-and that's just in the P aisle, which we're walking down right now.'

'What an amazing place,' Klaus said. 'Just think of everything we can learn from reading all these files.'

'No, no, no,' Hal said, shaking his head sternly.

'We're supposed to file this information, not read it.'"

Also his organising principle is absolutely insane:

"First, you remove the paper clips and put them in this bowl. Then you glance at the information and figure out where it goes. Remember, try to read as little as possible.' He paused, unclipped a small stack of paper, and squinted at the top page. 'For instance,' he continued 'You only have to read a few words to see that these paragraphs are about the weather last week at Damocles Dock, which is on the shore of some lake someplace. So you would ask me to unlock cabinets in aisle D, for Damocles, or W, for weather, or even P, for paragraphs. It's your choice.'

'But won't it be difficult for people to find that information again?' Klaus asked. 'They won't know whether to look under D, W, or P.'

'Then they'll have to look under all three letters,' Hal said. 'Sometimes the information you need is not in the most obvious place.'"

Absolutely bonkers.

[xoxoavenger]

Different

pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Based on the song ‘Different’ by Joshua Bassett

word count: 2779

warnings: mentions of domestic (child) abuse

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It had been two years since Y/N and Steve talked to each other. They had broken up right before his junior year, right before he got together with Nancy. It was easy to not talk to each other at first, but then they started running in the same crowd since Lucas Sinclair, one of the kids she babysat, told her all about how Steve Harrington saved them from demogorgans. After that, Y/N's babysitter instincts kicked in, and she was thrown into the fight of protecting the kids with Steve Harrington.

But they never talked directly to each other. Never had a conversation. They weren't friends.

Which is why it was so shocking when he showed up at her door, soaking wet from the rain at midnight. His keys were in his hand, and his car was right behind him, so she knew he had to of been standing outside for awhile.

"I missed you," Was the first thing out of his mouth after minutes of staring. The door had been open for so long that water was inside, flooding the small greeting room and wetting the tile.

"Steve," She whispered, grabbing his arm finally and pulling him inside, shutting the door. He was cold, she could feel it when she grabbed his hand. They stood close for a moment, and she watched his gaze flip to her lips before looking into her eyes.

"I had no where else to go," He muttered, and his face was dripping from the rain but she could tell there were tears falling. She had only seen Steve Harrington cry at one thing, and she doubted that had changed in the last two years.

"Steve," Her heart broke for him, and she forgot all about the fact that they hated each other yesterday. "I didn't know they were home." Not that she deserved the right to know when her ex-boyfriend's parents were in town, but she normally heard from one of the kids who were concerned that they hadn't seen Steve in awhile, or he seemed more drawn away than normal.

"I'm sorry," It was like they were having two separate conversations. "I shouldn't be here, I know, but no one else knows." He admitted, and Y/N just shook her head.

"But Robin's usually the one who-" She started, but she was clearly too slow.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Steve cut her off. She licked her lips as she thought for a moment. They used to be on the same page about everything, but now even as Y/N tried her hardest she couldn't understand Steve. What did she know that no one else knew, especially Nancy?

"You're wet." She said instead, shaking her head because she had to think about something else while she worked out what the fuck Steve meant. "I'll get a towel." She let go of his hand, but he grabbed her wrist.

"No one else is here?" He questioned, and she nodded. She had moved out of her parents house a couple months ago, but it seemed there was always someone around her new small townhouse. He knew Max stayed so much that she had her own room, which is the only way Steve knew where she lived now.

"Stay here, I'll be back." She told him, walking away quickly. By the time she had returned, Steve was down to a short sleeve shirt. She realized he was wearing pajama pants, that he probably threw on a sweater. That's what tipped her off to what was underneath the shirt before he even lifted it.

"I had no where else to go," He said, eyes wide with tears. He was struggling to hold himself together, and one look at him had her feeling the same.

He had a grip mark around his wrist, the softest bruise in this collection. She stepped closer and realized there was a bright red handprint that stuck out on his face, but they both knew that had been a mistake. The face was not a popular spot for Mr. Harrington.

The worst one was the blotches around his throat. The uneven sides telling her that he had done it with his own two hands.

"Oh, Steve," She cried softly, tears falling down her cheeks as she put two hands to his face and then brought him close, letting him collapse on her. Her hands went under his arms, gripping his shirt while his held her waist in a tight squeeze. This is what he was talking about. This is what no one else knows about.

"I - I've fought fucking monsters," He sounded much calmer than she felt, and that unnerved her. How many times had he gone through this without her? "This is what is going to break me." He held her close, so close that she had to be on her toes to accommodate the way he was tugging on her. The way he was speaking made her soul ache for his, hating the certainty that this would be the end. It wasn't Steve.

"No," She responded, pulling back slightly to put her hands on his face once more and bringing their foreheads together. "You are strong. So much stronger than him," She lifted her chin out of instinct but remembered at the last second not to kiss him, leaving their breathes to mingle. She was forgetting herself, not remembering why they had broken up in the first place.

It was a weird feeling, to be in each others arms after everything they had gone through. They had fought actual demons from hell without even speaking to each other. Everything had changed. Nothing would ever be the same between them.

And here she was, about to kiss him, because it felt like they were in high school again.

"If I were strong I wouldn't have left you." He whispered, his lips almost touching hers when he spoke.

"I would have left me if I were you." She admitted, remembering how insufferable she had been. He gripped at the end of her shirt.

"It was the worst mistake of my life." He told her, because when he thought of Y/N the first thing that came to his mind was the heart shattering picture of her face when he broke it off. They had both been to blame for the downfall, but it was fixable things and Steve wanted an out.

"Not even getting into this mess?" She asked, instead of the question she really wanted to.

"If I hadn't gotten into this mess, who would protect the kids?" He smiled when she dipped her head again before bumping their chins together. "Besides, I wouldn't be here if I hadn't ran back in that house." He moved impossibly closer, and her eyes fluttered close, he lips tingling as she waited for them to touch. She wanted it.

She was waiting for a few moments, but nothing ever happened. He didn't move back, but he wasn't moving forward.

"I'm trying not to kiss you," Steve started, lips moving against hers in a way she wished would count as a kiss. "We - we've been through this. We know how it ends." He moved back at that, shaking from emotion and the cold. His hands were now barely resting on her hips, and before she knew it she was grabbing his biceps, a silent plea not to go. The chill and bumps on his arms brought her back to reality.

"I know," She whispered, so quiet Steve barely heard her over the raging storm outside. She grabbed the towel she had dropped, luckily away from the water puddle at her front door, and pulled it around his shoulders.

Now for the embarrassing part.

"I still, uh," She shook her head, not able to look at him and instead looking into the small living room. "I have a sweatshirt and some sweatpants of yours. I mean, they're a couple years old, but, uh," She closed her eyes and turned around to not see him, only opening them when she started walking. She could hear he followed her, and knew he was barely containing a chuckle as she handed him the clothes she had kept after all this time.

"So this is where my basketball sweatshirt went." He smirked, and she felt her cheeks heat up.

"It's your JV one, so I figured you wouldn't be too hung up over it." Steve was only on JV for his freshman year, and she had stolen it the second he had left it at her house.

"I thought I got rid of it." He confessed, taking the clothes and then looking around. When he realized he had never been in this house, his eyes widened. "You brought this with you when you moved." This was just embarrassing.

"The bathroom is the closed door." She pointed, still not looking at him.

"Okay," His voice was still teasing, and she just shook her head. He had been the one to actually say 'I miss you,' but this just showed that she did as well.

And actions speak louder than words.

What was she doing? Two years of going on countless dates with other guys and none of them had been able to make her feel even a fraction of the way she felt when Steve accidentally brushed his lips against hers.

"I'm sorry," Steve said, startling Y/N and causing her to flip around. He was changed already, which meant she had been in her thoughts for far longer than she meant to.

"About?" She didn't mean it to sound rude, but Steve did have a couple of things to apologize for.

"I guess I deserve that." Steve chuckled, looking down. "Right now, I'm sorry about showing up at your house in the middle of the night." She noticed he was holding his side in a way she knew meant that Mr. Harrington had more than likely punched Steve in the ribs, trying to teach him some sort of lesson.

"That is the one thing you don't need to apologize for, Steve Harrington." She smiled, feeling her heart grow just slightly when he looked at her.

