#also this got way more serious than i was expecting 😅

[steddie-there]

Eddie notices it first at Dairy Queen.

It's the first time since leaving the hospital that he's been somewhere with the whole party that isn't Steve's house or the Hoppers-Byers cabin. The younger children crowd the counter, talking over each other as they count their money and decide what to get, while the older teens and adults hang at the back, looking at the menu. Then Erica steps over to Steve and says something Eddie can't quite make out. He nods, winds his way through the gremlins, and places his order. When his name is called, he picks up two cups of ice cream and hands one to Erica, who takes it with a smirk and a comment Eddie can't make out, although it has Steve laughing and shoving playfully at her shoulder.

Eddie turns then to look at the other kids but none of them even seem to notice that Steve has seemingly paid for Erica and not them. It's confusing because Eddie is sure Henderson, at least, would be kicking up a fuss about it. Not even Robin says anything.

But, then again, maybe Steve owes Erica money. Or he lost a bet. Eddie is aware how fierce the younger Sinclair is in collecting on her debts, having made the mistake once and once only of asking her to buy him a soda. So, if no one else is bothered, neither is he. He shrugs and enjoys his sundae.

But then it happens again the next week at Baskin Robbins.

And again two weeks later.

When the last ice cream truck left in Hawkins comes through Steve's neighborhood and the only one to get anything is Erica - at Steve's expense, of course - and the other kids don't even grumble beyond wishing they hadn't blown all their allowance at the arcade, Eddie decides he's had enough.

"Okay, what is it with this ice cream thing???" he bursts out as they all settle back down next to the pool.

The burble of conversation stops as everyone turns to look at him, then glance around at each other.

"What ice cream thing?" Mike finally asks, genuinely confused.

"What ice cream... the ice cream thing!" Eddie splutters. "The thing where Steve always buys Erica ice cream and none of the rest of you munchkins seem to care!"

There's a collective ohhhh of understanding, but Eddie is still completely in the dark. He gestures for someone to explain.

"It's because of Operation Child Endangerment," Dustin answers, casual, like it's a normal, non-question-inducing answer.

Eddie scrunches his brows together and lets out a confused bubble of sound at the same time that Steve buries his face in his hands and groans, "I thought we agreed not to call it that."

Erica laughs and wags her finger at him. "Uh, no. Just because you demanded we change it doesn't mean we agreed to."

"...little lost here. What's Operation Child Endangerment?" Eddie asks, glancing sideways at Steve. He can see, between his fingers, that the other boy's face has gone bright red.

Steve groans again and sinks forward to let his head hang by his knees.

And so Eddie finds out everything about the summer of '85 and Starcourt mall. He already knew the basics, but he's still fascinated. Horrified. Impressed.

He watches Steve through the whole retelling, jumbled as it is by the kids all interrupting each other to add something they thought was being forgotten, and feels his heart ache inside his chest for the beautiful boy across from him. Watches him hunch his shoulders when Erica explains the deal they made, the one that's got her free ice cream for life. Watches him puff up a little with pride when Dustin describes him knocking the Russian comms operator out cold. Watches him squeeze Robin's hand when she mentions the Russian torture and drugs. Watches him tug El into a hug when Jonathan talks about having to cut into her leg.

Eddie watches Steve - brave, loyal, loving Steve, who won't break a promise or a deal even after he most certainly could - laughing with their friends, taking their ribbing and teasing them in return, ruffling Dustin's hair and splashing Erica, almost starting a party-wide splash fight.

Eddie waits until everyone is distracted by Max chasing Lucas across the pool after his cannonball knocked her from her floaty, various advice being shouted to both, then moves to sit next to Steve on his pool chair.

"That was, uh, a lot," he says quietly.

Steve bites his lip, turns a little away from the chaos in and around the pool, although his eyes still track the chase, Max having almost cornered Lucas. "Yeah, yeah it was," he replies, just as quietly.

"Pretty impressive," Eddie tells him, knocking their shoulders together.

Steve shrugs. He snorts as Max finally catches Lucas and dunks him a couple times before they both dissolve into laughter.

Eddie bumps his shoulder again. "Seriously, dude, you gotta know how cool you are."

"I guess," Steve says, still not looking at Eddie, fidgeting with his hands instead.

Eddie thinks he knows what thoughts might be running around inside Steve's head, so he puts a hand over Steve's. The jittery motions still under his touch. "Hey, you got them out of there. You didn't know what you were walking into and you all got out alive. I call that pretty badass."

Steve finally turns to him. The look in his eyes makes Eddie want to pull Steve close, hold him until that look disappears. But he doesn't, just squeezes Steve's fingers.

The corner of Steve's mouth ticks up, just a little. "Thanks, Eddie." He looks like he might say more, but suddenly Dustin lets out a whoop and they both turn to the pool. Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Argyle have started a game of chicken, Nancy on Jonathan's shoulders and Robin on Argyle's.

They watch, laughing, as the girls wrestle until they both go tumbling into the water together and come up spluttering. Steve's head is thrown back, his shoulders are shaking with giggles and Eddie feels a grin stretch across his face.

He leans forward to rest his chin on Steve's shoulder, his hand still over Steve's, a teasing tone in his voice when he says, "So, hey, I was wondering. What would it take for me to get free ice cream for life from Steve Harrington?"

Steve turns his head and Eddie pulls back so they can look at each other. And that's all they do for a long moment, Eddie's breathing speeding up when Steve's gaze drops to his lips.

But all Steve does is turn his hand in Eddie's grip, so he can tangle their fingers together. He squeezes Eddie's hand, then stands, grinning, tugging Eddie up with him.

"C'mon," Steve says, pulling Eddie over to the pool before jumping in with a splash. Eddie ducks away from the water, grinning like a fool. When he catches Erica's knowing smirk, he just shrugs helplessly and follows Steve in.

Maybe he owes Erica some free ice cream, too.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #erica sinclair #dustin henderson #robin buckley #steve absolutely still buys erica all her ice cream and probably will for the rest of their lives #eddie thinks it's charming #and this further confirms for him that steve is badass #also this got way more serious than i was expecting 😅 #and sometimes the characters take over #yeah i really have no idea what happened cuz this was just supposed to be funny 😅 #oh well #enjoy

[willalove75]

would you write alci breastfeeding y/n after an exhausting day? something cuter

Absolutely! Thanks so much for the request!💕

Warnings: Breastfeeding (I guess it needs a warning? Idk.)

A/n: This is my first time writing something like this so go easy on me😅😂 ALSO I feel like it's been a HOT minute since I've done a Lady D ask! I've been super slacking lolzzzz sorry💕

Today sucked to say the least. You were helping Alcina with some of her tasks to ease her burden. Normally you don't have a tough time with the things she asks you to do, most of the time you actually enjoy helping her; being able to organize files, help her with paperwork, running errands. But today you were tasked with speaking with the mayor about current events in the village. As one of the four Lords, it was Alcina's responsibility to keep an eye on and maintain a healthy relationship with the village and the village mayor. You had accompanied Alcina to these meetings enough times where Alcina felt you were ready to conduct it on your own. Of course you were nervous, but you felt ready.

The ride there was uncomfortable - uncomfortable being an understatement. Over the winter the roads have deteriorated greatly and haven't been tended to so they were uneven and filled with potholes. You made sure to make note of that and make sure the mayor was aware of the situation and knows he needs to fix it.

It's not that you were dreading this meeting, but the mayor was known for being a bastard. Part of the reason that Alcina always attended these meetings was because of his notorious attitude but he always acted on his best behavior around Alcina - or else he'd run the very real and serious risk of losing a limb, or worse.

When you finally arrived in the village the people walking around slowed and carefully eyed the carriage, expecting Lady Dimitrescu to step out of it. When you stepped out alone most of the villagers went back to whatever they were doing. A few brave - or stupid - villagers decided to voice their opinions of you since the Lady wasn't around. Calling you a traitor or the demon's whore or any other colorful names they could come up with. You ignored them and made your way into the village hall where the mayor's office was.

The meeting sucked, badly. The moment the mayor realized you were alone he was the king of bastards once more. He spoke down to you the entire time, even after reminding him that everything that is said and how it was said at this meeting would be reported back to Lady Dimitrescu. The man was dumber than you thought, since the threat of Lady Dimitrescu wasn't in his immediate vicinity, there might as well be no threat at all.

Everything you brought up to him was mocked. Even things that were seriously wrong with the village he didn't take seriously. The mayor wasn't a big man, but he was definitely taller and bigger than you. Something he used to his advantage when you threatened him with the wrath of your Lady. He practically backed you into a corner while he shouted at you and threatened to put his hands on you. He even made a comment about the kind of lover you must be if you were able to satisfy the Lady and how he would like a taste for himself. It took everything in you to not show fear or cry. No tears fell but you felt them welling up in your eyes and the fear might as well have been radiating off of you as he invaded your space.

After that you gathered your things, thanked him for his time, told him you would be reporting everything back to the Lady and tried your best to keep yourself together until you got into the carriage.

You wanted to stop by one of the shops and pick up Alcina and the girls something and grab something to eat but you were too distraught. The moment the carriage door closed the tears started falling and you knocked on the wall three times to signal the driver to head back to the castle.

The ride home was arguably worse than the ride there. Not only was it just as bumpy as the ride there, but you cried for more than half of the time it took you to get home.

The gates of the castle finally came into view and you've never felt such relief. The carriage barely came to a stop when you jumped out of it - not bothering to wait for the driver to open the door for you.

You were exhausted, angry and still rattled by everything that happened with the mayor. All you wanted was Alcina. You needed her to comfort you, make you feel better, hold you and give you kisses and make all of the bad feelings go away. You needed her to care for you and you desperately hoped she wasn't too busy because it was something you needed now more than ever.

"Good evening." The head maid said as you entered the castle. "How was your trip?"

"It sucked. Do you know where Alcina is?"

"I believe she's in her chambers, she received a phone call."

"Thank you."

You beeline it upstairs to your shared chambers and enter the room, quickly closing the door behind you.

Alcina was sitting at her vanity with the phone receiver to her ear. When she heard the door open she looked in it's direction, when she realized it was you you saw her begin to smile. The moment she realized your distressed state her smile quickly faded and she had a look of concern in her eyes. She turns back towards the mirror and her posture stiffens.

"Yes Mother Miranda, I will keep you informed. I'm sorry Mother Miranda but something came up and I must be going. I understand, I apologize for cutting our incredibly important conversation short but I believe there's a trespasser in the castle I must see to. Thank you Mother Miranda. I will. Goodbye." She hangs up and turns back towards you. "Draga mea, what's wrong? What happened?" Her eyes were wide with worry and you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You run towards her and she lifts you into her arms and cradles the back of your head. "What happened? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?" You hear the concern in her voice and bury your face into her neck.

"I'm not hurt." You said.

"Who upset you so my love? Did something happen in the village?" You shake your head no. "Please, iubirea mea, tell me what happened."

"The mayor is such a fucking asshole." You cry into her.

"What did he do?" She asks, her voice cold. "Did he hurt you? Did that filthy man thing lay his disgusting hands on you?"

"No." You begin recounting what happened from the moment you left the castle to the moment you left the village hall practically in tears. As you tell her what happened in the mayors office her grip around you tightens. When you tell her that he backed you into a corner and threatened you, that he said that he wanted a taste of you for himself Alcina was shaking with anger.

"That bastard!! How DARE he. How dare he threaten you in such a manner. That man will pay for what he's done." You can feel her heartbeat going berserk inside of her chest and her breath becoming labored. "Don't worry draga, I am going down there right this second and he will regret-"

"No, please don't. Please don't leave." You say as you cry and cling to her dress.

"Draga he has to pay for what he's done-"

"I know but please just stay with me right now. Please. I need you. I don't want to be alone. I just want you right now."

Your confession, your desperate plea for Alcina to stay with you washes over her like a warm summer breeze. The anger that's radiating off of her right now begins to diminish and she takes a deep breath and holds you tight.

"Okay draga. He will be dealt with first thing tomorrow morning. I won't leave you iubirea mea, I promise." She kisses your temple and her lips linger on your skin for a few moments. "What do you need me to do, draga?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to care for you? How about a bath and some warm pajamas?" You nod your head into her neck and she smiles and stands with you in her arms.

Alcina prepares a bath and once the water is warm and the tub is full she undresses you and places you in the tub. She washes your hair, massaging your scalp as she rubs the shampoo in and combs through your hair with care after she puts the conditioner in. She washes your body with your favorite soaps from her collection she knows you love. After your bath she wraps you in a giant fluffy towel, dries you off and dresses you in your favorite pajamas.

As she's caring for you, Alcina can feel her breasts starting to fill and then leak a little. The care she's giving you is something that comes so natural to her and her regenerative properties cause her to produce milk every time she acts maternally - towards anyone.

It was something she kept to herself until you found out about it on accident. When she breastfed you for the first time she felt a relief, both physical and emotional. It felt right to her, being able to nurture you in such a way that was so intimate but not sexually. And the physical relief if brought to her breasts could have made her cry. If she went too long without expelling the milk her breasts would ache something terrible.

