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cywscross · 3 years

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As the person who technically finally got me into trash of the counts family via the promise of your wonderful fics. Do you happen to have any fic recs for the series please? I always know I can rely on your impeccable taste! Thanks for getting me into this fun series! Scum villian and ORV are next!

Lol the TCF rabbit hole is a fun place to be. Yes I do have recs for it, I'll toss up some of my favs.

Say It, Finally by Mango_to_sleep

“I’m a transmigrator.” Cale leaned against a wall of the room, as if he had commented on the weather and not dimensional soul-warping. Rosalyn, Eruhaben, Ron, and Beacrox all stood, stiffly facing Cale. The room was silent. “What… exactly do you mean?”

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(i want) you and your beautiful soul by rurinas

One morning, Alberu Crossman wakes up and looks at his soulmark. This is unusual only in the fact that he hadn't had one before.

That same morning, Kim Rok Soo wakes up in the novel he'd been reading with a new body and a name written on his wrist.

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the proposal by rurinas

He hadn't exactly meant to propose, but—well, all's well that ends well.

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by the light of the moon by rurinas

Kim Rok Soo doesn’t expect to be disowned within a few minutes of waking up in a new body.

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sleep by rurinas

“Oh,” Cale breathes—a sound soft and quiet, as though he hadn’t meant to let it out. “You’re awake.”

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Perspective by SudeniShindeIru

There is something the reformed young master Cale is desperately trying to find. No one knows what it is, but it seems that he will never be happy unless he finds it.

Or Kim Rok Soo transmigrates into Cale before Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk dies. This changes many things and Kim Rok Soo is not happy.

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making our meetings count by SudeniShindeIru

I'm counting on you that we'd meet again.

Or: Ever since he was little, Kim Rok Soo has been able to see a number on people's heads. It is the number of the number of times they will ever meet again.

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Besides the Sun by SudeniShindeIru

Tasha asks Cale if he calls Alberu with any compliment referring to his Dark Elf side rather than his sunny persona. She chokes with laughter at the result.

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stop worrying (he has a plan) by thursdays

It's the zombie apocalypse.

Stuck in a foreign nation during his study-abroad, the ever-pragmatic Park Jin Tae joins a group of survivors led by Cale Henituse, who is infuriatingly, irrationally optimistic. And yet, Jin Tae, like everyone else, is pulled in by his charisma.

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in accordance by pheenick

On March 30th, Cale Henituse dies after being beaten to death by a black swordsman.

And then he wakes up.

Or, the one where Cale is a Regressor.

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Heaven's Map by natanije

A world where Kim Rok Soo, instead of transmigrating into Cale Henituse, is born as Ron Molan's second son, Vicross Molan.

This is that world, and the many instances that may happen in that world.

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criminal endeavors of the roan kingdom's silver shield hero and crown prince by auroracode, TheSilverHunt3r

The story of two sworn brothers, Alberu Crossman and Cale Henituse—the Crown Prince and the Hero of the Roan Kingdom. It perhaps involved more illegal acts than it should. Assassin!Cale.

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except I'll need his strength until the day that I die by I_Would_Sleep_Forever

Until a firm grip on his wrist stops him. Cale looks up in alarm, wondering who could have gotten through Choi Han and Raon.

And there, standing with a vicious gaze in his eyes, was Ron.

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KING by natanije

After all, just now, Cale Henituse said so himself.

That he has to become King.

"Hyung-nim, you are fated to be here."

He laughs, and kisses Cale.

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In an Instant by Messy_haired_bum (best reaction fic)

Characters from both canon and the tboah! world are summoned to a wide, lavish room. They are asked (forced) to read about one Cale Henituse.

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one last time by Yunra

In which, the God of Death sends errand boy, Cale Henituse to fix things in a parallel world. Cale's slacker life was once again tossed out into the trash because of one Almighty God of Death.

'This is the last time I'll be asking you for a favor, Cale Henituse.' - God of Death 'It's also time for me to consider to kill a god, so I can become a true slacker.' - Cale Henituse

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Hair ties and clips by Amethystrider

On is having hair problems. Cale is awesome. Eruhaben and Rosalyn wants in.

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familia ante omnia by shadowlancer_95

“Cale-nim!”

The warning shout sliced through the explosions and screams of the mages trying to flee from the whirlwind of fire, reaching the ears of the red-haired man hovering in the air while chaos whirled at his fingertips. He’d heard variations of such a warning shout before, but the sheer desperation and urgency in Choi Han’s voice this time sent chills down his spine.

Or,

Things go differently in the fight against Dorph and Sayeru.

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Damn it, not at that moment! by Lazy_kale

When Kim Rok Soo fell asleep reading a novel, the next day he expected to see his room, have a quiet breakfast and go to work. But definitely not to meet an angry guy and get a punch in the jaw! Damn it!

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wish upon a star by SudeniShindeIru

Alberu sometimes wishes that he had never used his ancient power on Taylor's legs.

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Again, but nothing is the same by Yuabel

The god of despair laments the loss of his toy and Cale's despair will be his compensation.

Cale is sent to other version of the birth of a hero where nothing will be the same as the first time, however, Cale decides to ensure that the sealed god does not get what he wants, but it will not be easy, even for him.

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Headlights of a Truck by Merkblatt

What if Cale Henituse was a bit younger, when Kim Rok Soo crossed worlds?

Kim Rok Soo didn't know how he ended up in what appeared to be the prequel of "The Birth of a Hero" but he choose to make the best out of it.

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The First Son of the Count's Family by SudeniShindeIru

One day, as he is cleaning Lee Soo Hyuk's and Choi Jung Soo's grave, Kim Rok Soo appears in another world in which he gets pulled into a long war between the powerful ancient White Star and an alliance of ancient power users.

But this is not that story.

This is the story of Cale Henituse, the first son of the count's family, who finds friendship and comfort, love and affection, the meaning of hope, family, and life one ancient power at a time.

This is the story of the original Cale Henituse, ancient power Kim Rok Soo, and the whole collection of ancient powers finding family.

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Regressed? Goodbye my slacker life by JazzKatt

The war was over, and the Roan kingdom was celebrating it's end as well as the coronation of their new king, everything was going good, until it went all the way down, as people started to fall unconscious.

Cale woke up in his bedroom at the henituse mansion, everything the same, except for the fact that he was supposed to be at the capital, it was too silent for someone that had three kids that liked to roam around, and the fact he was now a child.

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love is what you make of it by rurinas

Love isn't always romantic.

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Ancient Powers Hijack Cale's Body by natanije

“Hey, I have a thought…”

“Since we can help Cale channel our powers and we can talk to him… Do you think it’s possible for us to take over his body?”

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market day by thursdays

A day in the life of Farmer Cale as he sells his wares at Rain City’s marketplace, featuring Cale:

Foisting off all the work to Choi Han and Beacrox

Buying out entire stands because he can

Secretly doing good deeds while continuing to deny that he’s a good person, because Cale will always be Cale.

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tell me (can we stay together) by neondragons

“On the chance that I do oppose His Majesty’s intent to marry our young master,” says Ron, eyes trained on Alberu like a snake poised to attack its prey. “What would you have done, Your Majesty?”

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everybody talks by SunsetRedCale

News of Cale Henituse's wedding spreads all over the continent and beyond. Everyone loses their shit.

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Hello Author, NPC Cale is Suffering by SudeniShindeIru

Instead of Birth of a Hero, Cale gets isekai-ed into a video game. Quite literally because he keeps meeting trainers again and again. At least the video game was pretty well-developed so that he could blend in with the game AIs and not be deleted right?

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The Stars of the Roan Kingdom by Starrie_Wolf

“We should officialise your status,” Alberu says.

In hindsight, he should probably have checked if Cale understood the meaning of 'officialise'.

#trash of the count's family #tcf #tcf fanfic rec #message

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seriouslysam8 · 3 years

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Hello, Sam!

I have just started reading your series Moments in Time that I saw Breanie recommended and I must say, it is absolutely wonderful so far!

Croup: This was not at all what I expected! I stumbled across this universe recommended on Breanie’s tumblr and thought I better start in order. PUH-Tunia really is a bitch! You can just see the abuse already inflicted on him and he’s only three! The mental anguish of a three year old being told he can’t have nice things because he breaks them can’t have been good for poor Harry! No wonder’s so unsure of everything later on. Yelling at him because he’s sick like it’s his fault! Im surprised she even gave him medicine! Wanting him to sleep outside in the “frigid air” and only deciding not to because the neighbours might see really says a lot about her personality. Ive never read anything from Petunia’s point of view before but well done. I hate her even more than before. I look forward to following this new adventure that is your moments in time universe. Great read!

The Boggart of Grimmauld Place: This was just so heartwarming! Harry getting to spend even a little time with Remus and Sirius at Grimmauld Place was what was missing from canon. Memories of his grandparents, learning about them. It was just lovely! When Harry is ashamed of wanting Sirius to embrace him a little longer my heart ached for that poor boy who never got to feel real hugs and affection. He thinks he should be ashamed for wanting to feel it and he shouldnt! I blame for petunia for that. I meant to say that in Croup how she touched his forehead to check for a fever and he flinched like he’d been expecting her to hit him. Poor poor little Harry. I love how you play on the connection here between Harry and Sirius and even parallel it to the Potters and Weasleys. Harry being surprised that he would be in Sirius’ will at all. Harry just being surprised that people care about him. Makes me want to just give him a hug! What abeautiful story! Thank you.

Hide and Seek: This was so fun! I love the thought of them all playing hide and seek in Grimmauld Place and everyone joining in! Remus and Tonks making out in the cupboard was the best! It was definitely my favourite part and Sirius just teasing them! Hermione thinking something happened between Harry and Ginny. I loved how Harry opened up a little to Ginny. You could see he was actually really comfortable with her in a way he’s not with people. Absently massaging her wrist, touching her. He was caught up in her without realizing he was caught up in her. Adorable! The second addition was wonderful! I love how Ginny just took control, loosening his tie, taking off his jumper… they are the superior couple! While I am a tad disappointed to not see them making out at the end, I loved this story. Thank you.

Seventeen: Wow! This was a story I didn’t know I needed. Harry and Ron lovingly admitting they’re brothers warms my soul. I love that touch of giving them matching watches! Was that canon? If not it should be. Mrs weasley feeling guilty over Sirius is so like her. She loves and cares for Harry as if he’s her own son and it’s wonderful to see. The last bit with Ginny was perfect! They definitely had to do more than the uninterrupted kiss and I love how Harry just basked in her. The end made me so sad! His heart breaking over missing her birthday, lost opportunities. Very beautifully done! These one-shots are amazing and I look forward to reading more of them. Thank you.

The Demise of Walburga Black: This was absolutely amazing! The image you crafted of them laughing like lunatics as they destroyed her portrait was awesome! What I like most so far about your writing is how you gently weave in Harry’s relationship with the Weasleys. I love the idea of George moving in with him and Ron, that Harry would offer his home to him like that. I love that Harry goes to Mr Weasley for renovation advice. I think its so hot that Harry would renovate the Muggle way (so sexy to see men in a tool belt and I’m going to assume he’s shirtless and sweaty). I love that it was Angelina’s idea and how you casually had Ron toss in that George and Angelina were already sleeping together. George not really being drunk, is that because he drank a lot to cope with Fred’s death? I think it is. Harry’s reaction to being caught by Mrs Weasley, how his guilt eases into pleasure that Mrs Weasley would call both himself and Ron George’s “younger brothers” and his glee in being lectured by her in a motherly fashion. And dont even get me started on the scene with Ginny! The way he gushed on his drunken ramblings about making a home with her and wanting to raise a family and her not wanting to get her hopes up because he’s so drunk! I laughed out loud when Harry said that drunk Harry wants to do dirtier things with her or something like that. Just wonderful all around! Where’s Teddy in this story? I know he lives with Andromeda in canon but I thought I read that you have Harry raising him. Ah well, maybe the next tale will answer that question! Thank you.

That’s all I’ve had time to read so far, but I just wanted to say thank you for writing such a rich and vast universe! I can definitely see why Breanie recommends you so much! I have a few questions if you don’t mind.

1) What made you decide to write a story about Harry’s early childhood from the point of view of Petunia instead of Harry?

2) Do you think Petunia and Vernon physically abused Harry when he was little? It’s fairly obvious he had psychological abuse, but do you think there was more?

3) Do you think Ron and Hermione knew Harry had never played childish games like hide and seek as a child? Do you think the others knew and that’s why they all agreed to join in?

4) When do you think Harry actually started to notice Ginny? Was it in his fifth year and he just didn’t realize or do you think it was later? There is the scene where she puts him in his place over the possession bit and of course when they get kicked out of the library together. What are your thoughts?

5) Was it canon that Ron and Harry have the watches of Mrs Weasley’s brothers?

6) Do you believe George could handle his alcohol better because of his age or were you insinuating he had become accustomed to the drink after losing Fred?

7) Where is Teddy when Harry lives at Grimmauld Place? From the summaries of your stories I got the impression Harry raised him. But I haven’t read any further so I may be wrong.

Sorry for so many questions, but I am curious. I look forward to reading more. Thank you for your time. You’re amazing and I love your work! Thank you.

I have been following your review journey and getting more and more excited the further you get into the universe!! I am going to try my damndest to answer all these asks you’ve sent today but I have an incredibly busy weekend, so it may take me a little bit to answer them all especially if you’re asking specific questions since I won’t have access to my computer a lot. So, I will answer all your asks, but give me the weekend because I want to give you the best and most detailed answers I can!

1.) Honestly, Croup and Brontide (I promise, no spoilers) are the reason I started this as a series. I mentioned Harry had croup a lot as a child in Brontide and then wanted to write a companion piece. I thought, what better way to demonstrate Harry’s childhood then telling a story through Petunia’s POv because she’s absolutely horrible. Plus, I didn’t think I could get into the mindset of any other POV for that story.

2.) I definitely think there was physical abuse as well. It’s indicated in the books (Harry knowing to dodge away from a frying pan or something). So, I do feel they did physically abuse him as well. He has a few scars to show from it.

3.) No, I don’t think they knew. Maybe some suspected it but not know. I think everyone was just sick of cleaning Grimmauld Place and wanted to do something fun. It didn’t matter it was a child’s game. They just wanted something to do.

4.) I think he started to like Ginny as a friend in fifth year. I think he started to notice her as someone more than just Ron’s little sister. I don’t even think he noticed how he felt comfortable around her in fifth year either. I like to think all the dots started to connect earlier than 6th year but Harry just didn’t know what it all meant. Then 6th year come and he’s like crap… I really her! But it was building, unknowingly, to Harry before then. Ginny had been slowly forming into her own person in Harry’s mind and he felt comfortable and liked what he saw. He just didn’t connect it romantically at that time.

5.) No, the watches isn’t canon. I wish it was though. Honestly, when I wrote it, I totally forgot they mentioned Ron getting a brand new watch in canon until months after I wrote the story.

6.) George was a bit of an alcoholic after the war. It’s mentioned more in-depth in Brontide. But he definitely held his alcohol better because he has been spiraling into alcohol abuse for months by that point.

7.) So, again it’s mentioned in Brontide, but Teddy lived with Andromeda for the first year of his life before Harry gained custody of him. Andromeda didn’t feel comfortable with Harry raising Teddy at first. Once she got to know him and see how much Harry cared for Teddy, she handed over custody to Harry so that Teddy could live a more normal life and have parents and siblings.

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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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can you write jangobi - they have to team up together to save their dumbass kids??? and maybe their weapons get switched around so obi ends up shooting people with jango's westars and jango ends up stabbign people with the glowy murderstick???

(such a cute concept!! more mandalorian weapons flirting, more obi being a chronic ‘saber-dropper, more boba absolutely whooping anakin’s ass at hand to hand — obi really needs to step up the training there. i put this in the jar’kai canon divergence (first part here) because this prompt had interesting parallels. you get a whopping 2,000 words!! still not over lightsabers being called “glowy murder sticks” fandom peaked like five years ago and also I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG i was going to write this on friday and then fiori and i got into it about dha kar’ta and i’m ruined. anyways have some competence kink.)

"We really must stop meeting like this."

Jango growls and slams a new charge into his blaster, like it will prevent him having to turn around and acknowledge his newest headache. "I don't need your help, Kenobi," he grits, as he dodges a piece of the falling ceiling and ducks behind the barricade block Kenobi is crouching against, hands as loose as the smile on his face.

“Oh, no, I’m sure you have it well under control.”