"Speaking of apologies," Steve stepped closer, close enough that Y/N could see the bags under his eyes. She knew Steve didn't sleep well when his parents were in town, and she heard from Robin and Dustin once that Steve never slept well.

"I don't think that boy has had a good day worth of sleep in his life." Robin had muttered to Y/N. They were all in the Wheeler's basement after the whole StarCourt fiasco.

"What?" Y/N realized she had been staring at Steve, who was knocked out in a chair. Robin and Y/N were the only ones awake in the dark room, everyone else either asleep or pretending to be asleep. It had taken far too long for everyone to get showers and clean up, and even longer to convince their parents that they were okay but needed to be together.

"I've only known Steve for a couple months," Robin started, making sure to keep her voice down. "But every single time I've ever seen him, he seems exhausted." This was news to Y/N. When her and Steve were together, Steve slept like a baby. She practically had to pull him out of bed.

"I don't," Y/N started, but she had no idea what to say. Maybe he wasn't sleeping well after the whole UpsideDown thing.

"It's because he doesn't." Dustin said from right in front of them. The two jumped, hearts racing from left over adrenaline.

"Sleep well?" Y/N asked, still concerned.

"Yeah." Dustin sat up, showing he was going to be involved in this conversation. "He's told me a couple times that he never sleeps well. Especially after all this, but from the way he talked about it even before." That had to be a lie.

"I thought you two dated for, like, years?" Robin questioned, because that sounded like something Y/N should know.

"We did," She said slowly, still trying to figure it out. "When we were together, he slept fine." She muttered, gaze shifting back to Steve. Had he really been having trouble sleeping? Maybe his parents were home.

"That's good to hear." Dustin yawned as he laid back down. "Hopefully he sleeps well with you here." And before Y/N could say anything the boy was asleep.

"I'm sorry for being an absolute dick." Steve said sheepishly, bringing Y/N back to the present.

"It's been two years." Y/N blurted out, mentally kicking herself because she was really fucking all this up.

"Yeah," He smiled awkwardly, stepping back slightly and looking at the ground. She almost reached out to grab him closer.

"I'm sorry as well," She quickly blurted, loving the way his eyes reached hers.

"You don't have-"

"I do," She chuckled slightly, looking away from him. "I was just jealous. Which is stupid, because you never gave me any reason to be. But, I mean, it was years ago. So, it's not like it really matters anymore." She said, heart cracking slightly as she said the words. It still mattered to her. She watched as Steve shook his head, frowning.

"It matters to me." He whispered, voice high and hurting. Y/N stared at him, swearing he was lying. "It never stopped mattering to me." He's telling the truth, she knows he is, but she can't stop herself from stepping back.

"But you left, I mean, you went off and dated Nancy as if we were nothing - as if I meant nothing." She's finally asking what she's wanted to ask for years, what she thinks about every time she sees his face.

"I thought I had to find somebody. I mean, my parents, they told me," He shakes his head as he cuts himself off, lips pressed together. Y/N starts to connect the dots as she thinks back to high school, all the things Steve said, things she knew about him. "You had a reason to feel jealous." He can't look at her as he says it.

And suddenly, everything slips into place.

"Your parents," She starts, watching a tear fall out of Steve's eye as he nods.

"I can't go back." He tells her, and she takes him into her arms.

His arms go under her arms and grabs onto her shoulders and grab her shirt, head in her shoulder. Her arms were around his neck and pulling them close together. He began to cry, and she moved a hand to run through his hair.

"You're safe here." She told him, turning her head to kiss the side of his head. "You're safe with me."

~

Steve slept better than he had slept in the years since they had broken up.

He woke up with light in his eyes, Y/N tucked into his side. She looked up at him, and for a moment she thought she was going to push away from him as she looked up.

"How are you?" She said instead, and Steve was shocked for a moment.

"I was supposed to catch a flight. Follow my dad to wherever the hell he was doing." He looks at the clock next to her bed. "It left three hours ago." He couldn't help but feel like a pressure was lifted from him at the thought of not having to go with his dad.

"I'm glad you stayed." She tucked back into him, and he tightened his arms around her.

"Me too." He pressed his chin down to kiss the top of her head, causing her to look back up again.

"Steve," She whispered, voice so quiet he almost didn't hear it.

"Yeah?" He softly replied, heart beginning to race as she pushed away slightly to climb up, now face to face.

"I don't want you to go ever again." She was almost shaking with nerves and emotion, and all Steve could do was put a hand to her cheek, moving some hair out of her face, and kiss her. He was surprised she let him, even more surprised when she shifted to kiss him more passionately. He regretfully pulled away, needing to talk.

"I can't go back." He had said it last night, but he was reaffirming it. He couldn't go back to his parent's house.

"You don't have to." She ran her fingers through his hair, and Steve couldn't remember why he had left her when she made him feel this safe.

"I love you." He blurted softly, expecting to feel her tense. She just opened her mouth slightly, no words being able to be formed. "You don't have to say it back, I mean, I would get it if you didn't-"

"I love you too." She smiled, hand swiping through his hair once more before resting on his cheek, stubble prickling her hand. "I never stopped."

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @roxaya @sadbitchfangirl @gloryekaterina

@oblivion-void @thatcatbsong @alexshaff2002 @m-rae23 @freezaz123 @mads-weasley 

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Stitches - Trevor Philips

AN:

Haha haven't posted a smut in a hot minute. I have 6 drafts saved but I need the motivation to finish them.

Pairing:

Trevor Philips x Male!OC (Name: Jynx)

Plot:

Trevor shows up at Jynx's house, needing a place to lay low. Jynx allows it cuz they've been friends since Jynx was like 19. One day, his ex decides to peep through the windows and Trevor sees it so he takes him inside and makes the man watch as he gives Jynx the best sex of his life. (idea based from @stat1cstarz - go read it! it's really fuckin good)

Warnings:

Sex, NSFW Shit, Age Gap, Voyeurism, Choking, Squirting, Hair Pulling, Hickeys, Possessive Trevor if you squint, FtM Pre Bottom Surgery, and It's a Trevor smut so it's gonna be a lil weird.

Song:

Stitches - Orgy

"Someday soon you'll find that someone, waiting for the chance to beat you." ______________________________________________________________

“Get the fuck out of my house! God, everyone was right about you, and right that I was an idiot to let you stay here!” Jynx yelled at the naked man on his couch that was now his ex boyfriend.

“Woah, woah, slow down! You can’t just kick me out. I have nowhere to go!” He pleaded. Jynx didn’t care though, he grabbed the man’s clothes before yanking him off the couch and pulling him to the door.

Opening it and throwing the bigger man out along with his clothes, he yelled, “Go stay with the skank that you just had your dick inside of on my couch!”

Jynx slammed the door, vibrating the room as it did. He moved back to his living room, deciding how he wanted to deep clean the juices off his expensive couch.

Two hours had gone by since Jynx threw his ex boyfriend out of the house. He had decided to throw out the couch and order a new one, not even wanting to attempt to clean the stains out.

Two hours go by as Jynx searched through furniture stores to find a better couch when he was interrupted by his door bell.

He sighed and got up from the kitchen table to go see who it was. “Jake, I swear to god if it’s you-“ He opened the door to be met with his long time friend, Trevor.

“Heyyyy! Jynx! My main man- my compadre!” He walked in past Jynx who still was collecting himself from Trevor’s sudden appearance.

“What do you want Trevor?” His voice came out annoyed and irritated on accident. He followed Trevor who ended up in the living room and sitting on the couch before Jynx could warn him.

“Why is this couch wet? Did you and what’s-his-face do something?” He asked while standing back up.

Jynx grimaced and rolled his eyes. “No, he and another chick did. Since you’re here, come help me throw this couch outside.”

“Oh shit. I was waiting for this day, and I mean I told you he would that-“ Trevor started but was cut off by Jynx snapping.

“Trevor, test my patience, I dare you.” He glared at the older male who only put his hands up in surrender while chuckling.

“Calm yourself sugar, I didn’t mean to step on your toes. I only need to lay low for awhile.” He moved to the other side of the couch to help move it outside.

“Always using me for something, huh Trevor.” He muttered while also moving the couch. “Fine. You can stay here, but you’re showering everyday and putting on clean clothes. You smell like ass.”

The two moved the couch out of the house, setting it on the curb before going back inside. Jynx sent Trevor to the bathroom to take a shower before going to grab some other clothes from the guest room for Trevor.