She did her best to ignore the fullness in her chest as she laid you on her chest and rubbed circles across your back in bed.

Alcina definitely helped you relax, you were way less distraught and upset than you were when you first got back. Now you were just exhausted.

"Is there anything else you need draga mea?" She asks.

You shake your head no and let out a sigh as you melt into her embrace. Just as you feel yourself falling asleep a loud growl rips through your stomach and you suddenly realize how hungry you are.

"Draga did you have dinner?"

"No, I forgot. I was gonna stop and eat something in the village but I was so upset I just wanted to come home."

"Oh draga, let me have a maid bring you something."

"That's okay, I'm not in the mood for eating." You say as your stomach grumbles again.

"Clearly you are hungry, draga mea. You have to eat something." You shrug your shoulders and nuzzle into her neck. The pressure in Alcina's breasts increases at the action and she shifts to make herself more comfortable. She's breastfed you before, but for some reason she's still feels embarrassed each time she suggests it. Even though she knows that it would both feed you and bring you extra comfort. "What if - if you're not up for a proper dinner, do you want me to feed you?"

You can hear the hesitation in her voice, you know how sensitive of a topic this is for her but you love that she suggests it regardless of her hesitation. Nodding your head yes, Alcina kisses you on the head and sits you up in her lap. She reaches behind her back and pulls down the zipper of her dress and slides her arms out of the sleeves. After the fabric pools around her waist she reaches behind her back once more and unclips her bra. She removes her bra and you're face-to-face with her massive, amazing breasts.

"Ready, draga?" She asks and you nod your head.

Alcina cradles you in the crook of her arm and guides her nipple into your mouth. You immediately latch on and begin to suck, warm milk spilling out into your mouth. Alcina sighs from the relief of the pressure and sits back against the headboard. She runs her fingers through your hair and smiles, happy that she is able to care for you in such a way - especially when you needed it so badly.

Warm milk fills your empty belly and you hum in response. You feel Alcina's fingers comb through your hair and you close your eyes, relaxing into her touch as you continue to drink from her breast. The steady flow of milk begins to thin and eventually stops, no matter how much you suck at her hardened nipple.

"Still hungry iubirea mea?" She asks.

"Mhm."

"Okay love, one second."

Alcina turns you and cradles you in her other arm and once again guides her nipple into your eager mouth. Latching on again, you continue to drink the steady flow of milk from her breast.

"Good girl, that's it my love. Eat as much as you need. You and I both know I have no issues with shortages." She says and you giggle into her skin as you drink.

The warmth in your belly spreads throughout your body, to your limbs, to your fingers and toes, to your head and your face. With the warmth comes the exhaustion you were feeling earlier and your eyes begin to slowly close.

Alcina notices your suckling getting lighter and lighter before stopping altogether. Looking down at you, she finds you asleep with her nipple still in your mouth and a steam of milk down your cheek. She lightly chuckles before pulling you back and wiping away the milk with her thumb.

The movement and the sensation of her wiping her thumb across your cheek stirs you awake and you look up at her with tired eyes.

"Are you full draga mea?"

"Mhm." You mumble as you nod your head yes.

"Good." She says caressing your face. "Go to sleep iubirea mea."

Alcina moves to lay you on the bed but you cling to her.

"Stay." You say, your voice barely a whisper.

"I will be right back, I promise. I am going to put my nightgown on and get ready for bed and I will be right back. Okay?"

You sleepily nod your head and Alcina lays you on the pillow next to her. She kisses you on the head before pulling the covers over you and getting up and getting herself ready for bed. For all you know it could have been hours or seconds since Alcina said she would be right back. But before you know it you feel the mattress sink under her weight and you feel her strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into her.

"Thank you, Alci. I love you." You mumble.

"Of course iubirea mea. I'd do anything for you draga. Te iubesc mai mult decât luna și stelele. Goodnight my love." She says as her lips graze the shell of your ear. Alcina kisses the soft skin behind your ear and nuzzles you as you cuddle further back into her. (I love you more than the moon and stars.)

Not long after, Alcina hears light snores coming from you. With a full heart and a smile on her face, Alcina falls asleep thinking of who she is going to replace the current mayor with once she's through with him tomorrow morning.

#willalove75 #lady dimitrescu #wlw fanfic #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu fanfic #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina #alcina x female reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader

[kyokutsu-sama]

I am sooo glad your requests are back open omg, i missed seeing content from you 🥰. May I pleeease request the Bleach men coming to terms that their girlfriend, even tho is really good in fights, the rest of the time is insanely clumsy (yk, burn/cuts herself when cooking, trips, slips, falls, all that)? I'm most interested in Byakuya, Toshiro, Hisagi and Shinji (if it's not too much😅). Sorry for the long ask 😅💗

A/n : Hii!! It's okay 😊 It was an interesting idea and I enjoyed writing it. I hope you like it ❤️

Byakuya :

He initially admired you, all your strength during battle and all that self-confidence that inspired everyone around you. So far, everything was fine…but when he started noticing you do so much nonsense in a short space of time, he questioned several things. First it was when you fell in the hallway, then it was when you dropped the stack of papers on his desk and not to mention when you stuck your finger in the door when leaving his office. He closed his eyes and put his hand to his face, wondering what level of your clumsiness was. "How can she be two things at the same time?" He thought He doesn't directly confront you with that but will always keep an eye on you to see if you don't get hurt or ruin something doing a simple task. He is careful with you and even offers to help when he knows you can't do something or try to do it and it goes wrong.

Toshiro:

He is very perfectionist, whether fighting or signing a simple sheet of paper. He had a lot of expectations for you when you showed yourself serious on the battlefield, strong and with your head held high. The worst was when he met you on the other side… It was all downhill. There was a time when you went to get some papers from his office and before you even got close to the door you fell and dropped everything on the floor. He felt a wave of revolt inside him, because he had already put everything in order and now everything was a mess. It turns out that he started seeing you being clumsy a lot of times and this confused him because you initially used to be responsible and careful. He tries not to leave you aside in these tasks but he has no other alternative if you continue to be clumsy like this.

Hisagi :

Hisagi thinks highly of you, he admires you and sometimes seeks advice from you when something is not going well. However, like Byakuya, he never stops wondering how you manage to do so much nonsense in such a short time. First it was the fall on the stairs, then it was when you let the food burn or spilled the glass of water on the table. All sorts of things started to make him more attentive to you. He offered to help you so you wouldn't have to do everything alone and that way you would avoid being so clumsy, something you sometimes felt sorry for. He always comforted you and said everything was okay, accidents happen, don't they?

Shinji :

Although he always looks silly most of the time, he trusts in you and your strength. But he not only knows this strong side of you, but also your other clumsy and laughing side, which makes him admire you even more. I have the idea that if he had a really clumsy girlfriend it would be total chaos because I'm sure he could be worse than his partner. However, he doesn't stop laughing at your little accidents, especially if you fall in front of him, so get ready to hear his laughter. The kind of friend who laughs and only after stopping does he help lift you off the ground. He has a shred of mercy and kindness in his heart and that's why he will help you with things, even if he sometimes ends up doing worse. He will make fun of you a lot for this.

#bleach #bleach fandom #gotei 13 #bleach x reader #byakuya kuchiki #toshiro hitsugaya #shuhei hisagi #shinji hirako #bleach headcanons

[levmada]

hello! how r u doing?

can u write something angsty with either no comfort or comfort at the end (whatever u want). basically, reader has been having a pretty shitty week and has been working nonstop, and is the type to not about what's bothering them until they can't contain it anymore or they're calm enough to talk about it because they know they can get snappy and say some very sharp words that can be very hurtful. levi of course knows that, because he is our observant pookie, and leaves the reader alone, just acts normal. one night, let's say levi maybe says something snarky or whatever, that the reader has been some pretty bad attitude which is unlike them, and usually reader wouldn't take his words seriously and know that he's perhaps trying to help them open up. this time, it doesn't go the wau it's supposed to, and reader just fully snaps at levi and say some very harsh, petty and hurtful words to him. the rest is up to u!

and thank u btw, i love ur content❤️

yes, yes i can. ty for such a detailed rq :) this became angstier than intended😭but it's ok bc it was 10x more painful to write being mean to levi.

reader/us also has a distinct personality kind of built off the way you described, so i hope it's what you expect😅

➥ pairing: Levi x gn!reader

➥ c/w: college!au, Levi pov, Levi not realizing he has trauma for 1400 words, apologizing, selective mutism...?, heavy hurt and some comfort

➥ wc: 1.4k

If ever he ranked cleaning activities in his mind (which he has), organizing isn’t very high, but it doesn’t occur to him not to help you out with the little things when your week has been poisoned with the dual evils, shitty and exhausting.

Ever since you got back from class, you’ve sat there at your desk. He’s kept you in the corner of his eye, and that same scowl from an hour ago is still there, illuminated by the light of your laptop. You’ve paid it more attention than to anything else—which is not at all, even to your basic needs. 

It’s best to give you space when that look is on your face, and has and will continue to, but not when it comes to eating and-or sleeping. Other than that, he’s content in the background. Whatever he does to help out, you always notice, and tell him thank you with a weak smile, but not today—today when you look particularly like you’re at your wit’s end.

When he finished organizing the apartment (including the fridge), he bypassed your desk and sat on his computer playing solitaire for a solid half-hour. Inevitably, he gets bored, and he’s giving you as much time as he’s willing to before he drags you out to eat something.

Unsatisfied without the job completely done, he rolls up his sleeves and starts at the end of your desk by emptying your pencil sharpener, making a face at how full it is.

To his satisfaction, your focus hardly wanes. Which is good, but he knows how you like everything anyway. With an undistinguishable but distinct fondness, he notes your quirks; even the way you hold your pen melds with your existence in his mind. 

Or no, maybe that’s wrong. You’re a part of him; not a visitor, or even a resident, of his heart and mind.

“Levi, I need those pencils; leave them there.”

You’re referring to the plastic tin of a few colored pencils in his hand, which sat near the middle beside your computer. He looks at you, but you’re definitely serious about it, so he sets it back down.

“If you say so.”

You say nothing and go back to your work. Skipping the tin (which he wants to wash because of all the gross graphite smears and shavings at the bottom), he takes the pencil case beside that, and pops it open. An eraser found its way into a sea of colored pencils somehow somehow, as well as crayons—probably Hange. Not too long ago you had them over working on a class project. He starts picking out these imposters.

“Levi,” you huff, your expression severe as you look daggers at him. “Just leave it alone.”

“Tch, you’re kidding. You’d rather I waste my time sorting the bookshelf in reverse alphabetical order instead? That’s stupid, so why?”

He always gets ‘Are you okay?’ wrong, but this time you turn towards him with your fist tightly curled over your notebook. He doesn’t look startled, but he barely catches the beginning of your revile.

“Stop messing around!—I just told you to stop fucking with it, so quit being a fucking idiot and get out of my space!! This is so stupid, do you not see I’m busy!? ‘Cuz you clearly can’t listen!”

Ironically the angrier you sound, the less emotion shows on his face. Only at the end—you already look guilty—amidst silence like a bomb’s fallout, he wears the scowl of a frightened animal.

He waits until your lips start moving to turn around and leave. 

At the door, he stops again with his hand clutching the knob, and glares at you over his shoulder. When your lips go to form his name, he slams it harder than necessary.

This is so stupid.

That was far from the first time someone has yelled at him in his life, and besides, is getting yelled at not an experience absolutely everyone’s had?

Even so, he can’t seem to make himself do fuck-all besides quietly sit, sit in your dark kitchen at the dining table, his legs folded to his chest. He feels like a gargoyle—odd, ancient, and unthinking. 

Maybe he just never expected you would ever lose your temper, which is naive of him.

He doesn’t know what to do, until, your voice speaking softly makes him bolt up straight. 

“I’m sorry, can I turn this on…?” you ask softly.

For now, your profile is merely a black shadow in the doorway, with your back illuminated by the one in the tiny hall. The switch you’re gesturing to would light up above the oven, rather than the whole room.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. But it’s not a no. 

Despite the nature of turning on a light, it feels so slow.

He must’ve sat a while, because he even cringes, blinking feverishly. Before his vision even adjusts, the guilt etched into your expression is almost painful for him to look at, like a cavernous gorge shoveled into the earth miles wide and deep. You’re holding something to your chest.

“I’m so sorry for snapping like that. You didn’t do anything wrong at all. I’m so sorry, Levi. I’m never, ever too busy—fuck, I was frustrated and I never should take it out on you, not in any way, ever. I’m the one who’s an idiot.”

As you speak, you come until you’re by the table, standing like a magnet constantly being repelled from it. 

Then you set what you were holding down in front of him—one, an expensive piece of paper (the kind that bends, not tears) with a drawing of some sort he doesn’t want to look at right now, and a rice cake wrapped in clingy wrap. 

His favorite. 

“I’m so so sorry,” you continue apologizing profusely. At this point your eyes are wet, but they keep darting away, with your nails surely leaving half-moon-shaped indents in your knuckles. You pray very quietly, “I’ll do anything ‘cuz you’re everything.”