An explosion rocks the warehouse, clouds of duracrete dust whipped into their faces by the evening wind; Jango is thankful for his helmet’s respirator, but Kenobi doesn’t even seem bothered. They’re in the middle of karking nowhere in the industrial district of the planetoid Odos, where no one in their right mind is outside after midday for the wind storms, and Kenobi’s appearance confirms Jango’s suspicions that this mess is jetiise related osik.

“Where’s that foundling of yours?” Jango demands, popping up over the barricade to take a shot at the scaffolding where a human bounty hunter had managed to get the drop on him.

Kenobi hums and closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the barricade like the building isn’t currently threatening to come down on them. “I imagine he’s about where yours is. I’m sorry to say that it seems Boba has been caught up in my padawan’s first mission as a knight.”

Dropping back down next to him, Jango has to resist putting his westar-34 to Kenobi’s head. “That seems to be going well.”

“Yes, well, you know Anakin,” Kenobi says easily, smiling wider as he opens his eyes. He raises a brow at Jango’s blaster aimed suspiciously in his direction, but there is no fear in his expression, and Jango wishes he had the time to show him just why there should be. And then out of left field Kenobi asks, “You have two of those, yes?”

And Jango doesn’t know what the kriff to say to that. Are jetiise even allowed to use blasters?

He glances down and notices that Kenobi doesn’t have his jetii’kad on his belt or in his hand, not a visible weapon on him, and suddenly the hiding behind a barricade makes a lot more sense.

“Where’s your ‘kad, jare jetii?”

Kenobi sniffs in offense, tugging Jango to the side to avoid a blaster bolt fired from above. “Well, that’s hardly fair, I did have it, before your friends upstairs blew up the wall.” Jango just growls and takes out the ‘friend upstairs’, watching with satisfaction as they drop three stories to land in a heap on the duracrete.

Kenobi looks impressed, stirring something warm in Jango’s chest, like his stupid heart wants to do anything to keep that expression on his face. So of course Jango burns the thought and tells his heart to shut the kriff up.

“Only until I get Boba back,” his mouth says without his permission, yanking his second westar out of its holster and holding it out to Kenobi grip-first. He’d be concerned about the jetii using mind tricks on him if he didn’t still have his beskar helmet, but he’s tempted to still shoot him anyways.

Every year under Jaster’s tutelage screams at him as Kenobi takes the blaster, oh Force he hadn’t even let Sheeka touch his westars—

“Only until we get Boba back,” Kenobi agrees, a strange pinch between his brows as he looks down at the blaster for a long moment. Then he switches off the safety and it’s like nothing had ever crossed his face as he smiles cockily sideways at Jango. “Well, shall we?”

Jango comes to learn that Jedi aren’t forbidden from using blasters, but he sees why they shouldn’t.

Kenobi cleans the scaffolding of four Odos weapons dealers in a single burst, ducking in a fluid motion to dodge the counter attack before popping back up, firing Jango’s westar exactly as it’s meant to be: in ferocious volleys that would melt other blasters. And the implication that Kenobi has had experience with multiple kinds of blasters makes his throat go dry.

Crouching back down, Kenobi clicks out the charge pack and slips a new one in, that Jango hadn’t even seen him take from his belt. And then the jare karking Jedi jumps over the barricade and sprints for the humans knocking their way into the warehouse.

Jango finally gets his head out of his ass and says kriff it, following Kenobi over the barricade and kicking his jetpack into flight, covering the crazy Jedi from above. Not that Kenobi seems to need it, easily alternating between the westar and hand to hand, moving almost too fast for Jango to be sure he doesn’t accidentally shoot him.

An absolute hulk of a Weequay manages to clock Kenobi in the face, sending him skidding back a few feet before Jango can put a blaster bolt through his head. Kenobi wipes his face on his sleeve, smearing blood on the white of his armour, and it’s as if every Mandalorian that’s ever marched away* is screaming “this one!” in Jango’s brain; he nearly flies into a column and decides it’s safer to be on the ground until he can somehow get the image of an angry, bloody Kenobi out of his head.

No sooner are his boots on duracrete that a human yells and throws himself at Jango, and they must be smuggling spice as well as weapons if they think trying to use their fists against full beskar’gam is a good idea. The human goes down in three hits, just in time for Jango to see the Weequay get another lucky blow, shooting Kenobi’s shoulder to make him drop the blaster.

Jango!” Kenobi shouts, dodging the Weequay’s fist, and oh, they’re on a first name basis now?

But Jango tosses him his blaster like sharing weapons on the battlefield isn’t frowned upon for being too intimate, and watches Obi-Wan fire from his left hand with the same ease as his right, before Jango has his own Weequay to worry about.

It’s only when both he and Obi-Wan manage to push their assailants back enough that they all spill out into the freighter depot that Jango realises he now only has his vibroblade and flame thrower, the latter of which he can’t use without having to worry about Obi-Wan.

“Wait,” Jango says, kicking a human in the chest and sending them flying. “Where’s that commander of yours.”

“Ah,” Obi-Wan winces, somehow having the presence of mind to both shoot and look guilty. “I should technically not be helping my former padawan on his mission.”

Another dumbass father, then. Jango snorts, using his jetpack to hop across the depot and stop a human from running away, sticking them through the throat with his vibroblade. “Then why the kriff are you here?” he taunts, and then immediately almost gets shot, because Obi-Wan laughs and shouts,

“Boba called me!”

Jango curses every Kyr’tsad commando and Jedi he can remember the name of, because it’s their fault his life has played out in a sequence of events that has somehow landed him here, noticing Obi-Wan’s ‘kad on the ground and picking it up. It’s a little charred and could use a wash, but doesn’t appear to be broken.

He doesn’t have time to decide if he plans on hurling it back to Obi-Wan before a vibroblade is shoved in his face, barely missing scratching his visor, and Jango doesn’t think as he flips the jetii’kad on, relieving the human of their entire arm.

Oh, he likes this weapon.

The beskad is not Jango’s favourite weapon by a long shot, he’ll take distance weapons over up close and personal any day, but he can’t deny the effectiveness in such situations where he’s stupidly given and/or thrown his blasters to a kriffing Jedi. Fair’s fair, he supposes he gets to use Obi-Wan’s weapon until they find Boba, equal exchange and all that.

He’s just thankful there aren’t any other Mando’ade around to witness it.

When the ground is littered with bodies and every muscle in Jango’s body screams for rest, Obi-Wan is staring at him.

He still has the westar, held loosely enough that the Odus winds buffet it to match the hair that Obi-Wan had cut since their last meeting. He watches Jango with a complicated expression from several yards away, dried blood on his upper lip and Jango’s blaster in his hand, and those taab'echaaj'la Mando’ade* are yelling at him again,

Jango powers down the ‘kad and breaks them from their reverie, Obi-Wan blinking back to himself and offering Jango an unsure smile.

“Is it safe now?”

Jango startles at Boba’s voice and quickly searches for the source, only letting out his breath when he finds his boy peeking down from the hatch of the fighter closest to them. Obi-Wan’s foundling pops his head out of the same hatch, and Jango shouldn’t even be surprised anymore.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin says cheerfully, swinging down from the fighter to trot over to his former master, his new knight hair looking rather unfortunate all stuck up with blaster smoke like that.

Boba follows easily, not looking even a little bothered by the day’s events and comes to stand next to Jango while Obi-Wan frowns at Anakin’s fresh black eye.

“And what’s this?” he questions, reaching up to Anakin’s face before the foundling shrugs him off.

“‘Ran into Boba. He didn’t recognise me.”

“He was wearing a mask!” Boba protests, making an aborted gesture to the bodies of the weapons dealers and scowling. “He needs to learn more hand to hand combat.”

Obi-Wan laughs at that, then seems to realise he’s still holding the westar and abruptly stops. He clears his throat and quickly brushes the dirt from the blaster with his robe, then spins it around to face Jango grip-first. As if he hadn’t just cleaned Jango’s blaster in front of both their younglings.

Boba looks between them quickly, lips parted in surprise, and Jango really doesn’t know what to tell him. So he does the only thing he can think of and wipes the soot off Obi-Wan’s ‘kad with his cloak, closing the space between them to hold it out to him pommel-first.

Obi-Wan blinks, looking from his ‘kad to Jango’s face, and, well, that certainly answers the question of him being aware of weapons courting. Jango takes his westar back and holsters it, still holding the ‘saber expectantly as Anakin stares insead at Obi-Wan’s limp right arm.

“Master, are you bleeding?”

Something icy lodges in Jango’s throat, but doesn’t get the chance to repeat the question as Obi-Wan looks down at himself and promptly tips forward into Jango’s chest with a muttered,

“Oh, goodness.”

Anakin yelps and leaps forward to help Jango catch him, and Jango really wishes just about any other Jedi had saved him from the Bando Gora, because they wouldn’t give him heart attacks.

Mando’a: jetiise — Jedi pl., sing. jetii jetii’kad — lightsaber, lit. “jedi saber” jare — someone taking a life-threatening risk, not a compliment; similar to kamikaze but not a direct comparison. beskar’gam — Armour made of beskar, “Mandalorian Iron” that was actually probably a steel alloy. Kyr’tsad — Death Watch, lit. “Death Society” beskad — traditional curved Mandalorian saber Mando’ade — Mandalorian, lit. “Child of Mandalore”

*based on the Mando’a word for the dead/deceased “taab'echaaj'la”, or “marched far away”, best explained in the Mando’a tribute to dead comrades, “not gone, merely marching far away”. the idea of Mandalorian ancestors gets sketchy when lineages aren’t like. a thing. but yeah, every Mando that’s walked the path is telling Jango to climb Obi like a tree.

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starryevermore · 3 years

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long story short: the try outs (7) ✧ sam and colby

long story short ✧ a parallel universe snc au | ao3

disclaimer: i do not own any aspect of the karate kid universe. does not *totally* follow the karate kid canon (i’ve taken a few creative liberties).

summary: the trio makes sure daniel gets his ass kicked.

word count: 1,320

warning(s): a lil bit of fighting

If there was one thing Arden Gaumont was good at, it was meddling. That’s what was going to make her a good agent—no, a great agent. It was in her DNA. There was little else she was good at. She knew how to manipulate a situation, to get people to do what she wanted them to do. She knew how to lie through her teeth, how to say just the right thing to guarantee she got the results she wanted. A powerful tool, that could be used for terrible things. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she had a conscience, and felt guilt, and wanted to see good in the universes. So, she used her gift for the betterment of each universe.

And, when she saw Colby and Daniel walking out onto the soccer field, she knew what she had to do. She knew what she had to say, she knew what direction things needed to go in. She knew what strings to pull. She knew what buttons to push. She knew what had to be done.

So, she bumped shoulders with Ali in the way she imagined girlfriends would do when their crush came into the room. She gave the blonde a sly wink and said, “Oooh, your boy toy’s here!”

And, almost perfectly, Ali’s face burned red. “He’s not my boy toy!”

“Not yet,” Arden grinned. “You should go say something to him.”

Ali looked over, hesitating when she saw Daniel talking to someone. “He’s in the middle of a conversation!”

Arden rolled her eyes. “He’s just talkin’ to my cousin. If Colby has anything to say about it, I’ll knock him out while you make your move.”

Ali laughed. “Well, if you promise you’ll do that, I just might.”

“I swear on my guinea pig’s grave that I’ll knock my cousin out on sight if he gives you shit,” Arden said.

“Well, if you’re swearing on your guinea pig’s grave,” Ali laughed.

Meanwhile, Colby and Daniel were standing off to the side, watching as the other guys on the field were practicing. A group of guys that Colby recognized as being from the beach on that stupid fucking night ran past and Daniel greeted them with a hearty, “Hey guys, Freddy! How you doin’?”

“Hey, the karate kid!” Freddy laughed. “Let’s see the moves!”

One of the other boys said, “He knows how to get his butt kicked.”

“I already know that move,” Freddy laughed.

Another boy said, “Let’s get out of here.”

Daniel huffed and turned to say something to Colby, but he was interrupted as Ali reached them, tossing a ball at Daniel as she said, “Hey, think fast!”

Colby shuffled awkwardly on his feet, wondering what he should be doing. He still had no clue what the correct course of events was supposed to be for this universe. Was this on track? Should he say something to Daniel or Ali? Should he be trying to wingman? Christ, he really needed to figure out what the fuck was supposed to be happening.

Daniel easily caught the ball and smiled a little as he said softly, “Hi. Hi, how are you doing?”

Ali stepped closer to Daniel, wincing at she looked at the bruise around his eyes. “Your eye.”

Daniel waved it off. “Oh, don’t worry. It looks worse than it feels. Believe me.”

“Yeah, I hope so.” Ali paused. “Uh, listen. I never got a chance to thank you.” She looked over to Colby and added, “Both of you.”

Daniel shrugged, starting to juggle the soccer ball. “That was nothing. I'm just sorry about your radio.”

"I'm more sorry about your eye. You should've just given it to him.”

Daniel paused, looking up at Ali. “Why? It wasn’t his, right?”

Ali stopped for a second, thinking, before starting to smile again. “Yeah, it wasn’t his.”

“You see that? We think alike already.”

“You know what else we do alike?” Ali grabbed the soccer ball from Daniel and started to juggle it.

Daniel caught the ball when it started to bounce away. “Hey! You’ve been practicing!”

Ali looked over to Colby and said, “Hey. Thank you, too, for what you did on the beach. You didn’t have to do that?”

Colby wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say, so he went down the route of hyping Daniel up. Was this a good decision? Only time would tell—or how quickly Arden would run over there to set things right. “Are you kidding? Like he said, it was your radio. It was the right thing to do. Only reason I stepped in was ‘cause I knew Daniel wouldn’t get there in time.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I had to play substitute hero until the real one arrived.”

Ali grinned, looking back over Daniel. “So you’re the real hero then?”

Daniel’s face burned red. “Well, I guess.”

But before Ali could say anymore, the cheerleaders were called over to a different part of the field. So, with a smile still on her face, she said, “Oh, I’ve got to go.”

“I’ll see you,” Daniel said.

“Okay, bye,” Ali said, walking off.

“Buh-bye.” As she ran off, Daniel called after her, “Hey, you got a name?”

She turned and shouted, “Ali, with an ‘i’! Hey, what’s your name?”

“Daniel…with an ‘l’!”

“My name’s Colby, if it matters,” Colby threw in.

“I'll see you later!” Ali said.

“Definitely.” When Ali was totally out of earshot, Daniel nudged Colby with his elbow. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

Colby smirked. “Gotta help you get the girl, brother.”

Daniel laughed, blissfully unaware of the tragedy that was about to befall.

For, behind them, Sam was pointing Daniel out to Bobby, Jimmy, and Tommy. Across the field, Johnny, too, had noticed his soon-to-be enemy for the next thirty years. He locked eyes with Bobby, making a slicing motion across his neck and the boys huddled together as Johnny leaned over to Dutch, all of them devising the plan. As guilty as Sam felt about it, he knew it had to be done. At the very least, Colby wasn’t going to be the one getting hurt in this altercation. And, while it wasn’t much, it did momentarily ease his guilty conscience.

Tryouts began, and Daniel quickly got hold of the ball. Colby, who was clueless about what he was supposed to be doing in general, but more specifically with this sport, fell into the back of the crowd chasing the ball. He barely registered one of the Cobras shouting “get him, Bobby!” or Bobby slide-tackling Daniel.

“Have a nice trip?” Bobby snickered as he shot back up on his feet.

Daniel reacted without hesitation, tackling Bobby to the ground and punching him. Someone said to the coach, “Hey coach! Look what he's doing to Bobby!’

The coach blew his whistle and he easily pulled Daniel off of Bobby and pushed him into the crowd of boys. The coach shouted, “Out!”

Bobby lunged at Daniel, but was caught by another boy, and he sneered, “Nobody hits me! I’m going to kill him!”

Tommy held Daniel back as the fight nearly resumed when Bobby broke free from the boy holding him back. The coach pushed them apart again and shouted, “None of that on this team!”

“He hooked me!” Daniel shouted back.

“I said out of here!” The coach turned to everyone else as Daniel back off, and said, “What are you looking at? Back to it! Let’s go!”

Daniel turned for a moment. “This school sucks, man!

“I said out of here!”

“It sucks!”

And as Daniel stormed off the field, Colby stood next to Sam for a moment, slyly giving him a high five that no one else noticed. And, across the field, Arden gave an approving nod. Perhaps this wouldn’t be that hard, after all, Colby thought.

But little did he know just how difficult things would soon become.

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notes-from-sarah · 4 years

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Reflections of the Sun and Moon

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Rating: G/K

Summary: “In the firelord’s house approval was a zero sum game.”