Trevor had stayed with Jynx enough so where the guest room basically became his room with some clean clothes in it. Jynx had come to know Trevor when he turned 19 and was hanging out with Tracey. The two connected in a weird way and it started out as Jynx looking up to Trevor.

Jynx was 27 now and now considered Trevor to be a close friend. There was also something about the older man that Jynx couldn’t help but be attracted to. He ignored this feeling though, feeling ashamed of it.

He moved to sit at the other couch that sat in the living room, silently thanking his parents for giving him a house where it was big enough to have two couches in the living room. He turned on his current show, letting himself get lost in show, wanting to forget the previous moments from today.

He was brought out of his trace by Trevor stomping down the stairs, wearing only gym shorts. "Should we order some take out, kid? I'll pay." He said while moving to sit on the couch next to Jynx who was trying to avoid looking at Trevor's chest.

“Chinese?” He asked, little happiness coming through in his tone.

“Yes! You’re placing the order though! I don’t know how to fully work that app.” Trevor stated, pointing at Jynx as he did. He noticed that he was avoiding looking at him, he chuckled at it.

“You haven’t looked my way since I got back. Usually you hit me with a ‘you finally look like a human’ line.” He teased, scooting closer to Jynx who was trying to order the Chinese food. Jynx ignored Trevor’s comment and movement towards him, not wanting to give himself away.

He was forced to look at Trevor when the older man grasped his chin and faced Jynx towards him. “I’m talking to you, boy.” Trevor’s tone had gotten low and sort of sensual.

Jynx audible gulped, looking at Trevor who was only inches away from him. His other arm moved to wrap around Jynx's waist, holding him close. "Trevor... We can't- I just-" He tried to form words but his mind couldn't.

His heart was speeding, his breath ragged as he tried to push Trevor away but the older man kept his grip. The two stayed like that, their breath hitting each other as their gazes held lust for the other. Trevor ended up pulling away, not wishing to make Jynx upset or uncomfortable.

"I'll finish ordering the Chinese food." Jynx said, composing himself and trying to ignore the wetness that had built up between his thighs.

"Chinese food, right, you do that." Trevor shifted away from Jynx, grabbing a blanket to hide his lower half before going back to watching the show mindlessly.

- Time Skip -

It had been three months and Trevor was still hanging around, insisting that he keep Jynx company now that he didn't have his ex around. Jynx allowed him to stay of course, finding the most comfort in the crazy man.

Jynx was busy cleaning the house, wearing nothing but one of Trevor's oversized shirts and a pair of his own boxers. Jynx always liked to steal Trevor's clothes while he was around, saying the reason was that he liked how big they were on him.

Trevor didn’t mind of course, the younger was letting him live there, plus he found the boy cute in them.

The two had grown closer in that time frame, sharing secrets that haven’t shared before. They weren’t exactly dating but they acted like a couple and did coupley things.

Jynx wanted to get an official label on their relationship and find out Trevor’s real feelings for him, but he didn’t know how. He hoped to talk to Trevor later tonight about it.

It had grown late into the night with the time now reading 12:30 am and Trevor still wasn’t home. It wasn’t uncommon for Trevor to be out late, but tonight was different.

Jynx sat on the new couch, playing a video game that he had recently bought. He was in the middle of an intense scene when the door opened to Trevor and a man with a bag over his head.

“Trevor what the fuck?! I told you no hostages here!” Jynx hissed, pausing his game and standing up.

“Calm down sweetheart, it’s not a hostage. It’s your ex boyfriend!” He ripped the bag off of the man, leaving Jynx in shock.

“Why the hell is he here?!” Jynx’s face was angry and confused as he was trying to figure out why Trevor would bring him back into his house.

Trevor began tying the scared looking man to a kitchen chair. “Found him looking through the windows watching you while i was coming home! Figured we better show this rat a show he’d never forget.”

Jynx’s eyes widened at the information of his ex watching him. He felt icky and like his privacy was threatened. “What kind of show?” He asked confused.

Once Trevor finished tying the man up he turned to Jynx. A devilish smile graced his face as he moved towards Jynx, his arms going around the younger’s waist. “I think you know… I’ve seen how you around me and I know you like wearing my clothes for other reasons than them just being big on you.” He whispered in the younger’s ear.

Jynx felt a shiver go through him, his legs closed to try and calm the excitement that had filled him. “Guess I’m not good at hiding it as I thought I was.” He chuckled slightly. His arms moved to wrap around Trevor's neck, holding the man close to him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Trevor." He whispered.

Trevor licked his lips before grasping a hand full of Jynx's hair and pulling their lips together roughly. He tasted of cigarettes and alcohol along with a breath mint trying to hide it.

"Oh baby, I've been thinking about you for awhile. I'm gonna fuck you better than you've ever been fucked." He purred to Jynx before lifting the smaller and pinning him down on the couch.

Trevor's grasp on Jynx's hair became tighter as he moved the boy's head to the side so he could attack his neck with hickeys and bites. Jynx looked over at his ex who wanted to look away but couldn't. He watched Jynx's body and his facial expressions, his own filling with rage as he watched.

Jynx's legs moved up to wrap around Trevor's waist, thrusting his hips up against Trevor's, savoring the groan that had left the older's lips. "Mmm, fuck, Trevor." He moaned more. One of Trevor's hands slid between Jynx's thighs and into his boxers. "I've barely done anything but you're already soaked for me? Damn baby." He chuckled as his fingers began to move against the boy's soaked cunt.

Jynx's head fell as his back arched up against Trevor, a loud moan leaving his lips. Trevor's fingers felt so much better than he had been imagining. "Why don't we give our audience a better show? Show him what he lost when he decided to be a dick and cheat on you." Trevor chuckled and pulled his fingers away, earning a loud whine from Jynx.

Before the younger could protest, Trevor moved them so he was sitting up against the couch and moving Jynx on his lap, the boy's back against his chest. Jynx's boxers were removed from his body and his legs were spred open by Trevor's own legs. One of his hands moved to wrap around Jynx's throat, gripping it tightly.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be shy now. Show this cocksucker who you belong to now. Let him hear those pretty moans of yours." Trevor praised and he moved his other hand to rub Jynx's sensitive cunt again.

Jynx felt his head go dizzy as the lack of air flow hit him. He squirmed a bit as he moaned desperately against Trevor's fingers. He felt his climax building up within him. "Trev- mmm-" He whispered out, being so lost in pleasure he completely forgot about the man who was watching.

"Bet you never made him feel this good with just your fingers, huh buddy?" Trevor chuckled, biting down on Jynx's shoulder, drawing blood as he did.

Jynx moaned louder and more frequent as he was brought to the edge. The pleasure of Trevor’s fingers, the dizziness of being choked, along with the pain on his shoulder made him close control as he squirted on Trevor’s fingers.

“That’s it baby, that’s a good boy.” Trevor continued moving his fingers until Jynx’s high was rode out. Trevor released his grip from Jynx’s neck, allowing the boy to fall back against him and catch his breath.

“I’m guessing from the way you’re reacting, that was the first time you came so hard you squirted?” Trevor teased Jynx as he moved his hands down to his own pants to free his aching cock.

Jynx shook his head, biting his bottom lip he savored the high he was still coming down from. "Trev, where have you been all these years? No one has ever gotten me off that good." He turned his head and gripped Trevor's chin, forcing the older to face him into a deep, rough kiss.

"Jynx is lying to make me mad! There's no fucking way this fucking creepy old man is that good!" Jynx's ex spat, anger clear in his face as he tried to undo the bindings. It made him frustred to see someone else touching what he still claimed as his.

Trevor only laughed at the pathetic man, he pulled away from Jynx to look at the man bound to the chair. One hair gripped Jynx's hair tightly while his free hand moved to slap Jynx's dripping pussy, making the younger jolt up and moan. "I don't know kid, from the mess between his legs and on the floor, I would have to disagree." Trevor moved his cock between Jynx's folds, moving himself slowly to tease Jynx.

"What's that pretty boy? I can't hear ya, tell Uncle T how badly you want this." He sped up his pace a bit more, chuckling at how much Jynx was coming undone in his hold.

The younger tried to close his legs as the overstimulation hit him but Trevor's stronger ones kept them open. Tears fell from his cheeks as he just could only whimper and whine, his brain too desperate and clouded to form proper words.

"Come on boy, use your words otherwise I'll stop." Trevor instructed, slapping Jynx's thigh hard in the process. Jynx jolted up again before trying his best to form a sentence.