Wide-eyed, he can’t seem to respond except for a raw sound in his throat after you say that. An instinct seems primal, as much as pumping blood is, that if he says anything, the likelihood that you’ll leave him will increase an unknown amount. 

Normally he’s so calm under pressure, and he didn’t say anything before either—you’ll get the wrong idea. The best thing he can think of is to robotically slide the offerings closer.

You’re still trying not to cry when you go. 

He stays there, just as he was, for another little while. He’s not really feeling anything, but at the same time, he’s running out of breath from the effort to calm down. 

Ugh…

The way you clearly felt is probably what you get, but he doesn’t want that for you anyway. Even if you did mean any of it.

But you didn’t.

It’s midnight or so—too early for Levi to usually be asleep but very late for him to be coming to bed—when he taps the bedroom door open with a few fingers and slinks inside. To prevent from waking you up, he did most of his business in the bathroom in the dark. 

It now helps him make out the shape of you under the covers on your side of the bed. He comes like a wraith, so much that he’s near-silent crawling into bed beside you, and using the edge of the covers to slip under.

Your back is in front of him. He wants to make sure you know it’s okay… but he doesn’t know how. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead right between your shoulder blades and the thin material of your tank top, the only place you’re touching. You’re warm, you smell good. 

By the slight hitch in your breathing then, you know he’s here. 

After a while, he brings his hand up to your waist, or rather a bit before it. It’s not long before you gently rest your fingers on top of his. He lets them slot in-between.

His eyes are heavy. He doesn’t bother opening them as he reaches around, bringing you his way, with your head nestled in his chest. That’s the only time you make a move, since he made it clear it’s okay for you to.

He holds you tightly and breathes you in. You both relax.

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#levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #captain levi x you #levi drabble #levi ackerman drabble #levi ackerman oneshot #levi ackerman fluff #captain levi x reader #aot oneshot

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Hi, first thanks for all the great meta and analysis❤️

So, I recently noticed this an increase of something that really annoys me: whenever the canyon stumbles upon an opinion they don’t agree with they’re acting like Con O’Neill is this helpless baby that needs protection from people criticising a character he played/his acting choices (because that obviously equals a personal attack🙄).

And as if he is this groundbreaking queer actor that has done more for the LGBTQIA+ community then David with OFMD. 

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely respect Con O’Neill and I do believe him that he is queer (despite there having been some valid doubts in the past) but I honestly don’t see that he played Izzy as gay (again, not on him, he just went with the role of the antagonist that he was given and did that really well, and then the Izzy fans tried to make it something that it was not). And if he did try to play Izzy as gay within the limitations of that script, then ok….an old white cis gay man who also falls into that hurtful trope of queer coded villain…tell me how that is groundbreaking representation again?

The same goes for “all of the other queer roles” he played according to the canyon. There are two of that I think: 

1)Cliff Costello, Cucumber (another old white gay men in a show with some very backwards views about how you are only properly gay if you get fucked in the arse or fuck others in the arse. No, I’m serious, the whole premise of the show is how horrible it is that the protagonist dosnt like anal!)

2)Val Pearson, Uncle (a character that fits every horrible stereotype of how trans people look, Con O’Neill stans love to claim that aCtUaLlY Val is gender fluid, but that is purely a head canon and never established in the show! If you know how 2000s media classically portrayed trans women and always made them the butt of the joke, this role is exactly(!) reproducing all of that).

Both of these are just side character btw. 

And I’m not blaming Con O’Neill for taking on these very problematic roles, as queer people we often have to take whatever representation we are given. Still -especially as a queer person- we don’t live in the 80s anymore you are allowed to be more critical about the roles you take on.

And I don’t think /he/ was the problem with these roles, I actually watched Uncle and like the way he played that character but that dosnt change the fact that the character itself is written deeply transphobic.

So maybe we shouldn’t pretend that they’re great representation?

And maybe we shouldn’t act as if Con had specifically chosen to play queer characters?

Like two deeply offensive stereotypical LGBTQIA+ characters in 40 years acting career? -that’s not more then your regular straight actor has played.

He is a decent actor but it annoys me that the canyon tries to turn him into this activist or something!

Wow, this got longer then I expected, sry just had to vent a little after seeing some rather outlandish canyon takes in the wild😅

OK, before I answer, I want to remark that this is a very thorny issue. I am not trans, and I know that there are some trans people who saw themselves in Izzy's characterization especially in Season 2 or discovered their own gender identity through that character. That's absolutely valid, and no one should ever say that it isn't.

I have not seen Con O'Neill in anything other than OFMD. From what I've seen, he's a good actor and seems a lovely guy who strongly supports fans and the LGBTQ+ community. But I can't speak to the other roles he has played because I have not seen them.

I read Izzy as queer, yes, though that's less explicit in the first season. He's very much the "queer-coded villain" trope, which is a homophobic trope...but as with everything OFMD does with tropes, it's subverted because—surprise!—almost everyone is queer. Izzy is very much an archetype of toxic masculinity and I think part of the point of the character is to develop how queerness does not always equal liberation.

I think it's very easy to fall into stan culture and arguing that the actor is the role and vice versa (so a criticism of Izzy is somehow a criticism of Con O'Neill). We have an additional layer here that this is a very queer show watched by a lot of queer people who see themselves, some for the first time, on the screen, and so are naturally defensive of the show itself, the specific characters, and the actors who play them. And that can cause a lot of problems too, especially if you're invested in the character who is canonically The Antagonist. To complicate it further, he is representative of a very common trope that for a long time was the major way queer people were represented at all in mainstream media, and we have people reading him as though he is the sole queer character. Which he likely would be, in many other stories...but not here.

It's a complicated issue. I wish that we could all step back a bit from our emotional investment in these characters and actors and recognize that they are part of a TV show that wears its tropes on its sleeve, and that just because an actor is a lovely person in real life, he is not his character.

#ofmd #our flag means death #reply #izzy hands #con o'neill

[highfantasy-soul]

Things I LOVED in NATLA Episode 7 - The North

Lt Jee actually being worried for Zuko!!!!

And Iroh tenderly bandaging Zuko's head 🥺

Zuko desperate to make sure his father doesn’t truly think he's turned against him!!!!!

A FANTASTIC set-up for his eventual ACUTAL turn against his father

Zuko genuinely thanking Lt. Jee 😢

And aaggghhhh!!! Zhao being a tricky slimey mf

This is a slick way to get Zuko being blown up without the pirates - though they're fun characters, I think this set-up enhanced the themes they were exploring in the season more

TEAM AVATAR!!

So cute that Aang excitedly tells his friends he made a connection with Zuko - Sokka is unimpressed while Katara has hope that people can turn out to be good.

Agna Qel'a!!!!

It looks GORGEOUS! And love that it has a name now!!

Apparently it was given a name in one of the books, but they never did name it in the show, so I'm glad they did it here

I don't even care that they know it's the Avatar right off bat and they're ready to welcome them in - it was cool as shit flying over the city on Appa

Maybe they had scouts out that saw Appa flying and brought news to the city, same as the scouts who saw the Fire Nation fleet - I'll accept that

Them treating Aang like a weapon rather than a person 😡

It's something that comes up a lot in the series and I'm glad they aren't shying away from it

Lol Katara's sibling jibing at Sokka staring at Yue 🤣

I love these little sibling moments - they're just so cute

And Sokka now hard-core staring at the ground instead of at Yue because Katara said he looked like a weirdo doing that 😅

Zhao's overacting at how pissed he is 🤣

Then his 'omg I can yes and this. I can SO yes and this!' as Iroh tells him what he 'think's happened

Oooohhh Iroh's understated insults at Zhao's qualifications

And Zhao's comeback about no record of failure unlike Iroh😐 bitch, that still doesn't make you qualified!

More Azulaaa!!!!

I really love this added storyline to see exactly why Azula is the way she is

It's great to see that her place as next-in-line isn't a shoe-in here - she's desperate to show her father that 'she's the one' and will do anything to get there

Sokka's heart eyes 😍

Stewed sea prunes 😭😭😭

"It tastes like home" 😢

I like this intro to Pakku - like with Sokka, they're not doing a comical level of sexism, they're making it more realistic

YUE IS A BEEENNDDEERR!!!!!!

Also, using it for the most important things: dessert

Sokka's absolutely abysmal (bet very endearing) interaction attempts with Yue 😅

Her little fake gasps as he keeps saying the wrong thing, but smiling because she knows what he means, she's just teasing him 🥺 incredibly adorable

Love that they have a conversation that actually has substance!

Don't hate me, but in the cartoon, they never had a substantive conversation ONCE. It was just Sokka flirting, Yue giggling, then Yue freaking out and running away - rinse and repeat like, 5 times in the course of 3 episodes.

Omg Hahn isn't a dick!!!

I like the more mature tone they've taken in the live action - they can have jokes, but for serious topics like…idk, a battle against the Northern Water Tribe being genocided, they make the characters take it seriously

GOOOOODDDD the adults expecting Aang to be a master strategist and offensive weapon!!

This actually makes sense that they'd believe he could do it - Aang is the culmination of all the past Avatars, so they'd assume he has all their knowledge and power.

The poor kid just got out of his iceberg, though!!!

"Airbending is primarily a defensive discipline"

You tell them, Aang!!

"But you're not JUST an airbender" :( don't bring logic and reality into this, Arnook

"I did it with the help of my friends 😊"  sweet baby Aang

And here's Pakku, telling Aang what a lot of watchers were frustrated about this season: uuhh maybe you should have been focused on your training

While that's a legit comment, I think the live-action showed why Aang didn't pretty well

Love love LOVE that we're introduced to healing with respect rather than the distain it was shown in the animated series

Healing is a wonderful and beautiful skill and I'm glad we got to see Katara interested in it (and it being used) rather than Katara sadly moping into the igloo filled with children learning healing

Sometimes, when people try to make things less sexist, they end up making it more-so. I think that happened with the animated series where healing was actually put up in conflict with combat - where combat was clearly shown as the 'better' skill and healing was 'stupid and bad, we don’t want to do that'. The live-action showed that healing is an important and powerful skill, the only issue comes when you aren't ALLOWED to do anything else. Healing itself isn't the issue, the fact the women are kept from combat IS the issue.

Nice Hahn and Sokka fishing for info about Yue

Avatar Kuruk RESPECT!!!!

LOVE Yue getting more character here!

She can pop into the spirit world! It makes so much sense with her having part of the moon spirit inside her!

The live action fleshed her out soooo well!

Poor Sokka not understanding AT ALL why someone would want to go to the Spirit World for fun 😂

"Don't do that. Don't make it less than what it is"

Such an important message for EVERYONE. You don’t have to have the most tragic of backstories for your trauma to be important. This isn't the oppression olympics - we aren't doing the whole 'well someone else has it worse so you can't complain' bullshit.

Everyone has hurt in their lives and everyone deserves to have their hurt taken seriously and healed. It isn't 'strength' to pretend it's nothing - it's strength to face it and accept that it was important, not something to shove under the rug

Yue reminding Sokka about what makes him special - his care for his friends! He's not a selfish guy - just because he wasn't the best leader or warrior when he was 13 doesn't mean he has nothing to offer the world

"Hahn is everything a girl could want. But he is not the boy of my dreams" 😭😭😭

"Being the Avatar means being the one who bears the burden: alone."

The thing is: like in the animated version, this advice MAKES SENSE! But it's how you USE the advice that makes the difference

No, you can't put all the weight of responsibility on your friends, but neither can you do it without any help - or without caring for others. It's very much advice coming from pain: all the Avatars got hurt because they DIDN'T abandon their friends and so they're giving a skewed version of the advice onto Aang to try to spare him the pain they went through.

It's Aang's job to find the balance

Sokka's fish carving that Yue thinks is a bear 😭😭😭

I wanna see it, props department!!!!

Yeess!! Katara's first confrontation with Pakku!

I like how she still tries to lead with diplomacy, making her case, and Pakku has 'reasonable' excuses not to let her fight

Instead of him being cartoonishly sexist, he's much more realistic giving 'logical' reasons for Katara not to be in combat, but she stands up anyways because she knows it's wrong.

I can see how some might find Aang not wanting Katara to fight to be jarring, but this is in line with the animated series

When they're going into particularly dangerous missions, Aang does have a tendency to try to do it himself and tell Katara to sit this one out - he does it in The Winter Solstice: Part 2.

He's just been told a past life's love was killed because he didn't keep her out of his fight, he has no idea how he's going to win this battle, and he's realizing that he does see Katara as someone incredibly important to him. It's in line with who Aang is to try to keep her safe and away from the battle

Zhao coming up with nicknames for himself 😑

Iroh straight up calling Fire Nation 'info' propaganda!!

While some people could see this as 'treason', when you're in positions of power in high-control groups, you KNOW it's propaganda - you HELP CREATE the lies and when people are going to do something stupid (like attack the North without a solid plan), you let them know that they're being stupid if they're going to make battle plans based on the lies you've helped spread.

Zhao and his dumb bitch destiny 🙄 he's such a great villain - he's one who's bought into his own lies

"The plan is to prove my father wasn't wrong to trust me with this mission. The plan is to go in and capture the Avatar once and for all. The PLAN is to reclaim what is rightfully MINE!! 😤" - "So, no plan? 😐" - "I'm working on it uncle 🥺"

This exchange = gold. Pure gold.