When hunting for food with Sokka, Katara and their father, Zuko comes to realize that their families, while similar in many ways, are nothing alike. There’s only one person who has really ever treated Zuko like family, and the biggest regret of his life was driving that person away. Set after “The Boiling Rock” episodes. One-shot. Canon compliant.

“You mean you didn’t bring any food?” Toph said accusingly.

“Well-” Sokka began.

Toph’s stomach grumbled loudly. “This is still a problem,” she said, pointing at her gut. “You guys were supposed to fix it."

Zuko picked up his swords, “I’ll go get something, I think there’s a river not too far from here.”

“That’s more like it,” Toph said in an approving tone.

“It’ll go faster if we go as a group,” said Hokoda. “I’ll go with you. Katara, Sokka, do you want to come?”

“Of course!” said Katara as she jumped to her feet. “I’m the best fisher here anyway.”

“She really is,” Sokka chimed in, “she’s the big fish at fishing.”

Zuko glanced at him, Sokka had complimented his sister in front of their father for no reason. How weird, he thought.

*****

The little group set off towards the nearby river. Katara and Sokka were practically clinging to their father. Katara had looped her arm around his, and Sokka was talking a mile a minute, recounting all their adventures to this point, breathlessly jumping from one story to the next as Katara chipped in little comments. Zuko walked a few paces behind them, he could never remember hanging onto his father like that, even when he was very young. For that matter he couldn’t even imagine himself and Azula ever even sharing a second of their father’s attention. In the firelord’s house approval was a zero sum game.

They came to the river just as the sun was dipping below the skyline. “We have to work quickly,” said Katara.

“Let’s do the whirlpool,” said Sokka. “That’s always super fast.”

“We usually do it with Aang.” Katara looked Zuko up and down with a small frown, “I suppose you’ll have to do.”

“What’s this whirlpool?” Hakoda asked. “Can I help?”

“It’s a method of fishing I developed using beding,” Katara said as she waded into the stream. “Sokka and Zuko know how it goes, we’ll toss the fish to the shore and you can kill them.”

Sokka splashed into the water too. “Yeah, this will be over before you know it.”

The siblings looked expectantly at Zuko who was still standing on the shore. While he had seen Katara’s whirlpool before he’d never helped her with it. “Fine,” he sighed drawing one of his swords and sloshing into the riverbed. Standing opposite Sokka, about five feet apart, Zuko glanced at Hakoda who stood on the shore watching his daughter keenly.

“Ready boys?” Katara asked as she raised her hands. Zuko and Sokka nodded. Katara began to push the water, slowly at at first, then gaining speed the water began to swirl in a counterclockwise direction between the two boys. A moment or two passed as Katara span the water faster, her eyes closed in concentration. Zuko readied himself, this part took timing.

Fish began to collect in the whirlpool, at first just one or two would slip into the moving stream, but as Katara pushed and pulled the water to move faster more fish got caught in the current. Using his sword Sokka dipped the blade into the flowing water and expertly flicked it, catching a fish and sending it sailing through the air to land on the shore where Hakoda quickly grabbed it and finished it off.

Zuko tried to follow Sokka's lead, but he was not much better at fishing than he had been when he and Iroh had deserted the Fire nation after the battle of the North Pole. Zuko dipped his sword in the water and splashed wildly in an effort to dislodge a fish from the whirlpool.

"Get out of the water you, you, fish!" Zuko splashed more violently and actually managed to clip a fish with the flat of his blade tossing it out of the water and into the air. Gracefully the fish arced through the sky, it’s scales shimmering in the twilight as it flopped back and forth before landing with a loud SMACK on Sokka's head and then bouncing off and falling back into the river with a splash.

Sokka glared at Zuko as the sound of laughter from Katara and Hakoda filled the air. He jabbed a finger toward the shore. "The fish go that way."

"Sorry," Zuko said sheepishly. Glancing at how Sokka was holding his sword, Zuko copied him making sure to hold his blade more parallel to the shore. He began batting at the fish once more, and while not as fast as Sokka, he did manage to toss a fair number of fish out of the river.

“That’s more like it,” said Sokka as he swung his own sword rhythmically. “Nice and easy does it.”

“You three are doing a great job,” Hakoda said approvingly. “Katara, did you come up with this all by yourself?”

Katara beamed. “I did, we’ve done a lot of fishing since we left the South Pole so we needed a way to get a lot really quick.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Hakoda looked up from the fish he was cleaning. “This is such a great idea.”

Katara’s eyes didn’t leave the whirlpool, but Zuko could see her smile in the dim light. There was a time when he would have killed, maybe even literally, to hear praise like this from his father.

Katara began to slow the churning of the whirlpool. “Ready for the big finish?” She didn’t wait for an aswer. Jumping forward she pushed the whirlpool and the remaining fish in it into the air where she deposited them on the shore in a small wave. The water ran back into the stream leaving a dozen fish flopping on the wet bank.

The three teens slogged out of the river. "Now comes the stinky part." Sokka unsheathed his knife and began gutting the remaining fish. Katara joined him, her knife flashing as she worked quickly.

Hakoda glanced over at his son as he descaled his fish. “Hey, Sokka," he said, "how do fish always know how much they weigh?"

Katara rolled her eyes as Sokka pondered the question for a minute. "I don't know, Dad, how do they know?"

Hakoda held up a fish. "Because they have their own scales." Sokka and Hakoda burst out laughing.

Zuko stood to the side somewhat uselessly as the water tribe family finished cleaning the fish. He pondered the joke for a long moment. He honestly couldn’t remember his father ever telling him a joke

“Is that all of them?” asked Katara, looking around the shoreline. Sokka and Hakoda nodded, heaving the fish into bags. Shouldering a bag each, the small party set off back to the camp.

Zuko took the lead holding a small flame aloft in his palm to light the way. He strained to hear the conversation of the water tribe family, all the while having a realization of his own. It struck him that in a lot of ways Sokka and Katara’s family was similar to his. A leader father, older son and a prodigy younger sister. Missing mothers. A collision course with destiny because of the Avatar. A shiver ran down his spine. Of course, he thought, that’s where the similarities stop. Hakoda actually liked his children. Not something that could be said for the fire lord, probably for many generations.

“How do you plan on cooking these fish?” Hakoda asked, hefting his bag a little. “There’s a lot of them here.”

“Usually we roast them,” said Sokka. “Maybe stuff them with herbs if there are any available.”

“We have a lot,” Katara joined in. “I think we should dry as much as we can so we have plenty of food for the coming days.”

Hakoda patted his daughter’s shoulder approvingly. “That’s a really smart idea, I’m sure you’ll need it. You and your brother have become brilliant strategists. The both of you make me so proud.”

Zuko blinked hard for a moment, unexpectedly moved. Sokka and Katara, they were a team. They worked together. They didn't compete for their father's affection, they didn't have too. Hakoda loved them, both of them. He didn't demand greatness from them, yet they performed feats of greatness anyway. Zuko remembered his family being happy, once. A long time ago. Had it really been as happy as he remembered? Why had his parents abandoned that so quickly? He didn't think Hakoda could ever do to Sokka what Ozai had done to him. What had made his father that way?

His train of thought was derailed before he could begin to fathom an answer as they stumbled out of the forest an into view of the Western Air Temple. They made their way into the building where a small fire greeted them.

“There you are!” Toph jumped to her feet. “I was getting worried that you’d decided to go on another rescue mission an just skip getting dinner altogether.”

“We have plenty of fish, they’ll be ready soon.” Katara knelt before the fire and began unloading her bag. “Zuko, Sokka, can you two go to the woods and get me some skewers? Maybe seven or eight? It’ll make this go a lot faster.”

“No problem.” Sokka unsheathed his sword. “Come on fire boy, I need your light.”

Zuko followed Sokka out of the temple to the treeline holding up a small flame for him to see by. Sokka set about slicing small branches from the nearest saplings.

“So, you’ve been quiet this evening,” Sokka said. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Zuko looked from Sokka, then back to the temple where Katara and Hakoda were undoubtedly preparing fish, then back again to Sokka. “We caught a lot of fish today.”

Sokka paused his slicing to look over at Zuko. "Okay." After a moment's pause. "Is there anything else?"

Zuko glanced to the ground. "No. It's nothing." Sokka raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Well," Zuko finally said, "your family is so nice."

Sokka quirked his eyebrow higher. "And that's a problem?"

"No. I think it's nice. It's really nice that your family is so nice."

“I’m confused.” Sokka began chopping again.

Zuko felt a bit silly saying it out loud. "I, I just never really thought about what it would be like to have a nice family before. In some ways you and me are a lot alike." Sokka opened his mouth to object, but Zuko didn't stop there. "But I can't even imagine what would be like to have a family who loves each other and takes care of each other like yours does."

Sokka closed his mouth for a long moment, then after a moment’s thought opened it again. “I wish I could say that maybe your family really loves you, deep, deep, deep down.” It was Zuko’s turn to look skeptical. “But after fighting your sister at the boiling rock I think that maybe your family is just kind of terrible.” Sokka paused to gather the wands he had cut. “I also know that family is hard work, like really really hard work. And if every single person in a family doesn’t fight for it every day, you lose it.”

“I guess my family thought it was better to fight each other than fight for each other.” Zuko rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Sokka sheathed his sword and patted Zuko’s shoulder sympathetically. “Family are the people you fight for, not always the people you’re related to.”

Instantly, Zuko thought of his uncle. Uncle Iroh fought for him, he was the only one who ever had. At every step of the way his uncle had been there. At least, until he drove him away, refused his help and demanded to do it all alone. Zuko felt a deep sorrow settle into his stomach. Uncle Iroh had fought for him, but he’d never fought for Uncle Iroh. Zuko didn’t know if or when he would ever see his uncle again, but now he knew that he was sorry.

Sokka clapped Zuko on the back. “Why don’t we take these back to the others. I could sure use a good fish dinner.”

Zuko caught Sokka’s eye and gave a small smile. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

#Avatar: The Last Airbender #ATLA #Zuko #Sokka #Katara #Hakoda #Family #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Missing Scene #Image from cap-that.com #2k words

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trans-axian-archive · 5 years

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WAIT BEN PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT YOUR HOWLS MOVING CASTLE WANGXIAN AU....

I talked about all the basics here but we all know I simply cannot create an au without thinking about everything a lot so much and getting into the Meta Of It All so I offer you this Deep Dive tm into some stuff about the characters!!:

wei wuxian (howl) - I remember I actually struggled a lot deciding whether wei wuxian or lan wangji would be howl but eventually it came down to a few things: (1) howl is very over dramatic and eccentric and.. perfomatively full of himself but in the end very selfless (2) howl spends the story being so wrapped up in saving people that he becomes a "monster" (3) howl is always either being Dramatic and scary tm or smiling and laughing and being silly, and (4) the unmistakable parallel between howl losing his heart and wei wuxian losing his core. all things that remind me of our dear sweet demonic cultivator

lan wangji (sophie) - I changed what the curse was because the Reason sophie turns old in the story is because she's insecure about her looks and I just can't really see that fitting lan wangji lmao. theres a few reasons I had it so he loses his voice instead, one of them being that it's still something that can fade away when he's happy? like when he's in a particularly good mood he can hum or sing quietly without even noticing it. when I first made the au it was just his singing voice that was taken away but then I decided to make it so he's unable to speak as well because I wanted to reflect the curse being focused on insecurity and I think one of lan wangjis biggest insecurities in canon is that, before wei wuxian died, he didn't "use his voice"/stand by wei wuxian/"good". him only being able to communicate through the guqin also reflects his trouble communicating with others and express himself fully

jiang cheng (witch of the wastes) - could not for the longest time figure this one out but what decided it for me was the parallel between jiang cheng having wei wuxiana core / the witch of the waste wanting howls heart and both relationships being changed by a broken promise. also the fact that jiang cheng is very bitter and jealous like the witch of the wastes and the fact that both of them keep chasing after wei wuxian/howl despite claiming to "hate" them. obviously in this au I change a lot of the hmc relationship to fit the fact that they're brothers

jiang yanli (turnip head) - now... I feel like this is maybe the "obvious" choice for wen ning but a. he has to be calcifer n I'll explain that in a second and b. both jiang yanli and turnip head are really kind/selfless/loving and play important roles in driving the plot despite never really getting their own stories. I also think the idea of jiang cheng looking for Both his siblings and then jiang yanli being the person to bring them all together again compelling

wen ning (calcifer) - calcifer had been a toss up between jiang cheng and wen ning because his personality really fits jiang cheng better and the fact that calcifer has howls heart but.. I decided to make calcifer wen ning based on the concept that, like calcifer and howl, wen ning and wei wuxian are/feel indebted to each other + the fact that (much like calcifer and howl) wen ning has trouble being "free"/his own person without wei wuxian. also I think calcifer being a star (kinda) and wen ning being from a sect where their symbol is the sun is cool. in this au wen ning is still a walking corpse but he just powers the castle in a resentful energyesque way

wei wuxian and wen nings deal - this part is like the hardest for me to explain but essentially wen ning keeps wei wuxian safe because of his missing heart, and wei wuxian gives wen ning resentful energy to keep being "alive", the extra layer to this is that part of their deal/how it was started is that wen ning helped give wei wuxians heart to jiang cheng, and he is the only one who can change or do anything about it

jiang cheng and wei wuxian - like I talked about in the first post jiang cheng goes out searching for wei wuxians heart in hopes it'll bring him home, but he's also very upset at wei wuxian for running away in the first place. he's also upset because he thinks the reason jiang yanli went missing has something to do with something reckless wei wuxian has done wei wuxian tries to avoid jiang cheng because he thinks his presence upsets him, and it causes even More miscommunication. wei wuxian ran away in the first place because he didn't want to endanger his family with his missing heart/how it effects him

#it is very late I'm sorry if this makes zero sense I just have reasons for everything and I need people to know!!!#wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #wen ning #yunmeng bros #mdzs #cql #ask #ghost posts #wei yings moving castle

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wetookanoath · 5 years

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I don’t know if you’ve ever seen it, but in the first postmortem the boys do, Ryan says that Shane once told him that he [Shane] wants his last words to be “Keep Rolling.” Do you think you could write a fic based on that? I feel like your writing would be perfect for that style fic. If you don’t want to, I understand. I love you ❤️❤️

Originally, this was two fics. One was the answer to this prompt that I started to write almost TWO years ago that then morphed into a parallel story to Like You Want To Be Loved from Ryan’s POV, and the other was a birthday gift for @mercury-skies (I’m so sorry I missed the date!), but then I realized both were pretty similar and said, “fuck it, canon divergence”. Which… is what this is, lol. In this Canon Divergence kinda AU thing, Shane has had Obi since he moved to LA.

Dear Soph, I hope you like this little thingy. I’m so sorry it took so long, I hope your birthday was as wonderful as you. I love you, you are one of the reasons I’m in this fandom still, and one of my best friends. I hope to have you in my life for a thousand years.

PS: It’s not a parallel story to LYWTBL.

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I’ll Stick With You, Baby, For A Thousand Years

If you asked Ryan, it all started in the Sallie House.

He had known Shane for almost two years before he asked him to be part of Unsolved. There was a certain amount of nervousness when he did so, and a sweet and almost shy smile on Shane’s face when he said yes without looking at him, pretending to not be excited.

Ryan knew then it had been a good idea.

In that evil house, he confirmed this thought when he had ran out of the place with his blood rushing through his veins in hot waves, heart pounding crazy in his ears. He couldn’t hear anything but the million ways his brain had told him the demon inside the house was going to kill him if he kept messing with it in there, Shane’s juvenile laugh so far away now that Ryan wondered if he had imagined it.

At first, he also thought he was imagining the man coming out of the house in such a calm manner, it made Ryan feel even more uneasy. But his friend had approached him, asked if he was okay, and when he hadn’t gotten an answer, waited until Ryan was ready to look up at him a few seconds later.

“We have to get back inside, Ryan,” he had said and Ryan had shook his head no, no, no, never. “Look, I know you’re scared but this is our job now, man. We committed to this, we are gonna finish this together.”

“I don’t want to die…” he murmured. Shane chuckled but it didn’t really sound offensive to his ears. In a way, it made him feel a bit better that the man found all this so funny.

Shane was smiling, that was the trick that did it. He smiled at Ryan, bright and kind, finding Ryan’s fear endearing somehow and not shameful. His hands were on Ryan’s shoulders in a heartbeat, his face neutral as he spoke again.

“You are not gonna die, I won’t let that happen. None of us will.” He said. “You are already the bravest of us by deciding to walk in there earlier today, knowing that you believe in whatever could be there.”

“Are you admitting there’s a demon in the house?”