"N-no... mm... Don't stop! Trevor- please I need you." He moved his own hips against Trevor's cock, gaining more friction as he felt the older's tip rubbing against his clit.

"Need me where? Come on boy, don't half ass your words here." Trevor growled in Jynx's ear, slapping his thigh again.

"Inside! Please! Trevor!" Jynx cried, his own patience running out as all he wanted was to be stretched out by Trevor. The older man chuckled once more before giving into what Jynx was begging for.

He moved to push his cock inside Jynx, bottoming out as he pushed himself fully in. It didn't talk long for Jynx to adjust due to how wet he had become, allowing Trevor to start thrusting up into the younger boy. He released his hand that was in Jynx's hair to move under Jynx's thighs, holding him up a bit to allow him to thrust more into him.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room was the sounds of squelching, Jynx's moans, Trevor's grunting, and Jynx's ex yelling angrily while trying to get out of the ropes. Neither Jynx or Trevor paid much attention to the other male, too lost in pleasure to really care.

"More... please..." Jynx begged, his head now falling back against Trevor's shoulder as his hands gripped Trevor's forearms, his nails digging into the skin.

Trevor gave into Jynx, absolutely loving how he was able to give the younger so much pleasure. "Such a needy little thing." He teased, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could go.

Jynx felt his second orgasm building up in his stomach, his walls tightened around Trevor, signaling to him that Jynx was about to burst any moment. "Come on baby, show Uncle T and that pathetic excuse for a man just how good I made you feel." Trevor instructed, his own thrusts becoming sloppier.

Trevor's words made Jynx spill over the edge for the second time, coming hard around Trevor's cock while moaning the older's man name loudly. His walls squeezed Trevor harder, making him grunt against Jynx's shoulder. He thrusted one last time hard and deep inside of Jynx, allowing him to empty deep inside of Jynx.

Light thrusts went in and out of Jynx as the two rode out their high together. Trevor let go of Jynx's thighs and moved to wrap around the smaller's waist. He grabbed his face and kiss him deeply as he moved the younger to lay down on the couch. "Such a good boy you were. Rest a moment while I deal with this peeping tom."

Trevor turned his attention back to Jynx's ex, puting his pants back on before moving to undo the bindings. "Come on big man, you've had a good enough last show, time to get your real punishment." Trevor dragged the other male outside, blowing a kiss to Jynx as he did.

Jynx only laughed lightly, accepting the air kiss before moving to sit up and attempting to get up and clean himself up, only to fail and land on the floor. "I'll wait until he comes back." He thought out loud.

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"Drooling on the set to feel you, blessing you with every kiss."

[clumsyexpression]

Rosinante Donquixote x Fluff Alphabet

I love this man with a burning passion - he lights my heart afire and kindles the fuzzies 🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'm not very good at romance, but i still wanted to shoot my shot and give it a try c:

⇥ based on this fluff alphabet prompt found here

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Spontaneous human combustion. He doesn’t understand how he does it but he wish he could make it stop.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

You know when you leave home, and you know you’re going to be awhile, so you double check EVERY known hazard that you’re aware of in case of some weird, freak accident happening? Well it’s especially anxiety-inducing for Rosinante because of his accident-prone self and even after triple checking all of his appliances and outlets and he sets off to go to Target or whatever, it’s only halfway through his commute that he realizes that he probably left the stove on after all and almost instantaneously as the realizations sets, a strident succession of beeps sound off, cause he’s sitting in the middle of traffic until BLAM! He jolts forward, sitting ramrod straight in bed as he awakens from the fire alarm going off, smelling something getting extra crispified as indicative from the sooty smoke coming up from the hall towards the kitchen and so he jumps out of bed only to see that apparently it was from the toast that had already popped up from the toaster and the crumbs were still toasting in the crumb collection tray and then bizarrely enough, when they were done toasting, they also popped up in the toaster like toast would do and eqaully as loud when you’re not expecting the toast to pop up when they go PFFT! And then he realizes that ‘no, there was no toast’ as he begins to wonder why the origin of the sound he heard is right above him – only to realize that he’s now drenched because you just hosed him down and the sound was definitely because the hose had too much air in the line and you admonish him for smoking while falling asleep and he insists that he wasn’t and then you realize he was right, cause he totally caught on fire because he just sat in sun and by freak chance – like an ant under a magnifying glass – he just kinda caught..fire..

Anyways, his worst nightmares consist of spontaneous human combustion and its quite understandable.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

YES. Definitely a family man. He yearns to know what its like to have somewhat of a normal, loving family without strife and would fight the world in order to make it possible for yall to live comfortably without the worry of the evil, hurt, and turmoil that runs amok in the world. It would also be very convenient and comforting knowing that there are people who will have his back unconditionally to douse him with water when he spontaneously catch aflame.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Not that he would try to baby you – he knows that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself – but knowing how many injuries he may have accumulated or ‘walked off’,  he can be a little over protective but will still give you your space, if that makes sense. He’ll ask often if ‘you’re okay?’, or ‘have you drunken enough water today? You might be a little dehydrated’,  or sometimes ‘I’m not saying that you need it, but if you’re not using it, I’ll hold on to that burn ointment for the time being..until you do, that is’. He just likes to make sure.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

You know when you make a mood playlist and you cant expect people to understand it completely? That’s how I see Rosinante – he’s so complex and reminds me of a variety of things, so hear me out:

Fireball – Pitbull

You can call him Mr.Worldwide cause he’s a marine and been places

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but I don’t care’ cause my boy is clumsy and that shit gets old after a while – the only thing that’s somewhat new is the new way he finds to be even clumsier

‘Momma said that everyone would know my name - I'm the best’ MM YEAH cause he used to be a celestial dragon and everyone knows about them

‘If you think I'm burning out, I never am - I'm on fire’ HLLE YEAH cause he’s literally on fire and there’s no definitive way of ever keeping him…not-on-fire lmao

We Didn’t Start The Fire – Billy Joel

My mans is trying to better the world and even joined the Marines in order to do so dunno if that was the right call or whatever but he did

Firework – Katy Perry

Okay but who cant relate???

And he’s trying his best.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Rosinante is just a naturally quiet person, devil fruit and covert operations aside. He occasionally glances at you, which causes his small smile to grow wider when you catch him watching you. He gives subtle affirmations, but is also very expressive; like, he can wear a mean poker face and all, but when his guard is down (which is typical when he’s around you), he’s not aware of how transparent he can truly be.

For example,

when he tries your cooking, he’ll be over the moon about it and will give you mad props for the delicious meal and will sincerely look forward to it again;

when he catches you making a pun, he’ll snort the moment he makes the connection;

when you stomp out his coat because the tail end has somehow kindled a fire out of thin air without him noticing, he’ll truly be confused cause ‘why are you stepping on my coat? I thought you hated my hat more, but..that’s a bit much, Y/N’

I dunno, but there you have it – my guy is pretty lit and wuv him so so much 💕💕💕

Jk this was not actually a fluff alphabet prompt but actually a SOS from yours truly cause he could really use a fire extinguisher right about now and hopes you got the message ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

[bp-zb1fics]

omg ur zb1 as disney prince’s was so good i love me a good royalty type of thing!! now it has me wondering what disney princess they would be🤭 -🐰

Okay 🐰 anon asking me the logical next question, tysm 💜💜💜 we love and we are excited because some members could be the same princess as their prince ver and others are going to be totally different. So without further ado, here are my Zb1 disney princess headcanons: tired and sleep deprived ver. Same conditions from disney prince headcanons apply 🤣

Also just because I cast two different members for prince/ princess ver. in the same Disney movie does not mean it’s a ship. In most cases, they will be 2 diff movies.

Jiwoong: Cinderella

This man literally struggled through two failed groups and a lawsuit

Worked as an actor before finally achieving his dream

Like if that’s not a rags to riches story idk y’all

That aside, is definitely the type to forget something important once he reaches the peak of his life ( I’m sorry, what’s the name of our group again?)

Hao: Belle

there must be more then this provincial life - probably Hao at some point

Hao during the little prince skit giving peak Belle

Always learning, always reading

definitely no Stockholm syndrome in Hao’s fairytale

Hanbin: Elsa

Has always had powers but not confident enough to stand in the spotlight

But when he does?

It’s a slay y’all like this is the Queen

Into the Unknown? More like into Boys planet lol?