"It's almost as if he's working for someone else - someone much smarter"

WOOOOWWW Iroh, throw that shade a little more, why don't ya 🤣

Though I LOVE that they're giving Azula her brainy due - she's smart and she's the one not to be underestimated.

AZULA'S LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

Love how she stood up to her father, but because she was able to 'prove' her strength, he respected it rather than punished it

"Set me loose" AAAAHHHHHHH

SUPPORTIVE BROTHER SOKKA!!!

Love how matter of fact Katara is "I'm going to challenge Pakku to fight" - just like that. She's decided, so it's going to happen.

Sokka admitting Katara was right 😭😭😭😭😭

"Who's talking sense? What I'm trying to say is: go kick his ass" FUCK YEAH THAT'S RIGHT!!!!

Aang trying to go forward and help Katara, but Sokka holds him back

Love the sibling solidarity!!

The fight is almost beat for beat the one from the animated series!!!

I love that the live action knew exactly which sequences to put in almost 1-1 from the animated - this fight being one of them

"Is that all you got?!?!" FUCK YEAH!!

"They'll just say I lost" "Did you?"

The fact that it wasn't just Pakku's opinion that would change everything - Katara's actions inspired everyone else, even if Pakku didn't want to change his decision.

Change isn't made by changing one man's mind - it's about standing up to them and inspiring others (like in the Imprisoned storyline) to stand up too

Even inspiring Aang to realize that the conclusion the other Avatars came to from their pain was wrong - that Katara was right and that EVERYONE gets to choose whether to fight or not for themselves

Avatars aren't the only ones who worry about protecting people - it's a human, family thing, not just a mystical force of balance thing

Only Aang can write his own story - not anyone else.

This is a great through-line for the whole series where everyone has expectations put on them and they have to decide themselves who they want to be

Don't eat the sooty snow, Momo!!!!!

"Ok, time to fight"

I like that we end on the fire nation ships arriving: next episode is going to be THE BATTLE

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

#natla #natla positivity #netflix avatar #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar netflix #live action avatar #yue #sokka #katara #aang #iroh #zuko

[mountsmase]

Imagine a friend of masons walks in on you two having sex on holidays or something (let’s say Jayden cause I hate his guts) and you’re riding him sonfor the rest of the holiday he keeps making comments about how sexy you are and how he’s jealous of mase but overtime gets worse and keeps talking about your body like your boobs and how you were riding mason and he wishes it was him and you kind of expect mason to just laugh along or something or be secretly annoyed and say nothing cause he’s prone to letting his friends get away with anything but he’s raging and goes off on one because he doesn’t care what he’s friends do as long as it not talk a word about you and he can’t stand when someone disrespects you and you’re shocked but he reassures you and he second a friend opens their mouth about you they’re done for and that he’ll never stand by and watch you get clowned🫣🫣 protective mase gives me such Fanny flutters

I started this yesterday right before he scored and then got a little distracted 😅 sorry I didn’t answer it straight away 🫶🏻

lmao I forgot Jayden existed 🫣

I love protective Mase 🥺

Maybe you’ve always been a little insecure of your body but Mason is always so so amazing at making you feel beautiful, he truly believes that you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world and since being with him you’ve definitely grown to love your body and appreciate it so much more than you used to, but all of the little comments his so called ‘friend’ keeps making is getting to you more than you’d like to admit 🥺

You’d never tell Mason that it’s bothering you, not wanting him to worry too much and ruin his holiday but he notices all the little things and the changes in your behaviour, like the way you seem to cover up a little more when that person is around or the way your smile fades when they start making comments or jokes, so he knows something is up and he hates it.

For a while he wouldn’t say anything to them, absolutely fuming but also knowing that it will just be awkward for everyone if he does say something so he just makes a mental note to ask you how you’re feeling later and makes a point of complimenting you and loving on you loads, which he does everyday anyway but he makes a special point to do it even more, especially after they’ve made a comment he’d be showering you with love straight away, wanting to see your pretty little smile again after they made it disappear ☹️

But after a few days they’ve still not dropped it, bringing it up whenever they can and making completely unnecessary comments towards you and after a particularly horrible one he snaps, not able to just stand by and let it happen anymore because it’s killing him that they’re tearing you down and treating you like that, they’re his best friends but absolutely no one deserves to be spoken to/about like that, especially not you.

You’d be so surprised, not expecting him to say anything because he usually hates conflict but you can’t help but love the way he stands up for you. He obviously wouldn’t get violent or anything but he would still make it very very clear that it’s unacceptable behaviour and no one would fight him on it, seeing how serious he is and just apologising for everything, no one would dare say any more, not bringing it up for the rest of the trip and leaving you be which you’re definitely relieved about

And to your surprise it wouldn’t really be that awkward, the person coming to apologise to you before having a chat with Mase to clear the air a little and you’d spend the rest of the holiday glued to Mason’s side, so wrapped up in your little love bubble that you’re hardly even paying attention to anyone else around you

Him protecting you would be so sexy anyway you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him

#mason concepts

[otterandterrierwrites]

💫 for the song meme. han/leia because I'm in love with how you write them ALLL the time!

I wanna read your mind to know just what I've got in this new thing I've found

Brilliant disguise - Bruce Springsteen

A/N: thank you! 🥺 sorry it took me so long 😅 based on this prompt

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For a split second after the words, she feels out of space and time. Like she has stepped out of the life she's in, and into the life of someone whose biggest problem at the moment is the subtle rejection of the guy she's been hooking up with.

Of course, that's not who she is, and that's so far down her list of problems, it's barely one at all.

'Okay,' she says, a little too brightly because, really, it's fine. 'I understand. I'll see you around?'

She pivots on her heel without waiting for an answer and straightens her vest, doing her best not to look like she's running away but rather aiming for a dignified retreat.

'Hey no, I didn't��wait!' she hears, and his hand wraps over her shoulder before she gets one foot out of the cabin.

'Leia,' he says when she stops and turns back to look at him. There's something about her name coming out of his lips like that, not tumbling out in the so-called throes of passion but said with intent, with his eyes on hers and a look she can't quite decipher, that shakes something loose inside of her.

'I wasn't kickin' you out,' Han says, the corners of his eyes crinkling as if he's trying to puzzle her out.

'You said we didn't have to have sex,' she tells him, in her least annoyed voice—and she is annoyed, because he could at least have told her before she did the trek through the glacial Echo Base corridors. 'What did you want me to hang back for, a friendly game of Dejarik?'

Han blinks. 'Well, if you want...'

She rolls her eyes and begins to turn away again because her patience isn't limitless, but he stops her once more.

'Hang on! I meant it's okay if you just wanted a warm place to sleep tonight,' he says. That was what she told him when she showed up, that she came because her room was freezing. Even for Hoth standards. Then he made a joke about how she was just using him for his body heat. Then she started kissing him and sticking her hands under his shirt. And then he stopped her.

'It ain't a... an expectation, y'know?' he adds now. 'The sex. 'S fine with me if we just, uh, hang out sometimes. If you want.'

Leia stares at him, uncomprehending. No, that's not true. She knows what he's proposing. They are, crudely put, fuck buddies, and they're also friends, and she hangs out plenty more with him than she does with any other rebel even when they're not having sex, but... But. That’s not what he means. There are lines they haven’t crossed, that she said she wouldn’t cross, because this can’t become that kind of relationship. She ought to say no. No thank you, I’m fine with the way things are, it is what it is.

What she says is, ‘Okay, hotshot.’

The smile Han gives her isn’t like the glare of a dozen suns or anything as poetic as that. It’s small and his teeth aren’t even showing. It’s barely more than a diagonal, dimpling the corner of his mouth.

And it’s everything.

'For the record,' Leia says, tamping down an emotion that is even more damning of a self-betrayal than her agreement to something she doesn’t even know yet, 'I didn’t think you expected to have sex with me. I like having sex with you. As in, I wanted to have sex tonight. Want to.'

He laughs, even as he’s puffing up his chest, and Leia lets him pull her into his arms. ‘Well, that’s a kriffin’ relief, sweetheart.’

‘Do you need that in writing?’ she teases, levelling a serious look at him, her hands pressed flat against his chest. ‘Shall I give my explicit and enthusiastic consent before you take off my clothes? Do I have to—’

Han kisses her before she can come up with anything else and, afterwards, she stays.

#asks #sonicenvy #hanleia #han x leia #han solo #leia organa #star wars fanfiction #ficlet #rated T #period: preesb #2023 #bruce springsteen x hanleia yeah babyyy #it did come up on shuffle! #of my hanleia playlist ofc

[imichelle-l-rigby]

Reflections: Cillian Murphy’s Limited Edition

Series 3, episode 2

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*I am a music prof (predominantly classical vocalist), and I LOVE listening to Cillian’s music choices! That being said, sometimes I won’t like a song simply because of a vocalist (it’s a professional hazard - sorry!) 👩‍🏫

** The following are my own observations/opinions. We may not agree, and that’s ok! That’s what makes music fun! 😊

*** I wouldn’t say I’m well-versed in Cillian’s music preferences, but I do enjoy them (for the most part). I always wind up adding to my own playlists after listening to Cillian’s recommendations.

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And now for episode 2…

🎵 Set 1 (Gonna Be - Sun King)

Gonna Be: an interesting beginning! I like the layers of motivic play from low, mid, and high parts of the texture. Fun instrument and sound effect choices, as well!

Come Home: harmonies are dense, but so wholesome and satisfying. It reminds me of a lot of Americana material.

Sun King: I LOVE THE BEATLES SO UNIRONICALLY 😍😍😍😍. Also, Abbey Road had its birthday this past week! 😊

🎤Talking Break

“Blathering blindly”

“Bus stops along the way”

He sounds more chill this time than last week? His voice is giving serious ASMR vibes

“Treash”

His love of close harmonies is so valid 👌

That’s adorable him asking his dad about the faux Italian in “Sun King” 😂

🎵Set 2 (SpongeBob -

SpongeBob: I promise you that this is the last thing I think of in association with SpongeBob! 😅 while this is objectively good, it’s not my cup of tea. I do like that I can understand/follow the lyrics. Well done and well constructed.

Officina stellare: I like this! A fun, atmospheric piece.

I’m not sure why this and SpongeBob go together, but the juxtaposition is striking.

🎤Talking Break:

Italian pronunciation should be: oh-fee-chee-nah steh-lah-rey

“Brilliant atmosphere of doom” ok… way to bring down the vibe, Cillian! 😅

🎵Set 3 (Weird Lullaby - Nite Owl)

Weird Lullaby: I do enjoy some good, original jazz. Swing era, and an unorthodox use of scat. I looked up Babs, and I need to find more of his stuff. He’s got an enjoyable voice, and approaches harmonies in a beautiful way.

Nite Owl: even though this is also an “oldie,” it is a STRONG difference compared with the previous!!! But I like this - what a feel good song! Good use of what is now called a “twang” vocal technique (twang isn’t just for country music).

🎤Talking Break

Now I need to listen to Frank Zappa’s Jukebox…

Joke’s on you, Cillian! First time I listened to this I was NOT “headphoned up!” 😂 I know, I’m such a rebel! 😂😂 Jk I was too lazy to go get my AirPods

🎵Set 4 (Trees, etc. - A Slice of the Top)

Trees, etc: well, it’s certainly better/more enjoyable than “Revolution 9” - that is one trippy, scary song! But I’ll be honest, I expected more “sound directionality” when he said to “headphone up,” like when you can hear the direction of the sound change from left to right. Regardless, this is a cool concept piece.

A Slice Of The Top: more jazzy, for sure. I’m loving the different riffs! Something about it sounds like Afro-Cuban jazz, but idk why? Maybe it’s the background rhythms? Fun dissonant harmonies, though!

🎤Talking Break:

“There is some coherence… somewhere”

🎵Set 5 (Dr. Ring Ding -Jack Ruby)

Dr. Ring Ding: the intro is so weird 😅 but no, this is a cool song. Again, I always appreciate some good riffs/solos!

Jack Ruby: same artist!! Wow! And man, I just wanna dance listening to these songs!💃

🎤Talking Break

A Cork specific question!

I saw somewhere someone was asking what a “boogie” is supposed to mean. I *think* (?) it’s just a jam session or performance of some kind??? At lest that’s how I’m interpreting this story.

A pub called Snotty Joe’s?! 😂😂😂

Ejected from establishments 😂😂😂😂

Corkonians

“Brilliantly sound self”

🎵Set 6 (Gone Daddy Gone - Downtown Train)

Gone Daddy Gone: ok, this is a boogie, if I say so! The instrumental track is fun, though repetitive. The vocal line is fairly monotone. Idk why monotone songs work, but they do (Mr. Brightside is a great example of monotone done right)! And a marimba solo?! Yes, please! 🤩

Downtown Train: ok… Tom Waits’ voice is not my favorite. That being said, this is a good song. It’s not something I would listen to often because of the vocals, but it’s definitely got merit. And something about this is so nostalgic?

🎤Talking Break

Aretha!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Yay archive material!!!

