#i need to see them in their peak years. their double black years. the years where they finally learned to trust and grow fond of each other

[lotus-pear]

smoke break

#this was lying around in my drafts for three months and i colored it just now so sry if the art style looks kinda 💀 #teen skk is so special to bc they’re just idiot kids forced to get along and that’s what makes them hilarious #when will the unreleased seventeen light novel come out omfgggggg slamming my head into a brick wall #i need to see them in their peak years. their double black years. the years where they finally learned to trust and grow fond of each other #i am never painting again i cried every second doing this #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #osamu dazai #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #sokouku #skk #lotus draws

[lovedianagrey]

soukoku fics: recs and reviews

look, i really like fanfiction. and i've always felt people sometimes don't give good enough reasons to actually read a lot of it. if you scroll down enough, you'll see i did that too. so i thought i'd help out some people that don't know what to read tonight. you'll notice i took my reviewing seriously hgdsafvkhagsv i'll add more in my reblogs as i go on with this review style, but for now, here are three fanfics that pushed me to do this. fair warning, they're long ones.

A Lesson in Thorns by arkastadt

Word Count: 454,556

Tags: Arranged Marriage, BSD Beast!AU, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Character Death, Heavy Angst, Happy Ending, Ghosts, So Much Smut

Review:

As one of the longest fics I’ve ever read, it took me three days to read it, and a lot of lost sleep. A Lesson in Thorns is a journey that no one is truly prepared for. It’s surprising, I think, how one only notices the slow burn in the beginning, and forget they didn’t start out together in the end. So many things happen in the span of those fifty chapters, and so many feelings arise alongside their events. The reader watches Chuuya grow into himself, despite the haunting (hehe) that surrounds him by the end. Dazai becomes a man wishing to live, despite becoming a ghost of who he used to be. It’s quite magical, the way the story builds upon itself. What is usually some home, this piece makes an empire. 

This author appealed a lot to the wants and needs within these characters, making a paced build up to the challenges the characters face. Furthermore, there is a wonderful line of thought that is unwavering, consistent to the very end. The reader meets Chuuya getting ready to be married. A deal has been struck with the Port Mafia, and as the leader of the Sheep, Chuuya must marry their boss. A questionable and confusing task, but Chuuya has no more cards under his sleeve, and he has to save Shirase from the pending prison sentence. He walks into where he is to be married, looking to find a wrinkled, aging man. Instead, he faces the bandaged limbs and cunning eye of Dazai Osamu, and the story truly begins. 

The reader already knows it’s not a choice left for random that Dazai takes Chuuya under his wing. It’s already stated that on the first day in his position as the boss, right after killing Mori and sixteen months before he and Chuuya marry, he finds the redhead. A search that is broken down as the story unravels, and an effort that builds them and breaks them apart and puts them back together. 

This fanfic is clearly derived from a lot of the factors pointed in Bungou Stray Dogs’s BEAST light novel, which in my eyes makes it all the more interesting. I tried to give a short insight into the beginning with as much care as I could without creating any spoilers for the reading. I guess from me, all my notes just say it’s worth it. This fic really drags you through so many stages of feelings and excitements, and it builds off from them until you reach a new peak all over again. 

On Deathless Feet by AbsoluteNegation

Word Count: 71,848

Tags: Caretaking, Controlling Arahabaki, Canon-Divergence, Port Mafia and Post-Port Mafia, Smut

Review:

There are some stories that find themselves tucked into a hidden corner. It does not make them any less, and it does not make them any better, it just makes them quiet. Which in turn, when they are finally found, makes them all the more surprising. That is how I feel about On Deathless Feet, tucked in a corner of Ao3, and all incredibly surprising. 

Written with a nonlinear narrative, the reader meets the famed Double Black in different moments, recently met, in the middle of their rise through the ranks, at the brink of their end, after their disconnection with years of silence. AbsoluteNegation makes a wonderful story threaded in different moments, contextualizing their uncomfortable return to each other with interruptions back to their old lives before Dazai’s split from the Port Mafia. The author mainly focuses on Arahabaki, and Chuuya’s relationship with understanding the singularity as it slips out of control. Dazai is sent in to help counter it throughout their time together, and long stretches of contact are needed to get it down to normal. 

With a state of constant carataking, the two are thrusted into communion, needing to learn to accept living with each other for the time being. It isn’t a foreign feeling, seeing the other there, but at the end of the day it’s hard for the two with all that past. A past the author explores in detail just as much, not holding back on making it layered and pretty and very intense. They are creatures of passion, that’s what drives this ship and makes it so loved, and the author doesn’t shy away from building on it. Just as well, however, does the author place their own touch to their relationship, with the care and devotion the two also experiment between them. This fanfic is a welcomed balance to the rockier roads often explored surrounding these two. It never lacks sharpness, but it definitely warms the heart.

music for our funeral by itotypes

Word Count: 67,723

Tags: No Smut, Angst, 70s, Musicians!AU, Drug Abuse, References to Child Neglect, Songwriting, Artistic Lyricism

Review:

Music for our funeral by itotypes is a breathtaking composition, and there is not much like it. Set in the 70s, the author explores the surrounding setting of the rock genre, and writes a story of struggle and connection. Starting out with a run-away teenager, we meet Dazai’s lackluster perfection, the narrative often picturing him as a clinical artist. After leaving home, we watch him make himself something, and see him survive until he looks to live. Meanwhile, the other side of the piece plays with a striving perfectionist, and a reckless guitarist, in the form of Chuuya. The man comes from a struggling family (a stark contrast to the origins of his partner), and finds himself lost in the music. 