Took him awhile to reach final form like from pre debut to now but that the talents always been there

Matthew: Anna/Rapunzel

It’s just the vibe???

I can’t decide omg

Like he’s bubbly, bright and optimistic

So like wide eyed and excited to see the (outside) world

But also struggling to find his place in it?? Idk if that makes sense~

Taerae: Ariel

I’d want to keep his voice in a lil shell and just have it w me all the time lol

Collection? Oh you mean his rainbow colored closet of fashion terrorist pieces

Yes the guitar is the collection centerpiece

Y’all try to argue w me but like regardless of who Taerae’s prince is, they gon fall in love with that voice like yo

Ricky: Jasmine

A pet tiger? Like why am I not surprised~

Yes he is in fact the “sexiest” princess

Young and rich and sassy

Idk anymore the energy just fits

Gyuvin: Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)

I’m sorry this man and the way he launches himself onto his bed like a flying tuna

It’s iconic

Yes he’s very pretty we get it

The reactions he’d make when some prince jumpscare a him in the woods

Hanbin, Hoetaek and Hao as the 3 fairy godmothers

Gunwook: Tiana

Almost there as a song literally being Gunwook’s BP journey

But he gets there!!!

Gets the recognition he deserves in that finale, literally transforming from “scary” who’s gonna pull the trigger man to jelly pop maknae~

Literally embodying the hustle like man works hard and it paid off

Yujin: Snow White

Bc he’s A BABY, Taerae as his prince just isn’t it, like this hyung just wants to adopt him

Snow White is literally the youngest princess so yes Yujin maknae on top rise

Probably gets jumpscared like he’s just singing about water and a monami pencil, who’s this man with a guitar

In this case, we got the seven Yuehua hyungs to look after Yujinie

No they will not sign over the adoption papers to you Taerae but you can have visitation rights

OK this was a lot harder then I thought and I am open to feedback, diff opinions tbh idk abt some of this I’m much tired yall best believe

[rambling-addict]

May I rant about the season 3 finale of MFS?

No? I’ll still do it anyway. This took me awhile. Had to get my thoughts organised, because my brain is just itching to begin rambling. There’s too many to say, and I’ll probably miss some stuff.

Disclaimer: I still love the show with all my heart. It brought me Raylla and the beautiful friendship that is the unit. And I know, I know… they’re rushing with this season and trying to wrap it all up. I’m familiar with this excuse. But seriously? Still left so many questions.

So here I go… my rant list:

1) Anacostia’s death.

Was it really necessary? It’s so sudden. And seriously, if you’re gonna kill her off, at least do it in a more honourable way! Crushed by a fuckin’ truck?? Really? All that power and badassery—reduced to this incredibly mundane death? I am so upset. They didn’t need to follow other shows formula in killing off characters for shock value.

First off, they ‘kill’ Izadora… then bring her back so she can set off Penelope on Hearst and Silver—meaning, the death was unnecessary. And now, Anacostia… my heart is broken. Why can’t she be revived, too, then? At least, bring her back like Alder…get her to say her goodbyes. That eulogy was lackluster—they moved on so quick, like c’mon. It’s so stupid.

2) Scylla as a side character.

I hate that Scylla got reduced to that in this last episode. From necro ex-Spree agent, she’s just there… a love interest of the main character. You could have written Scylla off this finale, and it wouldn’t matter… because she didn’t add to anything. She was an accessory to the unit, and I hate that. She’s so much more than that, and she’s capable of more. I’m so pissed that the last we get to see her is them all staring at the sky. No proper goodbye to the character. Even Adil and Khalida.

Also, as a side rant. I hated how Raelle didn’t seem as devastated when Scylla was captured to be tortured. When it was the other way around, you could feel Scylla’s pain at losing Raelle. Raelle was a bit out of character that episode. Rebel Raelle would’ve slipped off to save her girl. But no matter… seque rant over.

3) No Raylla happy ending scene.

It would have been nice to have a single scene Raylla walking along the beach by the lighthouse… or a shot of them hanging their army medals on their front door. A life with no obligations, no army. But I guess with the unit being the mushroom’s new stewards, we don’t get that. I’m shocked that they didn’t even have a finale kiss, not even one. Even Tally and ‘Greg’ had a kiss scene.

4) Nonsense earth and sky thing.

All that build up about the earth and sky being too powerful or dangerous to be united… only to point out that Abigail is a steward. If Jem can sing two elements —earth and sky— then why did they play up that narrative of Abigail and Adil? Of the Camarilla hunting down the Tarim and Bellweathers? I’m confused. And while I’m stoked that Abigail is a steward, Adil got pushed to the sidelines. Their union was all for naught. And I wanted a scene at the beach, damn it!

Also, all that mystery regarding the Abyssinian line… and the clue is in a book collecting dust in an abandoned house in Ghana, complete with illustrations, lol. The Camarilla historian surely sucks at his job. Or maybe they were hiding the fact that they knew it was the Bellweathers? I guess it doesn’t matter now.

And I thought the song had to be passed down? Or did I miss that?

5) Where is everyone?

When everything was going down, they said half of the army was still in the Cession. So the other half is in Fort Salem, right? So where the hell were they when the base was getting attacked?? Hiding?? I was hoping for a war scene, even just glimpses—just to prove that the Army isn’t such a wimpy bunch. They’ve looked so helpless the whole season. I wanted them to fight back!

Where is M? They’re more useful fighting alongside the unit, not protecting the Wade. G-boy gets to be there in action, why not M??

And Kara Brandt? Like a ghost. I’m hoping it’s a loophole to make her the villain when there’s a next season, yeah?

6) What did Tally ‘figure’ out, really?

What is the mushroom’s plan with them as the ‘new stewards/ goddesses’? Again, I’m hoping it’s open-ended as a continuation for future seasons. But c’mon… it didn’t make sense when Tally said she figured ‘it’ out. I was like—what? What did I miss?? How is it about the three of them? If the First Song didn’t matter, then why the stewards still sung it? It’s a bit of a cringe, it’s just so cheesy—that scene with the Mother speaking through Alder.

7) Everyone are witches now?

I get that the original six went off in different parts of the world to spread the gift, so it is possible that witchcraft is passed on. But then if everyone has an inner witch that awoke, what’s with all the witch hunt last season? The army and Camarilla determining who has the dormant witch gene? And the witch plague, Penelope? I thought the plague was only deadly to witches… Hearst died because he had a witch vocal cord maybe, but Silver? I am so confused. And what happens to Penelope now?

8) Witch bomb

The whole scene inside the mycelium still boggles me. One minute, it’s Adil and Scylla dying… then Raelle ends up on that glow-y sacrificial table of sorts, now she’s the one kinda dying and ready to blow? It just confuses me. And Raelle dispersed the gift to everyone in the world, with the witch bomb? This would’ve been the perfect moment for the Mother to actually materialise and explain her mysterious plan…

9) ‘Greg’

Again, nothing against the actor…but really? You manage to squeeze in a scene of him rambling to Tally why he failed to help them in that Necro room and then give them a stinkin’ kiss scene (albeit short)… and then nothing about a Raylla/ Adigail kiss scene at the end? Or even some other significant scenes—like what the hell was happening outside Fort Salem, or like clips about the aftermath… They cut so many scenes for this guy, and his scenes doesn’t even add to the plot. *shakes my head* Yup, still bitter.

10) Overall dark and slow-paced season and didn’t live up to the previous 2 seasons,, BUT still the one of the best shows to represent a wlw couple.

Like I said, it’s all mixed feelings. I’m disappointed at the finale. But at the same time, I’m so grateful for knowing Raylla. Taylor and Amalia did their characters so well, and I will forever cherish this ship. The cast are all brilliant, and all the crew did a fantastic job on making this show happen. I just wish it could’ve ended on a good note instead of rushing. It was a hot mess, but it’s done. I’m still grateful… and I’m still hoping for more seasons so they can fix this.

[twojackals]

The fault in our stars

[Original located here]

When I was 19 years old, I was an idiot.

I say that with as much love as I can muster, because it's not like I could change that fact back then. Maybe idiot isn't the right word either, let's called it short-sighted, as most people in their late teens and early 20s usually are. My brain wasn't even done cooking yet, the long-term-thinking parts of our brain don't fully mature until we're 25. I feel like, at 19, I should not have been allowed to be in charge of my life yet, even though two-hundred years ago I'd be married with 3 children by then (which doesn't make people 'more mature' in the past, it just means they had fewer choices as far as I'm concerned).

