#all braincells leave the room when they’re together its great

[packet-of-staples]

Day 144 of drawing Papyrus until he cameos in deltarune! Ah the dreaded laughing feedback loop. When you start laughing then your friend starts laughing and they make a funny noise then you start laughing harder and then they start laughing harder which makes YOU laugh harder and it doesn’t stop. THEYRE DUMB! Theyre dumb friends and I love them sm!

#undertale #papyrus #deltarune #drawing papyrus until he cameos in deltarune #undyne #I literally adore their braincell-less fruendship so much #all braincells leave the room when they’re together its great

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Maeve//i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

Request: Could you please do something else with Maeve? Perhaps something where reader works with Maeve on an English project and she's surprised that they have so much in common. She realizes she has feelings for her somehow after that? Sorry that's sort of rubbish, have a swell day/night.

hey! what’s up everybody! i hope everyone is well, and i hope you like this!! title is from ‘the lakes’ by taylor swift! 

- English projects are never fun 

- I mean, who finds constant stress and a deadline that’s always far too close fun?

- Nobody

- That’s who

- Well apart from Mrs Jones

- Your year 9 English teacher who made every minute of her classes a living hell

- And who mysteriously went missing half way through the year after having a screaming match with a fellow English teacher

- When she was supposed to be teaching you Romeo & Juliet. 

- One day she was accusing Miss Newman of being a terrible teacher and purposefully bumping up students grades so she looked better 

- And the next day both her and Miss Newman were gone 

- And you only got a replacement teacher when you moved into year 10

- Right now though 

- Its seems Miss Sands is going through some stuff 

- Because not only did she give you an assignment on Friday with a deadline of Monday 

- She also chose your partners instead of letting you choose your own

- Which is why you’re stood outside of Maeve’s in the pouring rain

- On a frankly miserable Saturday morning 

- It seems the weather knew exactly what sort of weekend you were facing 

- And decided to make it even worse. 

- By the third knock 

- You’re about to give up 

- The curtains are still drawn 

- And you’ve seen more movement in a graveyard 

- Plus

- You kind of already assumed you would be doing the project alone 

- Maeve Wiley was known for being very...

- ...independant 

- And group projects are no different 

- You actually think she may be more independent during group projects

- So as soon as Miss Sands paired you together 

- You knew 

- You were 99% sure that 

- You’d do your thing

- She’d do hers 

- And then five minutes before the presentation 

- You would figure out a way to connect the two.

- Anywayyyy

- While daydreaming about a time when you won’t have any assignments 

- And making awkward, accidental eye contact with Maeve’s neighbours 

- The door in front of you opens 

- Simultaneously giving you a fright and almost knocking you out

- She yawns and scratches the top of her head 

- ‘what are you doing here?’ 

- She sounds both tired and annoyed and you blink at her a few times before answering 

- ‘er - i - the project. for english.’ 

- It takes her a few seconds to process what you’ve said 

- But when she does 

- She looks even more miserable than she did five seconds ago

- And you brace yourself for a long weekend 

- She sighs and rolls her eyes 

- Before slowly opening the door properly and letting you in

- You feel slightly nervous as you walk in 

- But you really have no idea why

- It’s not like she’s a complete stranger 

- But then again 

- She’s not exactly a friend 

- ‘don’t worry, i’ve hidden the drugs. i don’t really like to share anyway.’ 

- ‘what?’ you ask confused and she rolls her eyes again 

- She huffs and crosses her arms before nodding to the slightly messy living room

- ‘i get it. we’re a bunch of benefit fraud chavs that do nothing but drink and smoke all day.’ 

- ‘that’s not what i was thinkin-’ 

- ‘sure it wasn’t.’ she rolls her eyes and you stare down at the floor. ‘i need to get changed so make yourself at home I suppose.’ 

- She walks into what you assume is her bedroom and slams the door behind her 

- Leaving you to stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room

- It’s small and slightly cramped 

- And most people would say that all the stuff makes it look busy 

- But to you 

- It’s wonderful 

- It’s filled with stories and memories 

- Some self explanatory 

- Some slightly more bizarre 

- Like the wonky blue and yellow clay swan living on the coffee table 

- You really want to know the story behind it 

- But decide it might be a little early in your partnership to start asking about her attachment to a half swan, half moth looking ornament

- So instead you pick up a pile of books on the dining table and move them onto the floor 

- You can hear Maeve opening and closing drawers while humming a familiar tune 

- And you feel yourself relax slightly as you place your laptop and books where the books were previously sat 

- Even if it does feel like you’re using all of your braincells to try and figure out where you’ve heard it before 

- ‘wow, do you actually trust me around that?’ 

- ‘what?’ you stop humming and look up at her 

- She looks between you and the laptop, staring at you expectantly 

- ‘oh no. i mean of course i do.’ you blush and she shakes her head before sitting opposite you 

- ‘so what do we know about women in fiction?’ 

- ‘historically they are written as either a femme fatalle type or some sort of innocent angelic being.’ 

- ‘they still are’ 

- ‘true’ you agree and flick through your textbook

- ‘why don’t we write about that then?’ 

- ‘what? how we’re still depressingly far back in the equality movement, despite being told otherwise?’ 

- She stares at you for a few seconds 

- A mixture of shock and surprise 

- Before nodding 

- And smiling 

- An actual genuine smile 

- You didn’t even know she could do that 

- Well you did 

- Of course you did 

- But you just haven’t seen it a lot 

- Usually when you see Maeve 

- She’s either mad, grumpy or very, very, very angry

- But her smiling 

- Puts a smile on your face 

- And this was definitely not where you thought this was going 

- ‘yeah...that’ 

- ‘okay.’ you shrug. ‘you can do classic literature because i know you prefer them and i’ll cover modern works.’

- ‘how do you know i prefer classics?’ 

- ‘the pile of books’ you nod towards the floor and she follows your gaze, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. ‘they’re all ripped and folded. you either love them or really, really hate them’ 

- ‘okay’ she eyes you suspiciously as you focus on your laptop 

- And you can feel your cheeks heat up under her gaze 

- However as quickly as they were there 

- They disappear 

- And the two of you fall into a surprisingly comfortable silence. 

- After about half an hour 

- Maeve stops what she’s doing to stretch 

- ‘is it okay if i play some music?’ 

- ‘sure, it’s your place. do what you want...as long as its not awful’ 

- ‘and what constitutes as awful?’ she asks, a smirk playing on her lips

- ‘well’ 

- And with that one question 

- Your entire day disappears in front of you 

- Laptops and books are closed and long forgotten 

- And instead you talk about music and movies 

- Books and plays 

- Characters that you love and hate 

- And the fact that her favourite character is the one you hate the most 

- She makes you lunch while you debate between movies and books and which adaptations are good

- And which ones should never have been made

- And you clean up and apologise profusely after a stray cushion (possibly thrown by you) ends up knocking the pan over 

- Surprisingly 

- She finds it quite funny 

- And you let out a relieved sigh

- Soon the sun goes down on another day 

- And you’ve barely written two paragraphs done between you

- ‘do you want to stay?’ she asks while your putting your jacket on

- If she’d asked you that this morning 

- You would have thought she had lost it 

- But now it feels almost inevitable 

- And you feel genuinely lucky to be asked 

- Not many people get to know Maeve 

- The real her 

- And that last person she told all of this to broke her heart 

- Very publicly 

- And she told herself she would never let herself be that vulnerable with someone ever again

- But this just feels right 

- For some reason you feel right 

- She feels safe with you 

- And part of her hates herself for it 

- But then again 

- She hates herself for not getting to know you sooner

- She feels far too attached to you 

- And it’s barely been twelve hours 

- You of course agree to stay 

- Shocking yourself and her 

- And while she sorts to sofa out 

- You excuse yourself to the bathroom 

- Under the pretences of telling your parents where you are 

- It takes two seconds to text them 

- And the other 28 to ask yourself 

- What the fuck are you doing? 

- Why are you agreeing to this? 

- Why do you feel like this? 

- What are you feeling?

- Who knows?

- Not you 

- Great 

- Now you’ve been in the bathroom for a suspicious amount of time 

- Just get it together, Y/n

- It’s just a study sleepover 

- Maeve gives you a questioning look as you leave 

- ‘you know how mums are. always worrying about where you are and what you’re doing’ 

- ‘i wouldn’t actually’ she shrugs and your eyes widen 

- ‘oh shit, sorry. i’m so sorry. god, i’m an idiot.’

- ‘it’s fine’ she forces a laugh and you wince. ‘i got you an extra duvet and little women is ready to watch so i can show you that the book is better’ 

- ‘that’s not what i said and you know it’ 

- ‘i’m sorry. i can’t hear you over the sound of me being 100% right and you being 100% wrong.’ 

- ‘you may be good at english, but you suck at maths’ 

- The next day you wake up to the sun shining through the curtains 

- And a clump of Maeve’s hair in your mouth 

- You splutter and cough and wake her up quickly 

- And she jumps away from you and smacks her head of the table 

- The two of you ended up moving the blankets to the floor while watching Pride and Prejudice 

- And neither of you bothered to move back 

- Maeve yawns and scratches her head

- Exposing a small part of her stomach and you feel yourself become a little breathless 

- ‘are you okay?’ 

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and she eyes you suspiciously 

- ‘whatever’ she shrugs and starts making breakfast 

- You watch as she pours to bowls of cereal

- Giving you the last of the milk 

- And for a second you’re a little worried as to how she knew you liked it 

- But then you remember that she also likes it and you had a whole discussion about the best and worst types of cereal at 2am 

- And half way through breakfast 

- You remember the original reason you’re here 

- And both of you curse loudly 

- Before rushing to finish eating 

-You get half way through your project 

- When Maeve asks if you want to go out for a bit 

- And well 

- She doesn’t need to ask you twice 

- And by the time you come back 

- The feeling you had last night returns 

- And has settled in your stomach 

- For the foreseeable future it seems 

- It makes you feel both light and heavy at the same time 

- And when you look at her 

- You feel dizzy 

- So you rush to finish the project 

- So you can go home and pretend nothing has changed 

- And yeah 

- With the need to leave 

- You get the rest of the assignment done fairly quickly 

- But you end up leaving feeling more confused about Maeve as you did when you started this 

- Maybe Miss Sands was right about a weekend project 

- Any longer and you would have gone insane trying to figure out whatever the hell this is 

- You just have to get through tomorrow and then you’ll be okay 

- Everything will go back to normal 

- You and Maeve can go back to being neutral to each other

- And you won’t have to deal with all of these confusing feelings that have decided to make an appearance for some reason 

- Wellll

- Turns out Miss Sands was wrong 

- A weekend is not enough time 

- And the first few presentations are awful 

- To put it nicely 

- So you spend the next week in a permanent confused state 

- Confused as to why you start looking for Maeve whenever you enter a room

- Confused as to why your heart skips a beat whenever you hear her laugh 

- Confused as to why you never want her stop talking in class 

- Even if the bell has rung and it’s lunch 

- Confused to why you keep looking for excuses to go over to see her 

- Despite your assignment being long done 

- And even more confused as to why you feel anxious when you’re waiting for her to answer the door

- The next Monday rolls around both painfully slowly and far too quickly 

- And while you wait for Ola and Danny to finish their presentation 

- Your hands shake with anxiety while your grip your papers 

- Maeve reaches over the table and gives them a reassuring squeeze 

- But it just makes them shake more and she slowly pulls back 

- Your turn can’t come quick enough 

- But then it’s over far too quickly 

- And you slump back down in your seat disappointed 

- Despite Miss Sands’ praise 

- Because it’s over 

- You no longer have an excuse to hang out with her 

- You never talked before 

- So why do you care about after 

- But there’s so much about her that you want to know

- Like the weird swan/moth hybrid 

- And the ugly plate that sits on top of the bookshelf 

- You want to be part of these stories 

- You want to be able to point to these things and say

- ‘yeah, i know exactly why that is special to you’ 

- You want to be the reason to add to this random collection of stuff 

- You want her to smile when she looks at them because they’ll remind her of you 

- You want her to smile when she looks at you 

- ‘y/n? are you okay?’ she asks making you jump 

- The classroom is now empty and you didn’t even notice the bell go 

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and grab your bag

- ‘are you sure?’ she grabs your arm forcing you turn around 

- ‘whats the weird swan thing on your coffee table?’ you ask and she furrows her eyebrows at you. ‘it’s just i saw it when i first came over and i really want to know the story behind it’ 

- ‘oh. aimee went through a pottery phase last year and that was the only thing she made that didn’t have a hole in it.’

- ‘and the plate?’ 

- ‘birthday present from my neighbours’ 

- ‘they got you a plate?’ 

- ‘yeah, they don’t have any kids’ 

- ‘clearly’ 

- Silence fills the room and you stare at the peeling posters behind her head 

- You can feel Maeve move closer to you and your breath hitches when she stops a few centimetres in front of you 

- She grabs your hand and squeezes it again 

- And your heartbeat increases 

- ‘y/n?’ 

- ‘yeah?’ 

- ‘i’m really, really confused right now. like more confused that i have ever been in my life. but what i do know, is that if i watch you walk out of that door without saying anything first, then i’d regret it for the rest of my life. i’ve only ever felt like this about boys before, but now i feel this and more about you and i have no idea where it’s come from or what i need to do, but i do know i need to tell you. because otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair for either of us’ she whispers and you stare at her wide eyed 

- ‘can i kiss you?’ she asks and you nod your head quickly 

- Slowly she leans in

- Her eye flutter closed and you follow 

- Your lips brush over hers 

- Her hands wrap around you waist to pull you close

- And then your lips connect 

- And you feel everything change 

- She kisses you slowly 

- And when you pull away you both feel breathless 

- Her cheeks are bright red 

- And there’s a shy smile playing on her lips as she looks at you bashfully

- And all of a sudden you feel really grateful for Miss Sands and her personal issues 

- Although you really hope they are resolved now 

- For your sake as well as hers

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#sex education #sex education imagine #maeve wiley #maeve wiley imagine #maeve wiley x reader

[dogbearinggifts]

What are your thoughts on tua S2? Did you feel like the characters grew? What did you like? What did you not? I’m interested in your perspective. Your analysis are super thoughtful and interesting!

Aw, thanks, Anon!

Overall, I really enjoyed S2 and thought it was a solid follow-up to S1. I do have my quibbles about it, so I think (for ease of reference and because my thoughts are a little scattered today) I’ll list some of my personal highlights (in no particular order) before getting into what I didn’t like as much.

Big spoilers ahead.

Allison. I thought they handled her storyline especially well. Of all the siblings, I think she had the most difficult obstacles placed in her way (not only is she a Black woman landing in 1961 Dallas, but she’s a Black woman landing in 1961 Dallas who can’t even speak in her own defense for a year) and they sugarcoated exactly none of it. The writers pulled no punches when showing what civil rights protesters went through, which just made their nonviolent response all the more breathtaking. Allison’s fear and anger during those scenes were palpable even as she kept them hidden. But along with that horror, we see the kindness and warmth of the Dallas Black community, the women who take her in simply because she needs their help, and her love for Ray, perhaps heretofore THE most thoughtful husband ever portrayed on screen. I loved him, and I loved him and Allison together. While I understand and respect his choice to stay in 1963, I wish they’d gotten more time together. They both deserved it.