An interesting part of the story is that we get to know the characters before they meet. In a way, it allows the reader to explore the lives privy to the explosion, and before the pining and intensity that sparks between the two. One of the most appreciative factors that make this story one of my personal favorites is the usage of images throughout it. With beautiful lyrics exploring the essence of a character’s beliefs without them needing to admit it to themselves, there is a clear view into the conflicts and selfish needs that each character has. 

This author’s work is best described as an ode to music. It comes as a surprise at times, the way words fit together in reverence to this branch of artistry. Yet the fact that it’s done through another form of storytelling, through the use of words on a screen instead of notes on one’s ear, makes it all the more captivating. There is no question this is a must read. 

#i read and review and rant #i have no idea if anyone wants this #i have no regrets writing this tho #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #soukoku #skk #skk fanfiction #soukoku fanfiction #fanfic recs #fanfic recommendations #fanfic reviews

[holdupjack]

The Captains Princess

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Part 2

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Pirate/Monarchy

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE/SEXUAL INNUENDOS

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Third Person P.O.V:

September 18th, 1655

Hermione Granger was part of a well-known and very respected royal family that looked after the island country that fell under Danish rule.

(A/N: I'm talking about Iceland btw, or Islandia if you want to be technical. If I read my history books correctly, which I probably didn't, then Iceland should have been under Danish rule at this point? I'm not sure, just go with it lol)

The island held a Volcano in the southwest, the land around it was now uninhabited, after a horrible tragedy ten years ago.

The mountain had suddenly come to life, spewing ash and molten rock onto the people below. Everyone at the edge of the city was able to evacuate at the time, but most were lost under the hardened rock or simply melted away.

Hermione was eleven at the time, and she remembered watching the smoke pouring over the mountains from her window.

Her mother had ushered her away, closing the window and cooping her up in the library for the entire week.

Yet, she saw what was happening at night.

The sky had gone dark, the lack of the sun and stars caused by ash as it was carried by the wind and into the main city. It covered everything like black paint, forcing everyone to cough and heave as they shoveled everything into wagons, sending it back into the outskirts of the destroyed town.

It took months, but eventually, Hermione was free to roam the city once more. Later did she learn how many of the people had died from the ash and eruption.

The number was staggering.

Now she is twenty-one, well almost, and the population had doubled in size since that day.

Her coronation was to be held tomorrow, on the day of her birth, and where she would take over the kingdom for her father and mother. It wasn't something she was excited about, but she knew it needed to be done.

In all honesty, she wanted to see the world.

She wished to explore the structures of Egypt and the booming colonies of America. Everything she had read in books and newspapers fueled her intrigue to extreme measures, but she had a job to do. Whether she wanted to do it or not.

Hermione now sat in the city garden, the smell of the Lupine flower filled her nose as royal guards stood close by.

Seagulls called over her as she heard the yelling of men and women near the docks, the shade of the Aspen Tree above her made it easier to read the newspaper in her hand.

'Virginia Blockaded By England After Declaring Allegiance To The House Of Stuart'

Hermione knew little about what went on around the world, but it still shocked her with the decisions people made.

"Come on Cap! Why did we even stop at this god-forsaken place?"

The Princess's eyes flickered up to find a group of three walking down the sidewalk nearby.

A woman around her age stood in the middle of them with a wide grin. Two tall men walked on either side of her, they seemed to be twins. One had long hair that was up in a ponytail, while the other kept it almost like a guard's military cut.

"I told you two, we need a new navigator since the last one died in the battle outside the British seas!" She replies as they made their way into one of the pubs. Hermione raised an eyebrow as the group disappeared into the building, the door shutting loudly behind them.

Her curiosity peaked, she wondered how this girl became a captain so young, and had so many questions about the lands outside of her own.

"Excuse me Princess, but we must get you back to the castle. Your mother wanted you to help pick out the last bit of details before your celebration tomorrow" A guard states as he had somehow snuck up beside her.

"Oh yes, let us be going" Hermione mumbled as she stood up and folded the newspaper under her arm. Her eyes stayed on the pub door a few moments longer before she ripped them away.

Yet, she thought back on the Captain.

Only had watched her for less than a minute, but now she seemed to hold her curiosity by the neck.

Maybe she would see her tomorrow?

It was an 'everyone invited' event after all.

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September 19th

Hermione sat on her father's throne, wearing a beautiful pure white dress that had originally been her grandmother's coronation dress. The Royal Tailor had taken in it for Hermione to update it to the current times of fashion.

She felt like she was getting married.

Well, she supposed she was in a sense? She was vowing her time, love, and dedication to her country.

The main hall was filled shoulder to shoulder with everyone around the land. Children, adults, and elderly alike all talked amongst each other as servers passed out food and drink.

The coronation wasn't till later in the night when they would crown her at exactly twelve, so she may begin her reign as queen immediately.

Hermione looked down at her lap and sighed softly, she felt as though her life was slipping through her fingers.

A soft whistle cut through the crowd.

She looked back at the party, no one else noticed the call for her acknowledgment, but it wasn't hard to find the whistler.

The Captain from the day before stood at the edge of the crowd, looking up at her with the same grin she wore in the street.

Instead of the normal attire that the women wore, she sported a nice white shirt and some black pants. Hermione could see the passing judgment people gave her as they walked by.

The future Queen raised an eyebrow, to which the Captain nodded her head over to the open balcony near them.

Hermione gave a small smile in return as the Captain disappeared back into the crowd. The royal stood up to follow after, but her mother walked up to her with a puzzled look on her face.

"Who were you eyeing in the crowd? A future husband?" She asks with a slight tease in her voice as Hermione chuckled at the question.

"A new friend, maybe" Hermione replies as she started to make her way into the crowd, her mother raises a brow at her retreating form.

"Getting some air?" She calls after, but Hermione was already too far by the time she did.