But there I was: choosing my religion (that's how that song goes, right?).

I had been practicing Tameran Wicca, or what I would call Tameran Wicca, for about 3 years. In reality it was just regular Wicca with the Kemetic pantheon shoehorned in there, and looking back it is a bit hilarious how I changed almost nothing about my practice except the pantheon, but what else can you expect from someone who is 15/16 years old. What did I know, I was just a kid trying to make it in a vast spiritual mystery, trying to avoid Big Deity(tm) -- Christianity -- while I was at it.

I was actually 18 when I joined the House and beginner's class, and I turned 19 ... I can't remember if it was during, or after. Looking back, I kind of wonder if they knew that age 18 meant nothing in Canada, because the age of majority in the province where I lived was 19, and I'm fairly sure they wanted parental consent for minors. Been awhile though, maybe I'm mis-remembering. Nevertheless, it wasn't a problem for long, as I did indeed turn 19 and that was that.

Today, the Kemetic Orthodox religion has waiting periods. You take the Beginner's course, and when you 'graduate', you become a Remetj. You then have to wait 6 months from the first time you begin practicing the rite of Senut (which normally happens during the Beginner's class, but mileage may vary) before you can apply for your Rite of Parent Divination and decide whether or not you wish to continue on as a full convert: a Shemsu. There is a further waiting period if you later want to go on toward taking the Weshem-ib (testing of the heart) and Shemsu-Ankh vows.

But in 2000-2001, it wasn't quite like this. We rolled out of the beginner's class and hit the round running. I was divined quickly thereafter completing the class (turns out this did happen prior to my 19th birthday by the way: 01/29/2001 at 1pm AST), I agreed to become a Shemsu, was named on 2/28/2001, and by early August 2001 I had become a Shemsu-Ankh. I was a Bak somewhere in there (shortly after or before, I can't remember), a beginner's liaison, and I was just a stone that kept on moving so that it collected no moss.

Meanwhile, I had just barely become an adult. Just barely. Toddled off to Chicago, barely having ever left my own Canadian province let alone traveled internationally, thought I knew it all... but in the process, I missed out on something important: I was so focused on 'getting places' within Kemetic Orthodoxy, I think at that early point in my life, I had completely missed the point and the spirituality itself. I missed the moss. As in, a stone, constantly moving, gathers no moss... but the moss, as it turns out, was something critical, and perhaps I should have sat still for just a moment and actually thought twice about the world I was immersing myself in, rather than jumping in with both feet first. This isn't because Kemetic Orthodoxy was bad or that I regret anything. I don't regret joining, I don't regret practicing, and I don't have an issue continuing an association with the religion to some degree.

The problem was that I never got to experience life as a Remetj. At the 'bottom', so to speak.

Remetj is a word that means "royal subjects", and to be fair I have some issue with the word as I no longer have some of the core beliefs I once did (more on this another time). Back in 2001 we'd call these people "friends of the faith" but I notice that definition has gone out of favor. On the Kemet.org website, you'll see it stated that Remetj and Shemsu are to be regarded "equally", but I would suggest this is not really the case, particularly when you read the House of Netjer Bylaws and it states that Remetj are not allowed to "speak as an authority" on the religion [Verbatim: Remetj may not speak as authorities on the Religion, as it is not required to be their primary religion], but I will be breaking that mold quite a bit in the coming weeks. It's easier for me, as I was a convert up until recently, but even if it weren't true, I beg to argue you do not need to be a 'convert' to speak as an 'authority' on anything in this world. That's what study is all about.

There is definitely a hierarchy within the Kemetic Orthodox religion, and the 'respect' and expectation level changes based on those spiritual role assignments whether people want to admit it or not. I can remember people (and name names, if we prefer) accusing me of being a "Bad Shemsu-Ankh", "Bad Bak", or "not a role model" for having said one thing or another, and as certain roles you are held to standards no one would dare hold anyone else in the community to, including themselves. Frequently, people would cause trouble (I'd argue knowingly-so) but were happy to only point fingers as the people above them, completely unwilling, or perhaps unable, to be self-aware of their own problematic behaviour. Bak like Moderators, or Shemsu-Ankh, or Priests are put on a pedestal and expected to be a model of perfection that Remetj and even Shemsu are somehow not.

Interesting how that goes, but not shocking.

And this was, to be clear, other Shemsu or Remetj pointing fingers at people above them because Shemsu-Ankh are considered to be "higher". Equally-so I cannot exclude myself of the behaviour either: I find myself disdainful of the activities of some of the House of Netjer Priesthood for example, proof positive I hold a different standard and level of respect for that role than I might any other individual.

The base definition of "respect" is simply "a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements." So to that effect, no. There is not the same level of equal respect for Remetj, as there is Shemsu, as there is Shemsu-Ankh, as there is Baku (and various levels of hierarchy within that), as there is Priests, as there is, say, Hemet. It's a hierarchal system, respect is earned, and it is designed to be that way because every layer above it is one of greater commitment.

And of that hierarchy, I never had the opportunity to spend more than a hot second at the 'bottom', or to experience Kemetic life as an adult without the perpetual movement to some indefinable 'top', even in some ways, a moving target.

People may not think it, but it's an important place to be. If you don't spend that time on that rung of the proverbial ladder, you don't get a proper understanding of everything that comes above it, or everything that comes without it. The only time I ever spent as a Remetj was filled with anxiety toward getting to the next point in my journey as fast as possible -- not in proper reflection of what it means to be a Remetj, or even to be Kemetic. I feel some days, all of the experience I've gained as a Kemetic practitioner is washed away in my digressions through Kemetic Orthodoxy, and for that reason alone, I must go back. To where it all began.

It's hard to go backwards. It is, in fact, gut-wrenching. But in a way, I think this regression is actually an evolution, if that makes any sense at all. Even though Kemetic Orthodoxy is not a cult, it's still a 'cult-like' mentality that exists in all religions, screaming at you in your brain, trying to convince you wearing a different hat is 'lesser' and everyone is looking down at you. I don't like that (it's all in my head, it's not actually true, but I hate that it exists rent free in my mind sometimes), and in some ways I had to move back to Remetj just to prove myself wrong, if nothing else.

We don't need to be equally respected or equally thought-of, not to be "lesser", after all. We're all Kemetic at the end of the day, and how we choose to do that can and should differ wildly. As many Kemetics as there exists, so too should there be unique, non-cookie-cutter ways of practicing.

I am here to experience that again, and regain my footing, from the start. KO is no longer the goal: a deeper spirituality and relationship is the idea here.

[dreamcubed]

the loch ness monster | tom riddle x reader

song; the loch ness monster [matilda mann] pairing; tom riddle x gender neutral!reader genre; angst, ex-lovers word count; 1,3k timeline; around harry potter's birth warnings; swearing, implied abusive relationship, implied depression, suicidal thoughts summary; y/n had watched their lover become a despicable man capable of no good, and it pained them that he still had a hold over them

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"we all started to stray, nothing lasts anyway."

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« I'm just swimming in lakes in my mind »

I have been swimming in the deep, gloomy lakes in my mind for what feels like eternity; each time I reach out for what appears to be a rescue line, it disappears into the inky blackness of my memories. My dark memories. They weren't always dark, though, they used to be bright and shined crystal clear like the sun on a warm Summer's day. It's Summer right now, but not for me.

« Don't make me get out and comply »

My mother tried suggesting therapy for me, to help me get out of my mental abyss, but I don't want to leave. If I leave, I have to come to terms with and accept everything that evil man did to me over the war. Me. His ally. His friend.

His lover.

« And my coy little smile will defend me awhile »

I smile it off to people like I always do; a small grin can go a long way if your eyes are convincing enough. After only a couple weeks, people stopped asking me how I was doing, under the false idea that I was over the relationship long before he fully succumbed to the dark side.

« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »

My intricately crafted lakes of each and every emotion and memory I have ever experienced; some more inaccessible than others, buried deep amongst the sand thousands of metres down. The memories of Tom are near the surface, however, since they are fresh wounds carved into my brain. I don't need to hold my breath to relive those events and feelings, they are right at my fingertips.

« Don't you dare think that here you can hide »

Young, calm, charming Tom. He still lives in my mind. I have to submerge a little in order to find him, but he is there nonetheless, acting like nothing bad ever happened. Every day, charming Tom sinks deeper, though, as he is fading in my mind. Was that version of him even real? Even I don't know anymore.