“Baby, baby, baby”

🎵Set 7 (Baby, Baby, Baby)

Baby, baby, baby: I have no words. Aretha has SUCH a lovely, effortless-sounding voice! And her songs are so soulful! Perfection. 💯

🎤Talking Break

Thoughts on Bill: he’s eclectic. But his description is vague and I wish he’d be more specific.

🎵Set 8 (Free’s - Weird Sisters)

Free’s: the melody isn’t ambitious (almost like a recitative), but his voice has a nice, rich quality to it! And the instrumentation is fun! Almost like a little jazzy flute riff along with atmospheric backing.

Weird Sisters: enjoyable song! Definitely enjoying the slow build in texture - well done.

As a voice teacher, I want to double check some vocal production techniques of his. I’m not sure if some of the vocal anomalies I’m hearing are purposeful or not. I think they’re done on purpose, but if not, he should go visit an ENT (the doctor, not the talking tree). TLDR: vocal health is important.

🎤Talking Break

Oh no… not more weird dude from Yorkshire 😅

I’m still so confused.

Ok… an introduction to the next artist.

🎵Set 9 (Micael)

Micael: I like this song a lot. Guitar is haunting, atmospheric, and repetitive. The other instrumental and sound effects in the back are nice additions! The vocal line and it’s layers just keep adding to the strangeness of this song. It’s a puzzle, and I think that’s why I like it - it keeps you on your toes!

🎤Talking Break

An exclusive! 🙀

Oooh… a book reading!

Comments on Jarvis: yes. Music is a magic trick! His French is good. *the tingle* - yep! So important!

“Pop music was real music as far as I was concerned” - I do disagree with this point. All music is real. You may not like it, but that’s a different subject 🤷‍♀️

🎵Set 10 (Black Magic)

Black Magic: why is this such a banger??? 😎😎😎 the bell line is a really nice touch, and I like it’s unique and unexpected melody compared to the more predictable vocal line and chorus.

🎤Talking Break:

“Thank you, Jarvis”

🎵Set 11 (Harmoniser Dub - The Smoke)

Harmoniser Dub: for something with “harmonize” in the title, there isn’t much harmonizing… (I know, I’m being purposefully obtuse) 😂 but a fun use of electronic sounds and non-vocal music!

The Smoke: I like this a lot more than the previous song! Lots of unexpected rhythmic pauses, and the mysterious vocal line is cool 😎 I like how this song is constantly morphing and borrowing styles to form a whole.

🎤Talking Break

Love remixes!

“No let’s not play the ident”

“Friends”

🎵Set 12 (Lwonsome Tonight - All Souls)

Lwonsome Tonight: now I have a complicated relationship with her voice. She purposefully sings in a thin, unsupported style and in a difficult portion of her range to create a specific haunting/folksy effect. I get it, but I don’t care for it. Good storytelling, and the vocal melody has an interesting contour.

All Souls: a strong contrast with the previous song! I like the electronic distortion and sub-pulses. 👍 the piano line is reminiscent of some of the driving pulses in funeral marches, so that’s a cool touch. I would say I prefer this song to the other one featured.

🎤Talking Break

I do love covers

🎵Set 13 (PinkMoon - Paprika Pony)

Pink Moon: I like this! Fun electronic components, and a pleasant head-dominant vocal production. This is such a vibe! ✨

Side note: isn’t AURORA featured in Frozen 2?

Paprika Pony: WHOA what a contrast! This is all clear-cut edges where the previous is all soft and fluffy. I know that has nothing to do with musical qualities, but that’s how I’m hearing it tonight.

I guess this set is tied together by alliteration? 😂

🎤Talking Break

“Anthemic” - I did not know that was a word!

🎵Set 14 (Stand Anthem)

Stand Anthem: I’m sorry, Cill, but I don’t like this. I enjoyed the first 20 seconds? It does have a “We Are The World” vibe, but it’s so repetitive. I think it’s the “stand” portions I dislike most - they don’t go anywhere. There’s no sense of build or momentum, and I’d really like to have that featured, especially in an anthem!

🎤Talking Break

Yay! Irish music!

Set 15 (Foreign Fleas)

Foreign Fleas: dude, this sounds dark and scary! 🫣 but that’s not a bad thing! I’m just a wimp 😂 but there are some nice, crunchy, dissonant harmonies in the vocal line. 👍

🎤Talking Break

“Brave and moving act of communication”

“Multitudinal”

What’s a Wally???

“Mind yourselves”

🎵Set 16 (Become the Earth - Distant Sky)

Become the Earth: oddly enough, I would describe her voice as “earthy” 😂 the simplicity of this song is nice. Heavily produced stuff is nice, but so is something like this. There’s still some post-production parts, but it’s not overwhelming. I did like that descending and ascending slide in the backing vocals! That was cool!!!

Distant Sky: Nick Cave is one of those artists who has such a gift when it comes to storytelling. However, his voice isn’t my favorite. That being said, what he adds instrumentally and through storytelling outweighs his vocal production (which is also a choice, I believe). And the juxtaposition of Nick and Else Torp is just wow! Overall, this is a beautiful song, and I’m happy the show ended so strongly with this gorgeous piece.

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And that’s episode 2! Honestly, I’m surprised I was able to get this out by Friday - this week has been hectic! 😂😅

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Feel feee to share/comment! 😊

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@iammrsrogers @deliciousnutcomputer @mariamoonie @brownskinsugarplum76 @look-at-the-soul @kj-davis @neverroad @teapothollow @thepurplearmyposts @possessedmarshmallow

#cillian murphy #Cillian Murphy’s limited edition #music

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

May I request some Sylvain headcanons? How would he react to reader crush who's avoiding him like the plague? Maybe he asked them out to hang out "as friends, nothing serious haha" but he might have kinda forgotten about some other chic he was seeing at the time (oops) and now crush got unintentionally roped up into dumb drama and wants nothing to do with it. Cue the cold shoulder. Maybe this would work best pre-timeskip, Sylv was more of a mess then 😅

{Hello! This is extraordinarily late. I really have no excuse. I hope you like it if you’re still in the fandom!} 

Master-list: Here

Is it bold to assume that he expects to be avoided? He is the king of self-sabotage after all. Especially if we are talking pre-timeskip.  

He’s a womanizer. He takes pride in it. Anyone who’s his type would be disgusted by the behavior 

He talks the talk of wanting to be a forever bachelor, but we all know that’s a sham. He wants stability, he wants loyalty, he wants kindness...basically, if you’re what he wants then he’s going to push you away intentionally to save you from himself 

So...yeah. He has no problem with his crush avoiding him. He’s convinced it will pass so long as you’re happy. He’s content being on the side, even though his close friends say otherwise 

Aka. Felix picked up on what he was doing and laid down the hard blows. Basically told Sylvain he was a child. Pfft. As if he would be any different 

Felix would do worse in his position, but Sylvain holds the thought in to avoid being pummeled 

It takes Ingrid’s threats to make him try and attempt being friends again. Something about how he was jeopardizing the ‘team effort’ by letting you ‘sulk’

He felt there was more to it than that, but he didn’t want to press. Not to respect it, but more so because he didn’t want to know the answer 

It’s one thing if you were ignoring him from how he acts. That’s fine. 

but he--he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

He’s not stupid. He’s painfully aware of how you stare during class

how you take a step towards his table at lunch, before shaking your head and choosing somewhere else 

how the one time Lorenz went too far, calling him a disappointment to nobles and tossing in a comment about his brother...you became enraged.

So angry he could see veins popping out of your neck

Lorenz earned a bruise the same color as his hair, it was awesome

He only ever saw that level of anger from Felix. Needless to say, surprises were bountiful that day. 

He turned a blind eye to it all, until now. After pining for so long and then ignoring him, he was shocked you accepted his invitation to eat lunch 

“Heyyy (Y/N)? Want to grab a bite to eat? Been a while since we’ve seen each other and that’s not good for friends, don’t you think?” 

Ignoring Ingrid who may have been watching, he did his best to sound natural

He didn’t miss you wince when he leaned on your shoulder, or the way you stepped back at his emphasis on ‘friend’ 

He also seemingly “forgot” that he was supposed to have lunch with his latest hookup. He definitely wasn’t planning to have them interrupt, cutting your time together short and getting Ingrid off his back. Possibly making you hate him in the process and eliminating any chance he had with you in the future 

He was planning it. Just so we’re clear 

and boy did Sylvain love to self-sabotage. The hollow feeling in his heart was well deserved, which he confirmed when everything happened according to plan. 

You both were eating lunch in the courtyard. Him making small talk, and you uncharacteristically silent. Not too far along comes his latest partner, mad at him for being so forgetful and even cheating on them. He took his opportunity 

“Cheating on you with them!? Are you serious!? They’re just a friend, chill out,” 

It was done. He committed the ultimate friendzone without fault. The way his partner looked at him in horror was also expected, but their shock wasn’t directed his way.

Why weren’t they looking-? 

“Are my feelings a game to you? Do you like making people feel like smeared shit on the bottom of your shoe?” 

The way you shook next to him. Your head down and hands crushing the drink in your grasp. He almost expected you to throw it at him, but instead your hands caught water. Droplets fell at a rhythmic pace. 

“Did you seriously ask me to lunch when you already had plans? After not talking to me for weeks?! After treating me like I was never your friend?! I know you have a hard time being honest with yourself. I know you don’t like people who’re pushy, so I held back talking first,” they throw their cup onto the floor, standing to glare at him. They purse their lips, trying to barricade their next words yet failing horribly, “but this?! You have me awake for endless nights wondering if I did something wrong and then you use me for petty drama?” 

They do the last thing he’d expect, and grab his newest ex by the arm. Before he can process a defense they’re both walking away, with his ‘friend’ furiously wiping at their eyes

“You can’t even give your partner a proper breakup. I knew you were bad, but not that bad,” they halt, turning to look over their shoulder, “I can’t believe I thought you cared about me. I...you know what, you don’t get to hear the rest,” 

and you both were gone. 

It was the afternoon bell that pulled him from his stupor. He knew that meant class was starting, yet Sylvain didn’t want to go. 

Yet he also didn’t want to just sit around. So he forced himself to do what he does best, pretend whatever just happened never occurred

Hours go by, and then some days. He hasn’t heard from his ex once, which was rare since they normally try to reconcile at least once. As for you? It was the same cold shoulder as the past few weeks, except this time was different 

You didn’t stare at him during lessons 

You didn’t take one step towards his lunch table before turning away

You didn’t defend him when Ingrid gave him a nasty bruise on his cheek, or when Dorothea called him vile 

You just...didn’t? He got exactly what he wanted. You did nothing, as if he never existed and your friendship never happened 

and yet- he didn’t feel the relief that he expected. He wasn’t happy that you moved on, and every time you laughed his latest meal felt it was about to be re-plated 

Your feelings - his crush. They were never the burden he made them appear to be

When he tries to sleep it off, all his brain would conjure is a crushed cup. Trembling fingers digging into tin, their tips changing color from pressure. Droplets of water trickling from thin air and falling on top. 

Your feelings were a game to him. One that he lost from the start 

He lays in bed, arm over his eyes and lets his tears fall

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #sylvain gautier #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain x reader #fe3h imagines #fire emblem imagines #fe3h scenarios #fire emblem scenarios #fire emblem three houses scenarios #fire emblem three houses imagines

[unluckyhoneybee]

Am I allowed to ask for a Arthur Leclerc request? A smitten at first sight but oblivious to each other’s affections? 😅 it’s okay if not

Of course, you can. Let's see what I can do.

You had been working for Ferrari for a couple of weeks, helping Charles with everything he needed. Like an assistant. It wasn't your dream job, but it was a good start. Charles was really nice and chaotic.

One day, you were waiting for him to come and get ready for the race. He said something about going to say hi to his brother Arthur who also had a race that weekend. But he was running late.

Finally, you heard his voice. Well, not actually his voice. But almost the same. You turned around to see a blonde guy walking in your direction. He was cute. Really cute. He had those beautiful eyes, dirty blonde hair and a huge smile. But... he reminded you of someone.

"Are you YN?" You nodded slowly, not being able to take your eyes off him. He was so handsome. "I'm Arthur. Charles told me to meet him here. He had to go to the garage" He said with the cutest French accent ever. "Oh. Okay." "He will be here in a second."

Charles had told you about Arthur once or twice, but you weren't expecting him to be like this.

Both of you waited patiently in silence. You could see him looking at you not so discretely. Even if he was trying. You caught him every time. Your cheeks would get warm each time.

"Hey guys, sorry. Mattia wanted to talk to me. He is Arthur, my brother." "I already introduced myself, Charles"

From that point, Arthur and you started getting closer. Every time he came to visit Charles or to see him race, you would navigate to each other. You developed feelings for him way too fast for your liking. But he was just too nice to you and too cute to avoid it. And if you thought Charles was chaos... Arthur was even more.

"Hey, I brought some coffee to you". He said sitting in a stole to watch the free practices. "Thank you, Arthur" I have some super healthy pastries made by myself. Charles has a green light to eat them, so I suppose you have it too" You passed him one of your cupcakes and he smiled at you.