“I’m admitting nothing but the only truth we know for sure: you believe in it, it scares you, and yet you set foot there like a boss.” He smiled again, squeezing Ryan’s right shoulder. “In my book, you’ve already won against that bitch little girl.”

At the time, it had made him laugh. Ryan swallowed and nodded, readying himself to get back into the house when Shane’s hands cradled his face in his big hands. His heart stopped beating and for a second, Ryan wished Shane would kiss him.

The man looked at his face instead, as if searching for something Ryan wasn’t sure was in him. After a few seconds, he smirked.

“Let’s get back in there, little guy.” It was the first time he had called him that and it made Ryan want to listen to him forever. “Let’s finish this job.”

They had gone in there together, Shane behind him, ready to push him into the place if necessary but it wasn’t. Instead, Ryan had tried his best to not piss his pants and let Shane keep laughing in the face of danger like if he wasn’t scared for the soul of his friend.

Shane made things different, Ryan noticed, in a way he hasn’t witnessed before.

Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t believe that made him brave in Ryan’s eyes, screaming and laughing at empty spaces Ryan thought were filled with evil they couldn’t see. But Shane looked back at him, the tender smile of earlier and Mexico City, and San Jose, and that afternoon at work when he had popped the question, so sweet on his lips, making his face kinder and Ryan had to blink back unknown tears.

“You really are scared, aren’t you?” Shane asked him later as they laid down on the floor.

He had gotten his sleeping bag closer to Shane and the man had laughed, allowing him this as he was allowing him so much lately. Ryan said nothing to his question, thinking it unnecessary when it was so obvious what was happening to him.

Many shadows were taking strange shapes, windows seemed to get darker, and Shane came into view still with all the lights off. Ryan looked at him as the man got closer to Ryan and laid on his side, looking at him.

“Give me,” he said. Ryan frowned and realized he was offering him his hand. Shane was asking for his. “Give me that hand.”

Hesitant, Ryan moved his hand until it was on Shane’s. The man grabbed it like if he was trying to warm it up, keeping it against his in a firm grip without interlocking their fingers or doing anything else, just holding it. Shane sighed, licking between his lips before squeezing Ryan’s hand.

“Nothing you think may be out there is real.” He murmured, Ryan was already aware this was something they were getting cut for the video. “Nothing out there can hurt you, I promise you that.”

“You can’t do that.”

The man smiled. “Don’t contradict me, Bergara, never underestimate my competitiveness.”

Ryan couldn’t help but giggle at that, both of them were certainly assholes when it came to competing against others and against each other. In a way, it was one of the first things that attracted him to Shane, the way he seemed to encourage him into competing with him to be the best new thing in the office. It was insufferable and oddly motivational.

“I’ll keep you safe and alive just so I can say I told you so.”

“I bet you would.”

Shane’s eyes closed, he was still smiling as sleepiness started to call him back into its arms. Ryan swallowed as he thought of leaving again. But as if sensing his thought, Shane squeezed his hand.

“You are safe with me, angel.”

Somehow, it gave him the courage to stay until past the witching hour. Shane had laughed at his inability to stay for the rest of the night but had put his hand on his thigh as they drove away from the house, looking at him with a soft smile.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, and it rang in Ryan’s ears for the rest of the night. He was unable to sleep, even in the comfort of their hotel room.

He thought there, as he tossed around the mattress and the sheets, that Shane was some kind of handsome he hadn’t noticed before. He was cute, always has been. Funny and caring, protective in a way.

And he also had a girlfriend.

“I got one.” Shane said.

“Shoot!”

“What post-apocalyptic world is the most interesting you’ve seen in a movie?”

Ryan took a deep breath, thinking of his answer as he drove. They were alone in the car, the rest of the crew had taken their own rental with the excuse of wanting to sleep, “the truth is that you two never shut up”, Mark had told them. And Ryan was actually kind of be grateful for it. He enjoyed these 20 Questions sessions more than he cared to admit.

“Maybe Mad Max? I mean, it would be bananas to live in that!” he answered, and Shane chuckled at it. “Ugh, you’re going to say something pretentious like The Matrix or Terminator.”

“What’s pretentious about Terminator?!” Shane kept laughing, his eyebrows high and face surprised.

They laughed together a few more seconds before Shane answered. “My answer is kind of obscure, actually.”

“Holy shit.”

“But that’s not how 20 Questions goes, Ryan.”

“Shit, I don’t give a fuck.” He frowned, then rolled his eyes when he saw Shane looking at him with that shitty grin of his. “Okay then, same question for you.”

There was a shift in the air and Ryan wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Shane was suddenly serious, looking to the road outside the window.

“Children of Men.”

An obscure future for sure.

“Why?”

Shane smiled at him. “It’s my turn.”

“Oh, come on!”

The man giggled but cleared his throat before answering. “I think it’s something not so far away or impossible.” He said. “And I found it interesting, the way people reacted around the girl and her miraculous child.” Shane licked his lips and swallowed. “Hopeless world suddenly has hope in the form of a young lady and a baby…”

“I always thought it was kind of like the Jesus tale,” Ryan commented. “Mary was just a random young kid having the son of God, the hope that was promised.”

“Oh yeah, like obvious Christian imagery aside, it’s very interesting.”

Ryan sighed, the silence that followed felt oddly charged but none dared to break it. It felt sacred too, like if they had just shared something important and not just an opinion on a movie’s portrayal of the world after its end.

“You were raised Christian, right?” Shane asked suddenly.

“Catholic,” he murmured. “Even went to a Catholic school, and Grandma Bergara made sure to remind me every Sunday why I shouldn’t wake up early that day. Church ain’t that fun.”

Shane said nothing for a few seconds, then asked: “You think believing in ghost has something to do with your faith?”

Ryan frowned, thinking about his answer again. It was his turn to ask, but Shane’s question tickled in his brain as he thought over his family, the exchange in cultures, all that spiritualism he had absorbed over the years.

He had been a non-believer of the supernatural in his early teens, but had faith. Ryan wasn’t sure if it was actually something he grew up to have or was something he had picked from his parents. Regardless, he wasn’t a religious person but he had faith.

“Maybe,” he finally said. “I have faith there’s something else after death. Sometimes souls don’t pass on and stay here.”

“What about demons and all that, Ryan?”

“Well…” His hands were sweating on the steering wheel, Ryan swallowed before answering again. “If there’s good, there’s evil. One can’t exist without the other.” He repeated what his grandmother once told him. “Why are you asking me this?”

Shane looked at him as if he had been caught doing something wrong. His eyes were wide open and his eyebrows were up again. He recovered soon, clearing his throat and sitting straighter on his seat.

“Well, I don’t believe in any of that. I get curious.”

Ryan looked at him for a few seconds, then back at the road.

“So you’re saying, you don’t have faith?” Ryan asked, Shane blinked. “I mean, not like a religion or something. But, just faith that there may be more.”

“No, I guess I don’t,” he murmured.

There were a million other things Ryan wanted to ask him. Even after so many years, he still had so many questions for the man, and he hoped the roads never ended for them, for their little show to keep giving them excuses to leave town and experience all this together.

In that moment, though, Ryan changed the subject by keeping their previous game with more questions about movies and simpler, sillier things.

Shane’s words still echoed in his head as they kept going and the night approached with their arrival to the hotel. Tomorrow they would be working, but tonight they still had a few minutes to spare with each other, laying together on the same bed of their double room.

“I would really like to believe in something, you know?” Shane said, one arm over his forehead as he looked at the ceiling. “Wrap myself into it, find something beyond what is said and done.”

“Why?”

There was no answer for him, just Shane’s eyes piercing Ryan’s soul as he seemed to be looking for something on his face again. It was then that his free hand moved, fingers holding Ryan’s chin up as Shane kept watching.

“Because it’s terrifying to live in a world so still!” he suddenly said with enough goofiness to distract anyone from the grey shadow that had appeared over him. Ryan blinked a couple of times. “If there’s something else aside from the things we know, well, I gotta know too! Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Yeah.” Ryan answered after a pause. “I guess it would.”

The silence that followed made him think of Shane these past months they’ve spent together, travelling for their show and how it had become theirs after it had been his for what felt like an eternity. Make no mistake; Brent had been a good host, one of his best friends still. But the man was never as present as Shane seemed to be now, so involved and worried for it to be as perfect as possible.

Shane, the perfectionist. Going behind Ryan to edit better, giving him so many great ideas that Ryan didn’t know how else to credit him other than to name him co-parent of this little project that was becoming popular. He wondered for a moment where would Unsolved take them, if it was going to become a monster or an angel.

“I really wanna see a ghost, Ryan.” Shane said suddenly, making him look back to find Shane sitting on the bed. “You better prove me wrong.”

It felt like a promise.

“Oh, you’ll eat your words, sir,” he said, and Shane smiled at him. “You’re gonna kiss my ass soon, we are so gonna get something one of these days.”

They laughed together; it seemed like they were always laughing together about the same shit. Their laughter was bright and obscure, and sometimes it made other people wonder what was it. Maybe that was their own ghost, the thing only they could see.

Shane’s fingers caressed the tip of Ryan’s nose out of nowhere, and he blinked as he saw him wink and stand from the bed, walking towards the bathroom without saying any other words.

He had never seen him act this way with anyone else but his girlfriend. Ryan wondered if he was this open with his closer friends, if Ryan could consider himself one of them now.

Back then, he wondered so many things that it felt like a never ending game of 20 Questions.

When Ryan first admitted he was in love, Shane was single and drunk in New Orleans.

Each city they visited fell into their laps in a way he had never experienced before, like each place had been waiting for them. Ryan knew it was in part because they cheated shamelessly and chose places were they could visit other touristy ends, have a good dinner with the crew, and sleep well when they weren’t covered in webs and dust.

But New Orleans had magic in the air, on its people, and around each corner.

They had partied with their crew and for the first time, Ryan felt like they were going to be friends forever. He had known these people for years now, but that night, when that they cheered together and promised each other another year of spooks and bad mornings, he just knew.

Warm beer had never tasted so good.

By the time they made it to their room, they were drowned in laughter, trying to carry each other to their respective beds. They ended laying together on Shane’s, laughing at their inability to stand and walk, drunk out of their minds with Ryan pretended touching Shane wasn’t making him combust on the spot.

He remembered little bisexual Ryan watching his crush play football in high school, how he thought Rod had looked so good under the sun and he would never like anyone else ever. Not the way he had liked Rodrigo that summer when he was fourteen. Time made him braver, steps were given, confessions were made, hearts were broken, and time kept going by.

Now he was looking at Shane, kind and brilliant Shane, who was always smiling and looking out for him. Who was very available now, bathed in neon blue light with his cheeks and nose red, eyes closed before they finally opened and looked at Ryan.

Ryan wished he could take a picture of this. The way Shane was looking at him like there wasn’t anywhere else in the world he wanted to be and no one else in his life he wanted to be with. It made his heart suddenly turn, find a home in his crush that was no longer just a crush.

It couldn’t be. Not when Ryan was sure he would bare himself to this man and reveal his deepest secrets if he wanted, when he would sacrifice everything in exchange for just having Shane’s happiness and he would be grateful. Just like that, he blinked tears away, and he was in love.

His lips parted, but no words were spoken. Shane just looked at him, into his eyes, for what felt like forever, until his eyes started to move around his face as he so often did. Ryan licked his lips and Shane’s eyes were on them immediately.

“I wanna kiss you, angel.”

“Uh, okay.”

“I won’t,” he said. Ryan frowned and felt his heart tense. “We’re drunk, I don’t want to spoil our first kiss like that.”

“Oh.” And just like that, his heart was beating fast. Happy. “I wouldn’t mind…”

“I would. Big time.” He smiled. “It has to be perfect, Ry.” Shane said, putting one hand on Ryan’s cheek. “Like you.”

He wanted to cry, instead he chuckled and watched as Shane fell asleep with his hand on his face. He wasn’t sure when he had succumbed to dreams, but he woke up to Shane gone, from the bed and their room, and the sun burning his eyes like tears.

“Here’s a new one.” Ryan said as they drove to the theater. “Ideally speaking…”

“Mhm.” Shane exclaimed, listening.

“How would you like to die?”

“Ugh, getting dark already and we haven’t even eat anything,” the man said, making both of them laugh as he waited for an answer. “I guess asleep, right? We all want that, the less trouble the better.”

“Just asleep?”

“Sure.”

“No old age? Just any time is fine, laid down on the bed and pggghhh– dead.”

“What the fuck was that? Pgggh?” Shane laughed, Ryan smiled as he finally saw the mall building and the slightly small line to enter the parking lot. “Oh man, you already know the answer. Old age is fine, though I’ve been feeling fifty since I was fifteen.”

The car filled with laughs, and they stayed in comfortable silence while Ryan looked around the lot to park. He sighed, reminded himself to be cool, he didn’t need to scare off Shane already on their first non-official date. He wanted to ask him if this movie thing was in fact a date, or if he had dreamed what happened in New Orleans.

But ever since that night, Shane had been especially attentive with him. And Ryan was no liar, he well loved the coffee in the morning, the good night texts, Shane’s jacket around his shoulders when they walked around like a pair of old men in the afternoon.

Yet, he didn’t have the guts or the will to deal with the answer being no. Ryan reminded silent.

“My turn,” Shane said when Ryan finally parked, he nodded and waited for the question. “What would you like your last words to be?”

“Oh boy.” His eyebrows moved on its own, already thinking of the answer for such a hard question.

“‘Oh boy’?” Shane’s own eyebrows went high, Ryan shook his head and the man laughed. “What? Are you going to be, like, killed by aliens or something?”

“Why aliens? You are watching The X Files again, don’t you?” he frowned, killing the engine as he looked at Shane, whose eyes had closed and become moons as he giggled like a child. “Fuck, I should have never told you about my crush on Mulder.”

“You like spooky boy!”

“Oh my god, I’m on ninth grade again…”

“I was totally your type in ninth grade, though. A giant nerd.” He answered, the comment made Ryan’s heart beat faster.

“Jesus, that would be like– illegal, you know?” He reminded him. “I was a tiny child, you were a teen and a half!”

“Oh!” Shane seemed to remember. “Holy shit, I’m older!” His hand went to his mouth, he shook his head no and looked at him. “Christ, I’m glad we met as adults. Jesus.”

Ryan smiled at him and sighed before going back to the actual subject they were discussing previous to their latest branch in the conversation. “I think… I don’t know, man. I try not to think of me dying, it gives me… anxiety and stuff.”

“Uh, anxiety and stuff.” Shane repeated. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I think I will have to think about this one for a while and then I’ll get back to you.”

Shane smiled at him. He had unfasted the safety belt but hadn’t made any move to get out of the car. They still had a few minutes to spare, so Ryan said nothing and waited.

“I would like my last words to be something positive,” Shane said, and Ryan nodded, trying not to think of a world were Shane wasn’t there. “‘Keep going.’ Something like that.”

Ryan smiled again, his heart was feeling trapped inside his chest and he didn’t like the sensation. There were walls around him, caging him in the deep, dark and cold sea. If he kept thinking about it, about Shane dying, he would–

“I guess leaving this world on a positive note would be good,” Ryan said, hoping Shane wouldn’t notice the anxiety this small conversation had already given him. “Let’s go, big guy. I want to buy us the biggest popcorn they allow us to.”

Shane chuckled, opening his door and following him into the darkness of the parking lot, the noise of the city and the people walking around in their own private worlds. They walked side by side, the silence a bit forced. Ryan licked his lips, thinking of small conversation before he felt warm fingers on his.

Looking down at his hand, he saw Shane’s own taking it like he did a year ago in Kansas. Back then, he hadn’t interlocked their fingers as he was doing now, and it made Ryan look up at him to find him staring nervously at nothing in particular, front and nowhere else.

Ryan smiled, giving Shane’s hand a gentle squeeze. The silence felt warm even when his friend was too tall to hold hands like normal people do.

Normal was something he didn’t dare to be ever since he left college. It wasn’t what Ryan was, he guessed. And with Shane, he was just real.

He wasn’t sure when one date became many. Ryan wasn’t about to question it, though, he sure as hell was more than happy to keep going with Shane everywhere.

The man took his hand, let him put an arm around his waist or interlock his arm to Shane’s while walking, and it all felt natural, like if they had been destined to be like this since before they met.

When he got that sappy, Ryan knew he needed to kiss Shane soon and call him his boyfriend sooner. Time had been nice to them and it was time for that payoff he had been waiting since New Orleans earlier that year.

Little after they started to film season 3 of Supernatural, things changed.

The rain had caught them on their way to Shane’s apartment building after they had found parking on the side.