The music from the small string band seemed louder on the main floor as people greeted and smiled at her.

As she got to the doorway of the balcony, a guard stopped her with his arm.

"Do you know the woman that is standing out there?" He asks, as she peered out into the night, she could see the back of the Captain's head.

"Yes, and I would like to talk to them in private if you don't mind?" She replies to which he drops his arm and nodded.

He quickly opened the door for her and closed it as soon as she stepped out into the cold air.

"It's nice to finally meet you Queen Granger" the woman speaks as she turned around and smiled again.

"I'm not Queen yet, and please, call me Hermione" she replies as she stepped to the edge of the balcony and looked over the almost vacant city.

"Greetings then Hermione, my name is Captain Y/n Y/l/n. At your service, of course." the woman greets as she held out her hand for her.

Why did that name sound familiar?

Hermione watched her with a playful intrigued stare as she let her hand be taken and kissed upon by the sailor.

"What may I do for you, Captain?" Hermione asks as she felt goosebumps raise from the skin the women had pecked.

The Captain smiled again as she watched the Princess stand at the parapet with her.

(A/N: a parapet is a wall-like structure around a balcony or terrace, saved you guys a Google search.)

"Well, a little birdie told me that you're a prodigy at navigating and that you have helped map out this entire country with your expeditions," Y/n says and Hermione chuckled.

It was true, when she wasn't forced to be cooped up in the castle, Hermione was out mapping and exploring the country. She had journals upon journals in her room filled with sketches of plants, animals, and landmarks.

As you could guess, she had learned from the guardsmen how to use the stars when a compass would fail them in their endeavors

(A/N: btw, didn't know that compasses were invented so early. The first one ever recorded was in 1190. Omg we're learning so many things in this imagine, I love it.)

Her parents were always so worried about killers and thieves when she would plan a trip, but it wasn't like she wasn't being sent out with a small army with her.

"Yes, may I ask why you wanted to know?" Hermione questioned as she stared up at the beautiful night sky. Millions of stars poked through an inky abyss.

"I'll reveal that later on, but before I do, it seems you have questions to ask me" Y/n replied as she smirked at the beautiful royal.

Hermione hummed and thought for a moment, she had many questions, so she had to play her cards right.

"Are you part of a fleet? Or are you a...freelance type of Captain?" the Princess asks discreetly as she heard one of the Guards talking behind the glass door.

"Let's just say I have more fun without a boss around" Y/n replies as Hermione chuckled.

Great, she was talking to a Pirate.

"I'm surprised you haven't recognized me, I've been in the paper recently" the Captain states, causing Hermione to turn to get a better look at her.

Y/n poses as it clicks in Hermione's mind, no wonder her name sounded familiar.

"Wait, are you that Captain that stole almost half of the treasury of Venice?" she replies as Y/n began to snicker quietly as the Princess stared at her in disbelief.

"Ah don't look at me like that! We gave almost all of it back to the people!" Y/n says as she continued to grin at her, to which Hermione just chuckled in astonishment.

"Have you come to steal our treasury then? Distract me while your friends pillage us dry?" she asks with honest questioning, which caused Y/n to laugh softly at her conclusion.

"That's a smart idea, I might have to try it sometime, but no. We didn't come to steal any money from you." she replied as she turned her body toward the Princess, who didn't even look concerned at the fact that she was standing shoulder to shoulder with an enemy of many cities

"Then why did you come here?" Hermione asks as she turned herself towards her mysterious company.

Y/n's eyes travel down her body slowly, the royal felt hot for some reason, it wasn't foreign to Hermione to feel men undressing her with their eyes.

Maybe because it was a woman this time around that she felt...different.

Yet, it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling.

"My crew and I came here looking for the best navigator in this country since we're on a hit list in the other ones," Y/n says as she gazed back up into Hermione sight. The Captain's intrigue in her past time now made a lot more sense.

"Before you even ask, the answer is 'no'." Hermione states as Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Aw come on Princess, I've been watching you at this party all night, and you have been miserable!" Y/n sighs, which sort of reminded Hermione of an annoyed child trying to prove their point.

"I've made a promise to my country-"

"Not yet"

"-and my parents! I'm not going to run off with some pirate Captain that thinks of herself as a modern-day Robin Hood!" Hermione whispers with her own annoyance laced in her words.

"Who said you have to take over anyways?" Y/n asks as she stepped closer, forcing Hermione to take in the sea salt aroma she carried on her skin, which wasn't a surprise.

"No one said! I'm just doing my due diligence to my family-" she was cut off again by the captain's eye roll.

"You know what? Why am I even arguing with you? The answer is 'no'." Hermione whisper yells as she turned on her heel and went to step back into the party.

"When was the last time you did something for yourself?"

This made the Princess pause and turn back around. Her mouth fell slightly at the question that was just asked to her. She has never been talked to like this, and it ticked her off to see that Captain's face was still grinning.

"Excuse me?" She laughs out in disbelief as Y/n jumped up onto the wall around the balcony, and sat down.

"It's a fair question, you seem like you've had all the fun sucked out of you since you were little" Y/n hums as Hermione slightly tripped up on her dress, but walked up to her nonetheless.

"All have you know, I am very fun" she protests with a pointed finger as Y/n just playful smiled at her, trying to keep the conversation going between them.

Why was Hermione even trying to defend her personality from some grinning criminal pirate?

"Also, stop smiling!" She whispers as Y/n looked her over again, letting her lips fall from her toothy grin to a subtle rise of the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry Princess, I just find you very pretty" she admits, which caused Hermione to be struck dumbfounded.

Who just admits that after asking a Princess to join their gang of murderous pirates?