Vanya. We got to see how much the baggage from her past affected her by glimpsing what she might be like if it were taken away. It’s an interesting philosophical question, and it was explored well, in my opinion. She finds it easier to love and be loved, and she stands up for herself more readily—but she also doesn’t hesitate to use powers she can’t quite control and threatens Five without fully realizing how dire her threat is (or how it might dredge up traumatic memories she doesn’t know exist). The moment where Ben finds her curled up, fully convinced she’s a monster, was heartbreaking. I loved watching her find happiness with Sissy, even if that was fleeting (and dear god, Sissy deserved her happy ending with Vanya, dammit, I don’t care if it would fuck up the timeline). Her patience and sweetness with Harlan were just beautiful. And the way she used the confidence she gained during her amnesia to fully come into her own not to exact revenge on her siblings, but to save them, was fucking phenomenal.

The humor. There was a lot more humor this season, and it was awesome. So many iconic scenes—Olga Foroga, Luther babysitting two homicidal Fives, Elliot awkwardly lecturing his guests on the history of Jello, “NEW TIMELINE NEW ME,” “Your vagina needs glasses,” AJ the fish gobbling up the cigarette bubbles, Five getting to say “fuck”….this season was a lot funnier than the previous one, and I think that was one of its strengths.

Klaus’ cult. It was played for laughs, which I both expected and thought was the best way to handle it. He didn’t want to start a new religion with himself at the center; he just wanted to not get thrown out of any more diners, but Destiny’s Children had other ideas. The “I too am a fraud!” scene was hilarious and tickled the question of whether or not a religion founded on false pretenses can still help those within it find meaning.

Luther. Getting him away from his dad, his siblings, and the Academy was exactly what he needed to become the pure of heart and dumb of ass genius we always knew he was, but his first major step in that direction was heartbreaking. We all knew he’d be rejected once he got to the Academy. We all knew Reginald would rip his heart out and stomp on it in his admittedly fashionable shoes. It gets Luther out on his own and forces him to become his own person apart from his dad, but that doesn’t make it any easier to watch. He got the positive character development he needed, but the catalyst was tragic.

Diego. We see, for the first time, exactly how Reginald kept him in line—not with meds or with PTSD-inducing torture, but with words. Even when he knows Diego as little more than a stranger, Reginald is able to rip off his skin and fling it in his face with a single diatribe; and even at 30, with years away from his dad, Diego is left unable to speak, feeling as if all of his accomplishments up to that point were the work of a dumb kid who thought he was smarter and more capable than he actually was.

Luther and Diego sharing a braincell. Luther has bad ideas. Diego has bad ideas. When they put their bad ideas together, they get terrible ideas. I loved watching them work together as a team, rather than being at each others’ throats for most of the season, even if I’m left hoping Olga Foroga had a pleasant and quiet day after that phone call.

Reginald. At first glance, it may look like the writers were trying to make him likable so they could parade him around as your average abusive-parent-with-a-soft-side. But it’s more nuanced than that. Abusive parents (and abusers in general) often fly under the radar because they fool outsiders into thinking they’re good people. They’re active in their communities. They give to charity. They have friends who attest to their virtue, significant others who think they’re the greatest. And that’s what we see with Reginald. We see him as the rest of the world did: an intelligent, eccentric man with a sharp sense of humor who cared deeply about scientific advancement. That’s how he evaded suspicion—because there were stories from years past of lively parties at his mansion, of what a gentleman he was to Grace and of how he did everything he could to save little Pogo. But those stories would all have come from people he considered his equals. When he’s with people he considers his inferiors—aka, the Umbrella kids—he’s openly condescending and demeaning. We get to see how he fooled the world, and it is chilling.

Elliot. He deserved better, and you can ship him with any one of the Hargreeves kids and get the cutest thing ever. 

The Swedes. They said so much while speaking very little.

Ben. He got more personality and screen time, and it was glorious. His love of his family and resentment toward Klaus practically leapt off the screen. The way he says “I’ve missed you all…so much” once they’ve all left was one of those right-in-the-feels moments; and watching him get so much of what he’s wanted for years when he possesses Klaus was beautiful.

Now, as for things I took issue with….

Ben. I understand why they ended his arc the way they did. I get that they were probably afraid the Klaus/Ben dynamic would grow stale if they didn’t change it somehow and wanted to give him a larger role in S3. His death(???) was heartbreaking and extremely well-done. But it also wasn’t foreshadowed. We never got any sense of what ghosts in the TUA ‘verse are, so the fact they can be destroyed by a ton of sound-turned-energy or by going too far into someone’s psyche or whatever happened….it’s not that it doesn’t make sense so much as there’s not enough evidence to determine whether or not it makes sense. It feels like the writers just kinda made that up so they’d have a reason to change Ben’s relationship dynamics, but if that’s the case, couldn’t they have done it another way? Couldn’t they have made it so the immense energy or psychic woo-woo or whatever gave him a power-up instead of destroying him? Vanya transferred some of her energy into Harlan and brought him back to life. Couldn’t something similar have happened with Ben? And if it tied him to Vanya as well as to Klaus, great! More fodder for angst and humor! (”Vannyyyyyyyy, stop hogging Ben!” “You got him for 17 years, Klaus, you can part with him for 20 minutes.” “Guys, don’t I get a say in this?”) I’m glad they didn’t write him out of the series entirely, but I still wish they’d kept him and all the character development he’d gotten throughout S2.

Episode 10. It looks like they tried to cram half a season’s worth of developments into 45 minutes. Twenty minutes in, I’d already said “Wait what the fuck” half a dozen times. A lot of those moments were explained later on, and I was able to make enough inferences to fill in any lingering plot holes, but…still. Too much stuff, too little time. E9 was a perfectly satisfying ending to the season. Yes, it leaves the siblings stranded in 1963, but they could’ve tied up those loose ends in the S3 premiere.

Lila. She’s an incredibly fun character, but her arc is kind of a mess. Most of that is due to E10, and I do feel that more time to let her arc breathe would’ve worked wonders, but I’m left feeling like her turn from “Handler is the best mom ever and I lurve Diego too” to “KILL DIEGO AND HIS EVIL FAMILY” to “Handler is a bad mom and Diego is right” happened too quickly.

The Commission. Okay, so, the Handler announces the entire Board has been killed, and she’s stepping in as director even though everyone appears to know she’s been demoted (and demoted pretty severely—she went from having an office bigger than some apartments to being a case management drone). There’s suspicion and lots of it. But then, La Resistance is….ten or so people in a single room? And when she calls the temps agents to her side, thousands of them show up ready and willing to fight and die? I dunno. Just seems like there should’ve been more splintering going on there. Again, I think they needed more time to tie everything up.

Aside from those complaints, I loved the season. I set aside most of a day to binge it, and I do not regret that decision at all.

#the umbrella academy season 2 spoilers #tua s2 spoilers #umbrella academy season 2 spoilers #The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #tua #luther hargreeves #Diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #grace #pogo #number one #number two #number three #number four #number five #number six #number seven #anon #answered

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

Learning how to use the runes with Caster Cu (FGO)

I spent 6 hrs writing the most shamelessly self-indulgent headcanons ever Here, Caster will teach the FGO master the basics of the runes. Follow the master as they learn a bit about their origins, face rigorous testing, make their own set of runes; and use them for the very first time!

*Disclaimer: These headcanons will focus on the use of the Elder Futhark runes. (In fgo, they use both elder and younger futhark) As I’ve only been researching the Nordic runes for around 9 months, please take these headcanons with a pinch of salt! (also, fgo master will be gender neutral! Please enjoy.)

As soon as you broach the topic to him, Caster Cu’s face pales considerably; as images of Odin hanging upside down on the world tree for 9 days permeate his mind. Hopefully you weren’t asking him if you could do that... you weren't, right?

‘Shit...I knew this day would come.’ Awkwardly lowering his hood over his face (so then he can avoid looking at your expectant expression); Caster sighs. “Ah, yeah...Rune magic. Sure, I’ll teach you later...yeah, later.”

Hoping that his bluff is successful, he tries to dematerialize away as fast as possible. However, once you latch onto his pale blue coat to ask what you should do first, he finally caves in; knowing that there’s no way for him to worm his way out of this perilous situation.

“You know, you could try asking Skadi. Or how about Shishou? There’s a hell of a lot of other servants who know bits and pieces about the runes as well. How about you give ‘em a try first?”

When you admit that you want to learn from him, due to your deep appreciation for his extremely flashy use of the runes; Caster stifles a laugh. Yep, there really was no room for escape now.

“Well, I can’t fault you for that; I do look pretty damn cool in action!” Twirling his staff, Caster strikes a pose. “But I don’t get it. You’re already training in other arts. Why would you wanna load rune magic on top of that? You like drowning yourself in work or something??”

As you excitedly flapped your arms around, explaining how you liked watching him trace sparkling runes with his hands; and wanted to take his tree branch summoning skills for yourself, his eyes widen with surprise. He wasn’t expecting you to be this observant.

“Ah, you mean the Berkana/Berkano (ᛒ) rune? Yeah, that one represents the birch tree, so I can summon it. It also commonly symbolizes new beginnings and fertility...” Caster trails off as your braincells physically implode at his explanation.

Berkana? Birch trees? Fertility?! You had no idea what he was talking about right now. As a dour silence weighs heavily upon the two of you, a lightbulb of inspiration strikes Caster right in the head.

“Oi, master. Read up a little on the runes, and remember at least some of their names first. As your new teacher, that’ll be your first assignment. See ya!” And with that, he was gone, vanishing into thin air. Realizing that he had just agreed to teach you, your face sparkles with glee. Clenching your fists with all of your might, you march towards the library. Time would wait for no man!!!!

Exchanging friendly greetings with Murasaki, as you trundle through an entire emporium of books; it takes hours for you to find a book on the runes. Many of the books were in a language that you couldn’t read, however this one looked rather easy on the eyes.

Titled ‘Easy Rune Magic for Modern Mages’, you flick through a rather simplistic guide that provides you with the names and a single definition for each rune; but it provides you with little to no information on how to truly understand their meaning. With subheadings such as ‘How to use the Fehu (ᚠ) rune to generate wealth to pay for your magecraft PHD at the Clock Tower’ and ‘Is Thurisaz (ᚦ) more effective to use as a defensive spell or curse spell?’ you were officially BAMBOOZLED. Tired, you decide to throw in the towel for today.

However, on your way back to your room, a stroke of excellent luck manifests itself before you. Situated upon a sturdy pine table are none other than Sigurd and Byrnhildr, who are reading together. Although you find this scene to be rather adorable (seeing as they were both entirely intact, with no stabbing wounds to be seen); you decided to interrupt their date anyway.

“O-oh, master...” Byrnhildr blushes, as Sigurd waves politely. “What brings you here today?” Slamming your hands on the table, you passionately declare that you wish to learn more about the runes, but can’t understand them without gaining some insight into their history first. As Brynhildr’s eyes glimmer with a sense of appreciation at your open display of interest of their culture, Sigurd haphazardly pulls out the chair next to them.

“I’m glad to see you profess such a profound interest in the runes, master. Please sit down and join us.” Glasses sparkling ominously, Sigurd explains a little bit more about how the elder futhark runes work. He not only explains how Odin discovered their wisdom after hanging from the world tree Yggdrasil; but also tells you about how Odin shared their power with humankind, making him none other than the ‘Allfather’ of the runes.

At the mention of his name, Byrnhild’s expression sours somewhat; making you realize that the two most likely share personal ties with him.

“They’re a special alphabet that we can use to invoke the power and wisdom of the Norse gods, so be careful with them.”

Sigurd then goes on to explain how all 24 runes are separated into three Aetts- which are basically a means of dividing the runic characters into different categories.

“Each rune comes with a short poem. That way, you’ll be able to understand them and their context a little more.”

Once you thank him for the information, he replies with a “I hope I was of use. I’m very proud of you for asking us for help.”; as Byrnhildr returns with an entire truckload of books tucked within her arms!!!

“These books will be helpful! This one’s about the myths associated with the runes, and this one is a practical guide that’ll help cultivate understanding. As for this one, it explains their etymology.”

Byrnhildr chuckles at your gobsmacked expression, as the two of them heap the books into your own arms. “You don’t need to know everything about them, but it’ll be handy for you to develop a little bit of historical and lexical knowledge as well.”

‘I thought I only had to know their names and descriptions...!!’ Tears pooling within your eyes at the mountain of books, you thank them for their help and leave, as they wish you all the best with your studies (and prayed that one day you’d wish to speak to them in the language as well. They couldn’t wait for that opportunity!)

Sighing all the way back to your room, you gasp in surprise as you bump into none other than Skadi.

“Oh, good timing.” Passing you a bundle of golden-trimmed strips of ancient paper, Skadi smiles vigorously. “You can use these as flash cards for your rune training, as well. I’m surprised that you didn’t ask for my guidance, but that may have been for the best. I would’ve trained you thoroughly in the arts.”

A chill jolts through your spine at that. Who knows just how hard she would’ve trained you? Part of Skadi was Scathach, after all. Thanking her for her assistance, the two of you split paths.

‘I seem to be bumping into a lot of people today...’

Was this a mere coincidence, or perhaps something more?

A busy month full of book reading and writing notes onto your flash cards passes within a blur.

Mash had also shown great interest in your studies, and would help test you with your flashcards every day! However, you were still pretty confused about how long this stage of research would last for.

Whilst reading up on how runes could also be used to predict the future and provide advice for one’s dilemmas; and how the Nornir (3 deities of fate) determined this form of divination, you groan.

All of the people within the books had their own sets of runes, which they would use to communicate with the gods.

In other words, they could be used for divination as well as magic.

‘Why can’t I do that yet?’ You pout indignantly; snapping the book shut.

If Caster wouldn’t teach you rune magic, he could at least teach you about divination! Patience running thin, you decide to leap back into action.

It was time to confront your teacher, once and for all.

However, as soon as you exit your room; you are greeted by none other than Caster himself.

Almost tripping onto the floor with surprise, you gawp in shock at his appearance. With his staff and a mouth-watering cup of Darjeeling tea he had brought from one of Marie’s posthumous tea parties in his hands, Caster smirks. “Yo, master. Looks like I came just on time.”

As the two of you settle in the canteen for class (?), after a bit of small talk; you declare that you want to learn how to use the runes for divination. “If you won’t teach me magic, then I would like to learn how to communicate with the runes first, please!”

At this, he lets out an unusually loud guffaw of laughter. “Ahaha, so you finally worked it out, huh? Before you can use their magic; you gotta understand and communicate with the runes, as well. You’re a faster learner than I thought you’d be.”

Unsure whether this was a compliment or not, you enquire as to what he means by that. “It’s pretty simple: you can’t cast these bad boys without building a relationship with them first. On that note, let’s see how much you’ve learnt from your studies.”

His test is a nightmare.

As he barks the name of each rune from the First Aett (the first eight runes), you are forced to draw each and every one. If you get a rune wrong, he repeats it consistently until you draw the right alphabet for each one.

Afterwards, he takes you through a hellish journey as he asks you to provide at least one definition for each rune.

By the time you are done, night has already swept its veil over Chaldea; the halls devoid of any signs of life.

In other words, the two of you had been at this for the entire evening, which had definitely garnered you both the attention and pity of many staff and servants.

Stomach rumbling, you beg Caster to finish class for today.

“Yeah, sure. Whoops, looks like I got a bit carried away right there.” He has definitely inherited his deadly teaching style from Scathach.

When you ask him if you’re ready for the next bout of training; he frowns. “Nope, that was only the First Aett. You’ll only move to the next stage when you’ve memorized all THREE. In other words, get to learning all 24 runes!!” As you cry in despair, Caster shoots you a mischievous wink as he helps himself to the bar.

The dreaded tests continue on a weekly basis.

Not only do you have to deal with the challenges of the saving the world, helping out your allies and maintaining your own health; you also have to leap into the hellish jaws of rune testing with Caster Cu.

Albeit suffering greatly from the challenge, your spirit was also greatly roused. Learning about the runes was fun!