After the movies, they had gone to dinner and argued about Shane paying more than Ryan had on the cinema earlier the day. Ryan had lost the argument for the time being, but it didn’t matter if it let him see Shane smile, make him look all smug and charming.

When they entered the lobby, the desk guy gave them a once over and sighed, making them laugh again before Ryan put on his tiptoes and ruffled Shane’s hair, drops going in all directions and making things worse. But the man smiled at him, sweet and open, looking so young it only made Ryan wish they could have this forever, that he could enjoy this man as he was for the longest time.

He kept thinking of a life like this, in which they got together to the same place after a long day of work. Where they could leave their shoes behind the fridge to dry them and their wet clothes spread around the bathroom to then wear comfy pants and old t-shirts, share a cozy bed that smelled of Shane and his chocolate shampoo.

“I can take the cou–”

“Nope,” Shane told him, pushing him in the direction of his bedroom.

He also had a spare room. None of them mentioned it either.

Shane’s room was a world of its own. Like the rest of his apartment, it had movie posters here and there, books and toys, collection worthy items of shows and films he loved, and his silent cat Obi in the corner, hidden on his Amazon box where Ryan couldn’t reach him.

“He’ll come along, don’t worry,” Shane told him, patting the space at his side on the bed. “I’m not gonna bite you, Ry.”

“Jesus.” Ryan laughed, feeling his cheeks warmth. Once on the bed, he saw Obi peek out the box to watch them settle under the sheets together. “He’s watching us…”

“He’ll come later and sleep over my head. Maybe yours!”

“Uh…” Ryan blinked, hoping the shot he got for his allergies last week worked as it should. “Let’s hope you don’t have to drive me to the hospital in the middle of the night.”

“I can take him out, it’s no problem,” Shane assured him, frowning at the thought of Ryan’s allergies reacting bad around him.

Ryan smiled at him. “It’s okay,” he said. “First, I got that damn shot and it better work because it actually hurt like a motherfucker. Two, it’s been years since I last reacted badly to being exposed to cat hair, so I don’t think it will be bad. If so, just a few sneezes. I can take those sneezes.”

“Are you sure?” Shane asked, still very serious, and so very close to Ryan’s face.

“Yeah. This is his house, I’m the visitor,” he answered, giving the same thought he always has regarding his dogs. Shane smiled at him this time, taking his chin with his fingers.

“Shane?”

“You’ll be a good stepfather,” he murmured, Ryan swallowed visibly but only nodded. Shane’s fingers moved, his palm now over Ryan’s cheek and he leaned into it, sharing a smile with Shane. “I got it now.”

“What?”

“‘Keep rolling.’” he said. Ryan frowned and moved his head a little, trying to understand what the man was talking about. “What I would like my last words to be.”

“Oh.”

“No, hear me out.” He laid down, making Ryan lay at his side. His hand was still on his face, fingers caressing his cheek lovingly.

Ryan didn’t had the heart to tell him he didn’t like this conversation, that he had forgotten all about it in the months they had been getting this close and wasn’t looking forward to being anxious on Shane’s bed when it was his first time here. But Shane looked happy as they were, smiling at Ryan as he caressed his cheek gently.

“I either become the next David Fincher,” Ryan laughed at that, knowing exactly where this was going. “Or die by a demon’s paw on location, and you better keep rolling.”

“God, don’t say that!” Ryan begged, feeling his throat close like that time months ago when they had first gone out and talked about this. “I would never let you die on location. Or ever.”

“You are not gonna let me die?” Shane smiled, his thumb caressed Ryan’s skin with care. It made Ryan sigh. “Do you plan on keeping me forever, Bergara?”

If there was a double meaning to this, Ryan took it, nodding without finding his voice to say something else. Maybe something romantic, confess his feelings and how he had them for so long. Instead, Shane’s forehead leaned on his and they shared the same air, his warm breath making Ryan want to close his eyes and lean into those lips.

“I’ll stick with you, you know,” Shane said. Ryan nodded again and this time, he closed the distance between them.

Shane wanted a perfect kiss, he had told him that in New Orleans months ago. If the two of them smelling of rain and Shane’s aftershave, nested on his sheets as his cat purred somewhere on the pillows over their heads wasn’t the perfection he was looking for, then Ryan was willing to spend the rest of his life searching for it as long as it let him kiss those lips.

He softly moved against Shane’s mouth as the man moaned between them, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Both his hands were now on Ryan’s face, cradling it gently as they kissed ever so slowly, almost scared of somehow ruining the other, like the other was a precious crystal to be kept untouched.

But they were free to touch each other, and Ryan’s hands were reminded of this as he sank his fingers into Shane’s hair while his other hand traveled down his back, and up again, until it went to his waist and held him there to never let him go.

Their lips made a wet sound when they went apart, Ryan’s eyes still closed, unable to come back to a reality where he wasn’t tasting Shane’s mouth. The man’s soft laugh made him finally open his eyes and find him staring back at Ryan with that spark in his eyes, the same one he had seen so many times before, that many people were noticing in their videos and their Instagram posts.

“I guess that’s a yes?” Shane murmured, Ryan chuckled and rolled his eyes, pecking his lips one, two and three times before kissing him long again, more passionate this time. “Such a good kisser, I knew you were gonna rock my boat.”

“Oh, I’m rocking it. I’m rocking it alright. All night if I can.”

Shane’s smile widened, his face getting pink. “Keep rolling, angel.”

If Ryan was dreaming, he better never woke up.

The morning after he spent the night at Shane’s, he woke up before the man. He watched him sleep for a few seconds, having to get out bed when Obi kept looking at him as if judging him for being a creep. Ryan gave it to the cat, he was maybe being weird, but Shane looked so peaceful and content, it was hard to look away.

He used the bathroom, dressed up in Shane’s button down from last night and his own boxers, and left the room for the kitchen, Obi right behind him, meowing his gratefulness as he ran to the little home office where Ryan knew his scratcher was.

Obi scratched at his toy, the sound filling the apartment in the early morning of the best weekend of Ryan’s life, and he decided right then that he could get used to this and be happy forever.

What had started so long ago felt like it was coming to a friendly end, a thing that initiated something else. Ryan supposed his grandma was right, and every ending, happy or sad, is just a new beginning and this one had left him with purple and reddish marks on his neck, hand prints on his hips, beard burns where only he could see and feel, and a happy smile on his face.

He sighed, very much aware of how he knew Shane’s kitchen as if it were his own, how Shane liked his coffee and what kind of breakfast he liked to have.

Today was going to be a great morning, no matter what.

Ryan never thought people would pick up on his closeness with Shane by such small things like saying– okay, yeah. Maybe that wasn’t so common, right? To know what your friend wanted his last words to be? He blinked a couple of times, scrolling down the comments section of their first ever Q & A video for their Unsolved episodes.

This had been one of Shane’s strokes of genius, a small video answering questions and comments for each video they got out on Friday. It wasn’t strange at all that management had liked the idea and greenlight it for them to film every Monday to go online on Wednesday.

Looking at the comments, wondering what people would say of their newest addition, Ryan never thought he would encounter praise for their friendship, “they really are that close”, and well. He arched an eyebrow. He would expect so, seeing this was the man he was sleeping with now.

“Stop doing that to yourself,” he heard at his side, Ryan turned to see Shane still driving, looking in front instead of him. “I see you, stop torturing yourself with the comments sections. That’s a strange place and you know it.”

“I just wanted to know what they thought of the Post Mortem thing.”

“You can tell the intern to have a look at that.” He smiled, looking at Ryan for a few seconds before turning his eyes to the road again.

Ryan sighed, leaning his head on the window as he watched Shane drive, an unusual image that felt like some sort of dream to him. One that came true, he noted. His reality couldn’t be happier now, even if they weren’t ready to put it everywhere on social media yet.

“They say we’re really close.”

“Well, seeing we have dick appointments with each other, I would hope so.”

He chuckled, their laughs echoing in the car before they sank into comfortable silence.

That day had been actually good. They had gotten the green light on their idea to go to England, have some episodes of Unsolved over there, and enjoy vacations after. It meant not only another step on their growing show, but a step in their relationship.

Vacations with Shane to another country, now that they were together… boy, maybe the fact that they were such good friends before getting into each other’s skin the way they had done was a good thing. It took off some of the initial doubts and awkwardness, let him dive into domesticity and couple life as soon as possible.

“We are really close,” Shane said while they waited on a red light. Ryan looked at him. The man smiled when he looked back. “I don’t think anyone knows me like you do.”

“Oh, come on…” he said with a huge grin, face feeling warm. “I already suck your cock, no need to say those things.”

Shane chuckled and shook his head. “You little shit, I mean it!”

Ryan laughed, leaving his phone aside and looking as Shane’s face turned bright, his happy expression ever so beautiful on him, and it made Ryan feel proud to know he had put that face on him. He sighed as Shane drove again, closer to his apartment now.

“Ry?” he called him. Ryan looked back and waited. “When was the last time you were in your apartment?”

His face felt warmer. If he hadn’t blushed before, he sure was now.

“I, I can take a Lyft–”

“No, no.” Shane looked at him for a couple of seconds, then back to the road. “In fact, you don’t have to go back anymore if you don’t want to.” He said, Ryan’s eyes opened wide. “You know?”

“Shane…”

“I’m saying, come live with me. Us.” He said, smiling at him when they stopped on another red light. “I’m sure Obi would love to have you there officially.”

Ryan blinked a couple of times, heart pounding in his chest as he thought of his initial question. When was the last time he was in his own apartment? He couldn’t even remember. And he didn’t have to.

Looking up at Shane, Ryan nodded with a big smile.

“I would love to, big guy.”

“Great!”

The light turned green, and they kept going, closer to home.

“I’m just saying, people know I love you,” Shane said and Ryan looked at him immediately, eyes wide open. But the man kept scrolling down his Twitter feed, distracted. “I don’t think it would be a bad idea for us to just… Get out there and say it.”

“Shane,”

“I guess neither of us are out of the closet online, but it’s not like if we have been hiding all this time. Have we?” He finally put the phone down, looking at Ryan with a frown.

He blinked a couple of times, watching Shane act like if he hadn’t just drop a bomb on them with such simple words. It wasn’t even the ‘coming out online’ shit that was about to give him a headache, but the copious amount of times Ryan was to overthink Shane confirming he loved him that had left him mute.

Shane arched an eyebrow, looking behind him, then back at Ryan who was still pretty much in shock. He left his phone of the coffee table and cradle Ryan’s face as he often did.

“Ry?”

“You, you said–”

The man blinked, unaware of what was going on. He seemed to be thinking about it, probably going through their previous conversation to understand why Ryan was so still, so into his head to even talk.

Shane’s eyes widened and he looked about ready to panic for just a few seconds, but it was all replaced with a huge grin and that shine in his eyes that melted Ryan in the spot.

“People do know I love you.”

Ryan’s face felt warm, he wondered what color he was blushing. Shane kept smiling at him, caressing his cheeks before kissing him softly, the cat purring somewhere on Ryan’s back, probably rolling his eyes at them being like this once again in his presence, right in front of his whiskas.

He wanted to yell at himself, so easily distracted from the moment with every thought that passed his head, every sound outside their bubble. Ryan was nervous, Shane chuckled against his lips after he barely responded, probably aware he was just… so anxious for nothing.

“Do you know I love you?” Shane asked, his voice sounding so soft, it made Ryan swallow.

“I… I don’t know… I do now?”

Shane chuckled again, this time getting closer to Ryan’s face to kiss his forehead. Shane hugged him, letting Ryan lean his head on his shoulder. The vibrations of his laugh made him look up, clearing his throat before cradling Shane’s face.

The man smiled at him.

“I love you,” Ryan murmured. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Mmm.” The man smiled. “I know.”

Ryan laughed, he could easily slap Shane for Han Solo-ing him, but there was just– his eyes and the way he was kissing him, how far they had come. Ryan kissed him softly, deepening the kiss as soon as he could, pushing the man to lay into the couch with him on top.

“Scoundrel.”

Shane smiled, pecking his lips once before finally, finally saying: “I love you too, sweetheart.”

If you asked Ryan, things started in the Sallie House.

That night, his attraction to Shane made itself notice in the way Ryan’s heart kept beating fast as the man held his hand between them, laying on the floor as he tried to sleep again. He had taken the footage from the final cut of the video, never spoke about it with the man until years later, when they were more than friends and had started to live together.

Watching it now, how young they were and how much was ahead, it made him smile.

“We were so fucking obvious, holy shit.” Shane murmured at his side, looking through cut footage from many episodes of their show. “You think people will be like ‘we been knew’ when they see this?”

“I think half of the internet already has, Shane.” He conceded. It had been a hilarious couple of years with fans and homophobes alike saying the weirdest, sometimes amazing things on their every platform. “But I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“Ryan, why did you never tell me that you can see my hard on during Goatman’s Bridge?” Shane asked instead, serious with a shine in his eyes that made Ryan’s whole body shiver. “This is the kind of cut shit you should show me more often, angel.”

“You are into such weird shit…” Including him, Ryan wanted to add. Ryan bit his bottom lip, waiting for Shane to answer.

When it didn’t come, he looked up from the tiny video they were doing to “officially” announce their relationship. Shane wasn’t on his side of the bed, and when Ryan looked around to find him, the man had taken away his laptop and tugged at his heels to get him under his body.

“What are you doing, you weirdo?” Ryan asked between laughs, Shane winked at him.

“You know what else is mine aside from that bridge?”

“Oh my God. No, no, get out! We have work to do!”

“You.” He smirked. “You are mine, baby. Until death do us apart. And maaaaybe beyond, right? If your faith can guide us there.”

He felt his cheeks blush, Shane’s smile was too sweet for someone who was about to bone his boyfriend a second time that day. Ryan rolled his eyes, smiling at him when Shane brushed his crotch with his, already getting hard in his pants.

“You are so fucking corny.”

“Horny, baby. Horny.”

If you asked Ryan, this was the start of the golden years of their lives together.

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Top Ten Comic Tomberly moments is waaaay too easy. Let's try... 1) Top Ten TV Show Tomberly Moments and 2) Top Ten Tomberly Moments across ALL media (books, comics, TV show, movies, and games) *insert evil laughing ursula gif*

you are.......EVIL but we’re doing this (in two parts because otherwise this post would be so long it would probably break tumblr’s code even more than it already is)

so part one: top ten tv show tomberly moments

10. everything with white stranger/kim in Wild West Rangers - i put this at number ten bc it’s technically not. tomberly it’s kim/tommy’s ancestor but i needed to put it on this list bc i find it a little hilarious that ajj played up kim being so horny for white stranger. i mean jdf did look pretty hot in cowboy gear so i can’t really blame her. also white stranger at the end implying that kim was the best part about the whole power ranger situation is [chef kiss] peak lost time travel romance

9. island of illusion - ok this episode was mostly wack but them freaking out over the other possibly vanishing forever is tragic romance angst that we really don’t see in power rangers too often so i gotta take it when i can get it. key moments include tommy literally shoving zack and jason out of the way to get to kim and after tommy comes back from almost vanishing, kim runs to him first and rubs his chest.

8. fighting date in two for one - THEY LIKE……DID A DANCE……DURING A FIGHT……..BECAUSE THE FIGHT HAPPENED WHILE THEY WERE ON A DATE THEY’RE SO DUMB

7. the beginning of calamity kim - yeah it’s kind of a “damsel in distress” ep which like……isn’t great but they were BOTH kind of in distress the whole ep so it makes it a little better. the best part though is the beginning where kim is like. doing terribly and is an angry wet rat and tommy’s only response is :) aw

6. song of guitardo - OKAY SCREW EVERYONE WHO SAYS TOMMY TURNED KIM INTO A DAMSEL SHE SAVED HIS DUMB ASS IN THIS EPISODE IT WAS GREAT. actually they saved each other and that’s even better. but we got the dragon dagger/power bow combo which is a never before seen iconic moments in power rangers and also would lead to the dragon shield pink/shooting drakkon in the chest 25 years later which changed the face of comics as we know it

5. when is a ranger not a ranger? - so okay “love interest’s mind is wiped but they still like their love interest” is a cliche that power rangers doesn’t do very often despite all the crazy mind stuff, but tomberly did it first and they did it awesomely. mostly because tommy was so stupid about it. “do you know who i am?” “i don’t have a clue but you sure are cute” did you really think that was clever tommy. he picks her up and tosses her like a football to save her from the laser beam later. i hate him actually. but actually it’s okay because it made it canon that tommy thought kim was cute immediately after seeing her which adds more context to certain beats in their first meeting SPEAKING OF WHICH

4. their first meeting in green with evil - for real i don’t think tommy and kim would be so popular so long after MMPR if ajj and jdf didn’t play them up so well and their first meeting set the tone for that SO well. kim was barely holding herself back from jumping him in the middle of that hallway. tommy very clearly being like oh shit the girl i just saved is actually really cute oh shit oh fuck (again, made canon by wiarnar). them continuing to hold hands after they shake. tommy very clearly looking her up and down. jdf and ajj hit the ground running with this scene and we stan

3. first kiss in the green candle - SO YEAH I HAD TO HAVE THIS ON HERE not just because of the kiss but like. the lead up to it is so good. the context of kim wanting to assure tommy that he’s still wanted by the team (her) and stumbling through a somewhat awkward but sweet conversation?? “we miss you/i miss you” - poetic cinema. tommy taking her hand and rubbing his thumb across his palm - need me a freak like that

2. hospital scene in a different shade of pink - this scene was really kinda lowkey in turns of actual romance but it’s so good in terms of how mature and serious it was taken. tommy revealing he was actually scared at her getting hurt- TOMMY THE SUPER COOL WHITE RANGER MAN? SCARED? - and saying it was worse than literally ANYTHING zedd and rita did….which, it’s tommy. he’s been through a lot of shit. but kim getting hurt was the worst. tommy brushing his fingers through her hair while they just smile at each other and not saying anything. bro.