"Well, uh, thank you," Hermione says as she cleared her throat, and smoothed down the front of the dress. Her embarrassment from her outburst started to set in, she never got this upset with anyone, and she has sat down with political parties.

"But flattery won't get you anywhere" she states as Y/n picked at a loose string on her pant leg.

"Listen, my ship is docked at the east bay. I'll have one of my men holding a lantern on deck during his patrols, in case you want to visit me before your crowning." Y/n says as she jumped back into the floor and dusted off her pants, pulling out a pocket watch.

"You have two hours before you get crowned and we head off to some new land that people are calling the 'West Indies'. A friend of mine was even able to send us a map of its location, we'll get there with or without you." Y/n states as Hermione's interest seemed to skyrocket again.

"You said that you needed a navigator? Won't you get lost?" She replies as Y/n stuffs the device back in her pocket.

"I'm not just a ruthless Robin Hood Captain with a small army of society rejects, but I'm also a decent enough Wayfinder!" Y/n hums as she went to step towards the door, back into the party. Hermione quickly stopped her with a hand to the Captain's chest, she burned her eyes into Y/n's.

"You'll be lost within a day" Hermione states as Y/n leaned closer, causing their noses to bump slightly.

"Maybe, or we'll be right as rain" she replies as they stared at one another with glares that held different meanings. It's quiet between them as the people in the hall began to sing a drinking song.

"Too bad you'll be marrying yourself off to some child-like man" Y/n mumbled as she let her harden gaze drop, Hermione furrowed her brows at the statement.

A questionable time to bring that up.

"Why do you say that? Do you think you could do better?" She asks with a scoff as the Captain took her arm and began to move them to a secluded corner.

"Much better" Y/n whispers as they hide from any prying eyes in the main hall. Hermione hummed as the woman stepped even closer, their heads tilted to the side as their lips ghosted one another's.

"You say that, but you probably have a different girl in your quarters every night," the Princess says as her hands grasped Y/n's hips in an attempt to steady herself.

Hermione started to question her own intentions at this moment, trying to figure out how their argument turned so scandalous in a matter of seconds.

"I haven't been to bed with another in many voyages, but when I saw you in that garden yesterday, I knew that needed to change," Y/n admits as her body pinned Hermione to the wall behind her.

"You saw me?" Hermione asks as the sailor hummed and pressed a kiss to the corner of the royal's lips.

"My crew thinks I'm just asking you to be our navigator, but I have had my own intentions from the start," Y/n says as she left a trail of kisses down to Hermione's neck.

She should push her away, Hermione knew better than to let a random criminal kiss and nip on her skin like this, but in all honesty...she was enjoying this Captain's touch more than she would like to admit.

"Come sail by my side, be my Princess" Y/n whispers into her ear, sending a shiver down Hermione's back as goosebumps rose onto her arms and her hands gripped the woman's hips.

"I don't know you, or your intentions" Hermione replies as Y/n kissed her jaw, but she ultimately hummed in agreement.

"That's true, you don't know anything about me" she states as she backed away to look at the flushed girl, who looks as if she had dipped her face in red paint.

"But, we have a little bit of time before your crowning, so what would you like to know?" Y/n asks as she stepped away and jumped back to sit on the balcony again.

They could now be seen again by any snooping partygoers and patrolling guards.

Hermione stood up straight as she pushed down the wrinkles on her dress, and brushed away any lint or dirt she saw.

"You!...you should know better than to push yourself onto a Princess!" She whispers as Y/n's grin made its reappearance, almost teasing her to come closer and make it disappear.

Whether from a slap or a kiss, Hermione wasn't certain.

"You could have pushed me away" Y/n replies, making the young Granger pause and try to come up with a valid excuse.

"You caught me off guard"

"Mhm"

Y/n began to quietly snicker as Hermione just huffed and crossed her arms against her chest. She was making herself out to be a stupid bratty princess, and she was not.

"You know that asking someone you find pretty to join your crew and leave her country behind, isn't a very good way to ask them on a date" Hermione chuckles as she started to relax slightly, now finding her smile less irritating as time went on.

"I've never asked a woman on a date before, I use to only pay for their company when I was younger," Y/n says as she shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her dangling feet.

Hermione noted the embarrassed behavior she exhibited, almost like she was insecure that she had to pay for a woman in her bed at night.

"I understand when it comes to society on land, with their prejudices about two women being together." Hermione starts as she thought back on the people who had been run out of their city because of silly ideals.

"Yet, I thought Pirates didn't care? As long as they got their drinks, money, and partners out of it." She asks as she heard a clank of beer mugs and cheers from men inside.

"Of course, they don't care, it's just hard to date another sailing woman, especially if they are part of another ship" Y/n answers with a sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You must have girls on your own crew then?" Hermione questioned as she took a step closer. Y/n look back at her with a laugh and shook her head in quick succession.

"They're like my sisters!" Y/n states, which made Hermione chuckle as well. She guessed that made sense since probably being on a ship for months on end would bring them all closer as a family more than anything,

"Also, all of my crew has lads or lasses back home waiting for them to return" Y/n continues as she laid down on the parapet, one leg swung over the edge while her other foot was planted on the stone, and her knee pointed to the sky,

"Be careful, we're high up" Hermione stated as she stepped closer, her fingers twitched as she stopped herself from grabbing ahold of the girl.

They were just one story up, but it was still high enough to break something.

"I've fallen from the crow's nest of my ship, multiple times! This is nothing." Y/n chuckles as she locked her fingers and puts them behind her head as a makeshift pillow.

"I'm guessing you drank one too many pints?" Hermione asks as her eyes scanned the Captain's body.

"See? You're getting to know me so well already!" Y/n replies as they chuckled together.