So much fun, that you’d often dream about them, and see their shapes in the food that you ate; and would even accidentally use their names in conversation sometimes, like saying: “Oh, I’m sure the energy of this rune would help with your headaches,” to a very bewildered Mash; or comparing the sunrise to the runes (which confused Shakespeare and Hans greatly. Actually, they are now worried about your health).

All in all, your studies were starting to take effect!!

It was finally time.

As Caster more or less yelled the name of each rune at you, your response was astounding. Not only were you able to draw the shape of every rune in a matter of seconds, you could also provide multiple readings for all 24 of them.

Eyebrows quirked with surprise, Caster sighs with relief. ‘Phew. Looks like class will be shorter than usual today.’

“Holy shit. You’ve done a damn great job, master. You got them all right!” As you roared with joy, pumping your fists into the air with glee; Caster almost fell off his chair- clutching his sides as he tried (yet failed) not to laugh. “Alright, buckle up. We’re gonna get you a set of runes now.”

A set of runes?! Your eyes sparkled at the prospect of finally being able to have runes of your own. It was about time, as well. You had grown sick of using your flash cards, you wanted the real thing!

However, you were confused about the concept of needing your own set. If Skadi and Caster Cu could manifest them just by using their hands, and magical devices; why would a person need to have a set of them? As you expressed your concern, Caster nods his head in understanding.

“I see your point. But even I have a set of runes, you know? It’s every bit as useful a method.” Unleashing a small, worn-out felt pouch; glimmering gems -whose rune inscriptions were engraved upon them in gold- splashed across the dining table. They were beautiful. “’Sides, there’s something exciting about making your own set.”

Your mind swims with excitement, as he describes the different materials that runes can be made from: bones, metal, gemstones, pebbles, glass, clay...there were endless options.

However, when you asked him if you could use your collection of Evil Bones to make a rune set, he chokes on his coffee- pure horror drenched across his features.

“No way in hell! You trying to get yourself killed? Never invoke the power of the runes on cursed items, master.” 

Then how about using QP or Mana Prisms as a base to inscribe the runes instead? Once you suggested this, his face paled somewhat. “Yeah, about that...don’t even think about it. You need those materials, you know.”

Grumpily threading his hands through blue locks of hair, he sighs. “Look, I’ll help you find some materials. Guess we could rayshift the next time I’m free or something...” As you cheer exuberantly, he can’t help but crack a small smile.

Being a teacher was a lot more amusing than he originally anticipated it to be. There was something fun about departing his knowledge. Besides, he had dedicated himself to becoming the guiding light of Chaldea anyway. ‘A little teaching hurts no-one.’

Using the light of the Soliwo (ᛊ) rune to guide the way, the two of you traverse through a forest heaving with verdant green trees and wildlife.

No matter how many pretty trees and tumbled pebbles you found by the riverside; you weren’t sure if they were the right material for you.

Just when you were about to give up, a powerful jolt of electricity beckons you; almost as if it’s calling your name. As soon as you alert Caster of your instinctual powers, he looks rather flummoxed at first; but is somewhat awed once his Soliwo rune’s light begins to shine in exactly the same direction as the one you’re pointing in!

‘Huh, that sure is weird.’

Things only get weirder, once you both come upon a ginormous slab of Labradorite. Situated neatly upon a bed of leaves. Placed carefully within the middle of the forest.

This timing was too good to be true.

As the electricity coursing through your veins triples in intensity, Caster has to hold you back before you cut loose. “Oi, wait up. Let me test this stone for safety first.”

Placing an Algiz (ᛉ) runestone in your hands to guarantee your protection, he saunters towards the massive hunk of Labradorite.

Chanting an incantation beneath his breath, the forest glows in an eerie blue light; as a pale magic circle glimmers beneath the stone. “Yeah, it’s safe. Pretty strange for it to be out here, though.”

As he sketches Thurisaz (ᚦ) (which not only symbolizes thorns, defense and danger, but can also be used as a means to channel a power akin to Thor’s hammer, mlonjir) onto his staff, he smashes it against the mass of Labradorite; splitting what was once an enormous rock into 24 neatly divided; brilliant blue gems.

Gathering them up, he thrusts them before you. “Here you go. That was a pretty lucky find, if I do say so myself.”

You thank him for your help- making sure to also pay homage to the awesome power of your intuition at the same time, which tickles Caster right in the funny bone.

As soon as the stones drop into your hand; they crackle with an immensely powerful energy, as if these gems were waiting for you!!

As you turn them onto the side; you are gobsmacked to see rune inscriptions already engraved onto each and every stone, as if they were reacting to the mana flowing within your body.

You ask Caster to take a look at this strange phenomenon for you.

“Whoa, are you kidding me? That’s pretty awesome. Let me take a look, too.” As you gently stretch your palms towards Caster- trying to keep the runestones steady in your hands- he gently takes your palms, leaning towards them.

As he catches sight of the engravings lying upon them, his crimson eyes widen with bewilderment. “Holy shit...I think the gods just made you an offering. You’re secretly packing a shitload of power in there, ain’t you? Great job!”

Ruffling your hair, Caster grins. “Think you’ve got time for more teaching?”

As you nod your head, anticipation clear on your features; he plonks onto the ground, handing you a felt pouch. “Put them in there. Try doing your first reading, see what rune speaks to you first!”

Eagerly plonking all 24 runes into the sparkly pouch, you close your eyes and concentrate; beseeching the contact of the gods. Imagining yourself encountering the Nonrnir, as you visualize dropping into the center of the world; you place a hand within your pouch.

Rummaging around the bag, a single rune sends energy rippling through your fingers. That was the one! Pulling it out of the bag, you grin excitedly...only to see that it was none other than...

Nauthiz (ᚾ).

‘Aw shite...’ Disappointed by the rune, you sigh. You wished that your rune could’ve been a more positive one! However, Caster’s reaction was rather different to yours.

“Hey, it’s not as bad as it looks.” Figure illuminated by the sun, he looked much more chill than usual. “Nauthiz is all about your needs, you know? With all the singularities popping up recently, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re pushing yourself too far.”

“But this rune is basically saying ‘lol you’re suffering’...It’s frustrating.” You counter him.

You knew all too well about the massive strains your body was going through, the transformations you were forced to undergo. Sometimes, it was just too painful for you to bear. Seeing this rune only served as a reminder of that fact.

“How about you look at it from a different perspective? Even though things are way outta wack for you, a small fire still burns. Doesn’t Nauthiz look a bit like two twigs that you’d see in a fire?” Now that was a funny observation. As you smiled at that, he continued. “It just means that no matter how hard things become; all you gotta do is balance your needs and continue to fight. Nauthiz is also screaming ‘oi, damnit! Don’t give up here, you can survive and make it out the other side sparkling like brand new, you hear me??’”

You were very grateful to hear that. Now you realized that even the most ominous of runes also came with signs of fortune and peace.

In other words, they would be there to support you all the way. Thanking him for his great insight, he replies with a simple “Well, I’m the wise one you know? Anyway, you know the saying. Even the coldest of ice thaws someday.”

As you correctly link his adage to the runes, he claps with pride. “Nice, nice. Well, that’ll be all for my teaching. Soon you’ll be able to do readings with nine or more runes!”

But once you yell to him about how you want to use runes such as Kenaz (ᚲ) to fulfil your long-standing desire to set shit on fire; his expression hardens.

“I ain’t teaching you rune magic until you learn how to master rune divination. Don’t push your luck too far~ Come visit me again once you learn how to read the past, present and future with them!” As you indigently complain about how you still want to summon birch trees, and about how difficult it was to learn about the runes; he bursts into rancorous laughter. “That’s not my problem! C’mon, lay off a little...”

Frustrated, you finally give up, asking for one last request. “Caster. What rune will you get if you do a single reading? I would like to see.”

Begrudgingly adhering to your request, he unearths none other than the Ansuz (ᚨ) rune.

“Ah, my favorite. Well, that’s it for today. Let’s go back.” As he turns away, a frightening wind blows through the trees, as a dark shadow drifts over his figure.

In that very moment, he becomes a dark specter within a bountiful forest filled with brilliant light; as his form briefly flickers and shifts, melding into an entire kaleidoscope of distinct beings.

But all it took was a single blink for his form to return back to normal again.

How strange...Was that none other than an illusion? Were your eyes playing tricks with you? Silently trailing behind, you contemplated the meaning behind the rune he had drawn.

Ansuz...It commonly symbolized communication, breath, and chiefly of all...it was the rune that represented none other than Odin himself.

In addition to that, you saw how the rune landed on its side when Caster drew it, and the mysterious glint in his eyes.

Was Caster hiding something? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

‘Just who is Caster Cu really?’ Such a thought weighed dangerously heavy within your mind as the two of you took the steep path back home.

By learning more about the runes, you may have unlocked the door to an endless chasm of mysteries; one that had ties directly linking to the deeper truths lying behind Chaldea...

THE END

Omg this was only meant to be like 1,000 words. But I got extremely invested within this concept and was burning with great excitement, which lead to this becoming SUPER LONG XD Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this ;; Also dw learning runes in real life isn’t as hardcore as this, I promise you!

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[quantumlocked310]

Summon Up Remembrance

@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​. Cherrypie. My friend. My OG. My Vikings Mom. My shared braincell about everything Hvitty. You encouraged me to put myself out there and talk to people. You’ve given me some of my best ideas. You’re an amazing human who works so hard both in fandom and irl. I’m so happy I took the plunge and wrote you Bjornekram so we could start up this wonderful friendship. Congratulations on your 500 followers! Every single one is well-deserved.

So! In order to celebrate our love, I’ve tortured myself and Hvitty with this story inspired by The Little Match Girl. I’d say “Enjoy!,” but I have a feeling that’s not the right word...

Summary: What if Ivar hadn’t found Hvitserk in that cold forest in time?

Warnings: not a happy time, depression, graphic descriptions of violence, major character death, loss, despair, drug use, oral sex female receiving

Note: Title from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 30

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He’d used his last coin to buy the matches. Everything else had already been spent on the sweet release the mushrooms and drink provided him. His greatest triumph bled into his deepest failure when Bjorn sentenced him to live in the frozen forest. He knew it would not be long. His half-brother had given him painful and terrible mercy. Already he could no longer feel his toes, and his hair was stiff with ice.

His first match is useless. Scraped against the frozen rocks he huddles behind for some semblance of shelter. He knows he’s going to die, but he’d like to have a last taste of heat before he goes. Even the memory of the bright burning flames of his execution can no longer keep the shivering at bay. The cold and wet sticks he’d gathered couldn’t catch, even with the pine needles he’d found to shove under the bundle.

He is resigned to no fire and no hope. Only four matches to keep him company. The last vestiges of drink and drugs are leaving his body aching and freezing; his hands have barely enough movement to strike the next match. He watches this one burn. Its tiny flame dancing merrily along the wood. In its flickering he sees a better time; his favorite feast.

He’d been younger then, and happier. Not yet burdened with a legacy and revenge. The feast fires had kept him warm inside the packed great hall, and his belly had been full of food and satisfied with drink. It was the night he learned a woman might prefer his mouth over his other parts, and he’d been fascinated. The thrall he’d danced with had taken him aside and shared in his body, and shown him things other women hadn’t yet taught him. Their copulation was in a side room; their sounds of pleasure hidden by the noise in the hall. He remembers the delicious wet heat of her body against his tongue, and the way she whimpered and begged so sweetly for him.

The match goes out and Hvitserk is thrust out of the memory. He grows melancholy as he remembers the thrall was killed by horse hoof to the head when she was cleaning the stables one day. A horrible accident.

He scrambles for the next match. Wanting to leave this new remembrance aside and see something joyful once more. The next match strike flares bright in front of his eyes and he hears the clang of axes on swords. His best battle. He’d felt invincible that day. Bobbing and weaving in between English soldiers. Feeling the thunk of his axe as he buries it in the flesh of his enemies. The sweet and terrible smell of blood and guts and fresh mud. Hearing screams and battle cries around him as the Vikings cut a swath through the English forces. Getting to fight alongside his brothers, and seeing the prideful look in Ubbe’s face when he swoops in at the last moment to save his older brother from danger. Ubbe.

The match goes out, and the cold rushes into Hvitserk’s head. His despair is palpable. Ubbe could not let him die as he’d wished for on that fiery spit. But Ubbe let him walk into this cold and certain death demanded by Bjorn.

His saddened breath rattles his chest, and he feels the exhaustion in his bones; the wet snow seeping further and further into his clothing to numb his skin. The stinging tears falling from his red-rimmed eyes freeze to his cheeks, and he is barely able to lift a hand to strike the match. The tears fall faster as he stares into the flickering orange and gold to find a moment of peace.

They’re all there. Ivar, Ubbe, Sigurd, and Hvitserk. The four of them that beautiful spring day, together in the forest trading blows of the sword and the axe. Even their verbal sparring brings a smile to his disheveled face. He remembers going toe to toe with Sigurd, and being equally matched with Ivar. The rush of adrenaline in the fight is a distant comfort, and he dwells again upon youth; how young they all were. Naive and furious; untouched by the horrors that awaited them.

The match goes out and shivers wrack Hvitserk’s body. He sobs and shakes as he memorializes the family he will never see again.

Desire floods his system. The desire he’s always had to escape, to be someone he is not, to chase the dreams he had but could never fulfill. He weeps for his brothers, his mother, and his father. The most torturous thoughts follow, and he mourns and cries for himself. For the person he will never be. For the women he loved, and the children he never gave them.

This is his last one. The last chance to see his loved ones again. To see his brothers happy and together and alive again. Perhaps he will catch a glimpse of Thora or Margrette in this last memory. He draws strength from this small hope.

His breaths rattle and he lights the match. In the tiny flame it is his mother. How tall she felt when he was a child. She is loving peering down at his small frame as he plays with a wooden horse from Floki. Her smile is radiant as she talks to him. Asking him about the horse and the world inside his mind. Her tone is warm and loving, and it floods his body with a final burst of heat.

The match goes out and Hvitserk’s hand falls. In front of him his mother hasn’t left. Standing there like she was in his memory, with a gentle, proud smile on her regal face. She raises her hand, palm up, open and beckoning him. He rises and falls deeply into his mother’s embrace, clutching at her silken robes that catch the salty tears still falling down his face.

“Come, my son. You have done well. We must go to meet your father and brother.” Aslaug wraps her arms around her beautiful boy and holds him close. She feels his sorrow and his perfect joy as their souls connect and ascend.

Some hours later the stomping of boots and the rattle of wheels can be heard in the forest. Ivar looks to his side, observing the landscape around him, and his eyes are drawn to a cluster of rocks. They’re not at all interesting he thinks, but a strong winter wind whips past his face, and the rocks flutter in the wind. No, not the rocks. The hood of the person hunched behind them.

Ivar calls for a halt and carefully climbs down from his rig. He doesn’t know why, but he knows he has to see who it is for himself. His heart is pounding, and his instincts are screaming, and when he rounds the cluster he sees why.

The body is Hvitserk.

White hot rage floods his body, and Ivar lets out a primal scream. His sorrow and pain released in one powerful sound. Tears flood his eyes and freeze on his cheeks. He gestures to the closest soldiers to help carry his brother. They can barely lift him; Hvitserk has frozen in place, but Ivar is determined to give his brother the Viking funeral he deserves.

Ivar cries and mourns, and swears that he will seek revenge on his brothers in Kattegat who shoved one of their own into the wild to die. They did not even allow his fearsome brother the warrior’s death he deserved. What Ivar misses in his incandescent rage is the sweet smile on Hvitserk’s frozen face. Ivar should be celebrating, because as he was not in life Hvitserk is euphoric in his death; together with those he loved and lost once again. The image of rapturous bliss frozen forever in time on the face of his mortal body.

