#(you let me make the augustus show)

[navree]

How can you humanize Maegor , if you will make a show about him?

It depends on how far back you're willing to go in his life, because really up until he takes the crown, you can do quite a bit to humanize him and make him someone people want to engage with, without woobifying him or trying to excuse the truly heinous things he does. Starting backstory onwards, there are lot of ways to do this. There's a lot of room to play with in his childhood and the interpersonal relationships that should be his strongest tethers to humanity, but aren't: his relationship with his brother, his relationship with his mother, and his relationship with his father.

Aenys and Maegor are a relationship that was doomed to fail since birth. For one, while the age gap isn't huge, five years is still pretty significant in terms of differences in development as children, which definitely got in the way of any bonding. For two, they also appear to have largely grown up separately, with Aenys spending most of his time by Aegon's side in King's Landing, and Maegor being raised on Dragonstone with Visenya, before the two essentially switched places with Aegon at Dragonstone and Visenya overseeing the construction of the Red Keep in King's Landing. For three, there's also the external factors, such as their incredibly different personalities and viewpoints on basically everything, as well as the fact that, when Maegor was born, Aenys was only very recently removed from the complete breakdown he had due to his trauma over his mother's sudden death, and likely still wasn't in a state to be trying to forge new bonds with anyone who wasn't Quicksilver (and Aegon, but Aegon's grandfathered in by being his literal dad). So Maegor, who we know wasn't making friends on Dragonstone and just in general was probably really isolated from kids his own age due to it being Dragonstone (not unlike how we see with Shireen Baratheon) also isn't getting any kind of connection from anyone close to his own age throughout his entire childhood.

Really, the only person Maegor is close to in any capacity is his mother, Visenya. She's the parent he grew up with, his primary caregiver and his closest relationship not just in childhood, but likely throughout his entire life. In the nature vs nurture debate on childrearing, she's the one who was providing the nurture. Nearly everything about Maegor, his personality and his view of the world and his personal philosophies and his love map in his brain, among many other things, all of that was shaped by Visenya and her influence on him and her care and devotion for him. And with no one else really around to provide him any sort of companionship that he might have needed, and with his other parent being incredibly distant and barely a parent, Maegor likely latched onto her incredibly strongly. I think, if asked, Maegor would say that, should he be found capable of love, Visenya would be the person he loved the most in his life (I'm of the opinion that his relationship with Tyanna was him trying to find a significant other that most reminded him of his beloved mother, not entirely dissimilar to the way that Henry VIII felt that an ideal wife would be one who was almost identical to Elizabeth of York). And we know that this is something that persisted long after childhood, into his adulthood Visenya was his strongest supporter and Maegor relied on her a lot early in his reign, and was publicly devastated when he learned that she had died. His mother was the only parent he ever really knew as a parent, certainly the family member he loved most, adored even, especially in such sharp distinction with Aegon as a distant father. And speaking of that distant father...

I love Aegon, he's one of my absolute favorite Targs, but he was practically just a parent in name only to his second son. And that's going to do a number on someone, no matter who they are. Maegor's father doesn't much care for his mother, certainly doesn't seem to care for him at all personally, and despite the fact that Maegor is probably far more like Aegon, and a far worthier successor, than Aenys, Aegon still dotes on his eldest while barely spending any time with Maegor. And it's not because of anything Maegor's done, or even anything Aenys has done: it's entirely because of Aenys's mother. Aenys is Aegon's favorite, his precious son, not because of anything Aenys has done to earn that, but simply because he is the son of Aegon's beloved Rhaenys, and that his very existence is a way of having Rhaenys still with him after her disappearance/death. We know that Aegon was forever incredibly affected by what happened to Rhaenys and that he never stopped loving her, given that he openly wept when he held Rhaena and was informed that she was named after her grandmother. Meanwhile, there's Maegor, whose own mother's relationship with his father was never very good (marriage of duty for them vs the Aegon/Rhaenys marriage of desire) and had become incredibly cold and distant by the time that he was born, and you can very easily see how that might ultimately affect a kid. He's watching his mother be completely ignored by his dad just for being the wrong woman, he's dealing with himself being completely ignored and passed over in love and affection just because he's the son of the wrong woman, because his mother isn't the lost ghost that Aegon loved and won't ever be able to stop loving. How much of Maegor's prowess in fighting, not to mention the unchecked aggression he showed during training, was borne of trying to impress his martially skilled father and being upset when it didn't work? How much of his continued presence in tourneys and melées was to show Aegon that he was a much better son than Aenys, that he deserved the love Aegon was freely giving his brother just as much? Was there ever a time when he resented Visenya for being his mother when that was enough to make Aegon uninterested, and did he ever hate himself for blaming the wrong person, or blaming anyone at all? How much did he internalize his own feelings about it as the relationship never got any warmer? How did he feel when Aegon finally noticed him enough to knight him himself, and make him the youngest knight in the realm at that? Did Maegor ever want to talk to him about it once he was a young man, did he ever want to try and forge a stronger relationship on his own merits as an adult, did he ever even try?

There's also the matter of Balerion, which is as much its own relationship as a subset of anything that can be played with as it pertains to Aegon and Maegor. For one, we know that Maegor point blank refused to claim any dragon because he felt that Balerion was the only one worthy of him. And you can take that at face value, but you can also go deeper into it, into the ideas that Maegor might not be consciously aware of. Maybe he wants to try and connect with his father on some level through the dragon bond. Maybe he looks at how Aegon gives Aenys so much, his companionship and his throne and his sword and his love, Hell he even gives Aenys a Valyrian bride (Alyssa Velaryon) but demands that Maegor settle for a simple Westerosi, as if he's lesser than and not the blood of old Valyria. And still he waits to see if maybe Aegon will give him something. Maybe once Aegon is too old for dragonriding, he'll give Maegor Balerion, or at least give Maegor the opportunity to try, to prove himself as Aegon's son, to have that connection. And when Aegon doesn't, when it's still Aenys getting everything Maegor might not even realize he wants, that's just another disappointment for him.

But Maegor does get Balerion anyway, once Aegon dies. He finally gets a connection to Aegon that's his alone, and it's after Aegon is already dead and likely after Maegor was already hardening into the man he would ultimately be remembered as. Not to mention, even on its own, Balerion and Maegor's bond is a good way to show a human element to the man. I've always maintained that, when it comes to Targaryens, the most unconditionally loving and the most openly affection and emotional we should see them should really be with the dragons. With their magic and their Valyrian blood and old world roots and just everything about them, even if you don't subscribe to Targaryen exceptionalism, they are pretty far removed from the place they actually live; culturally and ethnically and socially, they are not Westerosi and certainly in Maegor's time, don't see themselves or are seen by others as Westerosi. The dragons, products of Valyria's heyday, are the closest living beings that Targaryens can relate to, and this is doubly important when it comes to Balerion, who was born during the reign of the Valyrian Freehold, who was alive before the Doom. Balerion is a living cultural heritage, and for someone as isolated as Maegor is (and, as we see in his actions re: his marriages and the Faith, as divorced from Westerosi customs and standards as he is), having that connection is probably the deepest one he'd have, bar maybe his mother, and even then, despite that closeness and love, their mutually cold personalities probably made it hard to be open in any deep affection once Maegor started growing up. Dragons and their riders are practically one being, they feel each other's pains and pleasures and angers and grudges and triumphs, and Maegor having something like that, along with the connection to a father he never really was connected to, adds a human element to the man that he was, despite the fact that he used Balerion to do terrible things.

You can also do a lot with Maegor's actions before his own kingship, specifically the reign of his half-brother Aenys. In spite of their differences and distances, in spite of the shadow of Aegon and the relationships he had with his sisters that affected his relationship with his own sons in turn, Aenys does embrace Maegor with open arms. He gives him Blackfyre, another possession of Aegon's that Maegor must have coveted, and he promises that they'll rule together. They're both adults now, and Aenys seems emotionally sensitive enough to have realized that Maegor probably has some deep rooted issues borne out of things that were set in motion before he was even conceived. And while Visenya might have scoffed at the gestures Aenys made for Maegor, Maegor appears to have taken them really seriously. He personally crushes a rebellion against Aenys in the Vale, and makes huge showings of his loyalty by fighting really hard for his brother against his foes. When Aenys makes him his Hand, Maegor takes that responsibility really seriously and is willing to obey Aenys as his Lord and King, as well as protect him. This seems to have been loyalty that was reciprocated, since it's noted that, when Aenys exiles Maegor for his bigamy, he does it because he felt he had no other option than to be mad at Maegor for what he did, due to the huge public outcry, and even then he still offers Maegor a way out. He only exiles him because Maegor refuses to set Alys aside (another way to humanize Maegor, he takes Alys as a wife despite it being a big taboo for most Westerosi and in spite of her being from a pretty minor noble House, and he refuses to leave her even at the cost of losing his home, he keeps her by his side and he refuses to give her up when there were likely a shitton of better options to deal with his childlessness, to say nothing of women from greater Houses with more potential for him politically, but he CHOSE Alys), since Aenys felt that this was the only choice left to him. And Maegor abides by the exile. Yeah, he takes Blackfyre even though Aenys asked him to leave it, but he still goes into exile, and he stays in exile. Aenys rides Quicksilver and Maegor rides Balerion, the two dragons literally go toe to toe with each other and it's so massively onesided because Quicksilver doesn't stand a chance. If Maegor wanted to, he could have very easily repudiated his exile and decimated Aenys if he tried to enforce it. But Aenys told him to go, so he did, and he stayed gone until Visenya came to fetch him back with the news that Aenys was dead. He respected Aenys's word as king, his sovereign authority as liege lord and as the elder brother, and even if he might not have entirely thought the man worthy of what he had, that does speak to a sort of deference in spite of the complexities of their upbringing, and a willingness to obey Aenys despite everything about their personalities.

So, by the time Maegor comes back from Pentos to usurp the throne, there's a lot that can be used to humanize him and make him a compelling protagonist. A close but somewhat stilted relationship with the only parent to have ever tried with him, an unfulfilled, desperate need for approval and affection from a parent who couldn't give that to him due to circumstances entirely outside his control, a brother he didn't know well in his youth and might not have thought worthy of what he had and certainly been jealous of but that he still respected as king and fought hard to defend and that he deferred to even when he didn't have to, at least one marriage that, in spite of what little it offered him and the clusterfuck it caused, he valued enough that he refused to set aside, and an intense bond with a fearsome dragon that you can make him value more than almost anything or anyone. All of that set up can then be used for an extraordinary fall from grace, to watch the potential and nuance slowly grow darker and darker and darker as Maegor does increasingly horrible things, treats the people in his life increasingly badly, descends further and further into the tyranny and madness that will utlimately kill him. There's bright spots that can be used as well, like the fact that he does have Jaehaerys as his heir and doesn't seem to have had him or Viserys treated that badly, even though they were prisoners, and that he didn't actually set out to kill Aegon the Uncrowned at all until Aegon decided to take back his throne and amass an army. Then, as we've watched Maegor slide further and further down, we can watch with a sinking dread as he annihilates Aegon beneath God's Eye, as he turns on Alys and extinguishes her family, as he has Viserys literally tortured to death to punish Alyssa and Jaehaerys and Alysanne for their escape from Dragonstone. So that, by the time we get to shit like the completion of the Red Keep and the Black Brides, we see that Maegor is incredibly far gone, and we can only watch as all the complexities within him are swept aside by the monster he's become, so foul and loathsome that the eldritch abomination that is the Iron Throne finally kills him to stop the madness.

It's not about woobifying Maegor or excusing him. It's about providing a reason for the audience to look back on who he was as he becomes what he was always going to be, to give explanations for why he does the things that he does (how much of his initial militarism and violence and heavy-handedness, before he went doolally, was borne out of not just his martial prowess as a kid but also watching Aenys's version of ruling not work, for instance), and to get people to understand and feel his initial motivations so that the later stuff also makes sense, and so that you're watching something akin to a doomed fall when he becomes Maegor the Cruel. These are, at least to me, some of the most important and influential ways you can humanize Maegor as a character if you're planning to center him in a proper narrative story, without filing down his edges and keeping him as the kind of person he is. Extrapolate on why he is the way he is, and then show him how he is throughout his lifetime and what he does, along with the how and why of what he does.

#personal #answered #anonymous #maegor targaryen #maegor the cruel #yeah i've got a lot of thoughts about the conquerors and the dragon's peace and the sons of the dragon #anyway remember what i said about rhaenys being the glue that held the family together? #rhaenys's death being the reason that everything starts to fall apart? #rhaenys being the figure that looms large over the early reigns of the targaryens? #rhaenys being the ghost that haunts this entire family and won't ever leave them until all the people that both knew her #and were affected by her are dead? yeah i stand by all of that #it's why i'd want a sons of the dragon show to be preceded by a conquest show #so that the intense shift in dynamics and characters once she's gone makes sense #so that the very essence of the story changes when she dies #but anyway i've got Feelings #@ hbo come on guys!!!!!! #i'm right here i'm willing to work for very little money on this!!!! #(and then once i get y'all raking in cash through my correct opinions about the conquest and the sons of the dragon) #(you let me make the augustus show) #hope some of this makes sense i've been thinking about these characters a lot #so sometimes it's hard to organize it all into a cohesive essay

[mo-mode]

Back on my Screenwriter soap box while watching PJO: They should have bought a bunch of oil diffusers.

(Edit: This post was made before someone pointed out to me that I missed a key line of dialogue, but my points and theories still stand for the same reasons backing up my original post so I’m not changing anything. The dialogue I missed lets us know that Hermes told Percy the lotus was being pumped into the air off-screen. It’s also implies (? I’m still on the fence about this one?) that Hermes told him what day it is, but I missed these during my first three watches because of how quick and vague it was. Which actually kind of supports my point on why visual indicators are so important. Without these, it’s easy to miss key information. And remember, it’s a kid’s show. ANYWAY my conclusions haven’t changed, and I still believe these edits would work better than the quick line of dialogue so just keep this in mind. Thanks.)

(I’m not being nit-picky. I swear. Just hear me out.) So the weirdest thing to me in episode six was how Percy just…learned everything so quickly without any visual indicators? Like they know time passed because it’s dark outside, but how did he know it was Thursday? They know they were affected by the lotus flowers, but how does he know it was pumped into the air? This irked me because even if he’s smart enough to figure some of this out himself (which he is) we as the audience should still be able to follow his thought process instead of learning after the fact.