Things like that were common between you since almost the first time you met. Whenever it rained, he had an umbrella for me. If he couldn't come to a race, I would keep him updated during the whole weekend. If I needed a lift home, he would get his car ready. When he had a bad race, I would cook something for him so Charles could give it to him. But that's what friends were for, right?

It was extra rainy today and the humidity was getting into your bones. The free practice finished and you both went to see Charles. He had done really good and had a huge chance of winning the race. You shivered as the drops of water fell.

"Oh. Here. Have this." Arthur took his jacket off and put it over your shoulders.

"No, no. Arthur, you will get ill" "No, I won't. This hoodie is warmer than your shirt"

You smiled a bit. He was too sweet. "Thank you, Arthur"

He smiled as you put your arms in the sleeves. He then put the hood over your head. You felt your heart beating fast.

Back at Charles' motorhome, Arthur was already gone. He had something to do with his own team.

"What's going on with Arthur and you?"

"Nothing" You looked up from your phone, where you had just sent the boy in question a good luck message.

Charles laughed a little. "You both are too cute". "Why do you say that?" "Are you really that oblivious, YN?"

You stayed silent looking at him. Oblivious about what? Did Arthur have the same feelings as you?

Charles sighed with a tiny smile. "Just go for it, YN"

You felt your heart beating faster and faster. Was it true?

"Should I?"

Charles nodded. You got up and hugged him. "It will be okay, YN. I promise"

Late that day, you were looking for Arthur all around. You needed to find him. You were decided to act on your feelings.

You saw him from afar and he was talking to Charles. They seemed to be having a serious conversation. You didn't want to intrude, so you walked slowly giving them enough time to spot you. Charles did first, looking at you very smiley. He punched his younger brother's shoulder and pointed at you. Arthur turned and it was as if your breath had been taken away from you. You stayed on your spot, incapable of moving when he was looking at you with such fond eyes. Charles had to be right. You don't look at someone like that if she is just your friend. But how could have you gone so many months without even suspecting Arthur shared your feelings?

"Go there, petit" You heard Charles. Arthur nodded and walked directly to you. You took a few steps ahead before clashing with him. He grabbed your face with his hands and you hugged his waist. Finally, after so long, he kissed you. His lips were so sweet and they moulded so perfectly with yours. It felt like a dream. His lips and tongue moved against yours in the sweetest kiss you've ever had.

And when you broke apart you couldn't stop smiling. "I like you a lot, YN" "I like you too, Arthur"

"What a pair of idiots". Charles said walking away.

#arthur leclerc #al #f3 blurb #blurb #fluff

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

#64 Being a sneaky, former burglar, Nori needs Bilbo to do some spy work for him.

(i just love Nori, and wish we had more blustering Bilbo and notorious Nori in-cahoots moments) (#78 was a close runner up for my ask! Hibernating Hobbits has my mind running wild! Too flipping cute and perfect!)

First off...THANK YOU FOR JOINING MY LITTLE BLOG! Secondly, I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I got asks within seconds of each other so I tried to answer them in order, just didn't expect it to take this long. 😅 But I also love Bilbo and Nori tag teams. This didn't quite go that way...but I hope you enjoy it all the same. 😉

Nori Needs a Burglar

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Words: 5007

Bilbo loved his husband dearly, but Thorin was not a people person. The dwarf could rally his troops to action, he could give inspiring speeches that moved you in ways you never expected, but ask him to ‘interact with the people’ and he was worse than a tween with a flower and a crush. So part of Bilbo’s more prominent duties as Consort, was to go down to the Markets once a week, and talk policy with the ‘common dwarf’. Honestly, it was no hardship for Bilbo. He was able to complete his shopping and most of the time, get a pleasant conversation out of the effort. The mountain adored Thorin, and it did Bilbo’s heart good to know after all the struggles both before and during the quest, it resulted in this.

Bilbo was finishing up a conversation with Demik on his wonderfully crafted throw rugs and the best way to remove wine stains from wool when he felt someone sidle up behind him. Pleasantly surprised, Bilbo spun around only to fall in disappointment.

“Oh. Hello, Nori.” 

“I’m going to pretend like that didn’t hurt, my dear Consort.” Nori mocked putting his hands over his heart in a rather dramatic fashion.

Bilbo didn’t even spare him a glance as he thanked Demik, and carried on with his shopping.

“And how is my favorite hobbit doing on this glorious day?”

“What do you want?” Bilbo demanded.

“Alright, now I am getting just a touch offended. Just what have I done to you?”

“Oh, I don’t know. There was the fake assassination last week…”

“Just trying to keep you on your toes.”

“Nicking my crown three days ago that sent me on a wild goose chase through the mountain?”

“Well…”

“Oh! What about ‘quick Bilbo, the mountain is on fire’? That was yesterday morning.”

The sly dwarf merely smirked at him, his eyes full of mischief. 

“You’ve got to admit. That was funny. Everything in here is stone. Just where is the fire going to go?”

“So no, I’m not in the mood to play whatever game you have concocted today. You’ve been worse than my nephews lately. All three of them, mind you.”

“Okay, but this time…I really need your help with something.”

Bilbo had half a mind to tell his guards to arrest the dwarf. Surely Thorin would be able to survive a few days without his spymaster. However, before Bilbo could state plainly ‘no’ for the second time, Nori had yanked Bilbo into a quiet corner between two buildings. The hobbit grumbled at the rough-handling as he smoothed out his jacket and straightened his crown.

“What?” He demanded, ire dripping into the syllable.

“Look, I know I’ve been playing with you lately, but this is serious. I think someone is stealing from the treasury.”

Any irritation the hobbit felt melted away at the seriousness of the accusation.

“Oh! Well yes, that would be a rather large problem. Do you have any suspects? How do you know?”

“Gloin said there was something off with the books. Right now it’s maybe under two percent. But you know the size of it. They still haven’t gotten it all completely organized, it could easily be much larger than that.”

Bilbo nodded. “Yes, of course. Have you informed Thorin yet?”

Nori winced at this. “I still don’t know how or why they are doing it, and since I can’t rule out goldsickness…”

Bilbo pressed a hand to his chin. He could see Nori’s point. He certainly didn’t believe his husband was in any way capable of succumbing to that terrible disease again, but Thorin would definitely be likely to fly off the handle if such a thing came to light. 

“I thought maybe…since you were our dear Burglar, you might…poke around. See what you can find out.”

Bilbo looked up in shock trying to gauge the dwarf’s seriousness. 

“You want me to spy for you?”

“Don’t think of it like spying.” Nori scoffed. “More like…solving a mystery…in a very quiet and secretive way.”

“And you don’t have your own people to do this?” Bilbo groaned.

“They aren’t familiar with the layout.” Nori shrugged.

“Oh because they didn’t riddle with a dragon, years ago, I might add.”

“I’m just asking you to take a look.”

Bilbo heaved a large sigh before making the mistake of looking back at the earnest expression on the former thief's face.

“Fine. I will look into it.”

Bilbo watched the ginger haired dwarf leave with a smirk and a quick word of thanks, all the while wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into.

***

He figured his first course of action would be to talk to Gloin about the incident personally and get the facts from him. However, when he arrived at the accountants’ office, Gloin was nowhere to be found.

“You’re more than welcome to his books, Your Highness.” Gloin’s assistant, Matum, offered. “They should be in the filing cabinet behind his desk.

Bilbo thanked the dam, stepping inside the rather bland room. He found the books easily enough, and it was only from his years of managing the properties of Bagshot Row that he knew what to look for. He started about four months ago, and worked his way to the present. Sure enough, about six weeks ago, there was a rather noticeable drop. Not enough to be brought to anyone’s attention, but definitely worth questioning. How odd indeed. 

Bilbo thought about it from the perspective of someone trying to steal from the treasury. He was certain they wouldn’t want it to be obvious. Perhaps even come back for more if they were able to get away with it without a problem the first time. Continuing to scan the books, he saw there was in fact another loss almost two weeks ago. Well, there was nothing for it. He was going to have to find out how they were getting in.

Bilbo’s next stop was the treasury itself. He needed to see if there were any other ways to get in and out other than the entrances with guards currently posted. He was given a nod as he entered the golden lit room. He didn’t normally make a habit of returning to the treasury. Too many unpleasant memories, but he did find himself relatively impressed with the organization that has gone into the room. Rather than giant mountains of gold and jewels, everything had been sorted into boxes and chests that were stacked along the outside edges, giving plenty of room for Bilbo to walk on blessed, solid stone. However, as he started to meander deeper into the treasury, he noticed that the ‘boxing’ was less obvious and there were still substantial hills of coin swept aside to be counted later. Nori’s concern of them potentially losing more than what was documented definitely made more sense. Yet, why steal anything that would have been charted at all if that were the case? Bilbo wished he had paid closer attention to the descriptions in Gloin’s books and not just the numbers.

For a moment, Bilbo let himself be transported back in time to darker days where the rest of the Company sifted through coins all day long as they searched for the single object of Thorin’s desire. The Consort shivered at that particular uncomfortable memory, but it seemed to make perfect sense to him. The thieves were after something in particular. Not just looking to get rich where they could. Well, he wouldn’t be able to find out what without checking Gloin’s books again, and honestly had enough to be able to report to Nori. He definitely couldn’t rule out goldsickness, but Nori would at least know where to go from here with his investigation. 

Satisfied, he was just beginning to turn back, when he felt himself trip on something decidedly not a gold coin. Picking the silver cylinder up, he turned it over seeing the crown and stars mold on the end. It was a coin stamp! A rather old stamp by the look of it. Each king had a new one commissioned during their reign, but Bilbo assumed from his lessons with Ori that this particular stamp had to have Khazad-dûm origins. What a unique find! Bilbo had just stuffed it away in his inner pockets when there was a soft ‘thud’, followed by a mumbled curse.

“Hello?” Bilbo called out not thinking.

Silence answered. Goosebumps raised on the back of his arms, and Bilbo found himself seeking the comfort of his little ring. He slipped it on before he could quite justify his actions which seemed to be just in time as two unfamiliar dwarves came out from behind the hill of gold.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s here.” The taller one with the longer beard grimaced, his features distorted just slightly by the grayscale of the ring’s world.

“I swore I heard someone.” The shorter dwarf mumbled.

“They don’t let just one person down in the treasury anymore. Not on account of the king’s former sickness.”

“They let the Consort.”

“What’s the Consort going to be doing here at this time of day? ‘Specially with the Company thing happening today.”

“Right…” The shorter dwarf agreed, still looking far from reassured.

“Now come on. Before we’ve got Forlen on our case wondering ‘what took so long’.”

Bilbo filed away the ‘Company thing’ that he clearly should know about, and began to follow them. He could summon the guards and have these two arrested right here, but there was at least a third, and if he was lucky with his little ring, maybe he could find their hiding spot! Bilbo had to follow at a distance as the ‘clink’ of the loose coins threatened to give him away to the criminals. They headed over to the wall that Bilbo was pretty sure contained…relics? Heirlooms? Something to that effect, Bilbo was sure. Using a rather clever lift system, one of them was able to hold up the boxes with two prongs and the mountain’s rock, while the other shifted the bottom box out from underneath. Then the precariously balanced stack was carefully lowered back to the ground. The higher boxes wavered with the new dynamic, but did not fall. Quite clever indeed.

Each of the thieves hefting an end, they started to walk, not back towards any of the entrances, but towards Bilbo. Despite knowing they couldn’t see him, Bilbo hid around a stack of boxes anyways. They marched past him back towards the endless pile of coins. Bilbo resisted the urge to sigh heavily before following them. Once again, he was having to maintain his distance so a third set of footfalls shifting the coins was not heard. However, Bilbo was floored when they suddenly vanished. He gave it a few minutes, made sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, and then immediately rushed to the spot. The hobbit scratched the top of his head walking along the bank of gold as he tried to puzzle it out. Perhaps the dwarves also had a magic ring of sorts? Just when Bilbo was about to give up and return to his earlier plan, he stepped in a place where the ground suddenly gave out from beneath him, and with a yelp he found himself sliding into a crevice dug into the floor of the treasury.

Bilbo landed hard on his bottom on a rather large pile of golden coins in the center of what appeared to be some sort of outdated meeting room. He looked back upwards to make out the smooth hidden stairs carved next to the large crevice and wondered just how long this room had been here. Did Thorin even know about it? Bilbo heard a gasp and spun around to see a red haired dwarf, whom he recognized as the shorter one of the duo, staring right at him. Dread filled him as he looked down at his finger to see that his magic ring slipped off in the fall. His eyes immediately left the thief as it scanned the ground desperately. There! He pounced on the ring, slipping it on just as the second dwarf was called in.

“What the…?!”

Bilbo pressed himself up against the wall as far as he could as the two charged to the spot where he had just vanished. 

“The Consort! The Consort was here!” The red headed dwarf stammered.

“Where did he go?! How did he disappear like that?” The taller of the duo demanded.

“Maybe he’s a ghost!”

“If he’s a ghost, how can he be married to the King?! No, this is some sort of…hobbit magic, this is. I bet he’s still in this room! We just gotta find him.”