"Did you land in the water each time? Or have you somehow not died from that yet?" The Princess asks as her hand finally grasped the hem of her shirt.

"Almost all were in the water, but last time I hurt myself real bad" Y/n replies as one hand snuck out from under her head and hooked a finger around the fabric between Hermione's breasts, pulling her closer again.

They weren't hiding anymore, this was a dangerous position to be in, but maybe that was the point.

Was Y/n trying to get her shunned from the castle for engaging in scandalous behavior with another woman?

A fucked up way to force her to join her crew?

Hermione suddenly backed away and cleared her throat, pushing down her wrinkles again.

"As entertaining as this conversation has been, I must go back to my party" she sighs as her chin went back to being high and mighty, and her back as straight as a wooden beam.

"Do you have to?" Y/n asks as she sat back up, causing Hermione to smile. Her childlike questions were almost begging, like she truly didn't want Hermione to walk away.

"I must, it is my birthday party after all" she replies and Y/n hums as she thought of an excuse for her to stay just a little bit longer.

"Just answer one more question," Y/n asks to which Hermione raised her eyebrow in return as the Captain stood back in front of her.

"Will I see you tonight?"

They stared at one another for a few moments, the air around them was chilly, but a slight heat seem to burn between them.

Hermione then just walked away.

That told Y/n that it wasn't a 'no', but it wasn't a 'yes' either.

She wondered what went through that beauty's mind, and if she knew that she had easily gotten a stoic sailor on her toes.

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When Y/n had arrived back at the port with no one in tow, Ginny gave a loud sigh from the deck of 'The Morrigan'.

"Captain on deck!" Ron yells near the bow of the ship.

"Is she-" she starts but the Captain quickly raised her hand in a 'stop' gesture and grabbed the lantern that hung near the entrance of her quarters.

"She still has an hour until her crowning, which I told her we will leave at exactly then also," Y/n says as she handed Ginny the lantern, and smiled at her irritated expression.

"What does that even mean?" the ginger replies as the sounds of her twin brothers echo from the crow's nest.

"Look at that whale Freddie! Looks like your ex-girlfriend!"

It was funny to think that half her crew was just the entire Weasley family.

"Just keep this lantern lit as you do your patrols around the deck" Y/n states as she patted the girl's shoulder and disappeared into her quarters.

As the door shut behind her, a soft groan came from her lips as she grabbed her hat from the hook on the wall.

Placing it on her head, she took a seat at her desk and began looking at the new inventory report.

Molly has requested more fruit cabbage for her kitchen, while Draco has asked for a new pair of boots. Harry needs new glasses, and Blaise needs to go to the blacksmith and sharpen his swords.

Y/n felt a headache begin to form as she tried to figure out a way to get everyone these things. This kingdom had almost everything, but she would have to dig through the old navigator's journal entries to find out where they got Harry's glasses the last time he broke them.

She needed help, and she didn't know how to ask for it without looking vulnerable in front of her crew. Y/n was only one person, and she needed someone as sophisticated as Hermione.

Granted, Y/n still planned to make Hermione hers, but that would have to wait.

Minutes went by quicker than she had realized as she scanned through the reports of everything below deck. She eventually noticed that it was ten to twelve.

"Come on Hermione" Y/n whispers as she stood up and walked back onto the deck.

"Begin preparations for departure!" Y/n yells out as a chorus of 'Ayes' rung out around her.

Ginny still stood near the walkway with the lantern in hand as she stared out into the town, which seemed devoid of life if it wasn't for the castle that was lit up like a fireworks display.

"I don't think she's coming" Y/n whispers as Ginny just hummed.

"You've always been so quick to judge" she replied as her eyes flickered towards different corners of the streets that stood in front of her.

"Ready Captain!" Percy states from his post as he stood at the stern with his hand on his pistol.

Percy always seemed to know when trouble was headed their way, it was almost like a gut instinct for him to grab his weapon.

"There she is" Ginny chuckles as she tapped Y/n's chest with the back of her hand.

Y/n's head snapped to find Hermione bolting down the street towards them, she now wore pants and a shirt instead of the beautiful white dress she had been given earlier in the day.

The Captain quickly made her way to the walkway, but soon noticed that she wasn't just running to get to them in time. Y/n heard the yelling of guards and began to smile.

"Once she's on the ship, time to go!" Y/n called as Draco took ahold of the wheel, and barked orders at the boys on the deck.

Hermione caught the Captain's eyes as she dashed down the dock towards them, and smiled at her, to which Y/n broke out in a grin in response.

"Come on Princess! We don't have all night!" Y/n teased as she held out her hand for her to take across the board between land and ship.

As soon as their hands grasped one another's, Y/n yanked her on deck and let Ron and Harry quickly pull the wood onto the ship as well.

"Full sails! Get us out of here!" Y/n yelled as the woosh of the sails fell and took in the wind of the sea.

Tens of hundreds of footsteps pounded on the dock as they pulled away, one guard had managed to jump and grab the side of the ship, but Pansy was able to just lean over and wack away his hands with the butt of her sword.

He didn't fall into the water at first, but her threat was able to make him choose his fate.

"Let go, or I'm chopping them off"

He quickly dropped into the cold unforgiving ocean.

Y/n darted towards the stern as The Morrgian began to take speed and drift off into the night.

She watched as hundreds of guards stood at the docks watching as their future queen ran off with one of the most hated pirates in the seven seas.

"I'll kill you Y/l/n!" A man yells from his place in the troops, from the crown on his head, she hadn't had to guess that he was King Granger.

"Well, that's one way to make a first impression on the crew!" Ginny snickers as she greeted Hermione on the deck.

"It would have been a lot calmer if my father hadn't caught me sneaking away" she replies as she put her back into a ponytail with a few hairpins she had left in her pockets.