What if there were oil diffusers?

So imagine the trio walks into the Lotus, figures out this is like the Odyssey, and decides not to eat anything. They waltz in super confident that they cracked the code, but they were wrong. How do we know? Because the moment they enter the crowd, we get an establishing shot of a lotus-branded oil diffuser letting out steam.

Immediately, we as the audience realize their mistake, making it just that more tantalizing to watch. As the episode continues, we realize they’re everywhere. There’s a diffuser in the plants, on the counter, between the game tables, always right out of the corner of our eyes. They just keep churning out lotus-scented oil into the air, which we can infer because we’re smart. (Remember that.)

Now when Percy realizes what’s going on, we know HOW they’re doing it and HOW Percy knows without being told!! Because they were there the whole time.

Onto Thursday.

Consider: A watch.

What if Hermes has the only watch in the casino until the trio walks in with their own?

Let’s give Annabeth one of those cheap, funky watches that gives the time, day, month, year, etc. Something you get from a kids toy catalogue. It’s waterproof, glows in the dark, has an alarm or whatever. I feel like Annabeth would have one of those. (And honestly, she might already. I forgot.) The most important feature for us, though, is the day. It clearly tells us the day of the week.

It’s pretty easy to establish that Annabeth has the watch. Just do it the same way they establish the date: Percabeth arguing over it in the truck. Annabeth shows him the watch. Establishing shot of the watch’s face. That’s it. No bells or whistles necessary. Then when they get to the casino, Annabeth checks it one more time (without an establishing shot, she just does it casually) and they walk in.

(It’s so easy. I promise.)

While Grover is walking around alone, he tries to check the time and realizes there’s no clocks. (Which ngl is super common in casinos already, but it’s creepy nonetheless.) Yada yada, he gets sucked in by Augustus and that’s how he gets got.

Meanwhile, Percy and Annabeth keep meaning to check the time, but every time they do, someone tries to hand them an appetizer or a drink, which makes them forget OR Annabeth’s hubris keeps her from checking. (Percy: Time check? Annabeth: Its only been five minutes. We’re fine. We need to focus.)

And that brings us to Hermes. After their chat, yada yada, Annabeth “leaves” and Hermes gets all cryptic, then he makes a BIG show of checking his watch, and THAT’S when Percy realizes something’s wrong because oh no they haven’t checked the time. So he finds Annabeth, they see it’s dark outside, they check her watch, and it’s Thursday.

“But we didn’t eat anything!” Annabeth says. Percy looks at the diffusers by the entrance. It dawns on him. “They’re pumping it into the air.”

That’s how you VISUALLY SHOW US THINGS instead of Percy just figuring everything out off-camera and telling us!!!!

Now, you may be thinking “Oh but do they have the budget for that??” Do you know how cheap these props are? Just bulk buy like six oil diffusers, slap a homemade sticker of a lotus flower on them, and keep moving them into every shot. And they’re quiet!! They wouldn’t interfere with the sound, the steam is visible enough to be caught on camera without messing with the lighting, they actually look really cool in some lighting, and they fit the atmosphere of a hotel/casino!! Then the watch is like $15, fits with Annabeth’s character, and totally matches her outfit.

It’s CHEAP! It’s EASY! It DOESN’T CUT INTO THE RUN TIME! It’s AESTHETICALLY PLEASING! ANNABETH GETS A SICK WATCH!! NO DOWNSIDES!!!!

The biggest problem with this show isn’t how accurate it is to the book or how much money they have or that they’re “Disney-fying” it. The problem is they are TELLING US things instead of SHOWING us. And not to beat a dead horse because everyone’s heard of “Show Don’t Tell” but like??? This is exactly why everyone is taught this over and over again in school?? Because people still do it anyway all the time???

There’s also something else I learned (or really just picked up) when I got my B.A. in Creative Writing: Good shows are predictable.

Whether it’s a case of the audience learning what’s going to happen before it happens or them watching the show again and realizing how obvious the answer was the whole time, audiences always want to feel smart. They want to interact with the material. If you don’t give them the opportunity to pick apart the mystery themselves by setting down clues, they’ll give up on interacting with the show and lose interest. That’s why you SHOW them things. There are several moments where this show is completely unpredictable, not because it’s complex but because it doesn’t let you predict it. That doesn’t make it bad—the comedy and character development is doing a great job of carrying the show’s weight so far. But it definitely doesn’t make the show good.

It’s like Rube Goldberg machines. Or dominoes! We don’t watch those crazy 1000+ domino videos so we can watch the last one fall. We watch it to see HOW they fall. Take one domino out, and it’s unsatisfactory. It doesn’t work anymore.

But some oil diffusers and a watch??? Little clues that make the realization that more visually appealing??? THAT’S SATISFYING

Anyway, these are just two things that could have been done, but weren’t. Most of the show is stellar. I think it just needs a little bit of editing here and there. I studied this for like years, and I needed to get this off my chest. That’s it.

Rick Riordan, if you ever see this, I am available for hire :) I would love to be a script doctor please please please please

#THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #I swear I can be so helpful Rick #hire me #i’m a screenwriter i promise i’m legit #btw this is NOT an opportunity to say you hate the show in the notes I will find you #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #percy jackson tv show #pjo spoilers #percy jackson the lightning thief #pjo series #screenwriting #grover underwood #annabeth chase #hermes

[portablegoose]

Woooo so the Magnus Protocol premiered and I have things to say and things to overanalyse!

As we know, 'Chester', 'Neil' and 'Augustus' are, maybe?, Jon, Martin, and Jonah, respectively. Hence this:

And, of course, there's 'J1', 'M1' and 'J2' in the trailer.

However, I've seen confusion over the fact that the third 'Error' is voiced by Tim Fearon, who as far as I'm aware has not previously voiced any characters in the Magnus universe. Even though the name is distorted, I can make out what looks to be an H at the end of the name, so this very well may be Jonah.

My theory is this: 'Augustus' is Jonah (or just his voice). However, since the body of Elias was killed in the Panopticon, Jonah does not use Elias' voice anymore. Jon, Martin, and Jonah are all disembodied, if we are to believe they are somehow inside the computer/other technology (ie Alice/Sam's phone in the pub scene) or in some way somewhere adjacent to the world of Protocol. So it could, in a dream-logicy eldritch sense, follow that Jonah is able to survive in his own creepy old ass man way, and use his original voice. Obviously, I cannot corroborate this claim in any meaningful way. We have not heard Augustus speak yet, but I think it is a possibility nonetheless.

The fact that Augustus supposedly shows up to read cases aloud significantly less than Chester and Neil could also be a clue. Maybe Jonah is weaker than Jon and Martin due to his injuries, and is therefore unable to materialise as often as Jon and Martin. Maybe the voice that speaks the true cases (because, similarly to how true statements were identified using the tape recorder in TMA, I imagine true cases will be singled out using the text to speech system) is relevant to the case itself - ie, Jonah only speaks when a case is heavily linked to the Eye, etc.

Furthermore, there's the question of who is spying on who and when/why. By this I mean that we hear our perspective switch between devices (the phone, the computer, the security camera during Colin and Sam's interaction, etc), and I believe that this happens because one or more of the 'Errors' (as I am going to refer to them henceforth) is travelling between devices to spy on the characters' conversations. What we hear is dictated by what the Errors, characters who have prior knowledge of the Fears, deem important. This is backed up by the episode's closing scene: Colin's paranoid closing lines. It is clear that Colin believes someone is listening to them, and it is implied that he has made a connection between this and the Errors. What intrigues me is the Errors' motivation for doing this at all. If what they deem important is what we hear, and this is the first that we are hearing, then it seems to me that it is Sam's arrival that has given them cause for concern, or (in Jonah's case) hope (if he is plotting to return, or something, I don't put it past the scheming weasel). So, why are they listening? And how can we really tell if what we are hearing is the spying of Jonah, or of Jon and Martin?

Another thing. Jonny makes a point of letting us know that Alice does not think the work they do is of any significance, or is checked by anyone. She constantly mentions it in passing and is very casual in her attitude towards work. We obviously have the foresight to know this isn't true. The reason I point this out is because of what Sam does when filling out his paperwork: he ticks the 'Response' box, to which Alice responds that it doesn't matter. This could be nothing, it probably is nothing, but I feel like the fact that Sam has ticked the onboarding box of a mysterious department of an already mysertious organisation might come up later...

Yes I know I am jumping to a lot of conclusions, especially where the Errors are concerned. Please take every theory you hear, from me or anyone else, with a grain of salt, this is all speculative. From a writer's perspective, I honestly think it's pretty likely that Chester and Neil aren't actually Jon and Martin, and just their voices taken by the Web or something, but shh I can dream.

Edit: oh my god they changed his name to Norris that is even worse. Jonny and Alex were fr like 'neil is too kind, we need the name to be Chester levels of horrific'

#tmagp premiere #tmagp spoilers #tmagp trailer #tmagp arg #tmagp #tmagp speculation #tmagp theory #tmagp sam #tmagp alice #samama khalid #alice dyer #colin becher #gwendolyn bouchard #lena kelly #tmp arg #tmp #the magnus protocol #magnus protocol

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smosh fics appreciation post 📚✨

( will keep updating this! also, send me fics! )

last updated: mar 24, 2024

fluff recs 🧸

spommy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

he said baby (that’s what he called me) — @jovenshires

we can leave the christmas lights up ‘til january — @jovenshires

everywhere i go (leads me to you) — @lilac-hecox

shaymien ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

right where you left me — @jovenshires

start of something new — @shaynetopps

the more i get of you (the stranger it feels) — @sardinespooks

dog tired in puppy love — @tommybowefuneralattendee

car lights — @slutfors8n

take away (everything) — @thimblees

i don’t wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips) — @punk-gremlin

i fall in love (just a little more) — @picassowithapencil (amangela)

paint night — @punk-gremlin (ianthony)

nobody gets me (you do) — @punk-gremlin (shaymanda)

the other way around — @tommybowefuneralattendee (tommien)

i had a fever until i met you — @feral-teeth (courtgela)

chaptered ⏰

‘till apathy do us part — anon (action, lil ianthony)

i can feel you in my blood — @santaslittleslut (action, lil ianthony)

come over (again) — @punk-gremlin (ianthony)

donut galaxy — @funeralroast (action/shaymien)

cough syrup — @quyinn (shaymien)

angst recs 🩹

the kintsugi kid — @kileykao (ianthony)

seeker — chutea (ianthony)

somewhere only we know — @kileykao (shaymien)

angel dust — @shaynetopps (shaymien)

summer sun for you forever — @lilac-hecox (jackmien)

everywhere i go (leads me to you) — @lilac-hecox (spommy)

i want you to hold me (please never let go) — @legalespeon (spommy)

running and she’s running again — @lilac-hecox (amangela)

smut recs 🌶️

shaymien ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

kiss and make up — @watchthequeenconquer

and i watched a change in you — @wispmother

the sum of your broken parts — @quyinn

make me — @bluebirdrules

protecting what’s mine — @bluebirdrules

do not open before christmas — @tommybowefuneralattendee

off the cuff — pixenpixels

say so — amongtheshallows

fellowship of shame — @notthatalex (nintendogs augustus/chosen)

shaynse ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

that peanut’s looking real good — orphaned

i can drive you to football practice — orphaned

shayne x [person b] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

perfect fit — @lilac-hecox (shaymanda)

no body, no crime — @lilac-hecox (shaynthony)

anything you want — @howtomflirts (shaynthony)

forgive my lying eyes — @tommybowefuneralattendee (shayncer)

just dive right in (third time’s a charm) — @tommybowefuneralattendee (shayncer)

what happens on the games stage, stays on the games stage (i hope) — @gay-nonderogatory (shrevor)

show and tell — @punk-gremlin (polysmosh)

it’s fine, it’s okay (i’ll die anyway) — @jaxthejester (antmien)

my crush with eyeliner — @blondeforyou (spommy)

miscellaneous / AU ✏️🌎

loveless — @ashesember (shayne character study)

i’ve been having revelations — @ifearimlosingtheroom (courtmangela)

a field of yellow flowers — @unknownteapot (amangela)

womanhood — @ancientvamp (baf legacy)

#fic recs #smosh fics #smosh fanfic #smosh fanfiction #since we need more positivity in the smoshblr fanfic writers community apparently #p #ref #smoshblr positivity gang #shaymien #amangela #ianthony #shaymanda #shaynse #shaynthony #spommy #smoshblr #smosh ships #antmien #shayncer #smosh rarepairs #rpf #shipping #smosh #courtmangela #courtgela #polysmosh #smosh nintendogs #tommien #shrevor #jackmien

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Luxiem Drabbles

Scenario: Luxiem's significant other turned into Luxiem’s own fan mascots. Word Count: 3.3k+ all in all Genre: Fluff, comedy, & comfort. Note: I apologize in advance if the Luxiem boys are a bit OOC. I tried my best, and I hope you enjoy!

Vox Akuma:

Around the palace of the voice demon, you wandered the great long corridors, admiring every single detail and structure of the castle. As you walked in the halls, you would check each of the rooms to see if everything was in order before Vox Akuma returns home.

By the end of the hall was a door that you have never seen before. Curiosity has drawn you into the room. When you opened the door, it was an isolated room. You only saw some things that might have belonged to Vox. An album, a samurai sword, and other trinkets that you could possibly find. You felt like you were crossing Vox's privacy, so you tried to leave the room quickly.

However, you heard a small voice enter your mind. You turned around and no one was there. You looked around again just to make sure no one is in the same room as you, but you noticed red mist surrounding you. You looked for the source of this mysterious smoke, and the mist comes from the shiny Oni mask displayed on the left side of the room. Inhaling the smoke made you draw closer to the mask. There was no holding back anymore as you touched the mask before you fell unconscious.

A few moments later, you wake up in a random room and see Vox's trusted assistant, Oni Giri, trying to wake you up. Oni Giri explained about what happened to you, and how you passed out all of the sudden from the curse of the mask. Now, you turned into a biblically accurate fallen angel with eight dark wings, a huge eye, a pair of black horns with horizontal golden lines, white hair, and extra two white wings. Your new transformation made you look like one of his Kindreds. At first, you weren't able to process it properly, but when it did, it hit like a truck and made you panic. You worry about Vox's reaction.