1. THE END OF CHANGING OF THE ZORDS PART THREE okay listen all of changing of the zords was god-tier tomberly but the final scene of the three-parter, where tommy and kim are walking along the beach and tommy assures kim that she’ll be okay is literally perfect in narrative and execution. acknowledging the bond between tommy and kim that’s strengthened by bringing the parallel between tommy losing his green powers and now kim losing her pink powers??? her being vulnerable and honestly upset after putting on a brave face for the entire story and tommy being gently but firmly comforting??? IT’S ON A BEACH AT SUNSET AND THERE’S KISSING IT’S EVERYTHING A ROMANCE SCENE SHOULD BE

#transmission #ragsfan #AAAAAA

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Can Your Friends Do This? - Watermelonsmellinfellon, AO3 (Though OP said they cross posted on FF.net too)

Link: Here!!

Rating: Mature

Favorite Quote(s): Because I love The Avatar show

"First, there are more than one dimension and more than one universe. Foolish mortals are the only ones to assume they are the only forms of intelligent life in their respective universes. This Earth we are on resides in a different universe altogether and consists of nations of people who possess an affinity with the elements. Some are born as mixes of two and use chakra to create new elemental affinities or abilities. This planet Earth parallels another planet Earth in another dimension of this universe, where there are only four large nations and each represents either fire, water, earth, or air, and with beings able to bend their own element to their advantage."

And these ones because these four are important.

1. "A lot of suicidal people didn't really want to die, they simply wanted the pain to cease so that living once again seemed worthwhile."

2. Hari was very firm on her decision. She'd always been the one rescuing people and never once realized that maybe she should have been rescued.

3. “Despite his wish to be Hokage and to be a hero, I realized that someone needed to rescue him first for that to happen. And so I took the job."

4. "I've lost many people, and while it doesn't coincide with what others will tell you in life, it actually does get better. There aren't enough hours in the day to keep thinking about what you've lost. There are jobs to do, and people to watch over, and even your own health to consider. You won't have the time to recount every mistake you've ever made. And the pain from their distance will eventually dim and become tolerable. The only way it wouldn't get better is if you keep thinking about it all the time. People who are always depressed over the loss of loved ones are usually the very same people who think about them all the time, which ends up keeping them in their depressed states, to begin with. And then there is no progression."

A Fucking mood from Hari/Harry Potta/Potter

“I don't like exercising. I'm not meant for it."

Because Sasuke is an adorable little shit, which is, as always when it comes to him, The Best

Naruto was teaching someone Taijutsu? It was laughable at best, though he didn't actually laugh. That would ruin his image as the strong and silent loner. He couldn't afford for people to think he was nice or anything.

Because this is something important and personal to ME specifically

"This is all sweets. But they are sugar-free sweets. There are foods you can eat that will give you the energy you need without having a negative effect on your body. Bananas are a good snack. Watermelon, lettuce, leafy green veggies, they all have a lot of water in them. They fill you up quickly, can keep you hydrated, and because most are made of water, you aren't consuming fats and oils. Though do not replace every meal with these things unless you take vitamins and supplements on a daily basis. While there is nothing wrong with being vegan, a lot of vegans forget to take their supplements and vitamins. They especially need those because they keep so many important foods from their eating schedule."

Another Mood

To make it worse… she'd gotten her monthly visit from TOM. She named it TOM in memory of a certain arse who caused her a lot of pain and grief. Her Time of the Month, TOM, liked to mock her for at least five days out of every month and this month was terrible.

And last, but not least, the best thing I have read since I woke up

Potta Hari's cousin was not romantically involved with anyone, or so his sources said. Perhaps marrying someone to her would offer a better chance for an alliance between their clans?

A knock startled him from his thoughts, and he had to compose himself quickly. "Yes?"

"A letter has arrived for you, Hiashi-sama," Kosuke said from the other side of the door.

"Come."

The letter was handed over within seconds, and Kosuke was gone immediately.

When he finally got to the message however, he had to smirk in amusement. He should have known that making plans about a Seer wouldn't go as expected.

Dear Hyuga-sama,

No.

Respectfully, Potta Runa.

And this

Was Danzo literally the only bad person in this world who was bad naturally and not because he had some unfortunate upbringing, was bullied or was manipulated into being bad?

Basically tbh

Words & Chapter(s): 287,295 words and 20 chapters, unfinished, but worth it

Summary: Tsume Yuki's, 'Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me' prompt.

Master of Death Hari is sealed inside a genie bottle and tossed into the Veil. Only the interference of Death stops her from being enslaved. When Naruto comes into possession of the bottle and frees Hari from her prison, she gets attached and decides to help him, changing everything we know.

Score: 13, this is very amusing, and has no qualms with having humor AND seriousness whenever. Not to mention, I could honestly go back to the very beginning and read it all over again and I’d still love every moment of it in all honesty.

Pairing(s): Hatake Kakashi/Female!Harry Potter, as well as Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, background Anko Mitarashi/Luna Lovegood

Warning(s): For all that this looks like a lot of warnings it’s just because this fic is well over 200K words, and it’s not nearly as bad as all these warnings look. There’s no major character death (Technically. A few from the HP universe passed before our MC even came into our universe. Still, only casual mentions so far)

Always a girlHarry still had to deal with all the abuse of her counterpart. The ministry betrayed her (Shocking. I know.) mentions of (CANON) past childhood abuse described three-quarters of the way through chapter three, then again in chapter four, no worries though it’s not graphic or gratuitous.

Mentions of death, and the things and ways that death may affect someone (This is a naruto universe crossover fic soooo, I don’t know what you were expecting honestly. At least it’s not as subtly/suddenly angsty as FMA fics get.), attempted murder that fails because Hari is the Mistress of Death (... Is Master not gender neutral??? I thought it was... Still, Mistress sounds cooler and more dangerous)

Mentions of porn, off-screen lemon, etc.

There IS a bit of fat-shaming from certain characters, but they eventually learn better, there are also mentions of children, and others, on diets, and also that have unhealthy eating habits and why they’re not good regardless, as well as the effects of being on a diet while also doing various exercises and rigorous training regimens, but not to worry, it slowly but surely improves.

Manipulation and grey morals, (Again shocking, I know.) which is great because my morals would go very dark very quickly if I were Hari (Because this is a crossover, and she is in Japan/The Elemental) and I’d for some dumbass reason decided to return to my original world (THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN THIS A HYPOTHETICAL WHAT-IF), but Hari doesn’t which is always amazing

World/Dimension displacement. Figured I’d add that just in case, personally I love those types of stories but you never know.

Kidnapping followed by attempted murder fails spectacularly. It is quite amusing to see for my inner sadist.

One of Hari’s family members passed away due to cancer, but it’s a small mention and there’s minimal angst because it happened years ago. The others seemed to have died in a war with the goblins which is only occasionally mentioned here and there.

Someone tries to enslave Hari as a genie. It does not work. Death seemed upset that someone thought that would work at all in the “Like, honestly, who the fuck do you even think you are???” kind of pissed

Danzo and ROOT exist. Sadly.

Also “ the lives of the many are more important than the lives of the few “ is something that seems to be a basic background of the morals of this fic. I know some find this detestable, but I would like to point out that, it’s true. It’s really fucked up, but unless that One has some very important and necessary ability, they are less important than the five-hundred and forty-two. Shitty as it seems.

There’s technically a war. If you could call the opposing sides... attempts a war. No major casualties or uber gruesome happenings though.

There are some injuries, of course, their big but not graphically described as far as I’ve seen up to the current chapter limit.

Pros: GREAT FUCKING WRITING!!! Great research and really immersive too!!!

Hari and Naruto because each others precious people, and Harry protects Naruto as best she, a civilian and witch, can.

The Japanese That Doesn’t Need To Be Written Because You’re Writing This In English And It Doesn’t Make Sense And Is Awkward isn’t present which is always a plus.

It’s really unique and different from what is normally written in these situations (Not that there’s anything wrong with what we normally get!!!) from how a female main character reacts (Very Harry Potter-ish) and whatnot to her romance with other characters to her friendship with them, and also I love the way her relationships are with everyone! It’s just, so, refreshing for a female MC to be written like this, like getting that first bite of watermelon in the middle of summer, and jumping in the pool, or a drink of hot chocolate in the middle of a snowy night.

Not to mention! The way Hari interacts with the world around her and manages to change everything even though she wasn’t trying, and the way she still isn’t overpowered regardless for all that she can use her magic at will. UGH!!! IT’S JUST SO GOOD

Aesthetic: It’s like drinking fresh lemonade after a hard days work, like swimming in your best friends pool after you finish your homework, it’s like a warm cup of tea after a stressful day, and cuddling up to a friend or lover, like dancing to your favorite song while you’re all alone in your kitchen. It is like being alone, but not lonely, ad being with a few good friends but not ignored. It is freeing and refreshing and relaxing and exciting and new and old and so much more. It feels happy, for lack of a better word. Very, subtly, happy.

Gif Aesthetic: Oh my god yes, this is Hari

and this is what the romance in this fic reminds me of

and this somehow reminds me of several characters at once

And this one too sometimes, which is nice

and this (Except Boruto doesn’t exist obviously, I think this fic was actually started before Boruto even came into the picture actually) is what the fighting looks like

except for when it looks like this

Hari and Luna fucking everything up while everyone else watches and decides it is safest to just, not interfere with the crazy witches.

Hari, Death, and Luna/Runa planning who to fuck up protect next

Every single Rookie Nine without fail

(Scroll back up and look at how cute the slimy kitty yawns!!! She’s so cute!!!)

#SasuNaru #Sasuke x Naruto #Naruto x Sasuke #Harry Potter #Female Harry Potter #Harry x Kakashi #Satan has great taste in: SasuNaru #Satan has great taste in: Harry Potter #fluff humor and angst fic #bisexual Harry Potter #Harry is an adult btw don't worry #and NaruSasu is young but cute as shit #they're so oblivious #it's fucking adorable

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Episode 6 Reaction

Hey kiddos! Sorry I didn’t post anything last night; that extra-long episode made me tired! I’m an old lady. Anyways! What did you all think?? I...really, really wanted to like it, for Sarah, but I just didn’t. And it’s not her fault, she worked with the script she was given; the script was just so disappointing. Let’s break it down, shall we?

Warning: I gotta rant, so this will be LONG.

Madison Montgomery

Wow I could watch a full episode just of Madison and Behold being stuck on that drive to the Murder House together. They’re fucking hilarious. I was absolutely LIVING for Billy Porter’s expressions.

I also cackled when she just casually tossed aside Hayden’s skull. I would have paid to see them interact.

I’m glad that they’re at least trying to give Madison some character development, but she was really all over the place with this episode

It made me laugh out loud when she said Tate wasn’t that hot

And then cringe when she called Ben a DILF

And what in the world was that line “if my baby wasn’t cool or good-looking, I wouldn’t love it”? Like, WHAT? Even if that’s true, it was just such a weird and unnecessary thing to say.

And then then just randomly deciding to bring up a super personal memory with a guy you barely know and who might be your enemy.

There’s been no pacing or sense of progression, just awkwardly blurting out information at inappropriate times. Maybe they’re going for Madison trying way too hard to be a different person, and how it’s really not working? I hope whatever it is, they can settle on a tone for her soon.

I will admit, though, that I loved her saying “Cordelia will know what to do.” Tbh, of all the girls, she’s always had the most mother-daughter relationship with Cordelia, even if neither of them would EVER admit it. I do think she really looks up to her Supreme.

It’s also looking like the last name is probably a coincidence, by what Billie Dean said.

Speaking of Billie Dean...

Murder House Characters

The actual FUCK was going on here???

Billie Dean Howard--I was SO excited when she showed up

And SO glad they got her a better wig than she had in Murder House. That was awful.

If “I’ve known a few Montgomery’s in my day” is as close as we’re gonna get to Hotgomery then I am taking it. It’s canon now, fight me.

But man, I wanted her and Constance to interact more! They had such a fun dynamic in the first season!

And then she...disappeared? I know Sarah had to actually direct, but they couldn’t have even had her say “well, I’ve gotta head out, we’re leaving to film at (wherever)” or something?

They could have shortened this episode by 30 minutes if she had just told the witches that Michael was the Antichrist from the get go

Constance Langdon

A queen, as always, but also confusing. I don’t understand any of her story.

First of all, she KNEW Billie’s prophecy about the Antichrist. They both KNEW what Michael would be from the moment they found out he was conceived. And even if Constance didn’t believe it then, you’d think she would have realized something was up when he aged 10 years overnight.

And after being totally cool and actually seeming a little proud when he killed his first nanny, and all that talk about him being destined for greatness, did anyone else expect her to be totally psyched that her grandson was the future ruler of the world? Cuz I did.

And her fourth child finally appears! Man, first Cordelia, now this? Jessica’s tv daughters really can’t catch a break in the eye department.

Aaaaand she’s still a bitch to Moira. You’d think Violet would have taught her about slut shaming or something by now.

Moira

She finally gets to be with her mother and I’m sobbing.

But, we’ve pretty much known it was going to happen for months.

It still wasn’t totally satisfying, though. She didn’t say goodbye to the Harmons, who she was really close with the last time we saw her. She was Jeffrey’s godmother!

And speaking of the Harmons, where tf was Vivien to defend her from Constance’s torture??? I loved Vivien and Moira’s dynamic in the first season!

The Harmons

Man, I was so proud of Vivien for not talking to Ben for like five seconds and then they ruined it.

Ben is still a shit therapist and all-around douchebag.

Words cannot express my anger that literally the ONLY reason Violet showed up was to redeem Tate.

Tate

No. Nope. Rejected. I will never accept that their toxic relationship is okay because “the house made him do it.” Tate is manipulative, sociopathic trash.

Michael Langdon

Okay, metal six-year-old Michael was actually kinda cute, sadly it couldn’t last.

And it’s literally Tate’s fault again cuz why not, he started this whole thing after all.

Aaaaaand more dead lesbians. HE BURNED THEIR FUCKING SOULS UP. What the fuck Murphy. This is not how you do representation.

The whole thing with the “signs” of his rise to power was neat, and his followers were satisfyingly creepy. Loved seeing Naomi Grossman again.

Though I can’t help but wonder how the actual Church of Satan is feeling about its presentation in the show.

I died when they played “Don’t Fear the Reaper.” This season has such great music.

The relationship between Mead and Michael is still a mystery. Like, now we know how they met--she was one of his loyal followers. But he literally almost killed Constance for telling him what to do. So how did Mead get from worshipping the Antichrist to parenting him?

Final Thoughts/Next Week

All in all, the only actual things that needed to happen in that episode were the coven finding out Michael was the Antichrist and us finding out how Constance died.

I was very disappointed with how the ghosts showed up. There was hardly any interaction--they all just made their appearances one-by-one, gave a dramatic speech, and then went off to some sort of happy ending.

Also, very sad Madison didn’t even make one jab about Cordelia being too busy fawning over Misty to investigate this herself.

More background next week with a little bit of time back at Hawthorne. Looks like we’ll be introduced to Joan Collins’ new character, figure out how Dinah got involved with the witches, possibly find out how Myrtle got resurrected (I’m hoping), and see PAPA LEGBA!!! I was SO hoping he’d show up in this season, and I will be SO mad if he doesn’t make at least one comment about getting annoyed with all the times Cordelia called him up trying to bargain for Misty’s soul. Because we all know she did.