Bilbo held his breath as he slowly started to inch past them towards the doorway. He used his mental map of Erebor, trying to pinpoint exactly where he was with little success. Below the treasury…what was below the treasury besides mining tunnels and offices? The main thing was to just get out. Surely, he would be able to figure it out from there. Bilbo was almost out of the room, when a third dwarf entered, nearly bowing Bilbo over in the process as the hobbit scrambled back against the wall.

“Just what is going on here?” 

Bilbo paused. He knew that voice. How did he know that voice? He wished the magic of the ring didn’t wash everything out so he could see distinguishing features. 

“We saw the Consort!” The first dwarf explained. “There! And then ‘poof’ he disappeared before our eyes.”

The third dwarf narrowed his eyes, scanning the area as if he could make Bilbo materialize with just a look.

“What is it, Forlen?” A voice grunted from the second room.

“Nothing, Nadad (Brother).” He finally decided, ordering the two from earlier to get back to work.

Bilbo could only follow, though, with his jaw dropped open. He finally realized why the dwarf seemed familiar, and following him down the hallway into the other room sealed it for Bilbo. Nallen, a member of the mining council, was seated on a tattered couch as he sifted through the stolen box. Bilbo had never really had a great repertoire with the dwarf. Apparently, his family were the former Chief Foremans, and he had thought it was a position he would inherit as well until Thorin gave the position to Bofur. He had made his disdain of that choice, and the current direction of Erebor, quite clear. 

So Nallen and his brother, Forlen, were the heads of this operation. Just what was the operation though? In any case, this was certainly more than enough to take back to Nori. 

“What was the problem?” Nallen asked.

“The idiots thought they had seen the King’s Consort.” Forlen snorted, returning to his spot beside him.

Nallen stopped, giving his brother a sharp look. “Did they?”

Forlen shrugged seemingly unbothered. “If they did, he’s gone now.”

Nallen slammed his fists down on the table making everything jump, including Bilbo himself.

“Thorin can’t know what we’re trying to find down here. If there’s even a small chance that the hobbit was here, he can’t be allowed to leave.”

“What are you asking of me? Kidnap and kill the Consort?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

Cold seemed straight into Bilbo’s bones, and that more than settled it for him. It was time to get out! There was a door on the other side of the room. That had to be the way out. He slowly started to sneak his way there, when the two dwarves from early burst into the room, leaving Bilbo scrambling out of the way once more.

“He’s not back in the treasury!” The shorter one complained. “Maybe he can just ‘pop’ in and out of places, like magic.”

“No! He has to be here somewhere!” Nallen growled. “I refuse to believe we’ve lost all this progress because that nosy little weasel has the uncanny ability of showing up where he’s not wanted.”

Bilbo could feel his face growing hot. Weasel! He’ll show that clot-head. 

“What progress?” The taller of the grunts snorted.

“It’s got to surface soon! And the moment it does, we will have complete control of the crown’s coin…”

Bilbo walked over to the door, opened it slowly so that way it caught every dwarven eye. Only he realized belatedly that he wished he had been a bit slower as Nallen’s sentence tapered off.

“THERE HE GOES! After him!” Forlen roared.

Bilbo stood back watching the four of them sprint by him with weapons drawn. Well, that was easy enough. Once he was in the clear, he stepped out of the room to follow. The small hiccup being they were long gone, and Bilbo still wasn’t completely sure where he was. The hobbit heaved a sigh before deciding to head in the general “up” direction. Crystal lamps hung every twenty feet so at least it wasn’t a completely abandoned tunnel. Hopefully, he would run into a dwarf sooner or later, and even more so, hopefully it wasn’t one of his pursuers. Bilbo passed doorway after doorway, not sure if he should try one of them or even if he was still going straight at all. He had been known to get stuck in circles in the mountain in his early years. He had to believe he was well past that now.

Muttering sounded from behind him, and he froze before quickly ducking away into a shadowy corner. 

“Distract my hobbit, quit irritating my hobbit, go and fetch my hobbit. I might as well be his nursemaid instead of Spymaster.”

“Nori!” Bilbo shouted as he pulled off his ring.

He had to say, he derived a small amount of satisfaction watching the sneaky dwarf jump and draw his knife. Seeing it was only Bilbo, Nori rolled his eyes, muttering curses under his breath. 

“And where exactly have you been?” He demanded.

Bilbo furrowed his brows. “Investigating. Like you asked me.”

“It shouldn’t have taken you that long though.” Nori complained.

Bilbo crossed his arms, more than just a touch offended. “Well pardon me. Next time, I leave finding Nallen and his cohorts to you seeing as you’re so much better than me. Honestly, why even ask me in the first place if you’re just going to…”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Nori interrupted, waving his hands. “Nallen? What’s he have to do with anything?”

“He’s your thief.” Bilbo explained. “Well, one of them anyways. His brother and what I’m assuming are two hired hands are also in on it. They have a secret room underneath the treasury and everything.”

Nori’s eyes seemed to get wider and wider, when they both perked up at the sound of approaching bootsteps. 

“That’s probably them.” Bilbo muttered. “Forgot to mention that they are currently hunting for me, and don’t seem too opposed to regicide.”

Nori gave Bilbo an incredulous look while shaking his head. 

“Only you. Alright, this way. Quickly now.”

Bilbo didn’t have much time, or reason really, to protest before Nori was leading him back down the hallway to knock on the first door on the left. Assuming this had to be one of Nori’s secret spy rooms, he didn’t really know what to expect. Dwalin opening the door to reveal all of his friends and family certainly was the furthest thing from his mind. 

“I stand corrected. That was fast.” The burly dwarf smirked as the rest of the room shouted.

“SURPRISE!”

Bilbo’s jaw dropped as he tried to work out what exactly was happening. 

“What? I…what?”

“I told you he wouldn’t know how to handle it.” Frodo remarked cheekily as Fili and Kili snickered in agreement.

“We wanted to surprise you.” Thorin answered proudly.

Bilbo went blank as he tried to remember just what anniversary or dwarvish holiday he was forgetting.

“Surprise me…why?” He finally had to ask.

“With Bilbo Day!” Frodo exclaimed enthusiastically.

“You rarely allow us to make any sort of fuss over you.” Dis inserted as if this were some sort of grave insult.

“No presents on your birthday, no presents on your wedding anniversary, and let’s not even mention the Yule fiasco!” Bofur listed off.

“So we decided to celebrate the first day we met!” Dori took over. “You know, when we burst into your smial and ate all your larder as you seem so apt to remind us.”

Bilbo found himself too overwhelmed to say anything. It was just so…kind. Everything else seemed to leave his mind in the wake of such a gift. 

“Oh well, I don’t know what to say. Truly. I suppose…”

“Yeah, yeah. Save it for when we don’t have dwarves trying to kill you.” Nori interrupted.

The entire room went completely silent, and Bilbo found himself embarrassed with the dwarf’s outburst for no good reason other than it ruined the merry atmosphere. His eyes lingered on the colorful decorations, gifts, and cake before he hefted a sigh.

“Fine. Let’s go take care of the scoundrels first.”

“Bilbo…Ghivashel (treasure of all treasures)...what is going on?” Thorin questioned, his face a thunderstorm of emotions.

“What did you do?” Dwalin demanded of Nori, pulling out his axe.

“It’s not my fault the hobbit is an accident magnet.” Nori grumbled.

“I found the thieves.” Bilbo explained.

Everyone’s answering silence reminded Bilbo that Nori had asked him to complete this task in secret, and therefore they were unaware of the events that would have led to this point.

“Nori asked me to investigate the discrepancy in the books.” Bilbo explained, nodding at Gloin.

The red headed dwarf laughed. “Oh lad, Nori came up with that scheme to distract you. We both decided ages ago that it probably wasn’t anything more than a miscalculation.”

Bilbo’s brows furrowed as his mouth twisted into a scowl and he turned to the spy for an answer. The red head answered with one of his own before announcing his mistake for everyone with much reluctance.

“Turns out, it was actually Nallen.”

“Nallen?” Balin gasped. “But what does he want with gold?”

“It’s not gold.” Bilbo stepped in at that point. “There’s something specific he and his brother are looking for. I wasn’t able to find out what exactly, but they have a secret room with direct access to the treasury and…”

“Hold on just a moment.” Thorin demanded with his hand held up and eyes pinched shut. “Just so I have this straight, you, Nori, my Spymaster, sent my Consort to do your dirty work on a raid of the Treasury, that I didn’t even know about.”

“It didn’t look like a big deal!...On paper, at least.” He tried to defend.

“And it’s a former member of my council who wants Bilbo dead?”

“To be fair on the last point, it’s only because they saw me. I don’t think murdering me was on his original checklist.” Bilbo defended.

Thorin looked pained before groaning and pulling Orcist from his belt. 

“Very well. Lead the way.”

“Yes!” Gimli cheered, axe in hand. “Let me at these villains, I’m more than up to the task!”

“Now hang on there, son. Just how many are we talking here, Bilbo?” Gloin questioned.

“Oh. There’s only four.” He shrugged.

There seemed to be a release of tension in the room as everyone shared quiet smirks and laughs.

“Alright then, let’s show these guys exactly how we feel about those who mess with our hobbit.” Bofur declared only to be met with a round of cheers.

“Lead the way, Uncle Bilbo.” Kili encouraged.

Bilbo tried not to fidget. 

“I…don’t really know the way.”

“You didn’t mark the door?” Nori sighed in exasperation.

“I don’t think you have room to talk right now.” Bilbo snapped. “It’s directly under the back end of the treasury. Where it still hasn’t been sorted.”

“Aye, but there’s miles of treasure still in there.” Gloin complained.

“Well, I didn’t walk for miles.” Bilbo retorted.

“That does narrow it down a bit.” Bofur chuckled. “But I know there are three distinct branches down there.”

“Then we split up. Dwalin, Nori, Balin, and Gloin with Bilbo and I. Bofur take another group, and Bifur the last.” Thorin directed.

“Aye, I’ll take the youngins. Try to keep them out of trouble.” Bofur announced.

Bilbo wasn’t too keen on his youngest nephew going on a hunt for dangerous criminals, but he knew Fili and Kili were overly protective of Frodo. They would make sure he didn’t get hurt. Instead, he tried to focus on leading his group back the way he came. Dwalin seemed especially smug towards Nori for not realizing that the treasury problem was an actual problem which made it hard for Bilbo’s hobbit ears to pick up on any distinguishing sounds. A hand ghosted across his arm, and Bilbo immediately turned his head to see Thorin’s concerned face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his brows pinched together.

“Fine!” Bilbo answered reflexively before amending his statement. “A bit overwhelmed to be honest. I really just thought I was helping Nori out by doing a bit of investigating. I never dreamt I’d actually find anyone! And this whole party business has me all out of sorts!”

Thorin chuckled fondly as he gently squeezed Bilbo’s hand. “Only you would treat a party in your honor as a worse offense than being chased by criminals intent on doing you harm.”

“Well only if they caught me.” Bilbo returned cheekily.

Thorin leaned over to press a kiss to Bilbo’s curls.

“Nori is right though. You do have a knack for finding trouble.”

Bilbo scolded as he slapped Thorin's arm, pulling away from his offending husband. He didn’t get too far though before Thorin swung a large arm around Bilbo’s shoulders pulling him in close in a half-hug while whispering in his ear.

“You also have a knack for getting out of trouble again, and for that I am grateful.”

Bilbo still wore his pout. “If I have any sort of relationship with trouble, it’s all you dwarves' fault. Getting me out of my hobbit hole…I was entirely respectable and trouble-free before I met you lot.”

Thorin laughed again, always succeeding in making Bilbo feel lighter until Nori had to ruin it again.

“Flirt later! Focus on finding this room now.” 

Thorin turned back to Nori with a disapproving look.

“I don’t know if you have any room to talk after sending my Consort on a dangerous mission in the first place.”

“I didn’t know anything would actually come of it!” He tried to defend.

“It’s your job to know.” Thorin snapped back.

Nori gestured helplessly. “There wasn’t anything to know! It’s not my fault the self-proclaimed luck wearer over here can find trouble faster than I can blink. In fact, if you really want all plots against the kingdom exposed within the week, you let me hire him full time...”

“No!” Came everyone’s resonating answer.

It was then that Bilbo realized one of the doors seemed less dusty than the others. 

“I think this is it.” He determined as he peeked his head in.

Nallen and Forlen were inside gathering up as much as they could, but paused upon seeing Bilbo. A nasty grin overtook the former’s face. 

“Well if it isn’t our dear Consort. We’ve been wondering where you wandered off to. Did you get lost hobbit?”

Bilbo smirked. “No, I got back-up.”

Their faces fell as soon as he opened the door fully to reveal the dwarves behind him.

***

It was quick work to gather the other two, and Dwalin pulled out irons to slap on their wrists as Gloin and Balin took stock of the stolen goods as well as the stairs leading up to the treasury.

“Explain.” Thorin demanded.

Nallen stubbornly kept his mouth closed. Thorin turned his sights onto his cohorts. 

“Not even to lighten your sentence? Petty thievery is one thing, but threatening the life of the Consort…”

It was the shorter one with red hair that broke first. 