It didn't take long before Vox arrived hurriedly in the scene, as it was right for you to worry because he tries to hold you like a plushie and examines you for any wounds.

"Darling, who did this to you? I swore if I ever find this person, I would absolutely hunt them down!"

Before things could even get dirty, Oni Giri explained the whole situation which calmed him down, but still wary about how you are feeling at the moment. Once you two are alone, Vox holds you in the most gentle way possible.

"It's alright now, my beloved, I'm here now. Let me take care of you like how I take care of my other Kindreds."

Soon enough, he leads you to a room filled with lots of friendly Kindreds and also locks the cursed room to keep you safe from the curse hitting you again.

Kindreds take one of the unique form as they appear like biblically accurate fallen angels. Their form can spook or scare someone, but Kindreds are sweet creatures. Kindreds are known as one of the most loyal species to their owner as they were drawn to the demon's sophisticated and alluring voice. At first, Kindred thinks very highly of their owner due to his elegance and his royal-like demeanor. Now, they still look up to him but in a different way that they got to see his true self free from expectations. Also, Kindred would work hard in helping whatever they can to do to show their gratitude to Vox. Whether someone is a Kindred or not, no one can resist the demon's charms and wit, so they will always fly back into his arms.

Luca Kaneshiro:

In the four corners of the manor, you waited for your boyfriend and mafia boss to come home from an important mission. It was getting too lonely whenever he had an errand to take care of in the mafia, so you had to find new ways to entertain yourself for the time being when he's gone.

This time, you were drinking some tea in your bedroom with Luca's lion cub, Augustus, idling away and enjoying the peace you have to yourself. The tea you were drinking was a gift from Shu since you want to try and explore different tea blends. Halfway through drinking the tea, you were getting a bit dizzy, and Augustus noticed it. He kept nudging you, but you assured him that you were fine. You don't know if it's from the tea or just from the times you spent with so much passion with Luca on the bed, but you can't keep your eyes anymore that you ended up passing out on the bed.

You woke up feeling normal but still groggy, trying to recall what happened before you passed out. You looked at the time and it's five in the evening. You feel like it's still too early for Luca to come home, so you will be expecting him sooner or later. Augustus saw you were awake and kept licking your face.

"mmm... Augustus, you know I'm sleeping. You can wait for Luca to come home and play with you."

Usually, you would get up from the bathroom and wash up after your nap, but something doesn't feel right when everything in your vision looks a bit bigger. You didn't feel like going to the bathroom this time, so you reached out to your pocket mirror by your nightstand and saw you turned into a small lion cub like Augustus.

"Wait- Augustus, what happened?! Why am I small and I look like you?"

You examined your features before reaching out to your phone and contacting your boyfriend. Although you know he's on the mission, it won't hurt to call him in the middle of his work, right? Surprisingly, he picked it up immediately.

"Oh, hey, babe. What's up?"

"Sorry for bothering you, Luca, but can you come home a bit earlier?”

“Oh yeah, I’m already on my way home, Y/N. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

You hung up as you slouched on the bed. While waiting for Luca, you played with Augustus. After exactly ten minutes, Luca barged into your room feeling a bit upbeat.

“Baby, I’m home! You sounded like you were panicking through our phone call. Are you alright?”

He expected to meet his partner on the bed, but he was surprised to see that his lover, you, turned into a Lucub. The young mafia boss may look amused about your transformation, but don’t let his expressions fool you because he’s clenching his fist.

“Alright, who did this to you? I just want to talk-”

“NONONO, it’s alright, maybe it’s temporary.”

Before you could explain yourself, Luca was already calling his friend, Shu, to ask him what to do in this situation you are in. He eventually hung up after talking to the sorcerer.

“Shu said you’ll be back in your own physical form tomorrow. Don’t worry too much, okay? It’s not good for you.”

As much as you were worried about how you will turn back to your normal self, you can’t help but listen to Luca. All your thoughts disappeared as you felt your man’s hand petting you.

“You look so adorable, and you really are fit to be a Lucub.”

You laughed at what Luca said and his bright smile made your worries fade away.

“Well… I’m your biggest fan.”

“Haha, Pog!”

From there, you and Luca played games and talked all day together along with Augustus by your side. It’s always nice to be with your number one himbo.

Lucubs are similar to lion cubs and the spitting image of Augustus. Additionally, Lucubs took an oath to work as bodyguards under the Kaneshiro mafia. They tend to be very huggable and lovable towards their owner as they really cherish him to the point they would kill everyone in the room and then themselves. Their owner may describe himself as the “mean and evil” mafia boss, but they try to prove him wrong and call him a “himbo.” Whether one is a Lucub or not, one will always ask if they are now facing the sun due to how bright his smile and personality is.

Ike Eveland:

It was an ordinary day as you cleaned out your boyfriend’s streaming room. Ike was out for the day to buy some groceries for the two of you, so you wanted to return the favor by cleaning his room. You were simply dusting his novels when suddenly a book fell off the shelf. It was an odd-looking book with an ancient design. You decided to open it, and the book glowed which then blinded your sight of vision.

After a while, you opened your eyes, and everything around you turned big from your perspective. You looked into your reflection on the marble floor and suddenly, you turned into a huge white ball of fluff with a blue feather on top. You were panicking, but you even panicked more when you heard yourself only saying small squeals and soft noises. After a small breakdown, you decided to wait for Ike to return home.

A few moments later, Ike returned a bit frustrated from driving to your shared home; however, his road rage somehow disappeared when he saw a huge white ball of fluff with a huge blue feather sticking out on top of it. The novelist pauses on his tracks and tries to have a double take if he is seeing things correctly and not just being delusional. Knowing that you cannot explain things by words, you picked up a pen and a paper to describe what happened.

“So you’re saying that you turned like this by a book from my shelf?”

You nodded apologetically while Ike picked up the same ancient book that turned you into a Quilldren. He scanned the book and then placeed it back on the shelf.

“Ah, this must belong to Shu. It says here the spell will just last for the whole day. Tomorrow, you’ll return to your own self in no time. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

As much as you wanted to speak with words, you let out sad noises and looked down on the ground. Ike sensed how you felt bad for troubling him, but it’s no trouble for him at all. He wanted you to at least cheer up, so he sat on his gaming chair and patted his lap, inviting you.

“I’ll be having my Zatsu stream today. Would you like to sit on my lap, älskling?”

Hearing those words from him made you so happy that your feather perked up in excitement. You made your way to his lap, and it felt like heaven. Ike started streaming and talked with chat about his usual day and some random topics to throw at. From time to time, your boyfriend will give you head pats and head rubs to assure you he’s there to hold you secure and safe.

The highlight of Ike’s chatting stream was when chat starting to ask for “lap rights” and he gave in after some persuasion from you and other Quilldrens. When his stream ended, Ike laughed and patted you once more.

“You and the Quilldren are a feisty bunch aren’t you? Hehe, never change, my älskling"

Quilldren come in various sizes, but they appear like fluffy cotton balls with a blue feather on top. Mostly, Quilldren can convey their feelings through their feathers similarly to a dog’s tail. These cotton balls may be endearing and sweet but won’t hesitate to bite back to their owner. Despite their different behaviors, they will unite as one to demand “lap rights” from their owner until they get what they want.

Shu Yamino:

You and Shu live together in the comfort of your shared home just chilling in each other’s presence, and you two will always help out each other. One day, he asked for your help. You were planning to do something else, but you were persuaded by your boyfriend and had to bribe you with extra food which led you in helping him with his chores.

Currently, you two are sorting out his spell books that he keeps in the basement. Most of them are collecting dust for being there for too long, so you tried your best to clean them.

"Is it really safe to keep them here? How about you just keep these books in your room?"

"I think it's safe enough as long as I don't chant or activate any spells from the books, and I can't put my spell books in my room because it doesn't fit anymore in there."

Shu smiles while you roll your eyes at the sly sorcerer. You both then get back to work, and you've finished cleaning Shu's bookshelf of spells.

"Alright! We're finally done. Now, where's the food that you promised?"

"Yeah yeah, I'll order the food you want. Just tell me what you want, and I'll order it for you."

As you two left the basement, your foot hit something from the ground and it's a thick book.

"Hmm? I think we might have missed this one. Hold on, I'll just put this back on the shelf."

"WAIT, Y/N, DON'T-"

Before you could even react, there was a glowing and blinding light inside of the basement like your whole life was flashing in your very eyes. You close your eyes for a moment, and then open it. Everything was blurry at first, but it was all clear when you looked in the mirror and you became... a banana?

"AHHHH SHU, WHY DID I BECOME A BANANA?!"

Shu also opened his eyes and saw your sudden transformation. He was silent at first, trying to process the current events unfolding before laughing so hard.

"Eyyyyy, you're a Yaminion now!"

"SHUUU!"

"Don't worry, don't worry! The effects are just temporary, you'll be just fine."

Throughout the whole day, Shu tried to compensate for what happened with a lot of your favorite comfort foods and lots of pampering. Your boyfriend does tease you from time to time though, but you don't mind as long as he keeps paying you back with food.

Yaminions take the form of bananas with stick-like arms and legs, occasionally wearing sunglasses to represent their swag. Unlike Quilldren, Yaminions are on the cooler side of things like their owner. Though they are chill, they don't experience much "fanservice." They go through means in order for their owner to give them some crumbs of affection to go throughout their day. If ever their owner would give a once in a lifetime pick-up lines, who knows what would happen to the hearts of the Yaminions.

Mysta Rias

At present, you are in Mysta’s apartment because he called you to come over. When you arrived, you saw a small note and it was written by your boyfriend, saying he had to leave urgently because of a serious investigation. At the back of his note, he added something and asked a favor to you to look out for his pets “Mystakes.” You sighed, concerned how hard he’s working, but that’s one of the reasons why you fell for him. You opened the door to Mysta’s apartment with one of his spare keys that he gave you.

Once you entered in, all of his Mystakes pounced on you. You almost tripped, but you were able to balance yourself.

“Hey, guys! Hehe, it’s nice to see you all again! Did you miss me?”

The foxes nodded happily as they helped clean Mysta’s room. Looking around at his apartment, there were boxes and some luggage lying around. You were wondering why they were packing Mysta's stuff until you remembered he was moving out to another city. As you watch them pack his things, you can't help but notice how sad they look, so you try your best to cheer them up.

"Awww, don't be sad. It's going to be alright, guys. I know you will miss him, but he says how much he loves you all. Wherever he goes, he'll always carry his Mystakes in his heart."

Some of his foxes are crying while the others are happy for him, but they just want the best for him at the end of the day. You let them process their emotions first before speaking up to give your idea.

"There are still a few days left before Mysta moves out, so better make the most of it with him and just have a blast!"

The small foxes looked at each other before looking back at you mischievously, certainly planning something in mind. This made you a bit nervous when you saw how the Mystakes kept approaching you until they threw themselves and piled on top of you.

"h-huh? w-what are you doing, guys? HEY WAIT-"

Those were the last words you uttered before chaos struck because somehow, you are now in the same physical form as them.

"I'm a Mystake?! How is this possible? Please change me back!"

Mysta's sly pets looked at you feeling proud of their work. It seems that they don't have any plans in changing you back to your original form, so you texted Mysta to just come home ASAP without telling him any details.

This led your boyfriend to get frantic when he read your message. After a while, Mysta finally returns home with a concerned expression on his face. He thought something serious had happened to you, so he ran home as fast as he could. The detective barged in the room and kept screaming your name.

"*huff* *pant* *pant* BABE?! Where are you? I tried to come home as fast as I could after receiving your text. Answer me!"

Looking now at the events before him, his face turned into a blank expression as soon as he understood the situation.

"Ah! Mysta! Thank goodness you are here. I became one of your foxes. Help me change back!"

"Ayo, they changed you into a Mystake, huh? Not surprising though since they can really pull tricks out of their sleeves."

"Will I be like this for a long time?"

"Nah, It will just last for a day. You'll be fine, trust me. I was turned into one of them, and it's not that bad."

You give him a suspicious look before trusting him and letting your boyfriend take care of you. You two, along with the Mystakes, ended up playing some games, chilling, and enjoying each other's company. It was just a usual day for Mysta streaming, but the smallest and simplest things count as precious memories.

After a day of gaming, Mysta ended the livestream and helped you prepare for bed. Even being in a form of a fox right now, Mysta didn't mind snuggling into you for the night. You two then eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, Mysta opened his eyes as he felt the morning light hit his eyes. When his eyes were fully opened, he saw now how you finally turned into your original human form. As much as Mysta wants to wake you up to tell you that, he held himself back to look at your peaceful figure.

Your boyfriend brushed away any strands blocking your face while whispering the words he has been keeping to himself for a long time.

"You may be one of my Mystakes, but I never made a big mistake in loving you."

Mystakes are sly and mischievous foxes who tease and joke around their detective, but their behavior represents as a sign of affection towards their beloved owner. Foxes are known to form strong bonds with their owner or to their loved ones, and Mystakes show how loyal they can be to their owner. They don't hesitate to tell their owner how comfortable they are around him until his final moments. From the start until the beginning of the end, Mystakes stood up as strong ones, wanting for their owner to be happy and live his life to the fullest.

Fin.

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A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for reading my work and for your support >_< Sorry I took so long. This is dedicated to the boys of Luxiem, especially to our beloved detective Mysta Rias. He taught me to stay strong and keep smiling in times of hardships and difficulties. He became a part of my life that I will never forget. Mysta, wherever you are, I hope you are living the best life. I will always pray for you and your safety as you solve the next case. Good luck on your work, detective! Spread the love!

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HL Fic Library 🤣 Fics With Humor

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

🤣 Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches by tomlinsunshine @tornlinsunshine​ (M, 87k)

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

🤣 Harry Styles Cooks… by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships​ (E, 61k+, wip)

In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker.

Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.

🤣 Frankincense-ational by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 31k)

Harry Styles works at the Hillsyde Library with his friend Zayn and best mate Niall. It’s December, which means Christmas, which should be the happiest month of the year…

Except Niall just broke up with his boyfriend, Zayn needs to let up on the rules a little, and the library is getting their fire alarm system replaced, which means that for the next few weeks there are going to be firemen patrolling the library ‘looking for fires’ while the system is down.