Speaking of Misty, if we’re going back to Hawthorne, we’ll find out for sure whether she’s still there or has gone somewhere else (like with Stevie), but they’d better actually tell us where she went, not just ignore the fact that she’s absent.

This episode also means that they DID know who Michael was and what he was going to do in 2018, before the Apocalypse. So they must have had a plan to stop him--what happens with it? If my parallel timelines theory holds out, we won’t know if it works until the very end.

#american horror story #ahs apocalypse #ahs spoilers #apocalypse spoilers #ahs murder house #madison montgomery #behold chablis #billie dean howard #constance langdon #sarah paulson #ryan murphy #jessica lange #vivien harmon #ben harmon #violet harmon #ahs moira #misty day #michael langdon #tate langdon

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Day 15 Dresses: What Little Girls Wear

Disclaimer: Revolutionary Girl Utena and associated characters are the creative property of Be-Papas. Warnings: Canon-typical violence & language, Psychological issues and discussions, Discussions of gender Pairings: AnthyxUtena Rating: T Synopsis: There’s a question that Utena seems to always get no matter where they go, but Anthy seems to have grown a fondness for the way Utena answers. She wonders what Utena remembers, and what scars still linger from Ohtori. AnthyxUtena. Sapphic September: Dresses.

A/N: I was really nervous and really excited writing this entry which is probably what took me so long. I feel the need to thank my friend @ladyloveandjustice in particular for having amazing meta and analytical reviews of Utena that were not only a great pleasure to read, but really helped me to understand and feel comfortable enough with Anthy and Utena’s characters to write this prospective happy future for them. So thanks so much, Nev! You are a boon for lovers of fictional ladies everywhere!

She is wearing a dress that gathers in frills around her knees, even as she sits on the picnic blanket, a book in her hands and an equally large hat floppily set atop her head. The wind is gently flowing through the curls of her hair as her eyes dance across the page quickly and quietly. Reading in her third language takes Anthy some additional time, but she finds this particular book worth the difficulties of translation, especially as Utena lays back, had comfortably cushioned in Anthy’s lap, eyes closed in a light sleep.

When her second hand isn’t needed to turn the page of Miss Plath’s poetry, Anthy instead rests it in the tuffs of Utena’s shortened locks, fingers caressing the soft scalp beneath.

Their day is seemingly tranquil, even as the sounds of others playing in the park ring louder, as children call out and the grasses and bushes grow reaching toward a perfect sky.

The day is so good that Anthy almost misses the bounce of the football against the ground a few feet away.

For a moment, Anthy hesitates. There is a learned instinct to take the oncoming ball unflinchingly. To accept its trajectory as purposeful and malicious. And to lay blaming, scornful eyes on the small group of children behind it afterwards.

But she then takes her hands away from their respective tasks, ready to shield her face instead since her hesitation has taken away the opportunity to stop the ball—

Anthy isn’t sure why she ever doubted what would happen next.

Utena, with seemingly otherworldly reflexes, reaches up and grabs the ball from the air before it can strike Anthy. Her hands smack into the sides of the ball that it almost makes an echo around the park.

The little kids who were running perilously toward them in an attempt to stop their mistake all pause, a group of five boys with a little girl in pigtails trailing behind them, stumbling against her dress all the way.

Together, they seem a little shocked by Utena’s actions.

Somehow Anthy joins them, despite having been around Utena’s athleticism for far longer. She smiles and straightens her hat, reaches for her dropped book.

After a yawn that Utena is clearly exaggerating, she opens her bright eyes and smirks at Anthy. Her arms are still fully extended as she holds the ball in place. “Be careful. They say a lady reading is dangerous,” Utena jokes, pulling herself up to a sitting position and palming the football.

Her resting smile, a sarcastic note to her forgotten, brittle self, tidies her dress. “They say many untrue things out of fear,” Anthy replies candidly.

There’s a look to Utena’s face that clearly says she doesn’t quite get what Anthy’s saying but she also doesn’t dwell on it long. She gets to her feet with a seamless leap and spins the ball on her finger as she nears the kids. There’s something about kids that Utena shows a near otherworldly understanding of despite them usually causing the opposite reaction from Anthy.

“Careful, kids! There’s more than just your football game in the park today,” Utena jokes as she walks up to the boys. She smiles comfortingly to the boy in the front, no doubt the kicker, before she tosses him the ball. He accepts it with a grunt.

“That was awesome how you caught the ball, mister,” another boy compliments Utena.

“Huh?” Utena replies, blinking a few times, as if it is the first time this mistake has been encountered by her. “I played lots of sports in school, so that’s why I caught the ball. But I’m no mister!” She puts her hands on her hips and smirks at them.

“Oh, sorry, young man,” the boys call, already losing interest as they run to get back to their game.

Utena pouts and huffs, crossing her arms.

Anthy’s more than ready to just return to her reading when she notices the younger girl who had been chasing after the boys. She feels drawn to the little girl in her bright pink dress and folds her book over her lap. Then she watches as the little girl stumbles and falls, out of breath and tearing up as the boys run back to their game. None seem to have even noticed their play friend has fallen behind.

The parallel is not lost on Anthy, her eyes dull some as she watches, brows knitted in concern. Old scars across her back and chest, shoulders and thighs, wrists and ankles, feel alive again. The pull of the bindings of an old life. A life that hasn’t been gone for as long as Anthy would like.

But Utena is not bound in the same ways. Not that Anthy sees at the moment, at least, because she is immediately alarmed by the girl’s fall and steps over to her, dropping on one knee to help the girl up worriedly.

“Uh oh, looks like you’ve hurt your knees!” Utena says softly to the girl, brushing off her long dress of dirt and grass while taking note of the red blood beginning to seep through the fabric around the girl’s knees. Without hesitation, Utena looks back to Anthy and their picnic blanket. “Himemiya! Do we have bandaids?”

“Yes,” Anthy answers, looking toward the basket she packed. “And tea.”

“I didn’t ask about tea,” Utena responds, scooping up the tearful little girl and carrying her over to Anthy.

“We still have it, though,” Anthy informs her, digging through the basket. “Do you think she will like Oolong?”

“I think she’s going to like a bandaid,” Utena replies, not reading into the subtly.

Humming to herself, Anthy unpacks another teacup and spoon, then a pack of tea.

“Anthy,” Utena groans.

Not rushing, Anthy pulls out some bandaids and a first aid kit. She is quick to open up a small towelette of antiseptic, looking to the girl. “Can you pull your dress up so I can clean your knees?” she asks.

The girl is still sniffling even as she pulls up her dress to allow Anthy to do just that. “Thank you, Miss,” she says respectfully, even when the sting of alcohol makes her flinch.

“You know, you really should put on some shorts or even a skirt if you’re wanting to play football,” Utena says offhandedly. “When I went to school, there’s no way they would have let me wear a dress to sports practice, even if I had wanted to wear the dress uniforms.”

Anthy pauses her nursing of the little girl to glance up at Utena, to read her eyes to see if any hint of awareness was there. If the scars of Ohtori were there for more than Anthy alone to bear. Seemingly, however, Utena was free of the full implications once more. Talking ambiguously about school without anything more than a flippant tone.

“Dresses are what little girls wear,” the girl answers.

The statement draws Anthy away from her deep evaluation of Utena and puts her back to putting bandaids on the girl’s scrapes.

“Hm. I guess some little girls wear dresses,” Utena answers. “But I guess so can little boys.”

The confused little girl finally turns and takes an actual look at Utena, as if she took the appearance of her savior for granted the first time. Her mouth opens then closes. “You’re not a man.”

Utena blinks a few times and then rolls her eyes back. “Everyone’s so surprised.”

“You have short hair! And your clothes aren’t girls clothes,” the girl almost scolds.

Anthy presses her thumbs along the bandaids to secure them in place. But the girl flinches back and lets out a little cry in return.

“Careful, Anthy,” Utena says in concern.

“Would you like some tea?” Anthy asks the girl innocently, ignoring Utena’s comment.

The girl looks between the both of them. “Are you… picnicking together?” she asks.

“Utena is my bride,” Anthy answers, already pulling out the thermos of warm water to poor into the teacups for their tea.

“You saying it that way always makes it sound weird,” Utena laughs. “Can’t you say that we’re engaged to be married?”

Anthy looks up at Utena, eyes glimmering with vulnerable truth as she so rarely shows. “It’s nice to have someone I can say is mine and who can say I’m theirs back. It’s nice to say it if you mean that you have each other.”

Scratching at the line of her jaw as she laughs, Utena shrugs. “I guess so.”

The little girl sits on the picnic blanket with them, quietly processing things. “You’re both girls… and you’re also getting married?” she asks, brows furrowed.

Anthy offers the girl her tea last. “Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know,” the little girl answers honestly. “I’ve never met anyone before like that, just boys and girls. Boys with girls. Girls in dresses.”

“Not wearing dresses got me expelled from school I think,” Utena says, scratching at her chin as she thought back on the subject. “That’s it, isn’t it? Because I wore pants?”

“No, Utena,” Anthy corrects but does not elaborate.

“Ah, well,” Utena answers before looking at the confused little girl with a big smile. “That’s where Himemiya and I met! In school. The first time. Then we ran into each other again after school. And now look at us!”

Utena tells the story as if it’s full of coincidences, not long searching and investigations that took Anthy the better part of a year, traveling the countrysides in search of her prince-that-was-not. But then again, Anthy supposes that that, along with many other things about Ohtori, are not Utena’s to remember.

The girl looks at her tea, then looks to Anthy. “If you like girls… why do you wear dresses?” she asks.

“I like girls and dresses,” Anthy answers, taking a sip of tea herself. “And tea.”

“Dresses aren’t normal for me, but they’re normal for some people,” Utena elaborates. She then smiles at the girl. “The important part, and the hard part, are finding out what’s normal for you, right? Then doing that.”

“Even if it’s boys wearing dresses?” she asks. “And girls wearing pants?”

Utena shrugs. “Maybe.”

The girl seems disinterested in her tea, and more with her thoughts. “Maybe it’s only normal for you two girls,” the girl thinks, reluctant to heed Utena’s words.

“Then I am glad to be the only ones normal,” Anthy says smartly as she keeps her eyes closed and sips her tea all the same.

“Everyone deserves to do what they think is normal for them no matter what, don’t they?” Utena says in a much more reasonable fashion.

“I think so,” the little girl says, sipping her tea then getting back to her feet. “I need some pants to play,” the girl says before pulling up her dress above her knees and beginning to run back to the play field. “Thank you, married girls!” she calls back as she runs.

Utena smiles fondly after the girl. Anthy smiles fondly at Utena.

“You are amazing,” Anthy says softly.

Humming, Utena turns back and smiles at Anthy. “Good call on the tea, I think it really calmed her down.”

“If you think so, my bride,” Anthy says, picking up her book and setting aside her own tea.

“My bride stuff again, yeesh,” Utena huffs before falling back ungracefully, her head once more sinking into Anthy’s lap. “You’re never gonna get tired of saying that.”

Reading Synthia Plath, Anthy only smiles to herself. “No. I will never tire of changing.”

#SaphSep2017 #writing #Utena fic #Utena Tenjou #Anthy Himemiya #Anthy x Utena

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rosecocoas · 7 years

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Kirli: 1, 2, 3, 5, 19... Chris: 2, 3, 17... Angie: 2, 17... Emery: 3, 5, 8, 17... El: 5... Jaspar: 19... Ravi: 19... Glen: 19... All/Your Pick: 11, 15, 18... Running Out Of Hell characters: 13... + any other questions that catch your eye :D

I AM SO GLAD TO KNOW YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THESE ASSES?!! YOU ASKED FOR IT:(heads up, this is very long and idk how to do the read more thing)1. what was the first element of your oc that you remember considering?Kirli: I wanted a demon severely loyal to Mephistapheles, who was the main villain at the time. Both Chris and Ravi, the only other demons, were against Mephi for a most part, so I felt the need to have SOMEONE side with her? I also really wanted a demon OC with succubus tendencies lol2. did you design them with any characters or ocs from their universe in mind?Kirli: She was originally supposed to be the parallel of Chris; driven and passionate, instead of lazy and uncaring like him. I also wanted to give Tessa a designated demon , so she was built around Tessa as well! Chris: I really wanted to give Emery, who was the first to be created in ROoH, a friend, but not a GOOD friend, so Chris was brought to life! I also wanted a dynamic akin to Jonathan and Sock from W2H , which I was (and still am) very into at the time!Angie: Lol I looked at Emery and Chris, the only two ocs I had for this story atm and thought, "holy shit, they're basically two incompetent fools. I should give them a voice of reason." Levelheaded Angie joined the story then. She had, no significance to the plot other than to tell them not to do stupid things??? She's more rounded out now tho :D3. how did you choose their name?Kirli: Her original name, Twyla, was because we read a story in English class about two girls, Jessa and Twyla, and it was a story I found interesting, so I wanted to incorporate an Element from it into my own story! For some reason, I really wanted to make her name mean 'dirty carpet', so Twyla changed to Zikina Tapis, and then the Kirli Tapis we all know and love Chris: .... I actually have no recollection on WHY I decided his name should be Chris???? He just kinda, felt like a Chris.Emery: I think I met a girl named Emorie at a church thing, and her name was just so pretty , that it stuck with me an I desperately wanted to use it somehow? I looked up different ways to spell it and decided on Emery!5. is there any significance behind their hair color?Kirli: she dyed her hair pink after seeing a rlly cute girl with pink hair! It drew attention to the girl, which, Kirli craves attention, and decided to do that as well! Her hair color is originally a medium brown.Emery: His most cherished memory from his childhood was seeing a rainbow for the first time. His mom and dad had taken him to the park for a picnic, and it rained on them for a while at the beginning, but they ate under a gazebo and waited for it to let up. He was so mesmerized by the beauty of the rainbow. It felt like pure magic. When his mom was reduced to a vegetable state, he tried to cling to his happiest memories for stability, because his dad was isolating himself and he had nothing else to lean on. When he ran away from home as a teen to perform magic, he dyed a part of his hair rainbow (he had to bleach the whole section, then dye small segments the different colors one at a time) to remind himself of how he felt that day.El: Hers was purely for the color scheme, but I think I've decided that all mermaids from where she's from have unnatural hair colors? (wow what a jarring difference from Emery's reason lol)8. what, if anything do you relate to within their character/story?Emery: honestly, I based a lot of his childhood off of mine, so I relate to him in that way? We were both forced to grow up a little too early due to parental problems, but Emery's dad was a bit more of an extreme case. His dad turned to drugs to forget the loss of his wife, or at least the woman he fell in love with. On a bit of a lighter note, I've always loved magic, so I relate to Emery's fascination with the unexplainable!11. did you know what the oc's sexuality would be at the time of their creation?All: Not really. I never really consider romance in my stories, so their sexualities weren't thought of until much later! Jaspar was the first oc from ROoH to get a confirmed sexuality, I think ? Emery and Angie were the most recently decided, and Chris and Kirli's are still To Be Determined.13. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?ROoH: I dont have anything decided AFTER the story, but I do have what happened BEFORE ? Chris, Angie, Jaspar, Kirli, and Ravi all have more or less ideas on how their human lives played out, if this counts as an answer. Chris and Angie met while trying to immigrate to America in theeeeee 1800s-ish, Angie from Iran and Chris from Switzerland (haven't fully decided??) they fell in love , Chris died in a fire, Angie died of ,,, something (haven't decided this either). Kirli lived and died in 1300-ish England, Black Death. Jaspar lived in Minnesota, early 1900s, cause of death unknown. Ravi lived in Germany all his life, cause of death: not sure yet, again. Probably something random like food poisoning knowing him.15. what is something about your oc that can make you laugh?All: Every time I think of Chris's power to turn things into lawnmowers I laugh because,,, what a dumb power omfg,,,, ALSO THE FACT THAT A MAIN BAD GUY IS JUST. AN EVIL SNOWMAN THAT CURSES A LOT. LIKE,, WHAT. 17. Is there some element you regret adding to your oc or their story?Chris: I mean, the whole thing he does at the end (not gonna spoil :3 ) was pretty shitty?? Like he didnt talk the person out of sacrificing theirself, just kinda accepted he was gonna Stab™. At least he felt guilty afterwards...Angie: I think at one point she was a narcoleptic??? which, that served no purpose to the plot. I regret having that as a trait for her. I also feel bad for not letting her bond with Tessa? She's her guardian angel and still doesn't care for her as much as she should :(Emery: ...... just his entire backstory. so sorry my child I love you I swear-18. what is the most recent thing you've discovered about your oc?All: The fact that Angie remembers all of her human life was a recently discovered thing (so, she remembers her and Chris's relationship, while he doesn't. She dislikes him a lot because now she looks at this trash demon and thinks "I,,,,,, dated that thing???? *barf emoji*") she also hates that he doesn't remember at all, she finds it annoying.Also a recently discovered thing! A reason for Kirli's hatred of humans! Thanks to you Lea!!!!! Kirli died during the Black Death epidemic, so her death went unnoticed. She was brought back as a demon quickly after her death, so she got to watch as her corpse was just tossed to the side without a second glance. Kirli watched as humans dropped dead and were treated in the same respect, and it disgusted her. She reasoned that all humans must be like this: jaded and uncaring towards each other. She refused to look at anything humans did as redeeming in any way, and even any good they did she labeled as a negative trait. "American humans fighting for freedom? well who took away their freedoms in the first place: humans. Famous artworks? All made to prove to others their life is worth something, even though the paintings often went unappreciated until the artist's death."19. What is your favorite fact about your oc?Kirli: The fact that she tries fake like she has a French accent to make herself seem more impressive?? And also the fact that she had a French SO (who was also a demon) that actively taught her the wrong French words for things. "How do you say 'Die a slow and painful death' in French" "omelette du fromage" "thanks hun"Jaspar: The fact that he tries so so so hard to become friends with Emery? Who he knows everything about because he's Emery's Guardian Angel, and he just loves Emery to bits and wants to be around him forever. His passion for Emery and humans in general, for short?? Also he has a strong Minnesotan accent which I LO VE. Ravi: The fact that he has this awful power to make someone relive their worst memory just by touching them, and he refuses to use it just because he is a soft boy who doesn't want anyone to suffer. Also the fact that he's a hella big Mephistapheles Fanboy.Glen: He's always getting nosebleeds from fighting so much??? And his solution is to put A BAND-AID on the bridge of his nose??? Honey that's not how it works. He knows nothing. Luckily angels heal over a short amount of time regardless, so his ignorance doesn't cause any long-lasting damage.Lea you are a trooper for sending me OC asks, bless you and thank you for wanting to know about these garbage babies(and also watch out for some questions about YOUR ocs :333c)

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evakfanficsrecs · 7 years

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Could you recommend your personal favorite fanfics? Whether they are chartered or one-shots, I just need some recommendations, thank you!