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[pirate-kwazii]

Watching Ring Of Fire now so here’s more of my thoughts

Is that a fence in the water

Is everyone groaning about the sea urchin and crab or yawning? I can’t tell

Okay I’ve had the Vegimals song stuck in my head for awhile now

Kwazii’s alarm clock shoots tennis balls at him- same

And Dashi starts the day with yoga

Tweaks fell asleep playing video games mood

Shellington what the fUCK

Tf is that- is that lava?!?

Oh ring of fire like the volcanoes- I feel stupid now

They’re doing their role call out of order

What the fuck Kwazii why did you eat 17 kelp cakes

Is the only thing you eat is seaweed

VIDEO TRAINING VIDEO TRAINING

*terrible accordion playing* *everyone winces*

How many cousins do you have peso?!?!

Kwazii: I’m going out and FAST!!!!

Captain: *eyebrow raise*

Kwazii: I mean I’m checking the engine

MORE GUPS?!?!

“Don’t push the Z button” Kwazii is definitely going to press it I bet all 3 of my dollars

Wait why did Peso and Barnacles need a Gup if they were taking the octopod?!

How much time does Tweak have to keep making all these gups?!

Aw Kwazii loves that Gup so much

WHAT IS BARNACLES WEARING WHAT THE HELL NO

Kwazii’s copying it omg-

Shellington and Dashi are such nerd friends it’s actually adorable

Tremors those are probably important

Ring-shape? Like the ring of fire-

Oh no comms are down

A TSUNAMI?!?!

Mateys you should’ve stayed at the Octopod

Kwazii saved Tweak’s life and now it’s flooding

Why don’t they know about the Ring of Fire if they LIVE in the ocean

Oh no the comms are down they can’t reach them!!!!

Damn at least no one is alone...

Of course the Chinstrap Penguins live on a volcano

Well at least Shellington and Dashi are alright and above water so there’s a lower chance of drowning

“How does he know I’m an octonaut?” Maybe it’s because you’re wearing the octonauts colors and the logo all over it

Wow itd be faster to push the stupid thing

Last time you guys followed the screaming sound there was a tsunami

Well at least you found the whales you wanted to find

“I’ve always wanted to see a whale but not like this!” I’d sure hope so Shellington

Of course the volcano erupts

Tweak Kwazii are ya okay?!

THEY DONT HAVE AIR TANKS ON THEM OH NO

TWEAK!!!

Now is not the time to copy Barnacles- holy shit it worked

She just noticed that?!

Shit you guys are stuck

Kwazii beggars can’t be choosers

Why is that the only way to get across Tweak

No Tweak pay attention

ITS ON FIRE

I really hope you guys can hold your breath

She’s pulling a Ladybug and the things she looks at glow now

Improvised fire extinguisher

WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE ARENT YOU UNDERWATER

Eww they landed in seaweed and a banana peel

Why does everyone end in the garbage disposal- sorry compost

Oh he almost fell in-

*opens door and floods room* Guess we’re swimming after all

Tunip leave him it’s natural selection

Grouber just sits and eats during a panic- same

“Lesson Nine- dealing with disasters” what

Why is the background of those videos so bad

I mean it’s rad but also bad

Tunip: *hands the Vegimals a bunch of shovels* good luck

Mateys how did that dirt pile work-

*quickly unplants all the seaweed*

*vacuums the animals*

LEAVE THE SEAWEED YOU HAVE ENOUGH

“You gotta save us!” Why didn’t you get their attention sooner?

Why do none of them notice the volcanoes that they live on/near

We’ve seen the rafts it won’t work

How the hell did you think of that

Is that even possible

They only leave Inkling in charge when legit no one else is there

Kwazii and Tweak: *mimic pirates, rabbits and Barnacles*

Peso and Barnacles: *mimic penguins*

How was the lava that aLMOST COOKED YOUR EGGS NOT A WARNING SIGN

Wow Inkling is not good at this I see why he’s never in charge

Even Kwazii and the Vegimals have managed the octopod better than that

Why is there is Disco Ball

Why does it always switch to the training videos

“Dashi’s so good at this” yeah it’s almost like it’s her JOB

There was a BUTTON FOR THAT EXACT REASON AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO PRESS IT FIRST?!?!?!

Took you long enough jeez

What is they fall off of the “slide”

“Mothers and babies first” anyone else can perish

Well that egg is dead

Oh never mind he got it

WHY DIDNT YOU TWO GET ON THE SIDE TOO TWEAK WOULD UNDERSTAND

I mean she and Kwazii are trying not to be set on fire so I’m sure she’d get it

“I just hope everyone else is okay” well shellington and Dashi are stuck on a volcano that’s exploding trying to get a beached whale out on a very slow Gup, the Vegimals are trying to evacuate the garden, and Tweak and Kwazii are trying to get out of the burning and flooding repair area so no I don’t think anyone else is okay

“This isn’t working” no really Dashi

Oh the crabs know Kwazii that explains so much

Another Training Video?!

The crew all look so nervous when they appear in a training videos

Oh now Dashi and Shellington are mimicking Tweak

Poor Shellington he’s clumsy

“I have to say I.. really like that plan” yea cuz it’s the one that doesn’t involve you burning in the lava

Shellingtons getting a workout in oof

He’s about to fall into the lava

Now the crabs about to fall into the water

Oh god he’s screwed

Crab jump on the whale- now he’s flying

Shellington get out of the lava!!!

Alright some people are safe

Oh never mind the other volcanoes are erupting too

That water level is dangerously high are they gonna be okay

Kwazii don’t phrase it like that it sounds like you’ll die

KWAZII!!!!!

Oh god oh no his tail

Mimicking Barnacles saved the day

TWEAK!!! KWAZII!!!

Oh they are alright thank god

They’re gonna be traumatized from this- *angst time*

“And how will we get up there” Kwazii making good points again

Kwazii with a grappling hook is a terrifying idea please get one

And now they find out the comms are down

Kwazii trying to be helpful

WHY DOES SHE HAVE AN EMERGENCY CARROT STASH

KWAZII GOT ONE TOO

Another video but this ones useless-

TWEAK YOU TURNED OFF THE POWER

They sounded the octo alert together!!!

Babies

EVERYONES OKAY!!!!

OF COURSE THERES ANOTHER ONE

Kwazii and Tweak: ya we’re good

Also them: *trying to not to drown or burn*

They are all gonna connect to each other like Voltron aren’t they

KWAZII DID PRESS IT IM NOT LOSING MY $3 TODAY!!!

Tweak: I got a plan

*crashes through the hatch*

Kwazii: *excited cat sounds*

Yeah they’re going together naturally

“Mega Gup Z” epic naming skills Tweak

“Seat swap” “wait a minute- WHOA”

“It’s completely covered in sea creatures” there’s no way you get all of them

Oh good some are swimming away

“Sit tight” they can’t really do anything else Captain

Do we know where they go after being S U C C E D into the mega Gup z?

And now rocks are everywhere

Kwazii’s excited cat noises are giving me life

Couldn’t the crabs walk away?

Oh no they’re getting stuck in the volcano-

Oh they’re good thank Neptune

Dashi: yea it’s bout to erupt we gotta go

Peso: I saw something inside there we gotta go look

Does Peso want them to die

Of course the animals sound snobby

“Why ever would we do that” CUZ ITS ERUPTING i swear all the creatures have the IQ of a walnut

“I didn’t even make a button for it” bruh

Yeah just like Voltron

Kwazii: *even more excited cat noises cuz he gets to destroy things*

Why do you all name the moves with the word “mantis” in front of them?

They all share one braincell and Barnacles and Peso have it 90% of the time

Tweak gets the other 10%

Everyone else runs on pure chaotic energy

“Tweak Status Report!” Tweak: WE ARE FUCKED

Let Tweak say “Fuck” 2k21

Kwazii: *e x c i t e d c a t n o i s e s*

*throws sea creatures at whale*

*blows up into five gups in massive explosion in front of erupting volcano*

Is all that sea urchin thinks about is food

“You know what I’d like? Dinner” “you know what pal, that sounds great”

“Have the eruptions stopped” “yea but that’s not what I called about”

Is Inkling trying to be more than that guy who sits in his library all day?

Yea it’s not hatching because of the bandage all around it

Please say the egg doesn’t die

Oh it’s alive good

Octonauts: remember that island that got destroyed by a volcano? Would you like to live on an island that volcano created?

Penguins: not really

Octonauts: too bad

Vegitoa? Wow

ITS THAT STUPID SONG AGAIN LAST TIME IT WAS IT MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS

“It still felt like we were working as a team” maybe cuz you were all copying each other the whole time

“You really, really need to update those training videos” yeah fair enough

Of course the Vegimals still remember the dance

I see what the hype was about that was a fantastic movie mateys... though everyone’s probably gonna have some problems after that

#octonauts #kwazii #shellington #peso #captain barnacles #dashi #tweak #professor inkling #the vegimals #Tunip #ring of fire #octonauts ring of fire #kwazii rambles #long post

[stellamore-after-dark]

Headcanons on how the LIs would react to the Oracle suggesting they could start a family once their situation becomes more peaceful.

This request is, as the kids say, “BUSSIN’” (Admin Yara help!!! My older millennial is showing 😫)

Cipactli:

Surprise will be the first thing that crosses his features. Sure, as a royal its was always expected of him to produce an heir to the thrown, however he never expected to find someone he truly loved and that would love him back in order to do so. And then you entered his life and basically turned it upside down and now you have the AUDACITY to come in and tell him that you want to start a family with all misty eyed and looking the way you do.....sign him the fuck up.

He will be so thrilled and just might get slightly misty eyed with you. After all that has happened in Huatzintepec and now finally living in a world surrounded by true peace; he couldn’t imagine a more perfect world and partner to raise and grow a family in and with.

Regardless of wether you both decide to adopt or have your child the fact remains that Cipactli will absolutely R E A D  E V E R Y  B O O K  A V A I L A B L E that might help/ease him into parenthood an DESPITE his preparations he still was not ready (cause who really is am I right). As soon as the child is here he will panic; is he good enough, is he prepared enough, will his child love him, etc., etc. You will most definitely need to help him get out of his own head and reassure him that he will be a wonderful father.

Mukondi:

Mukondi would be ecstatic at the idea of starting a family with you. Although she will be slightly apprehensive at first due to her duties as the human representative of Saiph; most of her insecurities and fears would lie on whether or not she would spend enough time with your child when, as it is, she barely has enough time for herself. Of course, this would be something discussed between you both before any definite decision is made and you both mutually agree that this would be easily solvable by hiring or staff/representatives to take her place in her absence (make👏🏻her👏🏻 realize👏🏻she’s👏🏻not👏🏻an👏🏻island👏🏻and👏🏻it’s👏🏻OK👏🏻TO👏🏻ASK👏🏻FOR👏🏻HELP👏🏻AND👏🏻NOT👏🏻BEAR👏🏻EVERYTHING👏🏻ON👏🏻HER👏🏻OWN👏🏻).

She would be the first one to bring you ideas for baby names whether you like it or not. Lists, upon lists of baby names and meanings, Mukondi does not want to give her child a basic name that everyone has. To her there is allot in a name and it’s important to her that this child knows the thought and care that was meticulous placed in choosing a name that they would be proud to bear.

Mama Mukondi is simply the best mother, hands down, no 🧢. She will spoil them rotten but she isn’t above disciplining when she has to. When it comes to her family pride is the only word that comes to minds, so many things were lost during that time in Huatzintepec but so much more was gained, and for that she couldn’t be more grateful.

Ariki:

At first, he’s super excited, 10/10 yes lets have a child together (very excite,  much wow). However, after his initial reaction, there may be some doubts that will settles in. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he needs to make sure that this child will be supported and loved by both of you. By this, his intentions are not doubt IN you or your capabilities to love anyone but it’s more security that he seeks in your relationship.

It is commonly known for merfolk to be very particular about their life partners, some spend years assessing and building a relationship until finally they feel secure enough to start dating, get married, etc. and this is no exception when it comes to building a family together. There is no doubt in Ariki’s mind that the depth of is love for you is endless, so even though he has his initial hesitations, it’s not something you can both talk about. Set up a game plan, share your insecurities, assure him about your intentions, be completely transparent. Once everything is discussed you can expect Ariki to go right back to the happy baby boi that he was when you first mentioned starting a family together.

Expect Ariki to be super excited about decorating his future child’s room. He would come up with motifs  and colors, and of course you would put everything into a cohesive idea which you can both execute without the child’s room being overwhelmed with Ariki’s excitement. HAND MADE DECORATIONS FROM PAPA ARIKI!!!!

Dior:

“....so like...you wanna get a puppy or something...?” (let me also express that if you have a puppo/catto that you call family you are very valid cause same...anyways) Don’t hold your breath on getting an excitable reaction from Dior...you won’t. They might even, lowkey, seem repulsed by the idea of family mainly cause most of the time it involves children.

Look me in the eyes and tell me that Dior would find the idea of a small humanoid being that needs constant attention, screams when displeased, and might have the nerve to grow up and defy any rule set in place by Dior appealing in the slightest. Dior already fills out all those position why in the world would they want a second them. But being serious for a moment; Dior, much like Ariki or any species of merfolk, most definitely consider this a very prominent step in their future. So it is a very real thing that Dior may suggest getting a pet before a child. Much like Ariki, sit down with them, talk with them, discuss any insecurities (cause believe me they’re there). And in reality, it might take a long time for Dior to come around to the idea of a family with you. The one thing that Dior most certainly wants to make sure is that you know that they love you and they consider you their family/whole world regardless of children status.

EVENTUALLY, and with lots of physical, emotional, and mental preparations, Dior will come around, they might lean more towards adopting a child that may be slightly older but still young enough that they can help raise. Trust and believe that Dior will have matching outfits with their mini me. “You may be only 3′ tall  and know a total of 4 syllables but thats not an excuse to not look your best, especially not when you’re with me”.

Waauru:

You and Waauru must’ve been together for a long time for you to bring up the possibility of raising a family together, and even more surprising still that she agreed so plainly to you.

Waauru is not one to beat around the bush specially not when it comes to you, she has always prided herself of being completely open to you. You will always know how she’s feeling  even when she tries to shut you out, so when the time came in which you began to plan, envision, and execute a future with her with the possibility of children she was roarin’ and ready to go. Topics like these are oddly comforting to Waauru due to the love she has with her own family and with you as her partner the conversation most definitely came up even before you were to meet her family.

The idea of starting/continuing her family’s legacy with you fills Waauru’s heart with so much joy. She loves you so much and the fact that you’re in her life simply astounds her. Waauru never thought she could reach this level of serendipity and sereneness in her life after everything she’s been through. Most of her amazement comes from the fact that she is inspired by you and all that you were capable of doing despite being thrown in the thick of a political discourse and was the tipping point in bringing it all of it to a climax. Now she gets to do life with you as you both prepare for the latest addition.