Harry almost hits one of them with his car right off the bat - and of course he’s the hot one.

🤣 the butthole series by @kingsofeverything (E, 24k)

a series of standalone fics with a central theme

🤣 That's How I Know by @allwaswell16 (E, 19k)

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

🤣 Man, Deconstructed by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom (E, 13k)

Harry doesn’t need help getting laid and he certainly doesn’t need Niall to hire a professional to ‘sort him out’.

But when a gorgeous man turns up on his doorstep on his birthday to ‘lay some pipe’ in the back garden (who just happens to have the best arse Harry’s ever seen), his world is upended.

OR the one where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.

🤣 One Vote Can Rock the Boat by @2tiedships2 (M, 12k)

“Niall, I need you to come and vote with me tomorrow.”

“Lou, I know we’ve only been friends for about two years now, but I guess I’ve never explicitly told you I’m Irish?”

“You don’t have to vote, exactly,” Louis explained. “But I don’t want to go to a sex toy shop by myself.”

“Have I just entered an alternate universe? In what world does voting for the government correlate in any way to sex toys?”

Or the one where Omega Louis shows off his “I voted” sticker as one of the first 100 customers to get a free vibrator. The beautiful alpha behind the counter informs him that he’s customer 101.

🤣 autopilot by silkbombs (M, 11k)

Louis accidentally sends an unknown number a video of him giving a cockroach a funeral. The weirdest love story ensues.

🤣 Umbrielievable by nikogda / @cyphermedley (NR, 11k)

Three months ago they began to pick up a weak signal. They couldn’t decipher it and figured it was just a satellite they were picking up. Eventually, they were able to translate "Give us cheese" but the rest was still a mess. That message baffled them, and they immediately thought it may be a joke from another country.

Or, The one where Harry is an Alien from Uranus' moon, Umbriel whose inhabitants require cheese to survive.

🤣 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday (T, 10k)

Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

🤣 For a day by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (T, 9k)

“While I appreciate that compliment - you’re right -, it’s not a prank. I swear. I tried calling Harry and Liam, but they aren’t picking up. And like, I don’t know what to do? I just woke up in Liam’s freaking body, and like, he’s a nice lad and everything, but I don’t want to be him?!”

Once again, tense silence fills the line for a second and Louis almost expects Zayn to hang up on him, but his friend speaks up again, voice urgent this time. 

“You’re serious?”

“One hundred percent. I swear.”

or, the one where Harry wakes up in Louis' body, Louis in Liam's, Liam in Niall's, Niall in Harry's and no one picked Zayn.

🤣 Only Been Here One Time by alienharry (NR, 9k)

“Good morning, Liam. Harry.” Louis nods at them both and then cocks his head. “Are you aware you have four nipples, Harry?”

Harry looks down at his chest, suddenly worried. He doesn’t know how many nipples humans have, but four must not be a usual amount. “Should I have six?”

“Not unless you’ve a litter of kittens to feed.”

The Alien!Harry fic I was destined to write 

🤣 Ain’t My Fault by @afirethatcannotdie (E, 7k)

“Liam, M4M is for sex! You posted in a sex forum about your missing jacket.”

“It is not for sex!”

“It is. Trust me.”

“Well, if it helps me find my jacket then I don’t really see why it matters. Besides, someone already texted me about it. This Styles guy’s coming over in a bit to get it.”

“You invited the avocado man to come get his jacket at our flat after posting on a sex forum. Do you see where this is going?”

“I really don’t.” 

“Someone is going to have to have sex with the avocado man!” Louis screeches, and Liam covers his ears.

AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

🤣 Porn To Be Wild by @fallinglikethis (E, 5k)

As Louis Tomlinson writes his One Direction fanfiction in a quiet, isolated corner of the local library, the last thing he expects is for the subject of his story to interrupt him in the middle of a sex scene. But that’s exactly what happens.

🤣 Absolute Beginners by @taggiecb (T, 5k)

Louis would like to think that Niall can't surprise him anymore. He never knows what his friend will come up with sometimes. But when he calls Louis in the middle of the night and asks him to come and hit on his friend, Louis can't help but let curiosity get the best of him.

🤣 Only Reason by @letsjustsee (NR, 5k)

“We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.”No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage.

Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway.

🤣 Catastrophe (Or Not) by grapenight (G, 5k)

Based on the prompt: "Harry's a crazy cat person and Louis is the vet he keeps bringing his cats to with minor concerns like "she's been acting weird lately" and "he didn't poop today so I'm worried" but it's really just excuses to keep seeing Louis everyday"

🤣 Anywhere With You by sweetums / @darlou (T, 3k)

“Do you want some gum?” Louis’ lovely voice interrupts his train of thoughts.

“No, thank you.” Harry responds quickly.

What? ‘No, thank you’? What was he thinking? If Louis Tomlinson offers you gum, you take it. If Louis Tomlinson offers you a vial of vomit, you take it.

“On second thought, gum would be perfection.” Harry actually considers just dying right there as he reaches over to pry the piece of gum out of Louis’ perfect little hand, eyes flitting over to the other man’s amused face.

Why did he say that? He could’ve said, ‘I’ll have some gum’ or ‘gum would be great’ or even a simple ‘thanks’ but no, no, for Harry, ‘gum would be perfection’.

He loathes himself.

AU where Harry gets stuck in an ATM vestibule with Louis Tomlinson during a blackout. Inspired by Chandler and Jill Goodacre from Friends.

🤣 Oh Honey, Honey by @lululawrence (NR, 3k)

Louis hated honey. He didn’t like the flavour, he didn’t understand why some liked it in their tea, he hated when it was put on sandwiches or cake or anything really. But, standing stock still in front of a rather large display of honey in that 24-hour Tesco, Louis found himself grabbing the largest jar of “100% pure London-local honey” and adding it to his trolley, simply because he knew it would make Harry smile.

Louis always wanted to make Harry smile.

Or the one where Louis pines after Harry, Harry is passionate about helping save the bees, and a late night shopping trip gone wrong doesn't end quite as horribly as Louis imagines.

🤣 On the Go by @phdmama (T, 2k)

Prompt: ok so i saw a truck today and i thought it said MANSCAPE but it actually said MAINSCAPE and it was a landscaping company. but then i thought LARRY AU. where louis owns a landscaping company called MANSCAPE and harry thinks it’s some sort of in-home pubic hair grooming company, so he calls to make an appointment, there’s some discussion of whether he wants his bushes trimmed as well, and then when it’s time for the appointment, harry’s like half-naked waiting around in a robe or something and louis shows up with lawnmowers. 

🤣 Zoey by wabadabadaba / @bigxrig (G, 2k)

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

🤣 Stole My Heart by @haztobegood (NR, 2k)

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

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🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you

i loooove this (and u!) and think the classic augustus everett “when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist” would be so perfect with loverboy stevie !! 🫶

omg i actually did this exact line for my celebration last year BUT you so inspire me i have thought of something different here <3 so here's steve coming home to find you asleep

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Steve gets home later than he wants to. This is one of the best parts of his day -- when he's home later than you, you give him this look like he's the greatest thing you've ever seen walk through the door. Well, you look at him like that all the time, but still. It makes him feel good.

But he knew he'd be back way past the time you usually go to bed so he told you not to wait up. He unlocks the door as quietly as he can, shutting it softly and toeing off his shoes without calling into the apartment.

The light of the TV splashes across the otherwise dark living room. Are you not asleep already?

"I'm home," he calls quietly, just in case you're engrossed in the show and didn't hear him. He doesn't want to spook you. But no reply comes.

Steve wanders to the couch and is greeted with a sight that makes him smile like an idiot: you, sleeping with your hands tucked under your head. Your nose is scrunched like you're trying to solve a problem but you're breathing steadily. You tried to wait up for him.

"Hey, there," he says softly. He squats and draws the blanket up a little higher, just watching you for a second. He'll wake you in a second, he really will. He's just...looking. At your eyelashes, the indent above your lips. The curve of your cheek and the arch of your brow. You get flustered when he looks at you like this normally, so he's taking his time. Hell, he's getting a little overwhelmed. He's come home to you hundreds of times by now, and it never stops being a damn miracle. You, loving him. It's overwhelming.

He reaches out and strokes your cheek with the back of one knuckle. Up, down, up down. "God, I'm so obsessed with you," he mutters.

You nose wrinkles again, but this time your mouth quirks up with it. "Creepy," you grumble. Steve groans.

"You caught me," he says. "Move over. My knees hurt." You scoot back into the couch with a yawn and he sits against your hips.

"Missed you," you say. Your clumsily shove your hand under his shirt to feel the warm skin of his hip. He laughs -- you're clingy when you're tired. He could tease you for it, remind you that you saw him this morning, but he doesn't. He knows how you feel.

"Missed you, too," he says, leaning down for a kiss. You tilt your head up and he pecks you once, twice, three times.

"'Cause you're obsessed with me," you say against his lips. "S'okay, though. I'm obsessed with you."

Steve trails his lips across your cheek. God, what did he do to deserve this? "Thank Christ," he says.

join the celebration!

#fvsbeachday #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Three

Masterlist

"(Y/N)!!! Hurry! Hurry!" cried Charlie who was waiting with his parents.

"One second! I'm coming!"

You were finishing styling your long hair (Y/H/C). You put your hairbrush on the bedside table before leaving your room to join the Bucket family. All eyes were on you. You ran your hands nervously over your new skirt.

"It suits me well?" you asked with an embarrassed smile.

"You're so beautiful," Charlie said smiling at you.

"A beautiful young woman" commented Grandma Josephine.

"Maybe you'll finally find a man for a husband," joked Grandpa George.

"Pop," growled Mr. Bucket.

"Come on kids. We gotta get going before we're late," Mrs. Bucket said as she picked up the coats. "Let's go! Let's go!"

You kissed your grandparents who wished you a good day. You were uncomfortable when you kissed Grandpa Joe who patted your back. He refused to talk to you or even look at you. It wasn't your fault it was also your dream to meet Willy Wonka. You were wishing your grandparents a good day, leaving the cabin with your uncle, your aunt and Charlie. The boy was more excited than you, literally making you run to get to the chocolate factory as quickly as possible. Your excitement subsided when you saw the crowd gathering in front of the gates. You showed them your golden ticket. The police let you pass and put you in line with the other families. Charlie took your hand looking shyly at the other children. Beside them, you were doing a bit of a task. Augustus was eating his chocolate with his mouth wide open, Violet was chewing gum loudly, Mike was tapping his foot nervously and Veruca was ordering her father to move the clock forward so he could go inside.

"Badly behaved children," you thought as you pulled Charlie closer to you.

You and Charlie turned one last time to see Mr. and Mrs. Bucket waving at each other and blowing kisses. At ten o'clock sharp, the gates of the chocolate factory opened. Your hand tightened around Charlie's.

"Please enter!"

The group entered quickly, passing the huge gate.

"Come forward"

The group advanced to the huge gates.

"Close the gates!"

The gates closed with an ominous creak as the group continued to advance to the doors.

"Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. Who am I? Well..."

The group stopped in front of the huge doors that revealed huge red velvet curtains, which opened on a musical puppet show that sang the glory of Willy Wonka. Your gaze fell on Charlie. The boy was looking at you as perplexed as you. The other parents and children were also perplexed, except Mrs. Gloop and her son. The end of the show was ludicrous, a firework was triggered which set fire to the puppets, melting them and making their eyes pop out of their sockets. The music distorted before finally shutting up. What had just happened? The group was snapped out of their minds by hearing someone giggle and clap frantically. All eyes fell on the man who was smiling with all his perfectly white and perfectly aligned teeth. Your eyes widened when you saw that the excited man was none other than the strange man who had helped you and offered the clothes you were wearing. The man was quickly climbing the stairs, carefully observing his guests.

"Who are you?" Violet asked with an unpleasant tone.

"Willy Wonka," you say in a small voice.

"Really?" Charlie asked under his breath.

Willy observed his guests with a huge smile, his breathing was noisy. His gaze met yours. You quickly looked away, preferring to focus on your new shoes. God, that was terribly embarrassing.

"Good morning, starshine! The Earth says hello!"

The guests watched Willy Wonka in awkward silence. Seeing this, the famous chocolatier rummaged in his coat to pull out small cards.

"Dear guests, greetings. Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand," he said, holding out his hand to his guests when he realized he shouldn't have said that line. He quickly retracted his hand. "My name is Willy Wonka."

"Then shouldn't you be up there?" Veruca asked, pointing to the throne that had appeared during the show.

"I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, now, couldt I, little girl?"

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie called, taking a step forward. "I don't know if you remember, but our grandfather worked in your chocolate factory."

"Was he one of tose despicable spies who every day tried to steal my life's work and sell it to tose parasitic copycat candy making cads?" he asked in a harsh and threatening tone.

By reflex, you put your arm around your cousin, drawing him towards you, glaring severely at the chocolatier. Willy lifted his head slightly, meeting your eyes (Y/E/C). You held his gaze, daring him to go after your Charlie.

"N-no, sir," Charlie replied shyly.

"Good! Say hello to him," Willy replied cheerfully. "Let's get a move on, kids!"

Willy turned his back on his guests, rushing into his chocolate factory at a rapid pace. Seeing this, everyone quickly caught up with the famous chocolatier. Augustus asked him if he wanted to know their first name. To which Willy replied that he didn't see the point before changing the subject, saying that they had a lot to do. The group arrived in a huge corridor and were struck by the sweltering heat.

"Just drop your coats anywhere," Willy said pulling off his long red velvet jacket which he threw on the floor along with his weird sunglasses.

"Mr. Wonka. It sure is toasty in here," Mr. Teavee said, removing his jacket.

"What?" asked the chocolatier, turning to the man. "Oh! Yes! I have to keep it warm in here because my workers are used to an extremely hot climate. They just can't stand the cold."

"Who are the workers?" Charlie asked curiously.

"All in good time," he said before looking at you. "Now..."