I already did that - here, but because the post is over 3 weeks old, I feel kinda obligated to do a Part 2 because I’ve definitely acquired a few new favorites since then. Soo… enjoy! ;)

Little disclaimer: these are (again) in no particular order, but I decided to number them anyway, just to keep a better track.

Half Blade and Half Silk by smokeshop ✓ Summary: uni!au; Isak’s friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won’t stop calling Isak baby and Isak’s bad at pretending to hate it. College AU where Isak’s past is a little more colorful but Even still won’t leave him alone.

Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? by allyasavedtheday ✓ Summary: The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.” Ah. No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful. He’s got golden hair mussed and curling over his forehead and cheekbones not even Michelangelo himself could sculpt and the most well-defined cupid’s bow top lip Even’s ever seen. Also he’s shirtless. Did he mention that part? There’s a stunning, shirtless boy in his kitchen with pillow creases still on his cheek and Even can’t do anything about it because he’s Eva’s one night stand. Fuck.

open the pod bay doors by iriswests ✓ Summary: Even’s trying to write a script for his class, Isak happens to catch a glimpse of the shit show, and they fall in love over a story of parallel universes.

behind the curtain, in the pantomime by dahlstrom ✓ Summary: Basically, Isak is just never going to speak to any of his friends for the rest of his life. Which shouldn’t be too difficult, since he’s pretty sure he’ll be spending eternity in this auditorium surrounded by these screeching revue nerds, what feels like a thousand of them. This is it, this is his own personal hell.

Afire Love by pressurerin ✓ Summary: Isak can’t seem to stay out of trouble. A hot firefighter makes trouble seem not that bad.

sweet creature (but we’re still young) by kittpurrson ✓ Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.

the region of the summer stars by thekardemomme ✓ Summary: flower shop!au; Someone keeps sending Isak flower bouquets and Even happens to work in a flower shop.

Draw The Line (Need To Know That You’re Mine) by thesoulsailor ✓ Summary: fake dating!au; Five times Even pretends to be Isak’s boyfriend, and one time there’s no pretend at all. Or the 5+1 Fake Boyfriend Evak AU we all deserve.

torches (life’s too short) by xxLeviBech Summary: “My mom used to tell me my thoughts would pour out of my ears if I kept thinking too hard.” Isak threw back another fry, keeping his gaze down. “That’s pretty fucked up, man.” Even deadpanned, making Isak snap his head up in a laugh .“Fuck you,” He giggled, tossing one of the soggier ones at Even and being decidedly unimpressed when he caught it in his mouth. Or, a canon divergence AU in which Isak’s childhood is exponentially more severe – where he can’t remember coming to school without bruises, a bottle of hand-sanitizer, and long sleeves. It’s fine, he’s fine. It wasn’t for his friends, though; and that’s how he wound up here, in a fold-up chair every Tuesday and Friday, talking about his experiences with other post-secondary kids diagnosed with some kind of PTSD. It’s also where meets a guy whose name starts with the same letters as everything, because that’s… exactly what he is.

Make a spark, break the dark, find a light with me by LostInAdmiration ✓ Summary: Isak can’t sleep, so spends his nights wandering around the street. Even works the night shift at the store around the corner, and they bond over their mutual insomnia.

( ✓ - completed fics/oneshots)

#andie likes #anonymous #evak fanfics recs #evak fanfiction #skam fanfiction #answered

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riisinaakka-draws · 7 years

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It has only been a little over a year since I started watching the show and joined the Black Sails fandom. I posted my first fanart exactly one year ago and it was the one above. Thus far I have drawn over 100 of them. I tried different mediums and styles, both for practice and for capturing the essence of the things I wanted to share. Some of them are great, some are silly, some are a bit out of character or not so good in other ways and some ended up surprising me in many ways. All are nonetheless very precious to me.

Under the read more there's a list of all my doodles thus far. Most of them feature Flint, Silver or both of them (there will be more of the other characters in the future, no worries). I have to admit I laughed quite a lot while going through these again. This is a really long post.

This is a list to show what sort of things there are and also for my own amusement and archiving purposes. The list is in chronological order, from first to the latest.

I tried to make this as concise as possible, but the tag/navigation page is here if you want to find something specific or don’t want to go through all this:

- Flint takes care of Silver's leg in the darkness of the captain's cabin.

- Some quick doodles of Flint, ballpoint pen

- Sharkdate cuties (really scrappy doodles of Silver gazing at munching Flint)

- Progress. A continuation to previous pic. Silver holding a cup, covered in blood and looking affectionally at Flint. Here’s a giffed version.

- Silver and Flint go for a night walk in winter and Flint finds the streetlights amusing. Modern Au, beanies and the BS logo

- “See any treasures, Capt'n?” Billy to Flint who is looking at something “shiny” with his spyglass.

- What if Silver stole that certain ponytail and made it into "a rabbit's foot"? And what if Flint had a medallion with pictures of the Hamiltons and later a lock of dark curls... I returned to this idea several times after this, lol. (still secretly wishing that anyone would write a ficlet about this).

- Overload of Blackbeard - several doodles of different adaptations of BB

- Shark hunting. Flint has the shark on his lap and Silver stands in front of him. Composition inspired by that infamous Wolwerine and Nightcrawler cover.

- A gif of Blackbeard with flowers in his beard (I share a birthday with Ray Stevenson, that's why).

- a quick sketch of displeased Jack

- The Red Lollipop. Flint eating candy which is distracting to Silver, inspired by this awesome post (x). Silver steals the sweets and peels some potatoes. Bonus: Randall and Betsy the Cat.

- Draw me like one of your quatermasters... Flint doodles sleeping Silver in the Captain's log.

- Random sketches of Silver and Flint. Learning to draw their faces

- Flint with a horrible mustache and Silver with a long braided beard. (I should redraw this someday..)

- Flint takes Silver for a ride (modern Au with motorcycles). The Walrus gang follows "the flagship"

- Black Sails moomin AU, part I (I had so much fun with these).

The domestic modern beach au serie with 15+ doodles, various characters, inspired by this hilarious post (x). - Jack takes pictures of everything and Vane ends up buried in the sand - Silver puts some lotion on Flint (Billy tosses people up in the background) - Max and Anne Bonny enjoying each other's company - Rogers is going to get hit by a beach ball "accidentally". Anne, Max, Vane and Jack in the background - Ben Gunn shows his ship kite to Billy Bones - Vane and Flint swim butterfly. Silver (*.*) - Vane flips his hair like a merman, Eleanor is drinking and enjoying the view. - Mr Scott and Mr Gates enjoy their drinks at the bar while others fight in the water. Max and Eleanor gossip together. Anne and Jack hold hands like otters on swim rings. - Silver and Flint sleeping on the sun, Flint has a book on his face - The Ranger Crew swimming. Jack is slathered in sun lotion, Anne waits for him and Vane makes a joke. + Mysterious swimming trunks. - Silver is the sneakiest shit and likes to creep underwater and drag people down by their legs. - Silver and Flint eating ice cream + some early sketches in a gif - the Fucking Warship (minivan) rides to sunset, Vane is forgotten in the sand but do not worry...

- Silver and Flint sing the song "Dynamic Duet" from Starkids' Holy musical B@tman!

- Nooooooooo! Flint shaves his head, Silver doesn't take it well.

- Silver's character development. From little shit to actual scary fuck

- A HUG. (silverflint, done before s4. I really needed a hug)

- Bloodthirsty Bunny & Squinting Squirrel, (furries, i am so sorry)

- Flint brings water to Silver, a scene from the show. <3

- Sweetness of touch. Flint gets his hair/head touched by his loved ones.

The Walrus crew acquires some chicken. A lot of them. And a parrot. - Billy and Joji are tending them - people playing board games and ignoring the chickens - a coc- I mean a rooster between Silver's legs - Silver holding some chickens and Flint meeting "the Captain Flint"

- Flint gets his ginger crown back...sort of

Chickens, part II. Flint sends his regards. Teach has taken Anne and Jack to fishing and they get a surprise "gift" from the Walrus.

Fanart about Silverfin, a thrilling and unbeliavably funny (nsfw) silverflint fic by @jadedbirch and @zoinomiko (can’t tag u for some reason..).

Go read it :D I made some (sfw) fanart inspired by it (spoilers). - a comic of the tragic night - reunion and crowns (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

- (a recap, not really a tutorial) about some of my messy work methods.

- Anne Bonny, without her hat, ready to kick your ass, season 3

- A portait of Max

- Every fashionable pirate captain needs a hat! Silver buys some silly pirate hats. Inspired by @vowel-in-thug's fic (part V, nsfw) and the CBeebies Bedtime Story etc.

- "Support". Silver and Flint approaching the Maroon camp.

- A portrait of Long John Silver on his way of becoming the legend

- Swords and time. James McGraw - Captain Flint. Sword placement comparison, gif experiments etc. (I really like this one)

- A canary. Flint finds a sad-looking caged bird aboard a merchant ship and then reads books to it in his cot. Inspired by @old-long-john's sweet and beautiful fic (x). Also thanks to @captain-flint for spotting the bird cage in s1.

Inktober 2016, 20+ doodles, various characters - Silver, a sad little face doodle - A bringer of death and destruction (Flint as an angel of sorts). Quick doodle with a brush - Silver and Flint. A little doodle with an ink-dipped cotton swap - "Hungry", Silver and Flint find the whale and prepare to hunt sharks. - "SAD?" NOT TODAY! There's always Silver Lining. Silly and shitty puns. - "Hidden", The treasure has been buried. - "LOST", Silver and Flint look for a bird on board the Walrus. - "ROCK", Ben Gunn and Billy Bones play rock-paper-scissors. (sorry, still no better doodle of them) - "BROKEN", Benjamin Hornigold misses his chair. - "Lock the door", Flint on the floor of his cabin when they were becalmed ;_; - "TRANSPORT", Anne Bonny takes Jack Rackham to safety on a horse. - Madi, a little sketch - "Dufresne admires his new tattoo" - "TREE", What difference does it make? Captain Naft shares his insight. Froom and Crisp agree. Morley and Randall (+ Betsy the Cat) are not impressed (for obvious reasons...). - "RELAX", A nice afternoon at the seaside with some of the brothel girls - A little sketch of John Silver again, because I cannot resist him. - "Flint has a meeting with Death". - "ESCAPE", Flint has retired and Silver still sails the seas. Occasionally he visits James and steals some of his baked goods (with some help from his crew and birdies). - "FLIGHT", a sketch of a parrot on a napkin - "SQUEEZE", Jack Rackham enjoying his bath - "LITTLE", a little sketch of Max and Anne kissing in little rain, under Anne's huge hat. - "Surprise", Charles Vane lurking in the water - "And then! You won't believe what the.." Hal Gates and Billy Bones spend their free afternoon gossiping and having fun - "Forget-me-not" / "one dozen", Miranda finds some familiar flowers and thinks about Thomas. - "BURN", Thomas, James and Miranda, just eyes. Inspired by the powermetal duet "Wish I Had An Angel"

- Oooh, What does my reflection shoooow ~. (Lovable) Little shit.

- Accidents with the spyglass. Flint acts like an asshole, Billy and Gates are having none of it, Silver is yet to learn.

- Death builds a raft and follows the Walrus.

- Portrait of Eleanor, the Merchant Queen of Nassau

- "long johns and puns". Silver is looking for a new pirate style and Billy offers to help.

- Black Sails Moomin AU - part II

- Silver at the wrecks, light and visual practise

- Eleanor Guthrie and James Flint, looking in / out. visual practise, parallels and contrasts

- My Heart Will Go On, but I'll keep your ponytail and get a parrot for my duets. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

- Muldoon's tattoo ;_;

Some of the following have season 4 spoilers:

- Eleanor does some embroidery (of bees and fuck-yous)

- How Silver gets his new crutch (Israel Hands is handy)

- Flint and the Wanderer above the sea of fog

- Flint's mouth saying FUCK infinitely, a gif experiment

- "That's my wee lad, Gimli." Berringer's locket and asshole Rogers.

- For a moment there was a Hat Trio. Teach, Jack and Anne

- Silver and Madi, canon kiss

- The Spare Ginger. Silver doesn't like Eleanor's plan. Madi and Israel Hands try to comfort him.

- Eleanor Guthrie, a green portrait

- Long John Silver must make a tough choice, while Flint enjoys his capture at Eleanor's expense

- All those extra spyglasses in 4.08. Maybe the answer was Israel Hands' hoarding.

- Fresh air on the balcony of the Walrus. (a drawing of the ship at night). There're celebrations on the deck, Flint and Silver have a private talk.

I find it endearing how this list ends with the balcony one. Like a parallel (ha!) to the first one, where Flint and Silver are having a private moment on board of a ship, although it is a different ship and at a different time. A year ago I had no idea where this all would lead me and how much I would learn and get to experience *pats my past-self in the back awkwardly and fondly*

Looking back at them (doodles) I feel both proud and slightly embarrassed of my enthusiasm. I have never done anything like this for any other fandom. I have never felt so much and had such an urge to engage in this sort of thing.

This show, its creators and crew, this fandom. Just something unbeliavable. I cannot find the words to say how much I appreciate you all. The brilliancy, the humour, the love in all kinds of forms. I am so glad I stumbled on this show (it was a gif or a fanvid about ep 2.05 that made me aware of this show, btw. I cannot remember it clearly anymore and for a moment I thought Crossbones was a pilot for Black Sails and almost missed everything, but that's a story for another time...)

Know this: I have loved sharing this experience (the show, the fandom) with you and I appreciate everything you have given to me or shared with me. I will treasure this. (I apologize not thanking more people individually, but this post would’ve never reached its end otherwise).

*throws hearts and forehead kisses to the best and inspiring fandom and the greatest show that broke my heart and healed my soul so many times*

All the possibilities and love to you. Thank you <3

(This is not a goodbye, btw. There’s still so much more to come!) (◠‿◠✿)

P.S. All this started as doodles so that’s why I have kept using that word eventhough it doesn’t really apply to many of these anymore...

#black sails doodle #anniversary of my descent to black sails hell and heaven #<3 #i can't really think of any tags for this #a list of things I have drawn for bs thus far #for archiving purposes #what a journey :D #I hope this is readable #there are several unfinished ones waiting but i am not going to spoil the fun yet #i hope there aren't many errors in links or tags #I won't tag or thank more people individually (at least in this post...sorry)#(better to not have too much stuff in one post)

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