Halle:

*ERROR 404 HALLE’S FUNCTIONING BRAINCELLS COULD NOT BE FOUND*

Oh boy, you did it, you broke the man. Only the heavens know how much was taken out of him to even talk to you in a full sentence, he still doesn’t know how he’s in a relationship with you, and now you want a F a M i L y!!! He’s gonna need a minute...no really. The request will catch him so off guard that he might need a moment alone to himself and his thoughts and in all honesty it might bother him slightly that you asked this of him. This will, of course, lead you to ask why to which he responds : “Well aren’t ‘we’ enough, why do you want to bring another being into our dynamic?!?!” With that he’ll storm off leaving you confused and a little hurt, but for know you drop the topic and just let him reconvene with himself. In his moments alone he sighs and thinks to himself: “...why did I say that?...you know thats not true Halle...?” Deep down, yes, yes he does want a family to call his and he couldn’t imagine doing so than with you; now he’s left rattling his brain trying to figure out what could’ve caused such a reaction...fear

After several hours of processing and coming to terms with himself, Halle comes back to you. Bright red face with so much embarrassment over his behavior with you, apologizing profusely for walking out on you. In these cases just hold his face, look him in the eyes, center him, ground him, and sit him down. When his able to breath at a steady pace again, expect the flood gates of emotion to open. He very rarely opens up but when he does it’s to you and only you. The main thing he focusses on though is this feeling of fear in the back of his mind much like Cipactli, only difference is that his is rooted in his own self conscious view of himself. Remind him how great of a friend, partner, lover, and man he is; remind him that what you asked doesn’t have to be done now, it is a very big step and something you can both talk and prepare for. This eases him, you both want this, just not right now and that is perfectly fine with both of you. Whenever you’re both ready he will be the proudest man in all of Saiph with you and your family by his side.

Taqtu:

*Queue the water works 🥺*

This man will be  ✨E M O T I O N A L ✨Let him get it out, crying will ensue, but don’t worry these are happy tears. Taqtu has always been a family man, whether its been with his own family or his people in general; he considers the people he grew up with, raised him, played with him, babysat him, the children in his clan that came after him, all of them he considers family so it’s safe to say that when you brought this desire to his attention he was so excited.” WAIT?!?! REALLY?!?! Your not yanking my chain are ya...wait...really, you meant it? Oh Sweetpea, you’ve made me the happiest man”. He didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with you, but here he is, head over heels (SIMP)

The other thing that has him all giddy is that he also gets to tell his tribe about this newfound journey you both are to take. The Ijiraat as a whole have suffered so much loss that whenever there is a new addition its a full on celebration. When you and Taqtu decided to begin your relationship, the whole tribe threw you both a party celebrating you as one of their own. The news of starting a family won’t be  any less of a celebration, if anything it will be even more so. It’s a new chapter in both of your lives that might spring forth a new life. It has been one of his unspoken dreams to start a family of his own one day and finally being able to do so with the love of his life by his side elates him. Taqtu does not know what he did to deserve you, but he thanks every star in the sky  for that fateful day he ran into you in the streets of Huatzintepec.

Seneca:

Seneca, like Halle, will be freaking out about it as soon as the suggestion leaves your lips; most of his reasoning being out of insecurities as well. However, unlike Halle, the main reason for his objection is because in reality he never knew what family was. How can a man who grew up without family be able to take care of a family of his own. Seneca does not expect you to do all the work in creating and raising this family by yourself, he wouldn’t allow it. Even so, he couldn’t see himself playing any significant part in the family dynamic that you so desire to have with him.

The idea of a family seems really nice to Seneca, poetic even, something he has probably talked about and studied as a disciple of the Sun god. It is a concept that is hard to grasp when the closest thing he has had to family is you. He, like Dior also, will take allot of: time love, and most definitely patience in order to even begin processing what you’ve asked. It is advisable in these instances to let him know that you understand where he comes from and that there is absolutely no rush for him to decide on this. In reality, family is more of a wound to him than something to look forward to, which is something that he is able to comfortably disclose to you after giving some thought to your request. Seneca follows by later stating: “...wounds are meant to heal, not fester. And if you will continue to have me and love me, the wound will heal...when that day comes I will be more than willing to create the most beautiful life that you deserve my sunshine...” (I’m NOT crying, you are).

Whether you both decide to have or adopt your new member of your family, on that day Seneca will learn what it means when people say love at first sight is real. One look at your child and his heart soars. He is grateful for the time that you gave him; it allowed him to heal so that way he could stop bleeding on the people that never hurt him, and with his new future with you he is certain that your family will only grow in love.

#headcanons #stellamore #admin nani #fluff #cipactli #mukondi #ariki #dior #waauru #Halle #taqtu #seneca

[thebibliomancer]

Song of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 10

Song of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because DON’T TRUST WHO??

Last times in book: Kylan, Naia, Tavra, and Gurjin are on their way to Aughra’s High Hill to enlist her help in warning all Gelfling of the Skeksis’ drinking problem. I.e. they like to drink people. On the way up the hill, Kylan spots some dream-etching in a spider nest that says DO NOT TRUST HER. Vaguely ominous!

Chapter 10

Naia talks to some more plants. The party meets Aughra. Ha ha.

Aughra’s High Hill was not casually named. Within the mountainous forest, it was the highest point in all the land, near where the Black River originated, closest to the suns and moons and stars. Not a high hill, but the High Hill.

Good reason for it to be named like that then.

‘Aughra lives on the high hill’ ‘Oh, which one?’ ‘I don’t think you understand. When I say the high hill i mean THE high hill.’

Anyway, after all that stuff about reading writing under a spider web, Tavra doesn’t even care enough to ask. Gurjin does but Naia just tells him they’re not sure what it meant.

With Naia spending time chatting with Gurjin, it leaves Kylan nothing to do but think which he decides is his role.

If that was his job in all of this, then he would gladly take on the burden.

Its a lonely job possessing the sole pair of braincells to rub together ha ha (just joshing obvs)

Kylan thinks about that mysterious DO NOT TRUST HER message but he can’t really get anywhere on that ponderation so instead decides to ask Tavra what she meant when she said spiders hate Gelfling.

“Spiders hate Gelfling... All Vapra know this.”

“They hate us? All of them?”

“Oh yes. From the death-stingers to the crystal-singers.”

This was news to Kylan, though on reflection he’d never had a conversation with any spider before. The idea that an entire race might loathe his own was discomfiting. He wasn’t even sure what a crystal-singer spider was.

He asks why spiders hate Gelfling but Tavra just tells him to ask the next time he sees a spider. Which is a weird answer.

So I’ve changed my suspicion for what’s up with Tavra from ‘something something Skeksis’ to ‘something something Skeksis but definitely think she’s Spider-Tavra.’

I think the books and the show are following at least the same vague outline so I figure with all the opinions she has on spiders all of a sudden, she might be being controlled by one.

Later, Tavra tells the group they’ll reach Aughra’s by evening and asks if they’ve prepared what they’re going to say to her.

“I plan to tell her the situation and see if she has advice. Is there more to it than that?”

“You’re about to speak to Mother Aughra, the Ram-Horned. The mouth of Thra. She was born of the world, both child and mother. She has seen Thra before the Gelfling were but sprouts in the garden of all creatures. You would speak to her so casually?”

“I’ll speak to her like I’d speak to anyone else,” Naia said. “With respect -- if she deserves it.”

God, Naia is great. Its that Drenchen upbringing. The hard-talk. Just cut right to the point.

Gurjin points out that Aughra probably respects hard-talk since it’s the language of the natural world.

Which I kinda see? As a point?

Tavra just shakes her head at this but doesn’t really object. She doesn’t even want to be here so at best she’s disappointed on principle.

Kylan, almost passive protagonist but definitely a socially withdrawing protagonist that he is, doesn’t add to the conversation. Just thinks anxious thoughts.

Aughra was said to be wise, to know all things -- but as Tavra had said, she might already know about the Skeksis. Worse, she might already know and yet have done nothing. The Gelfling were her favored children, as their lore sang time and time again, but those songs had been written by the Gelfling. Did Aughra think of the Gelfing as much as any flower in her garden? Would she be equally content to see one creature devour another, if it, too, were part of the circle of life?

Its an interesting idea there about the Gelfling being her favored children, according to Gelfling. Like, oh geez what if we overestimated ourselves?

(Although the minor good point to add to this anxiety ramble is that the Skeksis aren’t part of the natural order. So there’s that.)

Gurjin also thanks Kylan for keeping Naia company and helping her in the woods during that whole Gurjin heroic sacrifice thing.

Kylan: “I’m glad you’re alive. I’m glad we all are.”

Aw, friends.

They reach the finger vines as mentioned in Rian’s warning.

Thick orange vines covered the cliff wall in front of them, finger-shaped and tangled like rope that had been left too long to its own devices. No further pathways led deeper into the crag, but Kylan could feel a draft coming from behind the vines. There was a tunnel there but they would have to pass through the overgrowth, and if one part of Rian’s instructions had stayed with Kylan, it was to stay away from the finger-vines.

Tavra hucks a rock into the vines and they immediately tangle about it before dropping it as inedible.

So, I’m pretty sure that these are the same vines that Jen will eventually blunder into. It’s not his fault, he didn’t have a helpful Rian in his life.

I wonder how long the vines take to eat something. Jen is lucky that Aughra was literally right around the corner when he got caught.

I’m honestly a bit surprised that finger-vines are a specific predatory plant and not just. Something Aughra set up to discourage solicitors.

Oh my god, I’m once again blown away by Jen going to visit Aughra in his quest without any idea of her significance. The UrRu never even told him that (for all practical purposes) god lived a day down the road.

I’m sure they did their best but wow. He has holes in his education.

I’m getting off-track.

Naia tries calling for Aughra through the vines but this time she’s not lurking right around the corner so that doesn’t work.

Tavra was unimpressed and unsurprised, almost smug at the situation.

I’m glad that you’re probably a spider, Tavra, because you are being a bummer.

She again calls this whole trip a waste of time which annoys Naia into wing flicking. Love the wing body language but now I’m wondering what specific muscles correspond to that. I guess if your back stiffens... yeah, that makes sense.

Anyway, Naia is so annoyed that she decides to dreamfast with a plant again. She just goes and puts her hands on the vines and instead of entangling her, they do not do that.

Kylan had learned the language of the Landstriders, as all Spriton did. Tavra had certainly learned the tongue of other creatures as well, in her training to serve the All-Maudra. But those were languages spoken on the tongue, in sets of words and phrases. Naia’s unique ability to dreamfast with creatures other than Gelfling let her speak in the universal song of the heart.

This is neat!

It expands on Kira’s beastmastery. At least in the novelization, it’s mentioned during Jen and Kira’s dreamfast that Kira’s podmom Ydra taught her the language of animals.

And apparently it used to be a thing for some Gelfling to learn. But not as much as Kira! Ydra knew a lot!

Anyway, after dreamfasting with a plant again, the vines open like a curtain to let the four Gelfling (or four Gelfling and a spider??) enter.

At the end of the tunnel they find a door to Aughra’s Sweet Orrery.

(Just imagine the Dark Crystal theme in your head)

Most impressive was the enormous moving contraption that occupied the center of the chamber. It filled the space of the room with dozens of huge spheres, mounted on poles and swooping arms. The machine rotated and gyrated like a living thing, spheres orbiting spheres, circling yet other spheres, all of it shining in bronze, copper, iron, and glistening stones. Clearly, the grating sounds emanated from the machine, and the movement of its pieces stirred the air so it felt as though there were a breeze, even inside the crystal dome.

“Amazing,” Kylan breathed.

He recognized some of the symbols etched deep into the metals: the symbols that represented the Three Brothers, others that represented the elements of the earth and water, air and fire.

“Its the path of the stars,” he said. “The suns, and...”

Then Aughra pops up from behind a book tower.

And she is amazing.

“What, you just gonna stare? Walk right into my home just to stare, did you? Maybe you should draw a picture, take it with you!”

This is exactly the kind of Aughra I was hoping for.

Also, the way she speaks the Gelfling language (the single Gelfling language that exists I guess?) with what sounds like an ancient accent to Kylan. Although I’m not sure how he would know, I’d bet he’s right.

Naia takes the lead and tells Aughra that they’re here to ask for her help, calling her Mother Aughra.

“Mother Aughra, eh? Ask for my help, eh? Why is it you Gelfing only call Aughra Mother when you need help? That’s what children do, I guess... I guess that’s what they do.”

‘You never call, you never write’ hahaha

This is quality Aughra content.

With her grump helpfully communicated, she takes note of the party and grumps some more, noting that they only have a Spriton, a Vapra, and a Drenchen.

“Hmph. Three out of seven ain’t bad. It’s still soon. Where are the others?”

And when they don’t have any idea what she means:

“What others, he asks? What others? The other clans, of course! Gelfling gathering. What else is there to know?”

Its like when you arrive to the final dungeon without a full party and the NPC is like ‘lol no go hit some more plot flags’

Aughra sat heavily on her table stool, as if hoping they might go away if she ignored them long enough.

I don’t know how many ways I can say how great this is.

I’m living for it. Unlike Jen, these Gelfling know that Aughra isn’t some random grumpy mountain woman. She’s basically god and she’s behaving like a cranky grandmother. Kylan can’t even warp his head around how different from his expectations this is turning out to be.

I also guess it answers in this continuity whether Aughra was so grumpy in the movie because she’d lost much of her hope after the Gelfling were all but wiped out. It turns out: no, she’s Just Like That.

When a thousand ++ trine you reach, be so nice you will not.

But since they don’t just leave, Aughra decides she will say more things.

“Come on, then, Gelfling. Children. Aughra already knows what you want to know. Whether it’s what you want to hear, though, hmph! Might not be.”

Oh, this sidequest is shaping up beautifully.

J.M. Lee, you have done a marvelous job.

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Song of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Kylan #Naia #Tavra #Gurjin #Aughra #this is everything I hoped for

[jeontaeh]

NINETEEN¹⁹

✫  ✬  ✭  ✬  ✫

Jimin screamed.

Jungkook groaned out of the sudden, feeling a metal floorboard beneath him, and felt Taehyung's body fall atop of him. He also felt Taehyung's dick surge in more.

Taehyung turned his head, and saw Yoongi and Hoseok standing shocked, Namjoon sitting on the captain's chair, Jimin with his mouth wide open, and Jin with his eyes widened.

"W-we can explain," Taehyung let out, and Jungkook groaned, hiding his head in Taehyung's neck when Taehyung's massive cock penetrated him further.

There was a silence, and good god it was so fucking embarrassing, Jungkook wanted to die.

"I-I guess me and Jin lost the best.." Yoongi said, and Jimin looked at him.

"Dude his dick is inside of him and they are literally still fucking- and that's the first thing you can think of?!" Jimin snapped, and Namjoon covered his face with his hand.

"... Take your...penis out of him, please." Namjoon let out weakly, having to say words he never thought he'd have to say out loud.

"He can't." Jungkook let out, and Hoseok spluttered. "Exhibitionism kink.." Hoseok mumbled, and Jungkook cried out, literal tears in his eyes.

"No! I mean- h-he can't get his dick out. It's stuck in me." Jungkook whimpered, and Taehyung dropped his head, this was sooooooo humiliating.

"Nah.. you're lying. This is a joke, right? There's no way that Taehyung's penis is superglued in you right now," Jin said, and Taehyung looked up at Jin.

"We ate the fucking brownies because Jungkook can't fucking read and now my DICK is stuck in him, how is this so hard to understand?!" Taehyung snapped. There was a silence.

"Jungkook finna die with a penis in him."

"No I-I'm not! I don't wanna die with a penis in me-" Jungkook started sobbing. "Pleaseeee get out- o-oh my god everyone please leave- Jin help us!" Jungkook cried.

Taehyung somehow achingly stood up, and since he was fully clothed (except his meat which was hanging out in Jungkook), he picked the nude boy up and Jungkook wrapped his legs around his waist, and then Taehyung carried him out of the control center.

"Please don't make me help them." Jin whispered, and Namjoon had his face covered with his hands.

"I'm literally... going to suffer every goddamn day with that image in my head." Namjoon let out.

"Did y'all see the silver stuff on Jungkook.... sheesh. Not trying to be gross or whatever but that was most DEFINITELY Taehyung's sauce." Jimin said, and Hoseok shuddered.