You felt your cheeks blush when you saw his eyes for the first time. He was looking you up and down, a proud smile stretching his lips. The chocolatier started walking, crossing the huge hallway when Violet hugged him. Willy tensed, grimacing in disgust.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregarde!" she said while loudly chewing her gum

"Oh... I don't care," he replied with a small forced smile as he continued on his way.

"Well, you should care! I'm the kid who's gonna win the special prize at the end."

"Well, you do seem confident, and confident is key."

You looked at Willy perplexed. He didn't seem convinced of what he had just said. On the other hand, mrs. Beauregarde was delighted. Veruca rushed in front of the chocolatier who was forced to stop, his expression distorted by another grimace.

"I'm Veruca Salt. It's very nice to meet you, sir," she said with a small bow.

"I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot."

You couldn't help but giggle. Willy looked at you out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile appeared on his lips when his attention was drawn to Augustus Gloop, his face covered in dry chocolate and crunching a piece of chocolate with his teeth.

"I'm Augustus Gloop. I love your chocolate!"

"I can see that. So do I. I never expected to have so much in common," he said halfheartedly before turning back to Mike. "You. You're the little devil who cracked the system. As for you two... you're only lucky to be here. And the rest of you must be their-"

Willy was gagging trying to say that word. Mr. Salt said the word parent, which made Willy laugh nervously.

"Yeah! Moms and dads," he said before his eyes clouded over. "Dad? Daddy..."

"Mr Wonka?" you called passing your hand in front of the chocolatier who came out of his trance. "Are you doing well?"

"Sure, Barley sugar. Let's move along."

Willy turned his back on the small group, advancing to the door which was at the end of the corridor. You couldn't help glancing at Willy out of the corner of your eye. You would never have believed that this extravagant man ran this world-famous chocolate factory. Was this guy making fun of you? He had listened to your complaints against your family, he had offered you his clothes that you dreamed of having. Your fingers twitched thinking of something. Willy knew you had won the day you found the golden ticket. When you first met, he must have thought you looked grotesque in Grandma Georgina's old clothes and he didn't want to be ashamed in front of the reporters. Willy Wonka bought you his clothes to avoid public humiliation. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Charlie's hand tug on your sweater. You realized that the hallway was shrinking more and more. The adults had no choice but to crouch in front of the tiny door. How were they going to get into the room?

"Important room, this," Willy said, pulling out a big bunch of keys. "After all, it is a chocolate factory."

"Then why is the door so small?" Mike muttered.

"It's to keep all the great big chocolate flavor inside! haha!"

This answer was strange. Willy inserted the key in the lock, slowly unlocking the tiny door. The chocolate maker slowly reached for the door, the leather of his glove making a creaking sound, to push the double door wide enough to let the group in. The smell of chocolate and sugar penetrated your nostrils. The ground was covered with grass and some strange plant you had never seen, there was a chocolate waterfall and a river running through the huge room.

"Now, do be careful, my dear children. Don't lose your heads. Don't get over excited. Just keep... very... calm," Willy said calmly.

In shock, Augustus dropped his bar into the grass. You carefully observed the surroundings, not hearing Charlie whisper that this place was magnificent and Willy's gaze resting on you, affirming the words of your young cousin. You didn't notice the glare Madame Beauregarde left you either.

"Every drop of the river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality," Willy began as he walked into the room, followed closely by his guests before turning to them. "The waterfall is most important. Mixes the chocolate. Churns it up. Makes it light and frothy. By the way, no other factory in the wolrd mixes its chocolate and waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank. "

The chocolatier started walking again, leading the little group into the room. All of his sweets made your mouth water, but there were so many things you didn't know where to start. The group was crossing a small bridge, passing over the chocolate river when your attention was caught by a strange machine, flying above your heads.

"People!" Willy called, catching the attention of his guests. "Those pipes suck up the chocolate and carry it away, all over the factory. Thousands of gallons an hour. Yeah. And do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass. Please have a blade. Please do. it's so delectable and so darn good-looking."

"You can eat the grass?" Charlie asked, clinging to your arm.

"Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children. And is, in fact, frowned upon in most societies."

This Willy Wonka had a pretty weird sense of humor.

"Enjoy!" he exclaimed, separating you with a wave of his hand. "Go on! Scoot! Scoot!"

The group quickly separated to run for the sweets they were craving so much. Charlie let go of your arm to go to his side. You were getting closer to a plant made entirely out of some sort of chocolate bulb. You withdrew one of the bulbs uncertainly before bringing it to your lips, crunching the candy. The taste of the chocolate was exquisite and the cream soft. It was the best chocolate you had eaten.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

You jumped when you heard your host's voice. You turned to Willy Wonka. The strange man had his Cheshire smile on his lips as his hands gripped his cane.

"I knew this clothes pulled beautifully, Barley sugar. You look lovely," he praised, smiling at you.

"T-thank you," you say uncomfortably, running your free hand up your skirt. "I thank you again for this gifts, mr Wonka."

"Mr Wonka makes me look old. Please call me Willy, Barley sugar. I would love to know your name too. Now we are no longer strangers."

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"(Y/N)," he said dreamily, testing her name on his lips. "It's a very nice name. So (Y/N), do you like the visit?"

"Yes, this piece is extraordinary," you say, smiling. "There are so many things to taste, but it's impossible to know where to start."

"This way!"

Willy grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the edge of the river where there were flowers whose petals looked like pale pink crystals. The chocolatier picked one of the flowers. He took out a petal and brought it to your mouth. Your cheeks began to blush, you parted your lips, slightly sticking out your tongue, allowing Willy to lay the pale pink petal there. The candy melted on your tongue, the taste was so sweet. Could the morning dew have a taste?

"Morning dew?" you asked surprised.

"Yes, a delicate candy, isn't it?" he asked, picking up a new petal that he was examining before eating it. "So fragile and refined. Kind of like you."

Hearing that, you had a hard time swallowing the candy. Why did he have to say such an embarrassing thing? You were about to ask him why he hadn't told you who he was when you got home, but Willy stuffed the candy into your mouth preventing you from asking any questions.

"Later, Barley sugar," he said in a low, deep voice, running his fingers over your cheek. "We have plenty of time."

"Daddy, look over there! What is it? It's a little person! Over there, by the waterfall," Verruca exclaimed drawing the others' attention.

Everyone was closing in on the little girl, staring at the oddly short man who was working to harvest the sweet plants. You were taken out of your contemplation by feeling someone push you, forcing you to step back. Your gaze met that of Mrs. Beauregarde. She looked you up and down before chuckling. You felt your heart sink when you saw her laughing at you. You nervously played with your fingers, unaware that the other adults had noticed several other identical little men and the story of Willy in the land of Loompaland.

"Augustus, my child! It's not a good thing you do!" growled Mrs. Gloop.

All attention was now on Augustus. The boy was on the other side of the bank, he plunged his hand into the river to drink the chocolate.

"Hey, little boy," Willy called as he approached the edge of the river. "My chocolate must be untouched by human hands!"

To everyone's surprise, Augustus lost his balance and fell headlong into the river. Mrs. Gloop gasped in shock as Willy rolled his eyes, annoyed at what was happening. The boy's mother rushed to the chocolatier telling him that her son could not swim. Despite the urgency, Willy remained impassive. His gaze rested on the pipes which were getting dangerously close. The corner of his lips quirked up as the pipe dipped into the chocolate and began sucking in the liquid. Your eyes widened as the power of the suction began to swirl, pulling poor Augustus in. The boy disappeared into the chocolate before reappearing in the pipe. The pressure from the machine increased, propelling the chubby boy into the pipe.

"There he goes," Violet said in a monotonous voice.

"Call the fire brigade!" exclaimed Mrs. Gloop panicked.

"It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough," Mrs. Beauregarde replied, ignoring Mrs. Gloop's panic.

"It isn't big enough," Charlie replied. "He's slowing down!"

"He's gonna stuck," Mike continued.

"He's stuck," Mr. Teavee said as he saw Augustus plug the pipe.

"He's blocked the whole pipe," said Mr. Salt.

Your attention was drawn to the Oompa Loompas. They had begun to hum and move in rhythm.

"What are they doing?" Veruca asked.

"They're going to treat us to a little song," Willy replied with a huge smile. "It is quite the special occasion. They haven't had a fresh audience in many a moon."

The Oompa Loompas began to sing a song about Augustus and his gluttony, all while dancing a suspicious choreography. At the end of the song, poor Augustus was sucked into the container before the "flying saucer" left the room. Willy was the only person to applaud the performance of his employees.

"Bravo! Well done!" he congratulated. "Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming?"

"I say that all seemed rather rehearsed," Mr. Salt said suspiciously.

"Like they knew it was going to happen," Mike continued mumbling.

"Oh, poppycock," Willy replied as he walked towards the next post before being stopped by Mrs. Gloop.

"Where is my son? Where does that pipe go to?" she asked, pointing to the pipe that was pissing off her poor boy.

“That pipe, it just so happens to lead directly to the room where I make delicious strawberry-flavored chocolate-coated fudge."

"He will be made into strawberry-coated chocolate-flavored fudge! They'll be selling him by the pound all over the world?"

"No. I wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible! Can you imagine Augustus-flavored-chocolate-coated-Gloop? Ew! No one would buy it."

"You surprise me," you muttered.

Charlie clapped his hand over his mouth to keep from chuckling at your comment. You thought you saw Willy looking at you with an amused smile before making a strange cry. An Oompa Loompa arrived in front of his boss, eyeing him stoically. He was so small.

"I want you to take Mrs. Gloop to the fudge room, Okay? Help her find her son. Take a long stick and start poking around in the chocolate-mixing barrel, Okay?"

The Oompa Loompa nodded slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Willy made the same gesture. The Oompa Loompa uncrossed his arms bowing in front of the chocolatier before approaching Mrs. Gloop. He tugged at her skirt, urging her to follow him. Mrs. Gloop left the room, leaving the group behind. The room had become silent.

"Mr. Wonka?"

"Huh?"

"How would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa Loompa's song, unless-?" Charlie asked.

"Improvisation is a parlor trick. Anyone can do it," Willy replied before turning to Violet. "You, little girl, say something. Anything."

"Chewing gum," she replied without hesitation.

"Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most. See? Exactly the same!" he said looking at new Charlies.

"No, it isn't," muttered Mike.

"You really shouldn't mumble. Because I can't understand a word you're saying," Willy said looking down at Mike before sighing and smiling. "Now, on with tour?"

The group stood in front of a tunnel entrance. A drumbeat rose through the air. A boat, resembling a candy pink seahorse was approaching. The sugar ship stopped in front of the group and the drumbeat ceased. The Oompa Loopams laughed like idiots as they eyed the group.

"What's so funny?" Violet asked irritably.

"I think it's from all those doggone cocoa beans. By the way, did you guys know that chocolate contains a property that triggers the release of endorphins? Gives one the feeling of being in love," he says as he lays his eyes on you .

You looked away, nervously clearing your throat as you put your arms around Charlier's shoulders. The boy was looking at you puzzled before his gaze landed on Willy Wonka. The atmosphere was strange. The moment was broken by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"You don't say," she said in a sultry voice.

Willy was ill at ease seeing the lustful look given to him by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"All abouard," he said nervously, motioning the group up.

The last three parents came up quickly, accompanied by their offspring. Charlie got into the boat first, settling on the last bench. You were about to get on when Willy held out his hand. You swallowed, staring at the chocolate maker who was smiling at you.

"Some help?" he asked, smiling at you.

"Yes thanks."

You took Willy's hand and climbed into the boat. You sat down next to Charlie, who snuggled up against you when he saw Willy settling down next to you. Your cousin brought his lips closer to your ear, placing his hands so no one else could hear what he was saying.

"I think Mr. Wonka likes you," he said before stepping back, chuckling.

"Stop talking nonsense," you say, shaking your head slightly.

"Onwards!"

The Oompa Loopam resumed beating the drum, setting the pace for his fellows. The boat resumed sailing, towards the entrance to the tunnel. Willy pulled out a candy pink ladle from under his seat, dipping it into the chocolate river and giving it to you.

"Here. Try some of this. It'll do you good. You look starved to death."

You took a sip of the chocolate before handing the ladle to Charlie.

"It's delicious," you say, glaring at Willy and smiling.

"That's because it's mixed by waterfall," he says smiling at you before looking at the others. "The waterfall is most important. It mixes the chocolate up. Churns it up, makes it light and frothy. And by the way, no other factory in the world-"

"You already said that," Veruca cut in, giving the chocolatier a bored look.

Willy was upset that he got cut like that. He slowly curled his finger, the leather making an unpleasant noise. The chocolatier's expression had grown stern as he looked at the children one by one.

"You're all quite short, aren't you?" he said, completely changing the subject.

"Well, yeah! We're children!" scolded Violet, continuing to chew her gum loudly.

"Well, that's no excuse! I was never as short as you."

"You were once," Mike replied.

"Was not! Know why? Because I distinctly remember placing a hat on top of my head," Willy said as he adjusted his hat on his head. "Look at you short, little arms. You could never reach."

"Do you even remember what it was like being a kid?" Charlie asked curiously, clinging to your arm.

"Boy, do I!" Willy laughed when his eyes grew cloudy and his smile faded. "Do I?"

You looked at Willy puzzled. He seemed to be reliving a painful memory. You put your hand on Willy's forearm, exerting a slight pressure that brought him out of his trance. The chocolatier turned his head towards you, his gaze boring into yours. Were you dreaming or were his eyes purple? Did he wear contact lenses? Your hand slid down his forearm, reaching for Willy's hand.

"Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka! We're headed for a tunnel," Charlie said.

You jumped when you realized what you were doing. You withdrew your hand from Willy's, avoiding his gaze, preferring to look at your new boots.

"Oh! Yeah," Willy replied. "Full speed ahead!"

The Oompa Loompa hit faster and the others rowed harder. The boat accelerated entering the dark tunnel. You couldn't see anything.

"How can they see where they're going?" Violet asked puzzled.

"They can't," Willy answered. "There's no knowing where they're going. Switch on the lights!"

The lights came on, illuminating the tunnel as the ship rolled forward. You couldn't suppress a terrified cry as you felt the boat being carried away by a much too fast current. On the first wave, you grabbed Willy's forearm. The chocolatier looked at you, an amused smile appeared on his lips when he saw you terrified. The boat was suddenly slowed down. You caught your breath when you realized you were holding Willy's forearm firmly. You excused yourself quickly, letting go of the chocolatier's hand, who was content to smile.