"We'll have an introduction party tomorrow, right now Hermione and I need to begin setting a course for the West Indies" Y/n joked as she made her way back to the deck, Hermione stumbled slightly as the ship swayed side to side.

"Don't worry Princess, you'll get your sea legs eventually" the Captain snickers as she gestured to her quarters, and held out her hand for Hermione to take for stability.

As she took it, Blaise began to sing a chantey proudly, to which the crew joined in as well as they began their Mundane chores around the ship.

Y/n shut her door behind them, muffling the ruffians, as Hermione took in the beautiful books and maps that were scattered around.

"These are beautiful" Hermione whispers as she walked around the space with so much intrigue.

"I would hope so, since you'll be living in here" Y/n states as points to another desk that face the window that looks out into the sea behind the ship. A small bed lay next to it, almost looking untouched since its last owner as many books and papers were scattered around the space.

She could see her home fading away as they drifted away further.

"Wait, the Captain and Navigator share the same room?" Hermione asks as she turned back to find Y/n suddenly standing almost face to face with her.

"Of course, you're my right hand now" she mumbles as her eyes flickered around Hermione's face.

"If there wasn't already evidence of this cot being lived in, I would think you had done this on purpose" Hermione chuckles as Y/n brushed past her and took a seat at her desk.

"We could always push our cots together? Make this space very lived-in" Y/n suggests as Hermione stood in front of her, the only thing separating them was the desk of the captain.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" the former royal asks as she leaned down and restart her hands upon the wood.

"Certainly, I like to have my treasures close by me" Y/n whispers as she herself leaned closer, and like earlier in the night, they stared at one another intensely.

Hermione smirked and brushed her nose against hers in a teasing manner.

"You think of me as one of your treasures?" she replies in a hushed tone as she heard a soft shudder come from the sailor.

"Yes, I've caught myself a princess after all" Y/n mutters as Hermione pecked the corner of her mouth.

She was using her tricks.

"Did you? Or did I catch myself a Captain?"

Y/n's grin found a home on her lips once more for the night, before being wiped away with a kiss from Hermione.

The captain saw stars behind her eyes that were more beautiful than the ones in the sky.

The poor Captain tried to chase after another one as she backed away with a mischievous smile.

"As fun, as it is to fool around with you, we do have work to do" Hermione states as she walked towards her new desk, her hand squeezing Y/n's shoulder as she went by.

Hermione could feel eyes burning into the back of her head as she sat down and took a book from one of the piles.

"If you want more, you have to woo me, my Captain," she says as she whispers the last part in a sultry tone.

Even though her decision to betray her country was almost just for the fact to see the world, she also knew a part of her wanted to see how a flirty Captain would treat her during their months at sea.

She knew sooner or later she would allow herself to be taken into the Captain's arms and ravished behind closed doors.

Yet, she still wanted to be treated like a proper lady, and it was going to be fun to watch an urchin like Y/n try her best at it.

Hermione could only chuckle as she heard Y/n walk out to the deck and begin asking questions about dates to her crew, having left the door open slightly.

This is going to be fun.

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

BakuDeku fic idea

Okay, so I had this idea, and it's been nagging me for like, forever, so, naturally I gotta talk about it.

So, maybe, years later, after they've gotten married and all, Katsuki is organizing Deku's desk because for all that the damn nerd is a genius, he's terrible at organizing things.

And then he comes across Deku's notebook collection, the notebooks that Katsuki would swear up and down were practically an extension of Izuku's soul.

He opens them, having seen them occasionally when Deku would get nostalgic and turn the paces, tracing the intricate lines with a sense of wistfulness, or when he would get right into Katsuki's face saying ‘I figured out where I saw that quirk Kachaan! It was here,’ but he's never flipped through them, despite having Izuku's consent to do so.

And so for the first time, he flips through them, starting from the first, of course, because Katsuki is many things, but he's no madman.

The first one is all bright and wide-eyed, filled with sketches of All Might and other top heroes, and Katsuki can't help the fond smile that spreads on his face as he sees the small doodles of himself dotting the margins of the notebook. It was like staring at a damn kindergarten art project. Deku's admiration for them practically oozed off the pages.

The leading notebooks that came after that were filled with scribbles, points and additions, edits and mentions, but it was all still pretty wholesome (and so Katsuki may have taken a photo of a particularly adorable sketch of a chibi him, with the words 'Lil' Victory upon it, so he can make it into a custom keychain, sue him.)

And then, out of nowhere, they get intense. The sketches were detailed, showing fights, strategies, and damn, even the villains. And the proud smile that grows on his face is entirely deserved, because, that was his nerd, alright. It was like seeing inside the mind of a madman but in a good way. Deku was getting serious, that adorable little nerd.

Somewhere along the way, Deku had begun to record the injuries caused by the quirks. The pages were stained with reds and purples, like some kind of twisted canvas. Bakugou winced, remembering the pain that had carved itself into Deku's skin. The scars on Deku's body had a story, and they were all right there, etched in ink.

(He hates the fact that he had been the cause of most of those scars. Hates the thought of Deku, staring at the scars on his body and copying them on paper, having been familiar with them for so long, that he doesn't even need to double-check. Hates the way that it brings tears to his eyes.)

The notebooks after that were a whole new world. he sketches were practically alive, the movements fluid and precise. It was like watching a damn animated movie. This nerd was on the edge of genius.

The points on quirks had improved too. Notes on how they worked, weaknesses, and strategies to counter them. It was like Deku had cracked the code to every damn hero he'd ever faced. Bakugou couldn't decide if he was impressed or annoyed. Probably both.

That notebook was the culmination of everything Deku had ever learned. The battles were fierce, the strategies ruthless. This was Deku at his damn peak.