"In... good news.. me and Namjoon won the best. Jungkook really is a bottom." Hoseok said, and Yoongi put his hand up.

"This doesn't prove anything. The brownie caused Jungkook to have a weird effect. He could still very much be a top." Yoongi said, and then shuddered. "That's a little gross now that I've seen what I've seen. I'm gonna go."

"Wait." Hoseok said, and then looked at Jin. "The brownies in your office? Fuck I ate one of those!" Hoseok snapped, and Yoongi looked at him.

"Are you guys FUCKING illiterate?!" Jin shouted, and Yoongi gulped.

"Oh no.. that's so sad. C'mon let's go." Yoongi said quickly, grabbing Hoseok's hand and pulling him out of the control center.

"Okay- um- I-I'll go help them." Jin said, and went to his medical room to take out some stuff and then walked out and headed towards wherever Jungkook and Taehyung went.

Jimin sighed. "Wild as fuck. Aren't you glad you have more than 7 braincells in your brai-"

Namjoon began crying.

Jimin frowned. "Oh god, Joon, are you alright?" Jimin asked, walking up to him. Namjoon wiped his tears.

"God they're so fucking dumb." Namjoon cried softly, and Jimin patted his back, a little confused as to what he should do exactly. "I hate this stupid group. We're gonna die, Jimin. All of us."

Jimin giggled. "No we're not. Relax." Jimin said, and Namjoon looked at him and grabbed his wrist.

"No, Jimin. We are." Namjoon said."We're running out of fuel. Fuel that we can only find in planets from our galaxy. Nothing else will work." Namjoon whispered.

Jimin looked at him for a few seconds, and then went back to patting his head. "Okay so we're gonna die. But it's fine. At least we're together, right?"

Namjoon cried harder. "I'm gonna die with you dumb ass bitches, oh my god." Namjoon sobbed, placing his hands on his face. Jimin sighed to himself, looking away.

✭

"Hey, baby- don't cry? C'mon, don't cry Kookie." Taehyung whispered, carrying him out of the control room and into the hallway.

Jungkook clenched around his cock. "H-hurts-" Jungkook let out, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Fee-feels like you're growing bigger or something,"

Taehyung carried him into his bedroom, closing the door behind, and then walked over to the bed. Taehyung dropped Jungkook onto the bed softly, and then leaned down, and began massaging his waist.

"You've done so well today, Kookie. Took so much. You're brilliant, you really are. Incredible." Taehyung whispered, massaging his big hands over Jungkook's small waist.

Jungkook lay on the bed, arms splayed beside him. He leaned his hands up, grabbing Taehyung's shirt collar. "Did you mean what you said?"

"About you being amazing? Of course I did, Kook-"

"No. I mean that day. Me being a stupid fuckboy. You guys only being friends with me because you have to. You.. n-not really liking me. Did you mean all that?" Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung's breath hitched.

"No. None of it. Even if I did think any of that in the slightest, it's all gone now. I like you, Jungkook. You're a great guy and a good friend. You really are." Taehyung said, and Jungkook pulled him down by his shirt abruptly.

Taehyung got pulled down, and Jungkook felt his cock push in a little. "B-because all I said-" Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung couldn't help but begin thrusting into him lightly. "A-all those mean t-things I said to you. I was so u-upset- so fucking insecure b-because of the stuff you said. I-I didn't think- I j-just wanted to b-belittle you- T-Taehyung~" Jungkook let out in the end, bruised prostate getting rammed into.

"Sorry." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook felt his feet point up, still wrapped around Taehyung's waist. "It's okay. P-please forgive me?"

"Of course I do, baby. You- you're too cute. And I know I hurt you, and you hurt me. We both deserved that." Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled, and then pulled Taehyung down.

Taehyung began kissing him, and Jungkook kissed him back, grinding into his clothes body. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door.

"Hello it is me Seokjin. I do not want to come inside as I will want to peel my eyeballs out. I have some medicine. I will throw it at you. If you don't catch it that's on you." Jin said from the door, and Taehyung looked behind.

Jungkook watched as Jin threw a medicine tube in. "Just butter your... shlong up or something. I don't know. Figure it out. I'm just a dude with a medical degree." Jin let out, and Taehyung snickered.

"No problem." Taehyung said, and then turned to face Jungkook, who was blushing.

"Cheeks lookin' red like your hair, Cherry." Taehyung pointed out, and Jungkook laughed nervously, but Taehyung noticed he looked a little uncomfortable.

"What is it?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook gulped. "T-this is kind of.. really embarrassing. I don't wanna leave the room."

"I get it."

"No you don't. You're not the one with the dick inside you, covered and filled with cum." Jungkook grumbled, and Taehyung sighed.

"I'm sorry. I know this is humiliating, but the boys won't react badly, okay? Don't worry too much."

Jungkook whined, so Taehyung leaned down and began kissing his nipple, licking around them. Jungkook whimpered. Taehyung took the ointment in two fingers and thrusted them into Jungkook alongside his dick.

"H-how the fuck am I going to walk?" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung snickered. "I'll carry you."

Jungkook bit his lip when he felt Taehyung's fingers moving around his hole, covering its vicinity with the ointment. Taehyung sighed. "I can feel it loosening up a little. God, you like- tightened up around me."

"The tighter the better, isn't it?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung snickered. Taehyung was about to pull out, but Jungkook grabbed his sides.

"Wait! C-cum in me." Jungkook said, and Taehyung frowned.

"Dude you're literally gonna get inflated. Like, literally. I can already see the bulge of my dick through your stomach." Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked down at his tummy and saw his stomach bulging a little from where Taehyung's dick was deep inside of him.

"What the fuck." Jungkook let out, eyes widened in horror. He paused for a hot minute, and then looked up. "Anyways cum in me."

"Jesus fucking Christ- don't expect me to always do this." Taehyung grumbled.

"Why not? Pretend I'm your trash, daddy. Take me out and dump your load in me."

"That's the most disgusting thing you've ever said," Taehyung let out, and Jungkook began laughing. "I know! Anyways release your fluids in me."

"If you keep saying this bullshit, I'll pee in you."

"What the fuck-" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung started laughing, and Jungkook let out a laugh too. "Oh my god- wait. That actually sounds-"

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you have a piss kink."

"I don't! That's gross! I don't want it in my mouth and stuff- pee tastes like coconut water."

"How the fuck would you know-"

"Shut up Taehyung! If you don't cum in me I'll make someone else do it." Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung licked his lips, leaning down.

"Making me jealous, are we?" Taehyung growled lowly, and Jungkook whimpered. Taehyung could feel his previous ~load~ swimming inside Jungkook, and he pressed deep in, and then pressed his lips onto Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook let out a gasp when Taehyung came, and fuck, it felt like he was getting filled up completely, more of the pleasure drowning him out.

"Tae-Taehyung-" Jungkook let out, and Taehyung continued sucking a hickey on his neck. "Fuck!" Jungkook cried, and then Taehyung finally stopped.

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's thighs and pushed them up, and then slowly pulled out of Jungkook, letting out a sigh of relief when he could.

Jungkook quickly stood up and tried going to the washroom, but then he stopped and paused, and Taehyung watched with his eyes wide as a lot of silver liquid practically poured out of Jungkook's hole, all of it trickling down his thighs and making a small puddle on the floor.

"Oh, baby." Taehyung let out, because the sight kinda turned him on. Jungkook whimpered, hands balling up to little fists. He turned around to look at Taehyung, cheeks blushing.

"S-sorry." Jungkook let out, and Taehyung smiled a little. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. Do you wanna go take a shower?"

"Y-yes." Jungkook said. "Do you want me to help you?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook paused. "I-I think I wanna be alone for a little." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung smiled. "Sure thing."

Jungkook walked into the washroom, locking the door behind him. Taehyung stripped out of the icky clothes and put on a soft grey t-shirt and boxers, seeing his dick return to his normal size. Thank god.

He walked out of his room, and could faintly hear some sounds coming from Yoongi's room. He walked closer to it, and then heard-

"Yeah, you like that kitten?" Hoseok's voice growled, and then Taehyung heard Yoongi moan aloud.

"Jesus Christ." Taehyung mumbled under his breath and then walked far away, towards the control room.

He walked into the room and saw Jimin sitting on the Captain's chair, going "Beep boop beep boop," while pressing some buttons on the chair which made the chair go up and down.

"Hey man." Taehyung said, and Jimin gasped, getting startled. "He stopped and turned the chair around, blushing. "Hey.."

Taehyung snickered. "So. What's up?"

Jimin stood up. "Jin told me that the brownies make your dick grow by 5 inches its normal size." Jimin said.

Taehyung froze. "F-five inches?" He squeaked, and then cleared his throat. "Cool. Jungkook's not walking ever again."

"Why, did your dick turn into 6 inches?"

"Okay fuck you."

"I'm kidding! But seriously, was it big?"

"Yeah.. like 16 inches, I guess." Taehyung said nonchalantly, and Jimin gasped, eyes growing big.

"Your dick is 11 inches big? Holy crap- dude! Why couldn't I be stranded on that planet with you?" Jimin said jokingly, and then Taehyung paused.

"What."

"Nothing. I'm kidding." Jimin said.

"Are you? 'Cause sometimes it feels like you're joking but I'm never really sure.." Taehyung snickered, and Jimin looked at him uncertainly.

"I am joking, Tae. I'm not.. into you, or something." Jimin said quickly, and Taehyung squished his cheeks.

"God! 'Cause me and Kook might actually get things going. Properly." Taehyung smiled, and then took a few steps back. "I'm gonna go get some coffee."

Jimin smiled. "Sure." He said, and then saw Taehyung walk out. He let out a sigh, looking away. Jimin walked back over to the Captain's chair, sitting down.

"Stupid Taehyung." He mumbled to himself, pouting a little.

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Changes 05

One week till the comeback and it’s our puppy Jeno’s birthday! My heart is so uwu...did anyone else watch their teaser? I might end up bias switching this comeback...le sigh..

Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT

Words: 3051

Warning: Mild swearing

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 

“So I hope you know I have to adopt you now.” Taeyong said once he had you in his arms  and you looked at your friends around you weirdly.

It had been close to a week since your first day and the boys of the NCT Dance club decided it was time to meet Jisungs best friend slash Jeno’s childhood friend. So they did what they did best and invited you to one of their club meetings where they more or less hung out, fooled around or actually talked about who was going to be performing what and when.

Things were going smoothly as far as you could tell. Yuta already knew who you were and Yukhei was keeping his distance since Jeno and Jisung were both present but that didn’t stop Taeyong, Johnny or Doyoung from attacking you.

“She’s much prettier than I thought.” Doyoung, which also happened to be Jeno’s favorite mentor and conveniently the bunny boy said, “You can see the ballerina in her.” 

‘Help me’ you mouthed to Jeno and Jisung who stayed in their respective places only to mouth back sorry, not wanting to get in the way of the older members smothering.

“I’m so glad the boys decided to surround themselves with such good influences.” Johnny said, “First Hana and now Y/N. Jisung you are one lucky guy.” 

“Wait what?” Jisung asked, mouth dropped as Jeno felt the unwanted jealousy to build once more, “She isn’t…” 

“Dude, she was friends with Jeno first. Jeno’s the lucky one.” Yuta argued as Jaemin nodded his head in agreement, “Don’t you see the two of them around school?”

“No, but I always see her and Jisung in the practice room at like six in the morning.” Ten, who was Jisungs main mentor said, “Anyone who can get Jisung into the practice room that early is a favorite of mine.” 

“Hah...I made her do six but she’s normally insistent on five.” Jisung interrupted but was ignored as the older boys continued to gush over you.

“They didn’t do this with Hana.” Jaemin whispered to the two boys, who both agreed.

“Dude, no one actually talked much about Hana before you two started dating either.” Mark, who was one of the younger ones, said coming to sit next to the trio, “Jeno hasn’t shut up about Y/N since he started at the academy and Jisung started talking about a person with the same name after a summer away. How did you two not put the pieces together?”

“They shared one braincell.” Jaemin stated and quickly turned his attention to the conversation when Jaehyun asked who was the better dancer, Jeno or Jisung.

“It’s obvious isn’t it?” you asked back from your position between Taeyong and Doyoung, “They’re both incredible dancers in their own way. Jeno has a lot of strength in his movement but can also flow when he wants to. Jisungs pro at popping a locking but also picks up choreo with a snap of his fingers. To top it all, they were the only two who qualified for regionals last year. They’re in a league of their own.” 

The room was silent once you were finished your answers and suddenly you felt Taeyong and Doyoung's arms wrapped around you in a tight hug.

“She really is our daughter. Look at her praising our sons!” Taeyong said fake crying.

“Now I see why Winwin kept her around all these years.” Yuta said joining in on the fake crying while he wrapped his arms around your neck from behind.

“She’s perfect!!” Doyoung finished as the trio continued to fake sob.

Slowly but surely, you felt the air around you get really thick.

“And suddenly I can’t breath.” you said, breaking away from the hug and bowed to the group quickly, “I have a bunch of assignments to finish so I’ll let you guys get back to whatever meeting you guys were going to have. I know I’ve met a few of you before but it was nice meeting the rest of you.” 

Grabbing your bag from the side, you quickly waved to the group, “I’ll see you guys around.” and with that, you were out the door leaving all eighteen boys to stare after you.

A few seconds later, Jeno hopped off the desk he was sitting and grabbed his bag. 

“We’re done with our meeting too right? We’ve discussed what we had to discuss and stuff?” he asked quickly as both Taeyong and Doyoung nodded their heads, “Great, then I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” and just as quickly as he hopped off the desk, he was out the door.

“So Jeno?” Ten asked Jisung who nodded as the boys slowly figured out why their national champion left in such a rush, “The way you talked about her made it seem like she was your type.” 

“Yea, but Jeno’s been in love with her longer and what best friend would I be if I got in their way?” Jisung asked as a mischievous grin made its way to his face “Plus, you should see how green he gets when she and I work on our duet together in and out of classes.” 

“You really are the evil one.” Jaemin said with a slight cringe, “How much dirt do you have on Y/N?”

“I’ve held her hair back for three summers as she puked into the lake in the middle of our end of camp party…” he started, “And I have pictures to prove it along with drunken confessions. It’s obvious the two never stopped caring for the other even after all this time apart.”

Meanwhile, you were at the entrance of the building when you heard someone call your name and you turned around to see Jeno, holding his bag strap as he ran towards you.

“Jeno? Did I forget something?” you asked curiously, tilting your head to the side in a cute manner.

“N-no.” he answered, shaking his head quickly, “We were done with our usual meeting and only those who are going to perform next week had to stay so I thought I would try to catch up with you. Do you want to grab dinner before we head home?” 

You raised your eyebrows at your friend, wondering what had gotten into him since this was the first time since you got back that he invited you to eat without the rest of the group.

“Sure.” you said with a nod, “Lead the way.” 

The two of you ended up at a restaurant you recalled going to often when you were younger and was surprised that it was still around after all these years.

“So are you going to tell me?” Jeno asked once the two of you ordered what you wanted to eat.

“Tell you? Tell you what?” you asked back as you took a sip of your tea.

“Yukhei.” Jeno said, leaning back and crossing his arm, “Jisung said he gave you a hard time during your first year of camp but he’s kept tight-lipped about the rest. Said it wasn’t his place to say.” 

“It’s not.” you agreed thankful your friend kept your promise, “Long story short, I met him through a friend before our first year at camp which I didn’t know he’d also be attending. Before he flew back for school, he confessed and I rejected him. We ran into each other at orientation and he asked me to reconsider but my answer was firm. Thinking about it now, maybe he just never took rejection well.” you said thinking about the few times you met Yukhei. 