"People. Keep an eye out! We're passing some very important rooms here," Willy said looking at some strange doors.

You looked at the doors that seemed worthy of keeping safes with neon lights. Everything here was so strange. Mrs. Beauregarde's attention was drawn to a door where it was written "hair cream." Violet's mother turned to Willy, blinking.

“What do you use hair cream for?”

"To lock in moisture," the chocolate maker replied, laughing and lightly patting his hair.

You rolled your eyes, bringing your attention to the other doors. Your attention and that of Charlie was drawn to a room, the door of which was wide open, revealing Oompa Loopam whipping a cow who was quietly ruminating, not disturbed by the blows.

"Whip cream!" you say at the same time.

"Precisely!" laughed Willy, looking down at the two cousins.

"That doesn't make sense," Veruca replied, turning to the chocolatier and rolling her eyes.

Willy's smile disappeared as he turned his head towards the infamous girl.

"For your information, little girl, whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips! Everybody knows that," he said with a smirk.

Veruca was shaking her head, turning her back on the chocolatier. It moved slightly, cracking the back of its neck. The interaction with Veruca had pissed him off, but he was trying to hide it. The sound of the drum grew louder and faster. Hearing that, Willy turned to you, taking your hand in his. You were watching the puzzled chocolate maker as the boat took a second steep descent. You closed your eyes clinging to Willy's arm when the ship made a complete turn on itself before slowing down abruptly.

"Stop the boat!" Willy ordered before looking at you. "I want to show you something."

"W-what?"

Willy chuckled as he pointed to the door in front of which the boat was stopping: Inventing Room.

#charlie and the chocolate factory #charlie bucket #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #x reader #mrs bucket #mr.bucket #golden ticket #grandpa george #grandpa joe #grandma georgina #grandma josephine #oompa loompa #fanfiction #female reader

[henghost]

Twig Liveblog for Arc 14

lots of crazy shit happened in this arc it was so good!! first of all it's so psychedelic. the lambs talking about sylvester in the third person while he just sort of mopes around, barely alive--really a terrifying section. the city of new amsterdam provides quite the psychedelic backdrop too, with pulsing walls and living buildings.

and it's got so many cool nobles!!! i love the infante so much, you all have no idea. greatest wildbow character of all time. and then my second favorite wildbow character of all time (the god mauer) shows up too... and then the two queens face off... we're truly spoiled. this arc has probably some of the best Mauer Moments™ so far. he fucking slits syvette's throat what a badass. his encounter with augustus the noble was kind of beautiful--we see mauer's drive and doubt and determination in one fatal moment. even if mauer commits the most evil acts of all time i'm still ride or die for him.

the time spent as evette was insane--sy's psyche, which has been splitting since the death of jamie, has its most dramatic fracture yet. i find it fascinating the way sy's identity exists only in relation to the other lambs. sy is sy only insofar as he is not helen, gordon, lillian, etc. and when the equilibrium is disrupted, sy cannot really be himself. the lambs are like one organism it's so evil to split them up!!! i think the sequence where evette has her heart outside her body is a metaphor for this idea. i mean they did it to themselves here lol but i guess it's just part of sy's Journey. twig is so existentialist. sy must create himself.

my favorite part of the arc was mauer taking evette to The Block. it felt like something out of true detective. we get a kind of answer at the end of the arc, but there is still so much mystery. i'm such a sucker for conspiracy thrillers involving the abuse of children. such haunting context, too.

and then right after they talk about the child trafficking jessie comes out lmao. so sweet!!!!!!!! the love between jessie and sy is so pure and beautiful it makes my heart race. they understand each other so deeply and fundamentally and intimately. they must kiss imminently!!!!!!!!!!

the interlude with lillian made me want to be an academy student so bad even though it seems so awful lol. it's like "the magicians" i just want to escape into the evil fantasy school. then the infante shows up again let's fucking goooooo. he's very mean to lillian and the lambs but that is his right. i'm also very intrigued about the idea of giving wyvern to the duke, but i would root heavily against him in his quest to harm the infante. i only liked the duke before i knew about the infante, and now that i know there is a larger, more powerful noble, the duke is basically a stupid maggot to me who must be squished more.

#twigblr #henghost's twig arc #twig liveblog #sylvester lambsbridge #the infante is my noblekin #i would die for him

[sallownights]

dress

word count: 2.1k

CW: fluff, making out?,

pairings: sebastian x reader, ominis x poppy

A/N: i like taylor swift. so, yeah, this is based on the song dress. from reputation. bc sebastian is so reputation. my girlfriend had to proofread this😐😐😐

it was getting warmer with the fast approach of summer. while o.w.l.s we’re coming up, the students still spent time outside the castle, enjoying the warm weather.

imelda, poppy, and y/n all decided to take a trip to hogsmeade after their classes on friday.

“professor howin had me stay after for a few minutes, wanted me to help feed some puffskeins." poppy runs to catch up with her friends outside of tomes and scrolls. y/n smiles and says,

"that's alright! i just figured you might’ve been with highwing.” imelda rolls her eyes,

“i swear, you love that bloody bird more than ominis,”

“i- i mean, no, highwing is great, but ominis and i are just friends-“

“sure you are, sweeting. aren’t you supposed to hang out with him tomorrow?”

“well, yes, but it’s not- i’m not-“ poppy stammers.

“okay! let’s go!” y/n grabs her friends hands and starts dragging them to gladrags.

“i don’t want to go dress shopping, y/n,” imelda groans.

“well, i do. my favorite one is starting to fray on the shoulder, so i figured it’s time to buy a new one.” y/n starts looking over the few dresses they were selling. she sees a pastel pink sundress with slightly puffy sleeves. she runs her hands over it, the linen fabric feeling smooth against her hands until it goes down to a built in under bust corset.

she calls over augustus hill, asking if she could try it on. she goes behind a changing screen. when she emerges, showing her friends, poppy gasps and imelda crosses her arms.

“you look beautiful! that color suits you so well!” poppy rushes over to you, taking your hands in hers.

“you look decent.”

“it’s surprisingly comfortable. do you-“ y/n sighs. “do you think sebastian would like it?”

“oh y/n, i don’t see how he couldn’t love it! you look stunning! i would be at a loss for words if i were him.”

“i thought you said you two were just ‘best friends’. if i remember correctly you’ve said that for the past six months.” imelda raises and eyebrow at y/n. y/n’s mouth parts and closes, clearly trying to think of what to say.

did she like sebastian? yeah, of course. more than she could fathom. y/n groans. was she ready to admit that? to her friends, sure. to him? never. y/n sighs.

“well, maybe i don’t want him as a best friend and maybe as something more.” poppy claps her hands together excitedly and hugs y/n. y/n sheepishly returns the hug, a slight blush breaking out on her face.

“are you going to tell him?” imelda says, clearly not wanting to praise the young witch for her confession.

“maybe,” y/n shrugs. ‘absolutely not’ she thinks. “him and i are supposed to hangout tomorrow since poppy is stealing ominis from us.” poppy hits y/n arm playfully.

“you should tell him then! weren’t you supposed to study by the lake? you can have a picnic or something. it would be so romantic.” poppy sighs dreamily.

“okay, enough of this, i’m going to pay and we can go to honeydukes to get whatever you guys want.” imelda raises her eyebrows in a ‘you’re not off the hook’ way. y/n gets changed back into her school uniform.

after a trip to honeydukes and a short walk back to the castle. the imelda and y/n say their goodbyes to poppy who makes her way to the hufflepuff common room and they make their way to the slytherin common room.

walking down the steps to where the room opens up, imelda quickly darts off to her room wanting to rest so she could go off flying tomorrow. sebastian is sitting on a couch in front of the fireplace, presumably studying.

y/n walks over to where sebastian is sitting and plops down on a chair next to him, dropping her bag onto the floor. she leans her head back and closes her eyes, too tired from walking and her explaining to poppy and imelda that she is most certainly not in love.

“well, hello to you too.” sebastian says in a low tone, not looking up from his book.

y/n cracks one of her eyes open and sits up properly.

“hello sebastian, how was your day?”

sebastian smiles and closes the book, placing it on the table in front of him.

“quite well, if i must say. beat leander in crossed wands, again. don’t know why he believes he can win against me.”

“has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly humble?” y/n sarcastically asks.

“yes, loads of times.” sebastian smirks.

“i do believe they may have been dishonest.” sebastian chuckles lowly at her comment.

they sit there in silence for a moment. y/n bringing her knees to her chest and resting her head on her knees, thinking about the boy in front of her. he’d been there for her since she came to hogwarts. while yes, he did expect some things from her, he never gave her the feeling of she has to be something or someone with him. she can just… exist. she almost hated him for it. how safe he made her feel. how carefree she was when he was around. how she blushes every time a flirty comment gets shot her way, followed by a wink. she found herself to be blushing, even now.

sebastian however, didn’t take his eyes off her. he watched as her eyes became blank for a moment. concern etched on his face as y/n stands up, picking up her bag.

“i should be off to bed, don’t want to be tired for tomorrow.” she starts to walk towards her dormitory before she feels a light grip on her wrist. she turns around to see sebastian slightly worried.

“are you alright?” he says, bringing his hand to hers, slowly moving his thumb across her knuckles.

“yes, i think i might just be… tired?" she lied. she was never good at lying to him. truthfully, she was exhausted. mentally, physically, emotionally.

sebastian gave her a soft smile before removing his hand from hers.

“well, sweet dreams then, darling.” he winks at her, causing her cheeks to become a lovely shade of pink.

“goodnight, sebastian.” y/n turns and walks to her room. closing the door, she’s met with imelda’s snoring.

“oh this is going to be a long night.” y/n whispers to herself.

———

the next morning was fairly uneventful, despite imelda waking everyone up in her dorm with her looking for her quidditch goggles.

around noon, y/n walks into the common room in her new sundress and sees ominis on his way out.

“ominis, wait!” y/n runs up to ominis.

“hello, y/n,” he smiles. “what can i help you with?” y/n hands him a book.

“please give this to pop, i forgot to give it back to her yesterday.” ominis takes the book from y/n and tucks it away into his bag.

“i’m sure she’ll be glad to have this back. she wanted to read some of it to me today, i believe.” y/n’s eyes widen slightly.

“you two have fun! i’m going to go study with sebastian.” y/n practically runs out of the common room. her bag full of textbooks. she makes her way past students in the viaduct courtyard and rushes towards the lake.

when y/n arrives she sees sebastian sitting on a blanket with pumpkin juice next to him. she smiles thinking about how his freckles paint his face so perfectly.

“hey,” she says quietly, almost to not disturb him. she sets her bag down and lowering herself down to the blanket.

“hi,” he takes a moment to look at her and while she’s pulling a textbook out of her bag, sebastian takes his hand and holds her arm to get a better look at what she’s wearing. “is that a new dress?” he looks back into her eyes after practically scanning her body.

“oh, uh, yes. i got it yesterday.” y/n can feel heat rising to her cheeks and looks down.

sebastian takes his hand and cups y/n’s chin, making her gaze turn to him.

“you look lovely.” he smiles and drops his hand to find hers. y/n blushes deeper and they stay there a moment, looking into each others eyes. y/n feels as if sebastian can hear her thoughts, or even hear her heart pounding.

“we should, uhm, study.” y/n breaks her gaze first and removes her hand from his. she lays down on her stomach to start going over some transfiguration notes.

“right.” sebastian says, attempting to not sound disappointed from the loss of contact.

after a few hours of studying and the conversation eventually becoming off topic, they lay next to each other talking about the way the clouds look.

“that one looks like a niffler.” y/n points to an abstract looking cloud.

“i swear, you and sweeting are the only witches who like nifflers.” sebastian chuckles. y/n puts her hand down and looks over at sebastian before facing the sky again.

“what do you think pop and ominis are doing right now?” y/n asks sebastian.

“probably snogging.” y/n lightly hits chest with the back of her hand and he grunts softly.

“i don’t think i’m wrong, they clearly really like each other.” y/n thinks for a moment. remembering the smile ominis had before she ran out of the common room.

“i suppose you’re right, but i think she’s just reading him a book.” y/n looks at sebastian again and turns her body to face him. sebastian follows suit, his hands tucked under his head.

“you look really beautiful.” he whispers.

“oh, stop.” y/n goes to turn onto her back when sebastian places a hand on her waist to keep her looking at him.

“i’m serious, you look really really beautiful.” his eyes searched hers as that familiar heat rises to her face.

“sallow, you are the biggest flirt i’ve ever met.”

“just with you.” he winks and tightens the grip on y/n’s waist slightly.

y/n could hear imelda’s voice in her head calling her a coward and just tell him how she feels. then she swears she hears poppy is telling her how much sebastian likes her and to just go for it.

y/n looks down at sebastian’s lips then back to his eyes. his eyes, hazel and stunning. y/n smiles to herself.

“what’re you thinking about?” sebastian’s voice breaks her thoughts. y/n let’s out a shaky breath.

“you.”

“what about me?” sebastian’s eyebrows furrow for a second.

“just, how unfairly handsome and charming you are.”

“yeah?”

“i regret saying anything.” y/n sits up quickly, causing sebastian to sit up too. he takes his hand and places it carefully on y/n’s cheek. his eyes search y/n’s eyes again. looking for some kind of agreement.

“oh, for merlin’s sake-“ y/n brings her hands up to sebastian collar and crashes her lips against his. he’s taken aback for a moment before he melts into the kiss moving his hand to her hair and other around y/n’s waist. he swipes his tongue against her bottom lip gaining access and exploring her mouth with his tongue.

they pull apart after what seems like hours, breathless and faces a little red.

“i, uhm,” y/n starts, “i like you, seb.”

“i can tell,” y/n rolls her eyes when sebastian continues, “i like you too. i think i started liking you ten minutes after i met you.”

y/n giggles and leans in to give sebastian another kiss. this one, less passionate but so tender.

“so, what now?” y/n says giggling. as sebastian wraps his other hand around her waist.

“how do you mean?” sebastian says kissing y/n’s jawline.

“like, what are we?” sebastian sits up again, moving a stray hair out of y/n’s face.