He's just about to put them back, telling himself that the tears in his eyes were due to the dust when he sees the last notebook. It's the newest notebook, the cover bright and glossy.

He opens it and expects another one of Deku's meticulous quirk analyses, but this...this was something else entirely.

Page after page was filled with details about their friends, their likes and dislikes, little facts that even Bakugou didn't know. It was like Deku had become some kind of damn detective, gathering every scrap of information he could find.

And then he turned a page and was greeted by an explosion of orange and black, and there it was. His name, his figure, drawn in causal clothes, with little notes written in beautiful handwriting.

The details hit him like a damn sledgehammer. There's an arrow pointing to his middle finger 'wears a ring on this one.' An arrow to his clothes with the words 'prefers soft clothes (best hoodies to steal),' there's one pointing to his neck followed by 'wears a locket with parent's photos' and on, and on, they go. His eyes start to water at 'rich laugh' and 'bright grin.'

He pauses at the one written in red ink with the words 'softest heart' written right next to it.

This damn nerd, he knew him better than anyone else. Knew the quirks and intricacies that made up Bakugou Katsuki.

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe, just maybe, Deku wasn't so damn bad at understanding people after all.

And if Izuku finds himself bombarded with bowls of Katsudon, well, that's nobody's business but his own. Even if the nerd cries when he sees the keychain.

#bakudeku #bkdk #idea #fic idea #deku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #notebooks #fluff #thoughts #random

[coleskingdom]

High Rollers, Keep Em High

Jay White xF Reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

Inspired by this

“ I feel like Colten and Austin got robbed?” I told Jay as we were sitting in the couch one evening. “What do you mean? “ Jay asked his curiosity peaked. “ I mean they haven’t gotten to experience the perks of being in Bullet Club. Hell I even miss the old days. They’re young they should be out running shit, have you even taken them out.” he slid closer to me “Colten is older than I am, I’m sure their dad took them out.” he said “ Jay you can’t be serious. “ I shoved him playfully, “After all the time that was spent creating the aura of bullet club you’re gonna just cop out with their dad took them. For fucks sake till they were with you they looked like they shopped at an hbk fire sale for their gear. What’s one night? I don’t even have to go, take the boys out they deserve one night.” I said hoping to convince him “ Oh no , you’re not dumping this on me, I hear your point, and I think you’re right. Besides if there’s gonna be a one night extravaganza you have to be there since you miss it so much.” he laughed pulling me in close.

I kept waiting for him to tell me what he had planned, and the weeks went on. As the days ticked off ahead of Double or Nothing I thought for sure he would’ve said something finally the week of the show I told him “So I rented a room at that place in Vegas. I arranged the bottle service, cigars, and entertainment for the evening. Will you please make sure that the boys are dressed appropriately?” I said casually “ You really want them to see what it means when I say high rollers keep em high. Seriously though I was going to take care of it but thank you.I did however take care of our hotel for the weekend, I got us the bungalow at the cosmopolitan that you like so much.” he said walking up behind me and putting his arms around me. “Thank you for taking care of the boys. You’ve always been so good to me and them.” He kissed the side of my neck. “ I’ll take care of the boys and lay the rules out , I may even invite a few of your favorite people. I know this integration isn’t your favorite but I appreciate you doing this.” He said “ You’re welcome” wondering what he had planned.

Arriving at the hotel, it was just as I remembered the pool looking over the strip, the bath tub that o could lay down in, “ Jay, I was wrong, we don’t need to go out. We can stay in” I pleaded, “ Oh no, this was your idea. You better go get ready, we have a car coming.” he slapped me on the ass playfully. “Fine, but I’m gonna make you regret denying the offer.” I said sauntering off . “I have no doubt in my mind that you will.”as I shut the bathroom door. I emerged, Jay looking handsome as ever his black suit with the black shirt open , the gold watch the only, and the aviators his only accessories , his hair pulled up into a bun. “Jesus Jay, really, I’m not letting you go out like that.” he chuckled, “Your one to talk on your short black dress and heels, can you even sit in that ?” Pulling me into his side. “ We are quite the pair” he said admiringly.

We went down stairs to the waiting limo, both Colten and Austin were down there, Juice and Toni, then the surprises started showing up , Adam and Britt, Matt , Nick and Page. I hugged each of them “ Kayfabe is good and dead huh?” I said laughing at Cole. “ Well if there was ever a night for the devil to show up, it sounds like it’s tonight besides Britt wasn’t around then.” he laughed ,”Besides those Gunn Boys are gonna need reigning in” I figured I’d come in as back up. “Who convinced Matt and Nick to show up?” Still genuinely surprised “Did I hear someone ask who convinced me? Does everyone forget we were part of the original members? Besides we didn’t celebrate the 10 year anniversary better late than never right.” Matt said . “ Everyone in, let’s get the night rolling “ Jay said as though he was hoarding cats.

The room reserved that had been previously draped in black and white was now draped in black and gold. The dim lighting, the rooms segregated off into, a cigar lounge, a bar and then the stage with for the dancers. “ It’s perfect, it’s like stepping back into time.” Jay said “ Boys welcome to Bullet Club” as Jay handed Austin and Colten each a wad of cash . We took a seat in a darken corner, Jays natural instinct to watch everything took over, I curled in close to him. The drinks were following and everyone was having a good time. Britt and Cole came and sat across from us. “ Were we ever that bad ?” Pointing over his shoulder to Colten who had a girl on his lap a drink and money in his mouth. “Do you really want me to answer that?” Jay asked laughing “All I know is when I was handed the keys and the playbook your group left was something else.” Jay said “ Alright so we were that bad, well some of us, once in awhile.” Adam could tell Britt was paying attention. I looked at Britt and laughed. “ I’m kidding, before me they all stayed playing video games eating pizza and cuddling in their footie pajamas." Jay said getting the reaction out of Adam he wanted. Adam’s exasperated face made it all the funnier. He grabbed Britt’s hand and found somewhere else to be. “ Did you really need to do that?”, I asked still laughing , “ What you wanted the old me so here I am?” his smug grin telling me all I needed to know.