He was someone who had the looks and knew how to use them but unfortunately, his charms never appealed to you since your mind would often drift to the person sitting in front of you. The first time you rejected him, you used the long distance excuse, Yukhei had accepted the answer at the time but the second time, he was more insistent. When you met at camp, he resorted to using third grade tactics to get your attention which also resulted in you hurting yourself. 

“Then what did Jisung mean that it was because of him that you almost never danced again?” Jeno asked once more and you inwardly winced but thankful that Jeno was far away from Yukhei at the moment. He wasn’t going to like your answer.

“I got into an accident during our first year of camp.” you started off slowly as Jeno took in a breath, “It was somewhere in the middle where all the positions for our end of summer show was decided. My group went behind my back and nominated me for air time, which meant that if anyone was going to be flipped, it was me.  Naturally, we figured that Jisung would be the one to do it since we’d been partners all summer already. Yukhei and a few of the other guys objected the idea so we held auditions and asked a counsellor to be the judge.” 

You scrunched up your nose, “Unfortunately, I never made it to the final show. Yukhei cornered me near a bunch of rocks by the shore one morning when I went for a run and he tried to make a move on me. He told me to stop playing hard to get and give in already since he was tired of playing games. When I said I would scream if he didn’t leave me alone, he grabbed my arms and the next thing I knew, I was going backwards and a sharp pain went through my leg.” 

“You have to be kidding.” Jeno said, feeling anger build inside and clenched his fist, “What happened after?”

“Apparently someone heard my scream and  Yukhei realized what happened and tried to pick me up but I wouldn’t let him touch me. The pain in my leg was so bad that I ended up blacking out. I woke up in a hospital bed and Jisung sleeping at my side. I sprained my knee so badly that they weren’t sure I’d be able to dance again since my knee wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure.” you explained, “I proved them wrong though.”

“I was gonna say...you’re doing an amazing job. I wouldn’t even have known you injured your knee if you didn’t tell me.” Jeno said, his voice laced with concern as you blushed and whispered a quiet thank you, “So I assume you had to go through physical therapy.” 

“Yea...it was intense. Because I had to do at least six months worth, I had to go to two different clinics. One in Seoul and the other one in Europe. That’s how I know Yuta, his apartment was close to the clinic so I stayed there while I recovered.” you took a sip of your tea, “I ended up going back to school a bit later than I was supposed to but given my situation, they understood and offered their full support. Jisung was with me throughout the whole process until the day I had to fly.”

Jenos brow furrowed as he tried to remember if he had heard anything about it and remembered the one year Jisung came back a bit later then everyone else. Though they had questioned it, Jisung said that something came up and Hana pretended not to know anything about it though he had overheard Jisung and Hana talking about it before. 

“And Yukhei?” he asked curiously and you shrugged, “He and WinWin seem normal at the club so I’m guessing theres no bad blood between them?”

“WinWin said he and Jisung took care of it and said nothing more. Jisung had bruised knuckles he tried to hide so I never questioned it. Yukhei came back to camp but he never associated with any of us again. WinWin is technically a leader so he has to associate with everyone equally. Doesn’t matter how he feels but he doesn’t talk to Yukhei outside of club.” you answered, 

Once the food arrived, the two of you continued to talk about you time abroad, the things you did, the place you went to and most importantly, the ballets you saw. Jeno even gifted you with his infamous eye smiles that he only reserved for certain people.  In the end, you were both happy with your stomachs filled.

“Thanks again for having dinner with me.” Jeno said as the two of you walked home side by side, “I feel like I need to blow some steam off on my punching bag from what you told me just so I don’t accidentally punch Yukhei in the face tomorrow.” 

“Thank you for inviting me.” you said smiling, a light blush across your cheeks, “And you know violence isn’t the answer. It never is.”

“Says the girl who hit Jaemin for stealing her chocolate cupcake when we were ten.” Jeno teased nudging you, “Do you...maybe want to head to our spot for a while?” 

“Sure.” you said, not ready to part ways with him just yet. You were enjoying this time with him and a small part of you felt tingly on the inside.

A little while later, the two of you were watching the sunset over the city both lost in your own thoughts.

You turned your body so you could lean your back on Jeno’s strong shoulder and felt him wrap his arm around your front. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head catching you both by surprise. It didn’t feel wrong, nor did it feel right. It just felt natural, like it was meant to be.

Jeno swore to himself that he wouldn’t over think what he just did and noticed the content smile on your face. He readjusted the two of you so you were leaning more on his chest now and repositioned his arm so he could bring you closer. He grinned to himself when he heard a content sigh leave your lips and rested his head against yours. He caught a whiff of your perfume and decided it was his new favorite smell and felt himself relax. Just like the old times.

It was completely dark by the time you two decided to go home, both cherishing whatever moment you had with the other but this time, your hand was securely interlocked with his though it probably went unnoticed since you talked the whole way back. 

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” you said as the two of you stood in front of your gate, “Thanks again for tonight” 

“And once again, thank you for joining me. It felt nice to catch up.”Jeno said, not ready to let go of your hand yet, “Do you want to walk to school together tomorrow?”

“Jisung and I are meeting up at five in the morning to warm up and practice.” you answered with a slight frown “We haven’t even started working on our choreo yet so it’s going to be busy for the next few days. We present next Friday.”

“Then I’ll see you at five.” he said with a nod and you looked at him astonished.

“Really?” you asked and the other boy nodded. 

“Why not?” he said with a shrug, “I want to see why it takes three hours for the two of you to warm up.” 

You looked down for a moment in thought before looking back up at Jeno again, “Okay, I think we’re gonna plan to leave around five.” 

Leaning up to give Jeno a quick peck on the cheek, you turned around so you could enter your house, “See you tomorrow JenJen.” you said with a quick wave before going in and shutting the door leaving Jeno standing in front of your house. 

Jeno felt himself grinning like a silly fool, even though it was just a kiss on the cheek, it was the furthest you’d gone with him since you got back and as much as he didn’t want to overthink things, the dinner was probably the best not date he’d ever been on. 

Going back to his house, he quickly cleaned himself up before setting up several alarms knowing it would take them to wake him up on time. 

[9:45pm] Y/N♥ - PORK JISUNG!!!!

[9:45pm] MoJi - This better be important, I was just about to pass out so I can actually wake up for our practice tomorrow.

[9:47pm] Y/N♥ - Wanna come over at 4am instead….

[9:48pm] MoJi- You do realize that’s an hour earlier then we agreed to meet right…

[9:48pm] Y/N♥ - But we always spend the first hour gossiping and we won’t be able to tomorrow!! >< I’ll make you breakfast too!

[9:51pm] Y/N♥ - Jisung? Don’t tell me you passed out on me =_=

[9:55pm] MoJi - I’m getting my shit together for tomorrow and I’m getting Hana from her date with Jaemin and then we’re going to her place to get her shti. We’ll see you in fifteen max. We’re making Jaemin drive us.

[9:57pm]  Y/N♥ - Wtf? 

[9:58pm] MoJi - I refuse to wake up at 3am with four hours of sleep just so I can rush to your place and have you squeal over Lee Jeno for an hour. You have gossip, Hana and I are both qualified to listen and make fun of you for it. Just got to Hana, see you in ten

[10:00pm] Y/N♥ - What would I do without you guys...really (NOTICE MY HIGH SARCASM)

In the next house over, Jeno who was also about to doze off woke up to a text.

[10:05pm] NaNa - Yo. So like can I crash at yours tonight.

[10:07pm] JeNo - You live on the other side of town?

[10:10pm]  NaNa - Well my girls going to have a slumber party at your girls tonight and I don’t really want to have to go all the way home only to come pick her up in the morning.

[10:10pm] JeNo - BRO WTF SHE ISN’T MY GIRL...yet

[10:12pm] JeNo - But yea sure whatever. I’ll leave my door unlocked and you know where all the extra stuff is.

[10:20pm] NaNa - YET?!?! WTF LEE JENO!!!!!

#nct imagine #nct #nct dream imagine #nct dream #lee jeno #jeno #jisung #jaemin #kpop #kpop scenario #kpop imagine #nct scenario #nct fiction #nct dream fiction #nct dream scenario #jeno imagine #jeno fiction #jeno scenario

[swatato]

fat. FAT. P H A T RANT INCOMING FOR ANYONE WHO CARES TO READ THIS NONSENSE CUZ @haldidoodh ASKED

That episode literally blasted the last of my serotonin into smithereens but TBH??? WHO AM I MAD AT I should have seen this coming this whole volume has been such a headache. I cant be bothered to type up a coherent rwde essay on everything that bothered me this episode so im just gonna copy and paste my earlier yelling here instead ;A;

Team Rwby was god awful in episodes 11-12. They’re so self-righteous, entitled, hypocritical and cocky as a team and it doesnt help that they all suck as individual characters nowadays (except for weiss but even she lost best-girl points this episode also lmao blake and yang aren’t even INDIVIDUALS anymore they’re just bumbleby). It was annoying at first but now its just infuriating how rwby thinks theyre always right with their uwu energy and think they can do whatever tf they want with ZERO CONSEQUENCES.

Basically any time there is a problem in this show they have Ruby uwu at it and its solved lol.

They kept giving ironwood shit for taking on this incredible burden SO THAT NOBODY ELSE WOULD HAVE TO and rather than offer any real solution they just kept going “but mantle” like okay?? But remnant??? Like obvi letting mantle rot is bad but HE WAS OPEN TO ANY HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS CUZ HES OBVI AT HIS WITTS END AND DOESNT LIKE THE IDEA EITHER but yeah they just proceed to be the fattest hypocrites by hiding secrets of their own after being all “no more secrets uwu” and WHEN THEY GOT EXPOSED THEY JUST WENT “>:[“ (yangs self-righteous little glare here pissed me off so much oof) especially when ironwood was laying everything out in the open to them from the start. AND ESPECIALLY WHEN THE SECRET WAS FKIN “OH YEAH SALEM CANT DIE LOL” They watched ironwood make every decision he did in hopes of beating Salem while KNOWING she couldnt die??? So literallY WHERE do they get off on screeching at him with their yOu doNt hAvE to Suffer In ManTle YOu doNt kNow whAt iTs liKe bs. Wtf made ruby distrust iw at the start anyway? Because he had a bunch of ships out? They kept this CRUCIAL piece of information from him because he seemed stressed out?? Like what made ruby keep the secret from him. Someone tell me.

And the fact that rwby beat the ace-ops makes no goddamned sense. The power-scaling in this show is non-existant. We finally got to meet some pro huntsmen in this universe who aren’t teachers but are actually on the job, but because we gotta move out of the way for that 👌🏽✨ Power Of Friendship✨ and ✨rwby is always right✨ they somehow managed to beat experienced huntsmen with YEARS in the field who’ve actually graduated school??? FARM BOI OSCAR WHOS *JUST* LEARNING HOW TO FIGHT MANAGED TO LAND A PUNCH ON NEO FKIN POLITAN??? Didnt neo dance circles around yang??? Yang, who punches for a living and also beat mercury and adam??? I cant yall (and the fact that he didnt even bother to sneak up on her this boi literally screamed “no!!” as he ran down a hallway and neo didnt even have time to blink??? Pls)

Ruby’s “you were the best, until you trained us :3” -for maybe 2 days before my team went dancing ruby sis shut right tf up pls my god is this line just so. UNEARNED. Training in a room for a short while does not simply grant you the years of field experience the ace ops have and whAT IS UP WITH HER TRYING TO REASON WITH HARIETT AFTER SAYING THAT COCKY LINE AND FIGHTING HER??? WHAT and also like. The entire idea of “the ops lost cuz they weren’t good friends and were bad at teamwork uwu” is just so dumb. Ur telling me this group of high ranking hunstmen who’ve most likely been working together for at least a few years didnt have teamwork down??? Learning to work together is the most BASIC concept for a team to learn!! Its like the first thing a team has to perfect!! If the ace ops are supposed to be the best of atlas you dont think the ops would have gotten something as fundemental as teamwork down?? I dont buy it. And who gives a shit if they dont hang out after work or take selfies with eachother. Being friends doesnt necessarily mean theyre great at working together. If they succeed at relying on eachother to watch their backs, to keep each other alive (in the words of hariett herself) then Id think theyd know how to protect eachother i.e WORK TOGETHER.

And for all the ✨friendship✨ and ✨going through so much with someone✨ talk rwby like to do, the show barely displays these people acting like friends. We’re constantly TOLD how great of friends this group is, but the actual CONTENT we are shown leaves a lot to be desired. Tell me the last time ruby and blake teamed up in a fight. Or weiss and blake. Or yang and weiss. What teamwork?? Yang only interacts with blake now and weiss is only ever allowed to interact with ruby. Has blake ever said nora or ren’s name out loud? Have jaune and yang ever held a conversation between just them? Team rwby just spent a GOOD DEAL of time seperated from eachother, but when they reunite their teamwork is still somehow better than the ace ops?? Honestly its easier to believe that ruby is closer with team jnpr than she is her own team. If they showed the ops messing up during rwby vs ace ops fight due to lack of communication, then it still doesnt matter. My point is that they shouldnt have lacked teamwork in the first place.

Robyn was m e h this episode “JaMes ConTinUes to UnDeresTimAte Me” *proceeds to get knocked over in .3 seconds and is then KO for the rest of the episode* also great job for starting a fight and aiming to take clovers life in a moving airship with a terrorist on board when clover was acting PEACEFULLY and qrow was WILLING TO TALK IT OUT WITH IW and potentially work on a solution, but naw robyn is big mad and shall shoot.

Qrow made zero sense this episode too. I was with him right up until he chose TYRIAN OVER CLOVER??? THE PSYCOPATH WHO CANNOT BE REASONED WITH OVER THE RATIONAL DUDE YOU KNOW IS GOOD except clover wasnt acting rational in this fight at all and ill get to that AND IS THE ONLY FRIEND YOU HAVE WHOS NOT 19????? Qrow rly looked at tyrian- a man who is literally an enemy to all of remnant and went after ur neice- and said lets get rid of this punk together u and me bro. Like screw teaming with clover to bring down the dude you ACTUALLY have a grudge with whos also a serial killer and then trying to talk it out with clover whod be willing to do things peacefully why is this show like this

and AS FOR CLOVER. where were the braincells this episode. Qrow was trying to fight tyrian-the WAY bigger threat here, but clover??? kept knocking him away from tyrian and restraining him with his hook like??? YEAH LETS HELP OUT THE DEMON SCORPION CRACKHEAD HES CLEARLY NOT THE PRIORITY ATM nvm clover deserved to die there m8

His death scene was emotional and I feel bad for Qrow but u literally sealed his death when u ganged on him with tyrian so why are you even surprised. And on the subject of fairgame, im glad it didnt happen. Qrow was in no state for romance and I was glad he finally had a friend. He just spent the last volume thinking he wasted his life away helping oz, drowning in misery, drinking til he passed out on the street and so drunk he couldnt even be of any help during the apathy situation, when up til now hes been shown to fight just fine while drunk. I don’t see this as a “bury your gays trope” because clover was never confirmed to be gay and all their scenes added up to 40 seconds of platonic friendship. These two are grown ass men, if they had the hots for eachother then im pretty sure they could openly show it and not dance around it like theyre kids. I do feel bad for mlm viewers who were hoping for some rep with fairgame/lucky charms (cuz rt only cares if ur a cute marketable lesbian) but idc for the overly entitled fans who try to force their own headcanons on the writers and go feral when they dont get what they want. You dont just get to prance around claiming whats canon and what isnt. If rep is there then great, but if it isnt, then why not look somehwere else and let the author tell the story theyre trying to tell? Shipping fairgame cuz you think its cute is absolutely fine but not when u start getting ready to casterate crwby for not catering to you. Also, rwby sucks with lgbt+ rep anyway so what were yall expecting.