“oh, here, ominis made me practice with him,” sebastian takes y/n’s hands and clears his throat, “y/n, my love, my dearest, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“sebastian, my darling, my beloved, it would be my pleasure.” y/n giggles again and sebastian takes y/n’s face into his hands kisses y/n once more before looking out on the sunset. they sit in silence, holding hands, watching the sunset over the black lake. the golden light casting a glow over the new, happy couple.

“they’re for sure snogging.” y/n states.

“oh, absolutely” sebastian chuckles.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #sebastian sallow fanfiction #Spotify

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The Shirt

A Gustholomule Ficlet

(jesus christ don’t ask. don’t even read this one if you can help it. the discord server made me do it i swear)

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_luzura: hey matt

_luzura: you like

_luzura: like dudes, right?

president.matt: what part of the everything about me would make you think i don’t

_luzura: you got me there!

_luzura: i have the perfect shirt for you

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“Hey, professor,” Matt crooned, leaning against the doorway of Gus’s classroom. Gus cringed, his face falling into a deadpan, and turned to look at his boyfriend. His straight face quickly morphed into a look of—well, of what he wasn’t sure, but one look at Matt cause him to scrunch up his nose and furrow his brow.

“Mattholomule Tholomule—“

“Not my name.”

“—what are you wearing.”

Gus had spent plenty of time in the human realm. Since his middle school days of wondering at human culture from afar, he had learned a thing or two. He even had his own human realm device (an eye-phone, Luz had called it when she gave it to him). He knew plenty about fandoms and shipping and fanfiction—hell, they had that sort of thing on the Boiling Isles. But they didn’t have all of the same words for it. And Matt’s shirt, currently wrinkled and sweat-stained from a long day at work, had a very specific human realm word on it. Yaoi, it read.

Matt smirked. “Luz gave it to me. What, you don’t like it?” He struck a pose, making Gus cringe again. Matt cackled at Gus’s reaction.

“Yeah, she said you would hate it. So obviously I had to have it. Anyway,” Matt moved from the doorway, closer to Gus, “I brought you a snack. Wanna head back to yours and hang for a bit?”

“You are not wearing that thing for more than thirty seconds in my house. Besides, you’re gross. You can come over only if you shower and let me wash that thing.” Gus was already formulating his plan: he could wash it and hope Matt would forget to take it home, and Gus could be rid of it before Matt remembered he left it.

(In all honesty, the shirt was kind of funny, and the dark blue color suited Matt. Gus didn’t really hate it. But what was their relationship if not back-and-forth antagonization?)

Matt sighed and rolled his eyes at Gus’s request. “Fine. But only because I like you, Augustus.” Offering a crooked grin, he snagged Gus’s pinky with his own.

“Ew, dude. Gross.”

-

Gus put Matt’s horrible shirt in with a load of laundry as soon as his boyfriend was in the shower, setting out some of his own clothes for Matt to change into. (Strangely, laundry was one thing Earth and the Boiling Isles did relatively similarly, though while Luz put her clothes in a “washing machine,” Gus tossed his in the laundry tree that grew in the backyard.)

And, according to Gus’s plan, Matt forgot all about the shirt. But unfortunately, so did Gus.

In the Porter household, it was Gus’s job to gather the dirty clothes and put them in the tree; it was Perry’s job to take them out and fold them. So as Perry folded their clothes that night, he paid no mind to the dark blue shirt with a large-print word on it.

Surely one of Gus’s bands, he thought, or one of his CB shows, and he paid it little mind.

But though he assumed it was his son’s, it wasn’t uncommon for the Porter men to share clothes. So when Perry reached for a t-shirt the next morning, grabbing anything from the pile of folded clothes to throw on before going downstairs for breakfast, he didn’t think twice when the shirt he grabbed was one of Gus’s.

Gus was already downstairs, eating bloodered toast and reading something on his scroll. He looked up at his father came down the stairs, did a double-take, and promptly choked on the food in his mouth. Perry looked down at himself, confused.

“What, do I have something on my shirt?”

“No—well—rggch,” Gus spluttered and choked, beating his chest to clear his esophagus. “It’s just, uh, that’s Matt’s shirt, and, uh…”

“Oh! Oh, sorry, kiddo. I thought it was yours, one of your bands or something. You’re into so much weird stuff, Yah-oy seemed right up your alley.”

Gus looked like he was going to choke again. “It’s not Yah-oy, Dad, it’s pronounced— never mind. Just— just make sure you change before you leave the house, okay?”

“Why?” Perry cocked and eyebrow as he sat down across from his son. “Is it something… inappropriate?”

“No! No, Titan, I mean, not really, it’s just…”

“Just what, Augustus?”

“It just means, like… gay. Like, men liking men.” Gus looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

“Oh!” Perry laughed loudly. “Well, then I should be allowed to wear it! I’ve done my fair share of man-liking!”

“Nope, that’s it, I’m out! I do not need to hear about your man-liking or woman-liking or any sort of liking you’ve done!” Gus practically jumped up from the table and sped to the stairs. “Keep it, for all I care! I never want to see that thing again!”

Perry chuckled and shook his head, snagging Gus’s unfinished toast off his plate. I have a weird kid, he thought.

#and by ‘the server made me do it’ #i mean amanda vaguely suggested i write this #and i ran to my notes app #sorry to everyone who reads this SJDNDN #maybe writes #toh fanfic #gustholomule

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These are all the fics l've read in February. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff l 💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💗💧 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💧😈 Blackheart by @onceuponastory

💧 Fatal Mistake by @rookthorne

💗 A Shot Worth Taking by @/rookthorne

🔥 Tension by @bucky-barnes-diaries

💧 Don’t Wanna Leave by @foreverindreamlandd

💗 Curly Colors by @sunnylands-world

💗 When Reader Is Sick by @nyx22-blogs

🔥💗 Endorsement by @bi-disaster-yn

💗 poppies and babies’ breath by @lizzie-is-here

💧💗 Details by @soulgazingwithbucky

😈🔥 Into You by @flordeamatista

💗🔥 Forever In Your Eyes by @/flordeamatista

💧💗 It Was Always You by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

💗 a million summers by @intrepidacious

🔥💗 Teasing Temptation by @jobean12-blog

💗 Hooked on a Feeling by @/jobean12-blog

💧 Carousel of Life by @mrsmischief209

💗🔥 just let me make you feel better by @marvelouslizzie

💧💗 Until His Last Breath by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 20 Seconds by @mindingmyownbusiness

Steve Rogers

🔥💗 Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree by @buckets-and-trees

🔥 Tit for Tat by @tuiccim

💗 Only You by @/flordeamatista

💗 reinvent the wheel by @rodrikstark

😈🔥 Heat Inducing by @navybrat817

💗🔥 Jealous by @violette-hue

💗 Just Desserts by @beccaanne814

💗 Jealous by @tikus-library

💧 Giving Up by @nekoannie-chan

💗🔥 Full Moon Soul by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Sam Wilson

🔥 Sex Pollen by @late-to-the-party-81

💗🔥 Mission kind of Accomplished by @lazypeachsoul

🔥 Bad Days and Good Head by @tom-whore-dleston

🔥 Phone Sex by @flightlessangelwings

💗 to be cared for by @starryevermore

💗 Stitched by @ichorai

🔥 Roommates by @fluffyprettykitty

💧💗 you know me better than that by @fandoms-writings

💗 I’ve never seen you smile like that before by @/rodrikstark

💗 dad!sam by @/rodrikstark

Joaquin Torres

💗 Careful by @asgardwinter

💗 Night Changes by @happypopcornprincess

💗 First Date by @kyleraynermybeloved

Augustus Pugliese

💗 Power Nap by @/rodrikstark

💗 First Date by @/rodrikstark

Jentorra

💗 Trust by @/soulgazingwithbucky

Kang

💧💗 Love Don’t Come Easy by @jonathan--majors

💗 Concomitant by @inklore

Ari Levinson

💧💗 Shallow(s) by @/late-to-the-party-81

🔥 Big Boy: Study Break by @onsunnyside

😈💧💗🔥 Say My Name by @lunarbuck

🔥 Gentle Hands on my Man by @shotgunbunny

💗 The Small Town Bar by @secretswiftymarvelfan

💗 Winner Takes It All by @/secretswiftymarvelfan

Ransom Drysdale

😈🔥 A Little Help by @royalsweetteaa

🔥 Power Play by @justagirlinafandomworld

#reading list #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #Sam wilson #sam wilson fanfic #joaquin torres #joaquin torres fanfic #augustus pugliese #Augustus Pugliese fanfic #jentorra #Jentorra fanfic #kang the conqueror #Kang fanfic #Ari Levinson #ari levinson fanfic #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfic #marvel #fic rec #marvel fic rec #bucky barnes fic rec #steve rogers fic rec #Sam wilson fic rec #joaquin torres fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #Sam Wilson x reader #joaquin torres x reader

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Spoilers Ahead

OK let's talk about the lore implications of The Magnus Protocol episode 4's statement.

Timeframe

The Mannheim School was founded in 1741-1742; and the Royal Court of the Palatinate left Mannheim in 1778. This gives us a roughly 35-year timeframe within which which our violinist could have made his initial carriage journey to Germany - barring timeline differences.

This absolutely destroys my theory that the Fears arrived here from the TMA universe, found a universe without Fear, and broke through in East Germany during the Cold War. This episode firmly establishes that there were Fears in the Protocolverse in the late 18th century, and that they were well-established at the time - established enough to have a guy giving out cursed artifacts in the woods of Baden.

Were they the Archiverse Fears, that just happened to arrive earlier than I thought? Were they Protocolverse Fears? Were they Fears from yet another universe, escaped from their own Fearpocalypse?

The Fears

So this is a really fascinating statement because it seems to marry our old friend TMA Slaughter Classic, with whatever the fuck Ink5oul was doing in TMAGP episode 2, with just a mention of the Archivist-associated power to elicit an unintended confession.

The Slaughter connection I'm sure I won't have to argue - it's straight out of TMA. In fact, it's so straight-out-of-TMA that to me it suggests that this is almost certainly the Archiverse's The Slaughter. If we were dealing with an artifact of a different universe's Fear of violence, I wouldn't expect it to be so connected to music. There's nothing about music that inherently connects it to horrific violence, and yet Bardwell jumps out of a carriage and dashes his skull on the rocks because of what seems an awful lot like the Piper's Song. Violin Audrey Two goes full Grifter's Bone when it's unable to get blood.

The interesting part though is that these incidents are the exception to the rule of the violin's favor. At first it seems happy to make small, flesh wound mutilations of its player, which doesn't sound like the Slaughter at all. Yes, he moves on to serial killing, but it's a very methodical, planned kind of violence - not at all what I'd expect from the Archiverse Slaughter. And the theme of an artist mutilating themselves in service of their art seems very similar to Daria in Protocol episode 2.

Of course, the art connection might just be a coincidence. There is a disproportionate amount of art about art and artists, just because it's high on the list of things artists tend to think about. It's the same reason there's not a whole lot of art about septic tank maintenance*.

I doubt it, though.

Here's my working theory: I think there are at least two universes' Fears at work here, and there wasn't enough room in the Fear-Space for two full sets of entities to represent and feed on essentially the same fears. So they got smooshed together.

The Archiverse Slaughter got smooshed with a close equivalent - a fear that included Archiverse-style violence, yes, but also included a significant element of self-harm, and was culturally wrapped up with artistic performance in the same way that the Archiverse Slaughter was wrapped up with the sound, but not always the performance, of music. The Smooshed Slaughter teeters between its aspects, showing one face or the other depending upon the situation.

OK but what was with the Archivist powers?

idk tbh. I can think of two theories, neither of which I find particularly compelling:

The guy in the woods wasn't actually an avatar. Instead, he was a Salesa type, a distributor of supernatural trinkets. He had some kind of artifact of the Eye on him that gave him archivist compulsion powers.

All of the Archiverse Entities were changed by their time under the rule of the Eye, so being strongly-enough touched by an Archiverse Fear gives you mild Eye Powers for free.

Augustus

Yes I know everyone thinks this is Jonah, and I admit there is a good chance it is Jonah. But I don't like it, and I hold out hope that it isn't.

Personally, I like the idea that the Fears were specifically attached to the voices that told the stories in TMA, in which case Jonah wouldn't have been dragged along; but, if it was based purely on the physical presence of the people in the top room of the Panopticon, then yes, Jonah could have been brought along. To our knowledge nobody ever went after Jonah's body down in the labyrinth, so his eyes would presumably have been left alive in Elias's head for like, the whole episode.

I still hold out hope that Augustus is an Archivist-equivalent from another universe that also went Fearpocalypse and also released its Fears to the multiverse. While I'm pretty certain we're dealing with two sets of Fears here, possibly combined into one set of Smooshed Fears, I'm not at all certain that the non-Archiverse Fears are originally from the Protocolverse.

Conclusion

It's 3 AM and I have to go to bed. I think I've properly scheduled this to post an hour after the episode drops; if I'm wrong about the episode timing and accidentally spoil someone, I'm very sorry.

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* yes I know there's septic tank dive fetish photos, I said "not a whole lot" not "none whatsoever."

#tmagp spoilers #tmagp 04 #tmagp s1e04 #the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #tma spoilers #the magnus archives spoilers #tmagp meta #tmagp theory #tmagp speculation

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

My Thoughts on Ep.06 - We Take a Zebra to Vegas, A rant (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

Actual Iris-messaging on screen! Good way to start the episode.

Yes, toss the drachma, SEAWEED BRAIN!

If you want the gods’ attention, you have to pay for it. Eh, not surprised since it’s kinda how children have to do to get their parents’ attention these days.

Wtf is Luke Castellan doing in Chiron’s office?

We know who stole the bolt. (Book-readers, we know who stole the bolt!)

*Calm expression* How do you know? and not *gasp* Really? Who is it? Very sus. 🤔

I do have a love-hate relationship with Clarisse La Rue as a character, but accusing her as the lightning thief? OH, HELL NO!

This convo:

Luke: Guys, what is this?

Percy and Annabeth: What?

Luke: When did you turn into an old married couple?

Percy and Annabeth:

Everyone in the fandom:

Luke channeling his big brother energy by teasing Annabeth, his little sister, to a boy her age. Annabeth’s going through that older-sibling-embarrassing-you-in-front-of-your-crush stage. It’s just typical sibling stuff.