“It was a coin stamp, Y-Your Grace. We would never have actually hurt Consort Baggins…”

“Shut up!” Forlen hissed, but the damage had been done.

“Coin stamp?” Balin repeated in confusion. “His Majesty’s coin stamp is kept with the Master of the Coin. It wouldn’t be down in the treasury.”

“Oh!” Bilbo exclaimed, suddenly remembering the coin stamp he had stuffed away in a pocket. “Could this be what you all were looking for?”

Nallen’s face was almost purple with his spluttering. “What?! B-But you…! How did you…?”

“I found it.” Bilbo shrugged.

Gloin took it reverently. “This is the stamp of Durin VI of Khazad-dum!”

“And probably would have made quite the profit if gold coins with this stamp suddenly began to appear in Erebor.” Balin raised an eyebrow.

“That sounds like motive enough to me.” Thorin smirked. “Dwalin, why don’t you and Gloin escort our guests to the dungeons to await their trial.”

The two dwarves were more than happy to comply, especially after Nallen started to whine about it ‘not being fair’. Nori was almost flabbergasted watching the proceedings before turning to Thorin with a pleading look. The king already knew what he was thinking though and had an answer ready.

“No.” 

“He found the coin stamp of Durin VI! Just let me borrow him for one week!” Nori protested.

Thorin wrapped his hand firmly around Bilbo’s as he started to lead the hobbit away.

“Sorry, but my husband will be indisposed for the foreseeable future, and even then my hobbit.”

Nori grumbled under his breath as they left him with Balin to take stock of the hidden room. Bilbo chuckled as he leaned into Thorin, more than pleased with this situation.

“So we’re not going back to the party then?”

Thorin gave him a very specific look that successfully sent shivers of anticipation down Bilbo’s spine.

“We can just say it’s my own personal celebration of Bilbo Day.”

“Then by all means, lead the way, My King.”

#sunny's drabbles #99 problems but our love ain't one #follower event #bagginshield #bilbo being unnaturally lucky #nori considering early retirement

[thefact0rygirl]

got any random thots about the bad batch? namely wrecker or tech because theyre my favs

let's talk wrecker since tech is a no-go for me 😅 and fair warning these are all over the place

wrecker x gn!reader

18+ (warnings: edging, use of sex toys)

With Wrecker you're getting playful sex. Expect giggling, jokes, and to have a good time. You can't tell if you're more sore from laughing or from your, ahem, activities.

Wrecker isn't a serious person, especially when he's trying to relax and have a good time.

He is also very open to experimenting and is willing to try something at least twice. 

That being said, I don’t think he is too into BDSM or any forms of power exchange. He’ll try if that is something you’re into, but it isn’t something that he personally likes or is eager to try.

But Wrecker is going to edge you. If we’re talking kinks or techniques, he is really into edging. He likes to hear you whine his name as he slows his movements or feel the way you grab onto his head in need.

He doesn’t do it for a power exchange or anything like that, it’s just another way for him to joke around with you. 

Along with edging, he is a big fan of toys. Again, playful sex and what is more playful than some sex toys? And of course it’s another way for him to edge you. 

He loves to hold a vibe to you and see how long you can last. Or even those remote controlled toys. Discovering those was arguably one of his favorite days. 

But as much as he likes using toys on you, he loves using toys on himself even more. He loves a good cock rings or maybe even some anal beads. Like I said, he loves to experiment and that holds especially true for sex toys. 

As far as his partner goes, Wrecker doesn't do hook-ups or anonymous sex. He needs to have a connection with someone before he can sleep with them.

It doesn't mean he needs to be in a monogamous relationship, he just needs to feel comfortable around them. His thing is if he doesn't feel comfortable enough to grab drinks and talk shit with you, he isn't going to have sex with you.

That means he for sure has a friends with benefits kind of situation with at least one person. But that is as far as I think he is willing to take things. 

To be honest, I think he is a bit intimidated by commitment. He doesn't trust a lot of people outside of his brothers. And given the fact that TBB are always out on missions, I don't think he would build up enough trust with someone to be in a committed relationship with them. The idea of being that vulnerable with a stranger is scary. 

That and he doesn't know if he will come back home to his partner and he doesn't want to put them in a situation where they don't know what happened to him.

#wrecker x reader #wrecker x gn!reader #wrecker x you #wrecker headcanons #the bad batch wrecker x reader #the bad batch wrecker x you #vee answers #anon

[sheisbeautyweareworldass]

what did you think about the end of the book? I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about it, but it was almost underwhelming? after Charles called Christopher little Kit nothing really got to me, like no one else died or even got seriously injured enough for me to be genuinely worried about them & there weren't even that many heartbreaking scenes about kit's death after that?? maybe it's because I read it so late but it felt so... nice and fake in a way. like not even fucking Maurice Bridgestock died, and he's the Inquisitor they always die. like congrats on the divorce Flora but?? idk I expected more & I kinda wish cc hadn't changed the ending to be less sad :( there weren't even emotional scenes like Alastair & Cordelia meeting their baby brother for the first time like??? overall chot was a lot better than I was expecting & I do like it but it also left a lot to be desired :/ anyway sorry about the rant in your inbox lmao

sorry for the late reply and i agree!

i mean, a few things got me after kit’s death, but that’s because i was already emotionally fragilized. i hoped for more, even with christopher’s death… i guess i was expecting more mourning and heartbreak, but save for a few sentences thrown him and there, it was like kit hadn’t died at all. i think cc felt she needed to kill one person for the dramatics and that would be enough to make it believable that the war was hard and the belial was powerful, but as you said, if felt underwhelming - no close calls, no serious injury, nothing besides kit. and it would’ve made sense to see how cecile and gabriel got the news, or even to read about christopher’s death from anna’s pov, but we had nothing of the sorts and it makes me mad. christopher is important enough to other characters to make it easier for a writer to write about the pain and grief, but it seemed to me as cc moved on too quickly, even the intermission: grief, which i hoped would be focused on christopher, was more about matthew and james, who weren’t dead at all. i think a lot of important scenes were brushed over or mentioned, and that takes the emotional value of it. sona giving birth, alastair and cordelia meeting zachary; i would’ve liked to read the scene where thomas came out to his family as it happened, instead of just how he recalled it. i understand chot is a big book and some things had to be cut off, but i’m just sad she chose those scenes to not be included on the final version

also agree about cc changing the ending 😅 i wonder how she imagined it at first and if would be better than this one was. that’s not to say i didn’t cry or anything, because god knows my eyes are still swollen and i’ve cried at the gym, walking back home and while doing the dishes thinking kit, his parents’ reaction, thomas inner monologue and such (the point is that if cc wanted, she could’ve written it instead of making me write it in my head and suffer alone 😭)

i wasn’t expecting it to like chot that as much as i did, specially not after the choi disaster, but i think she balanced the characters well enough, giving everyone a fairly equal number of pages and that made the reading way more pleasing to me

#answered #chot spoilers

[itsmyara]

Since Hisoka once stated that henka types get bored easily, things that were once precious to them can turn into trash in an instant, do you think is that what Hisoka feels for Machi right now? 

Meanwhile, regarding Machi's feelings to Hisoka, I don't think it's as complex as Hisoka, which is hard to predict.

Yes, she is furious with him to the point that she might actually kill him with his own hands. That's obvious, but somehow I feel like Machi still has some 'feeling" for him. 

Also, I don't really believe in the theory that Machi betrayed Hisoka by secretly helping Chrollo. Not only she didn't immediately report to Chrollo about Hisoka's resurrection, but even after Hisoka decided to kill all the spiders, Machi still didn't share important information about texture surprises with other Phantom Troupe members. That's why I can't believe the theory that Machi back stabbed Hisoka.

I think we can both agree, Machi cares for Hisoka, whether he realizes it or not. Even though he is no longer a member of PT. She asked him if he was serious about fighting Chrollo (obviously it wasn't Chrollo she was worried about because she was so sure Chrollo would win), wanted to stitch and clean up his wounds after his fight with Chrollo, advised him to choose the time and place to fight. All of that is in stark contrast to her own previous statement: "You can drop dead when your job is done".

So yeah, I guess Machi's feelings are easier to read. I think she really wants to kill Hisoka right now, but deep inside there is still a little 'feeling' left for him (care, sympathy, or even just a little 'hesitation').  In contrast to Hisoka, whose thoughts are more difficult to predict.

Just my 2cent. 😅

I see your point. I totally agree that Machi cares for him and killing him wouldn't be an easy task at all, not only in terms of strength/strategy but also emotionally. As I said to you before, I don't expect less than something very touching and very meaningful when it comes to this.

And yes, the Machi interfering with their fight is nothing but a fandom theory, it's not canon unless Togashi confirms it.

Now, as for Hisoka being bored by her... I highly doubt it. Even if we don't consider them as a ship, whatever is going on between them is still happening. He looked genuinely surprised to see her when he was back from the dead and now with the Spider hunt, I bet he can't wait to see what Machi got for him.

Talking about them as a ship, I truly believe Machi keeps him on his toes and he loves it about her. She's always a challenge to him, to get to her, to read her, to understand her, and even if he knows she cares for him, she never truly gave in to him. And it keeps things interesting. The same way weak people are boring to him, someone who submits completely would be a huge turn off and you know Machi would never. She's his wild girl and she doesn't give love lightly, and this is just perfect for him.

#thanks for sharing! #hisomachi #hisoka x machi #askmyara

[incorrect-random-fandom]

How do you think Gwyn's SA will be handled in acotar 5? One side of the fandom treats her SA like sh*t, that is clear, but Sarah herself actually treated it well in my opinion. Given that Sarah does not always treat trauma and addiction (Nesta's drinking problem for example) well, I think she at least did well with Gwyn's trauma in acosf. I'm hoping that Sarah will keep on treating it well. I don't entirely trust her with this though, I'm scared that she will make Gwyn forget all about her SA when she sees Azriel's dick for the first time. I hope acotar 5 won't start with Gwyn suffering from it but then as soon as her and Azriel get into intimacy she would just desperatly want the D and then she no longer has worries. I'm okay if it doesn't take long for Gwyn to get comfortable because yes, everyone heals in their own way and there are many people who rather want to experience sex to replace the bad experiences. I just really hope that her trauma won't just be swept under the rug, yk?

How do you think it will go? This might not be true but what if Gwyn is also ashamed? I mean, there are people in the world that feel like they're not worth anything anymore and not worth marrying because they got taken by people whom they didn't even want to have sex with. What if Gwyn feels worthless and thinks that Azriel wouldn't and shouldn't want to bed her? Feeling unworthy of sex like Azriel feels unworthy of love? If you get what I mean... 😅

This is a tough question, anon, baby.

In a way, I kinda expect SJM to deal with it the same way she deals with every other traumatized character: on a surface level, just deep enough to make the readers feel for them, but not going heavy enough on the trauma topic, and I honestly think that's better than going too in-depth into something that she doesn't have too much knowledge on, because this is such a serious matter, and treating it without the right care and caution could probably hurt readers that have been through SA.

Obviously she can't just erase Gwyn’s trauma to fit into their love story, so she's gonna have to handle Gwyn’s healing delicately, but I hope she will wait until both Az and Gwyn are in a better headspace before they can even think about being in a relationship. I mean, you can see how damaged Azriel is, and we knew it even before his own pov, through the other characters' thoughts, how scarred he is mentally, so a relationship at the moment would just be unhealthy.

This is only my opinion, of course, and I might be totally wrong, I just hope I'm not offending anyone. If I am, please tell me so I can fix my thoughts.

Also, I hope their romance will start off as a deep friendship. A really slow-burn (the slowest of burns, if I'm being honest) friends-to-lovers romance, in which both of them are super competitive and try to outdo the other in every little thing, until they realize they're better as partners, working together to surpass everybody else. They also begin trusting each other enough to talk about their own traumas, starting their healing journey together, but also independently to the other. Nesta and Emerie should also play an immense role in helping Gwyn find herself and learn to love herself again, if what you said about her feeling unworthy of love over what happened to her is true.

And, because I'm a slut for angsty storylines, I also want it to be an unrequited love story, be it on Azriel's side or Gwyn's. Probably Gwyn. So she starts falling for him while he's still pining for you-know-who, and then right when she decides he'll never love her as she loves him, something happens to him and Gwyn is the one to save him (I'm also a slut for heroines that save their heros) and to take care of him, so he begins to see her as more than a friend because no one's ever cared for him the way she does, and no one understands him like her.

One more thing: I AM BEGGING YOU, SARAH J MAAS, PLEASE EXPLORE GWYN’S DARK SIDE. MAKE HER A BADASS BITCH WHO WILL NOT HESITATE TO CUT THEIR ENEMIES — especially if they hurt Az or her sisters —, when she's also an adorable and sassy priestess who will make everyone's days better just by being herself.

Is it too much to ask for her to be just like Lana Myers from the Mindf*ck series? (I told you guys I'm obsessed with my baby Lana)

Maybe I veered off topic a bit, but I'm not too good with words and I just hope you guys will understand what I mean.

(Sorry for any grammatical error, I'm not a native English speaker🥺).

#gwynriel #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #acotar #sarah j maas #azriel