The only thing that was great this episode was the chorerography. It just sucks that the animation/choreo continues to improve while the writing doesnt. Another thing that really fell off this episode was the whole “we’re friends but we have to fight” drama. It doesnt work when its only ONE SIDE SHOWING ANY DISTRESS OVER IT. Only the ace ops (marrow, clover, the vine dude) seemed to show distress over having to fight rwby (it sucks that the only 1v1 weiss has won was because marrow was going EASY on her cuz he didnt wanna fight her fr) but rwby???? They didnt give any shits. They were so quick to turn against them and aim for their heads. They were SMILING as they ran at the ace ops, while they looked conflicted. If you oppose their UwU philosophy, you’re dead to them.

I really wanna enjoy RWBY but sometimes this show (and the fndm) really tests me. Its ironic how this episode came right after last episode, which I thought was the best chapter this volume. Anyway I rate this 10/10 cuz it gave me best character ironwood and best boi marrow and I would like to give them hugs for carrying this volume on their backs. (Also tyrian and penny and winter have been great too)

#oof just oof #and idegaf about cinder yall #lowkey hoping she gets all the maiden powers so she can finally beat rwby up and HUMBLE them a little #rwby #rwby vol 7 #rwde

[littlekiara96]

Waltzing out [Leon x fem!Reader]

This is the first fic I have ever posted in my life, please, bear with me! I just love our fashion disaster himbo, a'ight? I hope you will enjoy it!

Also available on AO3 (same username)

Summary: Traditions were traditions. As the new Champion, you had to dance with the former one as a welcome ceremony. Your heart could handle it, if it wasn’t for your friends and your crush.

Warning: Fluff ahead. But mostly romantic shenanigans.

There you were. All dressed-up in the most beautiful gown you had ever seen. Waiting for Hop to come and bring you to Wyndon’s ballroom.

Sonia was the one to prep your hair and make-up. She did some pretty nice work; your hair was braided in a crown-braid and your make-up enhanced your traits just the right amount. You looked like a princess from fairytales. She had left some minutes ago to tell Hop you were ready. Her last words to you were “Don’t worry, he’ll treat you well”. With a wink. And a snicker at your blushing face.

Because the “he” wasn’t refering to Hop - who had become your little brother throughout your journey in all of Galar together - but to Leon, the now ex-Champion of Galar.

You were to dance with him at the ceremony of your “crowning”. That event was held so you were officially introduced to Galar’s people as their new Champion, a queen of sorts. It would be broadcasted throughout the region, with journalists present, as well as all of the Gym Leaders.

But some people, namely Hop and Sonia, saw that dance as something else entirely. They were acting like the all ordeal was more about a sort of wedding rather than a simple passing of title. Hence why Sonia was the one to prepare you for “this grand day” and Hop was deemed your best man, his role being to bring you to your groom. Heck, even Magnolia seemed to know of their plan…

The worst part was: it was nothing of the sort. Yes, you had a crush on Leon since your first encounter, but who wouldn’t fall even just a tiny bit for the guy? Well, your feelings were a bit stronger than “just a crush”, but still. You couldn’t help but think Leon didn’t love you back. You were a little sister to him, at most. At least, that was what you thought. Or rather, you were sure of it. Thus, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for Hop and Sonia. They both seemed so hopeful that something would happen between Leon and yourself, after that special dance. But nothing was going to happen. Nothing.

You heard someone knock at your door. Hop came in with a big grin, wearing a blue tuxedo.

“Yo! Ready for your entrance?”, he said.

You nodded with a kind, albeit somewhat sorry, smile. He winked at you.

“Someone told me to do things right, so he taught me how to do… this!”

Hop lifted his arm and elbow, as to let you put your hand on his arm. His expression was so smug, you first let out a laugh. But then, something odd struck you.

“Wait. Did Leon teach you that?”, you asked.

“Uuh… Oops?” was his only response, with a scratch to the back of his head.

You were almost confused, but you guessed Leon just wanted the ceremony to go well for you. Surely he was simply making sure you wouldn’t feel too awkward or misplaced in such an event. Although, you were sure Sonia should have been the one to tell Hop how to hold your hand like a true best man.

“Nevermind”, you dismissed the small slip-up with a shake of your head. “I’m ready to go.”

And with that, you put your hand on Hop’s arm and you both went to your destination.

In Wyndon’s ballroom, Leon was doing his best to seem composed. He truly was far from relaxed, but he didn’t want any of the journalists already there to uncover his secret. He would protect it from the public’s eye for as long as he could.

Nonetheless, such a task seemed impossible with Magnolia and Sonia near. They were both trying to reassure him that everything would be alright and go as planned, but a little birdie told Leon that if they kept refering to “her”, the news reporters would be harrassing him in no time.

“I beg of you”, he pleaded, “stop talking about her while we’re here, please…”

Grandmother and grandaughter shared a knowing smirk. It was quite funny to see Leon getting flustered over a girl. The fact you were the one was icing on the cake. The cherry being your victory against Leon. Life really liked its irony, sometimes…

The three of them were talking about you in a more neutral way, reminiscing your first battles, when your name and Hop’s were announced, signaling your arrival and the beginning of the ceremony.

Once he saw you coming in, Leon knew that was it.

You were beautiful. Strikingly so. The flashes of the cameras were mildly surprising, compared to how blinding your grace was. You had the cutest smile on your face, happier to see your friends than to be sacred queen of Galar. Leon couldn’t wait to dance with you. He would finally have some kind of alone time with you, holding your waist in his arm, one of your hands on his shoulder whilst he held the other ever so gently. Ever so fondly. He was sure that then, just by seeing his eyes, you would understand his feelings for you. And once the dance would end, he would sweep you off your feet, bring you forth to a balcony, and ask for a kiss. At the thought, his mind went haywire and he pictured himself asking for your hand instead of a kiss.

“Oh my goodness!”, Sonia startled him. Rather, woke him out of his daze.

“You’re prettier than I thought I made you!”, she gushed.

Magnolia slightly frowned at her.

“That sounds like half of a self-compliment”, she stated.

You laughed lightly, in the cutest way Leon could remember.

“I don’t mind. You did great with your hands, Sonia”, you said.

“Awwwww, you’re such a sweetheart~ Right, Leon?”, she smirked.

Leon didn’t pay any attention to Sonia - making her grin even bigger. Instead, he looked you in the eyes, intensely, without saying a word. You were completely caught up in his gaze. You knew something big would happen at that moment.

Hop was striking a perfect Charizard pose for all the journalists, making for a good distraction, when Leon took off his snapback, slightly bowed, a hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. And he whispered just for you to hear:

“You are beautiful. My Queen.”

You couldn’t react. Your braincells had left you. The rare ones remaining only permitted you to blush profusely. When he saw it, Leon smiled knowingly, pride swelling in his heart. He hid his own blush with his cap before putting it back on. While he was composing himself again, one thought was turning over and over in his head.

If only I dared kiss her, right here, right now.

You were still utterly lost at what had just transpired when Leon offered you his arm. You looked up at him. He had his goofiest smile on.

“Ready for your crowning?”

He was already encouraging you in this new adventure of being Queen of Galar.

Or was it… his queen…?

You mentally slapped yourself, letting a warm smile grace your lips. You put your hand on his arm with an assured “yes”. The flashes went wild, pictures being taken of both of you, as you walked through the room up to the stage.

On your way, you could hear people’s whispers, from both the public and the journalists.

“They look well together…”

“I hope I can reuse these pics for a later scoop.”

“I’m calling it. They’ll be a thing in a week. I’m writing a paper tonight!”

“Mama!”

“Yes, darling?”

“Are they prince and princess?”

“Almost, sweetie. They are king and queen.”

“Oh. They’re married, then?”

“No, dear. Not yet.”

You could feel your face getting all rosy again. Unbeknownst to you, Leon was having a hard time keeping a solemn face, too. He wanted to take your hand as if presenting his fiancée to everyone. He was hoping he would be able to soon enough.

Once you reached the stage, the public cheered for you. You could then do your first speech ever.

“Thank you”, you started. “Thank you, all of you, for coming today. It is an honor to be here in front of such wonderful people. Thank you all for accepting me as your Champion.”

The crowd cheered lowdly, then you went on with your speech.

“I am grateful to everyone, but I would like to specially thank the people who helped me reach such a high place. Starting with Professors Magnolia and Sonia.”

You looked towards the both of them with a kind smile.

“Magnolia, thank you for telling me it wasn’t too late. Sonia, you are the best friend I could ever wish for.”

Magnolia had a proud smile on her face, Sonia being ecstatic at your thanks. Your gaze went to who stood next to her.

“Also, Hop, I’m glad I did this journey with you by my side. You lifted my spirits every time I needed to relax. We were each other’s first fans in this adventure, although we were rivals. Because of that, you’ll always be my little brother, whether you like it or not.”

You could see your favourite youngster grinning broadly with a slight blush to his cheeks. But you were too far away to see the happy tear escaping his right eye. He made sure to wipe it quickly, though, Sonia gently brushing his hair.

You now looked at the row of Gym Leaders.

“Thank you, to each and every Gym Leader who I battled with. Maybe we can do some rematches soon. My Pokémon sure hope so.”

Your proposal was welcomed by smiles, ranging from small to large, as well as cheers and some fists happily thrown upwards.

“And last but not least”, you said, turning to the man besides you. Your voice was slightly calmer.

“Thank you, Leon. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been there for me in the first place. I hope you won’t mind me seeking for your advice.”

He knew what you meant. He was the very reason you started this journey. But instead of saying something, he bowed to you, hand over his heart.

The public cheered at that. Your speech was flawless and humble. They loved you already.

Now that the formal part of the ceremony was done, it was time for the fun part: the dance.

Leon took your hand and led you to the center of the ballroom. Once you reached the middle of it, he put his arm around your waist, still holding your hand gently. His smile was so reassuring, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Don’t worry”, he whispered. “Just follow my footsteps.”

You nodded firmly, a sign you were completely trusting him. You could see an endearing glint in Leon’s eyes.

The first notes started, the easily recognisable rythm of the waltz filling your ears. With small hints of pressure, Leon guided you gracefully along the music. After a moment, other people joined to dance. You could see some Gym Leaders dancing together friendly, like Allister and Bea. Hop was being a little gentleman dancing with Magnolia. You catched a glimpse of Nessa and Sonia waltzing and giggling, as well as Bede endulging Opal in a small dance. At some point, you saw a blonde boy with green eyes ask Marnie for a dance.

Besides all of it, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Leon wouldn’t stop looking at you in the eyes with a sweet smile.

“See? Even I can waltz”, he whispered.

“Surprisingly so”, you laughed lightly.

“Okay, I’ll admit”, he said. “Magnolia and Sonia helped me. And let me tell you, it was hell.”

“Really? How come?”

“They are good teachers. They are. But Arceus, are they severe and harsh, too…”

His tone was so on the tired side, you couldn’t help but laugh. You were almost seeing it; Leon, trying his best not to trip on his own feet, and receiving a smack each time he accidentally crushed Sonia’s.

“I remember Hop having a really good time laughing at me, too. I think he still has some videos…”

“I’ll make sure to see it, then!”, you said, still giggling a bit.

“What?”, he murmured with a smirk. “Your knight in shining armor went through hell, just to please his queen, and that’s how she thanks him? How rude of you, Your Higness.”

Your feet stopped. You stared at Leon with incredulous eyes, a blush spreading on your cheeks. His smirk slowly turned into a small smile, his gaze softening. Your perception of the world tunneled and focused solely on Leon. You could hear nothing but two things: your heart and his own. Both beating too fast for two friends dancing together.

You felt a small gust of wind blowing lightly on your hair. Leon had led you near an open window, leading to a balcony. He side-glanced at your surroundings, making sure his next action wouldn’t make too much of a fuss. His hand on your waist slowly went to your other side, his arm circling your whole waist. His eyes searched for another pair. He found what he wanted in his little brother’s. Hop winked at him from afar, then proceeded to point a finger at Bede.

“Hey, Bede!”, he cried out. “My foster grandma is better than yours!”

The crowd turned to both Hop and Bede, the latter retaliating with a battle threat. Some people like Raihan and Gordie even started cheering them on.

Suddenly, you let out the tiniest gasp, being swept off your feet, and grabbed whatever could help you to not fall. Meaning, Leon’s shoulders. The ex-Champion was carrying you like a princess, running outside, far from any prying eyes and ears.

Once you were out and he had made sure no one had followed you, Leon let you down gently.

“What was that?”, you nearly laughed, panting slightly from the sheer surprise.

“Sorry. I just wanted us to be alone, for once. And I couldn’t wait for the end of this event to…”

He trailed off, looking at the now far away window, a smile creeping on his lips.

“To what?”, you asked. Your tone was calm, with an hint of curiosity.

Leon looked at you, his smile unwavering. He breathed in and let out a contented sigh, holding his arms up.

“There you are. The Queen of Galar. Without a proper crown, may I add.”

You laughed at his antics. He had simply dodged your question. Fortunately for him, you didn’t press him on the matter. You didn’t feel the need to.

“I don’t know what the higher-ups were thinking. A crowning without a crown, or even a tiara. Preposterous!”, he said in a falsely outraged tone, acting like some nobleman. He did look the part with his red jacket. You kept chuckling at his demeanor, wondering where he was going with that little skit of his.

He stopped the impersonation to look at you. To hear your laughter. See your smile. You calmed down once you saw his own. Sweet. Kind. Glad. That man was doing things to your heart. And all he was doing was looking at you.

“Here. Let me fix it”, he said.

He took his snapback off and placed it on your head, as if indeed it was a crown, careful to secure it in place, before taking two steps back to admire you.

“There you go. Now, you’re a queen.”

You couldn’t help but smile sheepishly, averting your eyes from Leon and playing with your fingers. You were praying Arceus for your blush to not be exceedingly obvious. You heard Leon’s laughter, honest and happy, making you look back up.

“You’re so cute! I…”

He stopped himself, eventually letting out a soft sigh. The gleamer in his eyes and the expression on his lips made your heart flutter. He stared at the ground for some seconds, making up his mind. Afterwards, he approached you slowly, kneeling down, and took both of your hands in his. His eyes were shining with hope.

“Dare I ask my Queen for a kiss?”

His voice was so tender, your first reflex was leaning down to cradle his jawline in your hands. His own took hold of your wrists, his thumbs slowly caressing them. You kept bending until your noses barely touched. Leon gulped out of nervousness and anticipation, sparing an intense glance at your lips. With a smile, you whispered lovingly:

“Isn’t it the King’s privilege?”

“I sure hope so…”, he murmured huskily.

Your lips met his in a nearly chaste kiss.

After what seemed to be the happiest eternity of your life, you let go of Leon’s lips. You stared at each other with larger and larger smiles, until you felt so much joy, you had to sink down into his arms, bear hugging each other. While he was laughing like the happiest man on earth, you took advantage and kissed his cheek, near his ear. The sound made his heart explode with love. He took hold of you, arms hooked around your waist and lower rear, lifting you up with ease and twirling you around. You let out a small cry followed by laughter, holding Leon’s cap right before it fell off your head. Once Leon put you back down, he didn’t let go of your waist, embracing you lovingly. He gently pressed his forehead against yours, whilst your arms went around his neck, still holding his snapback.

You were both staring into each other’s eyes when he whispered three little words.

You added a fourth one.

And many more kisses ensued.

#here's to hope no one is too ooc #champion leon #pokemon #fanfiction #leon x reader #leon pokemon #fem!reader #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #swsh #fluff #pokemon fanfiction #imagine #pokemon imagine #leon