« We all started to stray, nothing lasts anyway »

I lost him- the original him- a very long time ago, when he began drifting towards more and more sinister views and methods, and thus straying away from me. Not only me, but also his friends: if he ever considered us his friends. I can't remember when it was that we all collectively accepted that Tom was too far gone.

« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »

These lakes are simultaneously my grasp on reality and the reason I'm losing touch. There is something so human about them, yet something so dangerous and consuming. I can't get out of the lakes (not that I've tried very hard) as I can feel the tugs underwater, beckoning me to venture further into my memories.

« And now you've faded with no traces »

Sometimes I feel like I'm forgetting who Tom was, and even is. Everything that happened between us was so incredibly surreal I question its authenticity every day. Nobody mentions him by that name anymore, it's like he never existed in the realms of our minds. Well, at least not mine. He moves around in the water like it's his second home, in many different versions of himself at once.

« So, who could ever tell? »

I struggle to tell the differences between the versions sometimes. They're all submerging into one gloomy memory.

« What you've taken's been misplaced »

Tom is only ever mentioned anymore by his new sinister name, or by the name that cowards created for him. His alias of Lord Voldemort holds an unreasonable amount of power; no wonder he went insane when he decided upon it. So much so that those afraid of him refer to him as either You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

« But your name doesn't ring any bells »

Who was Tom, really?

« Since the day that they took you to hell »

Whoever he was, he now surrounds himself with only evil. He has many followers, called death eaters, but no real friends. Not that he deserves any.

« I'm just swimming in lakes in my mind »

I can hear the echoes of my friends calling me back to reality, but I push my head under the water to muffle the sound further. It isn't safe out there, but it's safe in here, with everything I've ever known and no surprises. Reality could hold a million new blows to the gut that could completely break down my already fragile state.

« Too afraid to get out and deny »

Tom was my rock for so long. I never would have imagined that he would no longer be by my side; I thought it was a for-life thing.

« And my coy little smile will defend me awhile »

My limbs are numb as the coldness of the lake consumes my shivering body, and I wish for my brain to go numb as well. It's all become too much for me to take, so I just don't want to feel.

« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »

The hooded form of Tom conjures beside me, his arms wrapping around my figure and pulling me to the surface. I stare at him absently as he removes his hood, sighing when I see the evil grin that belongs to the Dark Lord - not my Tom.

« And now you've faded with no traces »

Where is my Tom?

« So, who could ever tell? »

No one can explain to me what happened to him in more detail than "his desire consumed him". What does that even mean?

« What you've taken's been misplaced »

He took my heart, and now I can't find it.

« But your name doesn't ring any bells »

Tom. Tom. Tom. His name has been said so many times in my mind it's become meaningless. But at the same time, it's the word that holds more meaning to me than any other.

« Since the day that they took you to hell »

"How have you been, sweetheart?" the eery memory of Voldemort speaks, "How come you haven't been to any meetings?"

« What's it like there in hell? »

"You know what you did," I reply shakily, "You betrayed me and everyone who loved you."

"I didn't betray anyone."

I scoffed, "What's it like being hell itself?"

« Glad they left you in hell »

"Lonely. I miss you."

"No you don't," I seethe, "I'm glad I left you."

« Stay right down there in hell »

"You don't mean that, darling."

"Yes I do. Stay away from me."

"I can't do that. I'm your conjuration, your memory, a part of you."

His lips curved into a smirk.

"I'll be with you in here until you die."

"Why?" The cracking of my voice remained evident.

"Because I'm a ghost of every version of Tom Riddle you've ever known, and my duty is to haunt you."

« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »

"This is my mind, and I don't want you here."

"Why don't you leave? Go back to your friends out there, re-become the Y/N you always were."

"You destroyed them."

"Maybe so, but you're the one choosing not to rebuild."

"It's not fucking easy, Tom."

He let out a laugh, "I have to go now, darling, but don't forget me- it's not like you can."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, and one more thing," he spoke as he began to fade.

"What?"

"Don't you dare think that here you can hide."

« Don't you dare think that here you can hide »

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written; 04/10/2021 —> 18/06/2022 published; 18/06/2022 edited; —/—/——

[encephalitis-on-sundays]

Avatar The way of War

Fanfiction Chapter 5

A lot of characters including a few ocs through out the entire story, yet it's mostly Spider. Or we'll the future chapters are gonna stay focused on him more. Anyways this one was difficult cause I have a friend writing an ocs part and she can't format to save her life and im too lazy or tired to edit every word she writes. In regards to that I am sorry if at certain parts with her it is difficult to understand. I'm sorry but hey, that's how she goes. ))

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The way their bodies flowed in perfect unison was enough to give the bravest a cold chill. Warr ak stills the moment she thanks him, and he is ever frozen when she places her hand on his face gently. He reaches up to feel where a hat would be and laughs, "That it would" He replied before stepping out of the bungalow after she had.

Curious eyes stay gazing at the pair as he showed her past the clan and to where Ajake had been waiting for them. Sadly there wasn't much time to explore the island, at least not until things were settled and cooled down.

"Right on time" Ajake spoke up as he tightened his comm on his beaded necklace. "Go quickly and stay low" He commanded before making the bond and jumping onto his living vehicle.

Warr ak approached the banshee casually and with no fear, he ushers for Alice to join him.

"They can be gentle creatures if you don't do them harm" He explained softly before hopping up onto the creature, his can't reaching down to collect hers and pull her up to sit in front of him.

"see, kinda fun right?" He says as they take off after Ajake, on their journey back to the forest, back to family.

"It's a days ride" He added, giving her an estimated time of arrival, and hoping she did not mind the long ride, or the short distance between them.

She watches him link to it with a newfound fascination. A bit in shock, she takes his offered hand and finds herself astride the fearsome ride. They have never been closer but her fear is threatening to consume her and she barely notices. She presses back against him with a squeel as they begin to rise before she can mentally prepare for the ascent. The height dizzying, she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to just melt backwards into him, 'Fun?...He is mad' but she remains silent just bracing her palms against the flying beast. The unwelcome air hits her face and she mentally dies as she learns she has 24 hours of this torture.

Warr ak chuckles to himself knowing the first time riding one is the most grueling. His hands holding tight to the creatures natural reigns, and he follows Ajake lower until they are almost skimming the calm waters below.

" Remember Alladin? " He inquired, nearly about to bust out in song for her if it would help.

"I always think of this as me riding my very own magic carpet. I used to be obsessed with it when I was younger, when I was human. " he spoke happily and reminisced in his childhood as the moment faded on.

"It helped me" He adds, leaning forward to give her a sincere filled smile that shone within the nights sky like diamonds.

After awhile of them traveling in silence the water had vanished and they were familiar with the rugged terrain they were flying over.

"Beautiful isn't it? Kinda like a fairy tale right?" he says playfully as the wind picks up slightly and bundles them close. Within no time the light of day is gracing their faces with warmth.

"We are nearly there!" He called, knowing they were still off a bit, but hoping to ease her worries.

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The next time they went out flying was early evening of the next day, and Spider had been following Quaritch around learning of the newer technologies aboard all morning through afternoon. Shadowing the man wasn't as mundane as one would think, there was still some good in the other.

Now in the sky it was quiet with only the animals calling around them from the forest floors, Spider huffed out some air as he reminds himself of his past home.

"You alright kid?" Quaritch asks the boy crouched on the banshee to his front.

Spider jumped at the sound of the others voice ricocheting from ear to ear, and he turned his head back to look at him. "Yeah" He responds and shakes his head slightly at the others concern pouting as he returned to face away from this man. Quite awhile would pass before his ears overheard the Colonels Comms going off in his ear, that never happened, he turned back to give a look of puzzlement.

"Change of plans, kid. We got movement in the sky, Na'vi.." He announced with a toothy grin, obviously excited about who it could be.

Spider stay silent in thoughts of a risky escape knowing it might be his last chance before he is sent to Earth. Soon enough the Colonel narrowed in on two banshees in the near distance, and the kid already could tell who the riders were.

" Yip!" He called out loudly to gain the attention of the others, and snapping his head to the side to look at Quaritch when he was pushed down.

"Quiet kid! I'll unleash a buttload of ass whoopin if you give away our position." He warned his son before forcing the creature to go faster.