Annabeth, externally: *pokerface*; Annabeth, internally: STOP EMBARRASSING ME!

Confirmed: Luke ships Percabeth. 🥰

Percy changing the subject because he’s also embarrassed.

Annabeth cuts off the connection before Percy can mention Hermes and tells him Luke and his dad aren’t on good terms.

Grover just figured out that the truck is driven by animal traffickers and insists that they free the animals is absolute peak characterization.

They’re like artists. Proceeds to release the animals in the middle of traffic.

How that convo basically went:

Percy: Idk about this, man.

Grover: Oh, they’ll be fine. I gave them the satyr’s blessing so they’ll be able to reach the wilderness safely.

Percy: Dude, I meant for these people.

Grover: Oh, uh, it’s fine. These people destroyed nature so idgaf about them. But the animals are fine, so let’s go!

Percy: So, which hotel is the Lotus Casino? It could be any building-

Annabeth: Duh! Obviously, it’s the one with the giant lotus blossom on it.

Percy: Seriously?

3 minors walking into a Casino hotel. Totally normal and not suspicious at all.

Dua Lipa’s Levitating instead of Lady Gaga’s Pokerface. I ain’t even mad.

WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! HE CALLED HER WISE GIRL! 😍🥰

Of course, Annabeth insists Percy goes with her. Percabeth! 😍

Annabeth tells Percy about May Castellan, Luke’s Mom. It’s kinda early to know about this, but I’m not complaining. It just justifies Luke’s resentment of Hermes in the show.

Grover: *finds Augustus, a fellow Satyr* *Forgets everything*

Please tell me someone else heard some kid calling out BIANCA in the background. It's not just me, right? Please tell me it's the di Angelo siblings in the Lotus Casino. UNCLE RICK, WE NEED ANSWERS!

Percy explaining his nightmares and asks if they are real.

How that convo went:

Annabeth: Hmm, idk

Percy: How do you not know?

Annabeth: I may be smart but there are things I don’t know.

Percy: Wtf does that make me then?

Hermes/Alexander Hamilton not throwing away his shot. How does a bastard, son of a god and a Pleiad. Grow up to be a master trickster, according to Homer’s Illiad…

In Vegas you can be a new man...apparently, not.

Hermes: I’m not doing this again. You’re on your own, kids. Bye!

Annabeth: We’re friends of Luke’s.

Hermes: *surprise pikachu face* Damn it, let’s talk.

Hermes being an epitome of another crappy absent godly parent. Not surprised.

Annabeth doing what probably Luke taught her to do:

Annabeth: So I stole Hermes’ keys.

Percy: You what?

Annabeth: I turned invisible and picked his pocket.

Percy: You stole from the god of thieves?

Annabeth: Yes, I’m multi-talented. Lol

Percy: *lowkey falls in love*

The lotus fruit being pumped into the air is something new.

Percy: Grover got really old. 🤣

Percy and Annabeth chases Augustus around while Grover’s playing VR games.

Grover forgetting things because he was alone, while Percy and Annabeth remember because they have each other. PERCABETH!

Grover acting all carefree like a dentist just sedated him with nitrous oxide, while Percy and Annabeth are frantically looking for Hermes’ car will never be not funny.

TO THE DUMB KIDS. Yep, that note is for you.

Percy: So, who’s driving?

Percy and Annabeth turning to Grover because he’s the adult.

Grover: *still high* Idk man. Idk what we're even doing here.

Percy: Ok, I’ll do it. How hard can it be. If I killed the Minotaur, I can drive a cab.

Percy: How hard could this be? Proceeds to hit the car on several columns.

Percy getting angry because another car didn’t slow down and nearly hit them, then slamming the horn. Bruh, you’re inner New Yorker is showing and I’m here for it.

This scene: 😍😍😍

Me, watching this scene:

Percy and Annabeth smiling at each other then realizing the car’s scraping the wall. This shit cracked me up.

The truck nearly hitting them gave me a mini-heart attack. Good thing they’re in Hermes’ cab.

Percy half-nervous and half-excited to finally meet his Dad only to find a Nereid instead, giving him 4 teleportation pearls as a gift.

The title implying they took a Zebra to Vegas but we see no zebra? Come on! Anyway, that was a good episode. Can't wait for the Percy vs Ares showdown next week.

#pjo tv show #pjo tv series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson tv series #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #percy and annabeth #hermes #wise girl #seaweed brain #wise girl and seaweed brain #percy jackon and the olympians

[rocksandmirrors]

this is something i wrote a couple weeks ago based on the second art of this post i've made, but i didn't feel like posting it on ao3. hope you enjoy!! the wonderful @sapphic--kiwi inspired me to write this, make sure to check out her blog as well <3 she's a very talented artist and writer

also watch out for body issues and internalized fatphobia

Matt couldn’t stand to see his reflection anymore.

He should have seen it coming, though; with all the work he had been doing for the last years, and being able to eat his fill every day, it was obvious he would gain weight. Yet, now that he stared at himself in the mirror, all he could see was the extra pounds that didn’t have to be there. He knew this was silly, but an immature part of him hoped he could have looked like these constructionist witches in the shows he watched, attractive and shaped like a V.

Grimacing, he pinched a bulge on his stomach and let out a groan. He hated looking like this, especially when he was so skinny just a couple years ago. Maybe he could skip breakfast, just for today. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

Shaking his head to try and think about something else, Matt reached out to the cabinet above the sink until he saw Augustus’ reflection in the mirror, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. He froze as they locked eyes, and he prayed he hadn’t seen too much of him wallowing in his misery.

“Hey,” he mumbled, finally opening the cabinet to grab his hairbrush. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Nah.” Matt heard footsteps behind him, and a few seconds later, felt a pair of arms around his waist, as well Augustus’ warmth against his back, and his chin on his shoulder. “You’re up earlier than usual.”

“Eh, I just woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. Figured I could get prepared for work, at least.”

Augustus’ hands wandered around his stomach and hips- areas of his body that he hated more than anything- and he repressed the urge to push them away. Instead, he started brushing his hair, slowly, untying all the knots one by one. He had two hours left before leaving, might as well take his time.

“Matty, are you okay?” he asked, slumber still staining his voice.

“M’yeah. Sort of.” When he met Augustus’ eyes again through the mirror, he sighed. “No, not really.”

“I know. I saw you.”

Yeah, he figured as much. His fiance had that talent for always being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. He put his hairbrush down next to the sink, still staring at their reflections.

“Of course you saw me. There’s nothing else to see about me but… this,” he added, disgust dripping in his tone.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“Like what? Like I became fucking ugly? Someone here has to, because you sure as hell aren’t doing it.”

Matt was getting worked up over pretty much nothing and arguing with a brick wall; he knew that, yet couldn’t help it. Just thinking about the way his body had changed over the last years made him feel miserable and fall back into his old self-deprecating ways, aggressive towards someone who didn’t ask for it.

“You’re not ugly,” Augustus argued, leaving a peck on his jaw. “You’ve never been.”

“Augustus, you don’t need to rub me up the right way. I know I’ve changed, I mean- you’ve seen me at seventeen, look at me now! I was in much better shape back then!”

“Were you?”

“Do you really need me to make an illusion of my old self to compare?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

Augustus shook his head, his hands still rubbing the parts of his body he hated the most. Matt just wanted this conversation to end, to go on about his day and shove that brief moment of vulnerability into a corner of his mind so he could forget about it. As much as he hated his current appearance, he never intended for his lover to listen to him vent about his body issues first thing in the morning.

“Matt, you had nothing to eat as a teen, of course you were skinnier. Hell, I’ve seen you digging through trash at school just to have lunch.”

“Yeah, but-”

“You’ve grown up. You’re doing a lot more physical work, and like it or not, you can’t keep your teen body all your life.” One of Augustus’ hands moved up to his torso. “If you really want to lose weight someday, I’ll support you, but I want you to know I also love how you look right now, because you’re just as healthy and handsome. Frankly, I’m happy to see you like this.”

Matt’s breath got stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened at these words. He knew Augustus tended to be clingier than usual whenever he lacked some sleep, but he still needed to get used to all the praise that came with it.

“I don’t really see it,” he admitted with a shrug.

“That’s okay. I don’t expect you to get over this right away.” The younger witch left another kiss, this time at the nape of his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine. “But trust me, if you could see yourself the way I see you, you’d marry yourself in a heartbeat.”

Matt could feel- and see- all the blood rushing to his face, and suddenly, the warm hands wandering on his body didn’t bother him as much- they felt loving, tender, worshiping every part of the body he still struggled to accept as it was. He leaned into Augustus, still standing behind him, and the arms around him wrapped themselves tighter.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked.

“I… Yeah, actually. Thanks, babe.”

“No problem.” Augustus left one last peck on the shell of his ear before stepping back, and Matt immediately missed his warmth. “Since we’re both awake, I’m gonna make some coffee. Do you want some?”

“You know it.” Matt turned around to face him, offering him a tired smile. “Let me make you breakfast, yeah?”

“Don't worry, I’m not touching any pans in this kitchen,” he yawned as he left the bathroom.

Matt watched his fiance walk away, then turned back to his reflection. Half of his hair had been brushed, the bags under his eyes were a little more prominent than usual, contrasting with his crimson face, and his shirt was a little crinkled from where Augustus had been touching him. He pinched a bulge on his stomach again, poking at the fat here and there with a faint smile.

Maybe he could indulge in breakfast today.

#the owl house #gus porter #mattholomule #gustholomule #fanfic #fanfiction #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfiction

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

EPISODE 6 (just realised no one is asking me to do this too bad) spoilers for series up ahead

ITS NOT A MUSICAL EPISODE 😭

Disney was too broke to show us the animals in the zoo truck WHYY

why am i so happy for the second seaweed brain, man the things being a pjo fan does to you

The way you could see luke’s smile drop when they say that they found the lightning thief (:) —> :/)

The way luke didn’t even let them finish he was like “CLARISSE YES CLARISSE SHE MUST BE THE ROBBER”

No one’s talking about “Chiron should arrest her” Not the mental image of chiron holding a gun saying “ANY WORD CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT” while clarisse is pushed into a police car lollll

Old married couple im falling out of my chair plsssss if luke did something right in his life it was this

i love annabeth’s face like she knew this was coming the older brother-sister dynamic is POPPING

Disney really needed a way to show that grover liked animals and had convos with them without actually showing them lol

cue the “omg animals are so elegant” speech which served nothing at all

WHATS THE POINT OF ZEBRA TO VEGAS IF THERE AIN’T NO ZEBRA MR HOUSE OF MOUSE????

Idk but i kind of miss the trio action so far this show has only been percabeth + grover instead of percy + annabeth + grover you can tell they’re focusing more on fan service and developing percabeth than developing the more important dynamics which are the three of them having fun

oh HELLO RANDOM CAMEL WHO ISNT EVEN A ZEBRA BUT WHATEVER

“You are two seconds ahead of meeee” the simp eyes the simp eyes

The lotus casino from the outside is so COOL

LEVITATING BY DUA LIPA (some of yall still stuck in poker face era so im leaving it at that)

WISE GIRL I REPEAT WE GOT WISE GIRL (i was honestly expecting it to sound super corny on screen but walker pulled it off like he always does)

look im so mad about the fact that there’s no montage of them being silly little kids and having fun at arcade games. It hits so hard since percy has never afforded to visit fun places, annabeth has never left camp so is absolutely thriving with her architect games, grover is hunting down humans which was so funny and cool and they decided to make it more serious and plot centred

”ill take percy this way” WHY CAN’T GROVER TAKE PERCY THAT WAY HUH ANNABETH? 🤨 (girl just say you want to spend time with him)(and disney say you just wanna write more percabeth scenes)

I love the ‘if you dont know, i dont know either 😄’ mentality that percy has, he knows annabeth wants to be in charge now so he’s just feeding into the hubris

The augustus plot was so weird ngl but it was a great way to introduce the pan stuff

“Biaannncaaaaa biancaaaaaa” NICCOOOOOOO

He sounds so little and innocent and cute 🥺 im so sad now

GROVERRRRRR REMEMBERRRRRR

i gotta say, i guess that i was taken away by the people making fun of lin manuel miranda, but his acting was really really good

We got some may castellan exposition early

Percy thinking that the only thing he could do to sally was hurting her 🥹

i really hope they talk about that later on, you know we love some angst around here (especially with the dreams of the headmaster which was from the books!!! I was thinking that they’d cut it! But they didnt!! But it speaks volumes about percy that he has nightmares of headmasters)

I WANT ANNABETH FLASHBACK ANGST

annabeth pickpocketing the god of thieves will forever be her girlbossiest moment

”Im multitalented” percy: 😍💙🥰🥹 🤩(walker’s acting be that amazing is it not obvious by now that percy likes annabeth)

“Who’s grover ☺️?” “Wait, i know grover 😅!” Walker is cementing himself in the percy throne every single episode

”wow grover got really old😃”

“you lose sight of what’s important when you’re alone” “we weren’t alone 🥰” poor grover

The eons long wait to see how percy was hugging while falling the way down is finally over

The way that you can see percy’s empathy shining through his eyes as grover talked about pan>>>> (honestly tho, hug!)

the way they focused on percy’s reaction, i know this is going to be something he brings up as a reason for him to sacrifice himself for hades

Percy and annabeth looking at grover like “ ok mr. 24 DRIVE US”

Percy trying to drive a car will forever be cinema and comedy peak

The road rage this child has its so funny BEEP BEEP

annabeth: 😁 percy: 🥹 *cutely crashes car and almost kills her* PERCY IS TRULY GIVING A LOSER BOY WHO HAS NEVER HAD A GIRL LOOK AT HIM AND THATS SO PERCY OF HIM

the heartbreak in percy’s eyes alexa play the moment i knew by taylor swift

Four pearls?? *cue that one meme where that girl is calculating*

the way my smile faded when i saw annabeth hanging over the cliff TOO SOON RICK TOO SOON

#And as usual highlight of episode goes to: percabeth #The crush was SHOWING i loved it #percabeth #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #percy jackon and the olympians #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #pjo tv #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv adaptation #pjo tv crit #pjo spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #grover underwood