Ajake heard the others faint call and his head snapped back to take in the scene, sighing in relief to see Spider. His stomach churned as the banshee flew close enough for the man to make out whom be the second body in the air.

"How?!" He growled in disbelief, "Warr ak! Eyes on Spider, to your east" He called behind him to the two also noticing the other banshee grow close.

Warr ak cursed under his breath now realizing they were in danger and with little to no weaponry or defenses to get them out.

"It's just one dude, how hard could it be?" He states reassuring them both as he tugs on the reigns and nose dives.

This is the moment Spider had been awaiting, and he made a mental note not to fuck it up.

"I owe you a life, but I'm done!" He tells the colonel before allowing his body to roll underneath now dangling by the creatures neck.

"Miles!" Quaritch yelled in utter shock at the boys next move. He immediately reached forward to grab the kids forearm and tried to pull him up.

"Bro!?" Spider calls out down below them where Warr ak was leveling up their banshee just underneath theirs.

"Go bro!" Warr ak replied as Ajake came flying past them and shooting a few rounds at Quaritch.

This frightened the animal and caused the banshee to jerk back making Spider lose his grip. He gave out a loud yell as he free fell almost 20 feet before grabbing ahold of the banshees tail and pulling himself up with what strength left he had.

"That was sick, bro" He gasped lightly with a relieved smile at the other.

He suddenly got a wave of un-surety and against his greater judgement turned to look back at Quaritch. He breathed yet another sigh of great relief seeing the Colonel un hit by the shots firing out at him.

"Is he in sights? Is Eagle out of combat?" Warr ak asked, holding it together as he flew as steadily as he could like so.

Spider focused on what scenes were unfolding behind them with wide eyes forced that way from pure adrenaline. He sees Ajake now swiftly catching up to them as Quaritch falls back, most likely retreating after such a loss.

"I see him!" He calls happily before hearing Ajake whistle low and they knew to seek cover under the canopy.

Once on the ground the group took a moment to take it all in and find shelter for the evening.

"Spider" Ajake fetched the boy and put a hand on each shoulder firmly. "I am happy to have you back, but I need you to tell me how Quaritch is still alive... Do you know?" The man interrogated, happy of course of their successful outcome, but solemn and on edge with it as well.

Spider instantly looked to his side as he could no longer meet the others desperate gaze, and he swallowed hard before the silence grew to be too much and he caved.

"It was me" He breathed low and finally looked back to Ajake with a deep settling frown.

"I couldn't let him die- he saved me first!" He found himself defensive and growing in volume.

"Sorry, Sir" Came Spiders next words as his body sunk forward in guilt and conflicting morals.

Ajake stood completely horrified in the admission the young kid had given him, even after Netayem has died,

"You bring back the man responsible for my sons death!?" He growled loudly but soon masked the anger and bewilderment locked inside.

"I don't know what to say." The man admitted, raising a hand to his brow for a second of peace.

"Thin ice" He warned before nodding for him to leave him be and give him space.

"Go, dismissed-" he ushered when the boy just stood in defeat. He watched him walk off to join the others, his steps seemingly forced and tight facial expression showed how much reuniting came with hurt beyond this world.

[ghostdrafts]

Hi Ghost!

How would Jason Todd (Titans) react to his best friend writing fanfiction?

AH, okay. First of all, thank you for this. Easily one of the funnest things I’ve written in awhile (but I always have fun with your requests, let’s be real) and my askbox is currently empty, so you are doing a civic duty by asking!

That face. That face right there is the exact expression he’s going to make after he asks what you’re writing about when you start to explain what it is you’re doing.

I feel like he’d probably alternate between a couple of different reactions, but every single one is going to end with him (affectionately) teasing you.

But don’t let him lie, he actually thinks it’s pretty neat and if you happen to get a kudos left on ao3 at two in the morning from a user by thebestrobin it totally wasn’t him, alright? Yes, it was.

And as a fun little bonus, I’m really high on the idea of any canonverse fandom. Tim Drake is proof and I will die on that hill.

So, if anything you write pertains to him or the Titans in some way, he’s simultaneously going to double down on his teasing and get really invested.

I wouldn’t say that, you’re making me sound like a dumbass!

Jason. Honey, sweetie, baby. You kind of are.

Offense taken.

Not really.

He will sit quietly with you while you’re writing, whether throwing around headcanon ideas or working on a new chapter. At some point, his attention will shift from whatever he’s doing to read over your shoulder.

He will ask a lot of questions. Like, so many questions. And at a certain point it’s less that he doesn’t understand and more about him wanting to see into the world of your writing from your own perspective.

He’ll occasionally throw his own ideas out there! If you’re out and you see something that sparks his imagination, he’ll turn to you and say something like hey, imagine x character with so-and-so

It gets added to the next chapter and he gets so giddy when he sees that an outsiders idea has been accepted into your writing! He’s all smiles, feeling very proud of himself for it.

He’ll be your beta reader! He doesn’t know what a beta is, but he’ll ask to see your rough drafts before it’s posted and Jason being Jason, doesn’t stop himself from correcting any spelling errors. It happens to the best of us.

All your titles come from him. He’ll read it, before volunteering random song lyrics to go by.

He makes an effort to learn more about whatever fandoms you write about. He’ll take the time to watch movies, tv shows, whatever it is, and make a lot of mental notes to keep up with you when you spiral into a hyper-manic, fanfic writer tangent.

He loves hearing all of it. And if you’re the kind of person that prefers physically writing something down to get the creative juices flowing before actually typing it into your next masterpiece of work, he’ll randomly buy you journals and so many pens you end up with a whole collection of them.

Little references from your fics get plucked out as inside jokes between the two of you. Whether it’s a phrase or an action, character behavior. It gets brought up between the two of you constantly.

And Dick is confused every single time he hears it.

Kory asks if that’s just a human thing, because it doesn’t make any sense??

Dick tells her it’s not a human thing, it’s the side effect of sharing one brain cell.

Which makes it funnier for Jason to incorporate more references that only the two of you understand into totally normal conversations.

He’s a total sucker for seasonal prompts. He doesn’t know what it is, but he never had a proper Christmas and Halloween is a nightmare when you’re a little kid, all alone on the streets of Crime Alley, so when the holidays roll around and you start writing fluffy pieces about carving pumpkins and baking cookies, rainy days curled up by the fire, he adores it.

You’d find him, burrowed under his blankets, head barely poking out in a mess of curly hair, scrolling through his phone. He wouldn’t tell you what he’s doing, but it becomes clear when he rolls over after several minutes and asks you to post a part two.

All in all, Jason is a menace, but he’s the most supportive best friend anyone can ask for and very easily converted into the worlds biggest fanboy for your writing exclusively. He actively reads your works, but doesn’t really stray to other fanfics, because it’s just not the same.

[tubefed]

Consider this ask license to talk about any topic you feel like you don't normally have an opportunity to talk about otherwise if you's like- also, I've always got music on the brain so I have to ask, stuck on any songs lately? :) (and wanted to say the collection you mentioned in the tags on that other post sounds awesome, I've got a shelf or two of game collectibles but nothing too ambitious really) Hope you have a good week!

oh thats very kind of you,,! sorry ive just been overwhelmed trying to rush some things for uni + im leaving soon for a very busy month long trip + got news im moving overseas (again!) and its. a lot to take in haha

as for music the other day i had newtons gravitätlichkeit by en on loop for like 2 hours. its not something i would typically like by them i prefer the earlier stuff but? its such a goofy sounding song its like something you would play for your court jester to dance to im obsessed with it... so silly

and ty i love collecting shit! i have so much stuff but none of it is organized except my music corner. i didnt mention the specifics in the tags of that one post but i have a lot of splatoon knick knacks especially. i have the official guide book for splat2 (its in japanese) and haikara walker. i also have uhh a shirt, a couple amiibos, like 4 plushies?, a wallet, slippers, and the big watergun replicas of both the splattershot and splat charger! i also have a lot for misc idol and gacha games because i used to be big into those but i overcame my mobile game gambling addiction. other than that i hoard plenty of vinyl and cds and art supplies, i have like 4 drawing tablets right now i think...? but maybe you could justify that bc i have an art related job (i teach kids and teens digital art... if my work feels like ever scheduling me that is)

I COULD KEEP GOING ON ABOUT MY COLLECTIONS BUT ID BE HERE FOR AWHILE I OWN SO MUCH SHIT.. much to talk about.

and i hope you have a good week too :)