I had noticed one of the entertainers had her eyes on Jay. She looked him up and down , settling on his face wondering what the aviators were hiding, her curiosity just about to get the best of her. Her confident strut as she made her way over. “Just like the old days you’re being eyed.” I looked at the woman as I put my hand possessively on Jays thigh. “Jealous, much my dear” his voice teasing my ear, “She’s just doing her job. Do you want her to dance for us ? Do you want her to grind on me while you watch or should she grind on you while I watch? My personal favorite though is you sitting on my lap while she grinds on you and I grind on you.“ his voice that unnerving calm that was so seductive it just has an edge of danger. “ I want you to pay her to go away. As for me being jealous what do you want the answer to be Jay? No, because I trust you or Yes, because you are mine, and I don’t trust myself when she looks at you like she’s going to devour you.” I said. Jay pulled me on his lap kissing me, in full display of the entire room, his mouth claiming mine, in a show of dominance. His hand with cash over my shoulder for the woman. When he pulled away, I was breathless, “If someone is devouring anyone tonight, it’s me going to be devouring you.” his voice pure sin. He kissed me again then moved his lips on my neck in this dark corner of the room , a little noise escaped my mouth. “Shhhh… you’re gonna give yourself away. “ He kissed me again bringing me to be straddled across his lap, his hands on my ass, my hands in his hair. “Do you want to get out of here?”he said. Pulling me down on his hard length. “Not yet” I said, I could still feel the woman’s eyes on us, Jay kissed my neck as his hands ran up and down my sides before returning to my mouth.

“Jay, follow me. “ I said as I got off of his lap. I took his hand leading him towards the bathroom, I stepped inside grateful that it was more of a powder room he followed. “Dirty Girl” his voice like velvet, “ Couldn’t even wait to get in the car before you needed me.” His hands lowering the straps of my dress “ Now can you be quiet, or are you hoping that the dancer is listening on the other side of the door.” His mouth grazing over my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging the other one. A little whimper escaping, “That’s it isn’t it.” Pinching my nipple while his teeth bit the other, a moan slipped from my mouth as I tugged at his hair. He dropped to his knees in front of me lifting the dress up around my hips, he lowered the thong, helping me step out of it “These are mine now"as he put them in his pocket. He pressed my back against the door my hand on the knob for balance as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and his mouth was on my core,licking and sucking, “Oh fuck Jay” words and moans falling from me, he kept going my hand holding his head , where I needed him. I felt the pressure build, his well practiced mouth drawing my orgasm from me, a louder than intended moan fell from my lips as I said his name. The smugness on his face when he lowered my leg from his shoulder. “ I think you’ve proven your point” he said wickedly “ Actually I don’t think I have” I said reaching for the button of his pants. “Greedy Girl, I think you’re right.” As my hands slid down his pants and boxers. “ Is this what you need? To claim what you already know is yours?”Lifting me up against the door, his cock aligned with my center, as he thrust in. “Yes” his pace was fast and I held onto him, scratching his back as he bit my neck. I moaned and clenched around him, drawing a groan from him. He changed the angle just enough that he was hitting deep inside and my clit. He could feel my second impending orgasm,as his own approached. I felt him twitch inside me. I cried out his name, as I felt it wash over me. He thrust two more times as I felt his release, I kissed him deeply, my hands now running gently through his hair. Soothing words fell from my lips, as our breathing returned to normal I kept him close to me.

He helped me down, as we both tried to compose ourselves, “Can I have my panties back” I asked reaching out my hand. “Nope, in fact I’m going to let them show out of my back pocket.” he said mercilessly. I looked at him in the mirror my cheeks flushed, my lips swollen. “How do I look?” I asked, trying to compose my self. “Well fucked and satisfied “ he grinned, as he was smoothing out his own hair, and putting the aviators back on. He put his arms around my waist his chin on the top of my head. “Let’s get out of here.” he said , I nodded as he took my hand and led me out the door.

#jay white x you #switchblade jay white smut #jay white smut #bullet club smut #bullet club gold smut #aew smut #aew fanfiction #jay white x reader #jay white fanfiction

[melswifeasf]

Find my way back to you pt 2

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Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Sam and Estelle met eight years ago after Sam stupidly takes harder drugs than she can handle.

Warning: Drug use and cursing

notes: this was a bit more boring than i expected but this is how they met! pls lmk what you guys would like to see more of:)

word count: 3034

“yo, come on” Elias called for his sister as she approached him slowly. the muscular boy was sitting on the hood of ‘69 Mustang in the parking lot of the school as he smoked a cigarette. he was sitting with his two friends, Alex and Xavier among them sat their girlfriends who were all chatting with one another.

the three boys each were tall with dark hair and tattoos littered around their body. typical cliche gang bangers yet all of their girlfriends were either on the cheer time or live in the rich side of town. probably the most cliche part of it all was the fact that they even surrounded themselves with drug dealers like them.

Estelle rolled her eyes, “why the fuck do you even make me carry it?” she said annoyed as she took off her black backpack and threw it on the ground in front of her brother.

Elias and Alex were the only ones with cars. Alex had an up to date Yellow Mustang that he loved to show off at any moment and time. they were all seniors although they were barely even in class which confused Estelle on how they planned to graduate.

“cause the cops are up my ass lately. they ain’t ever gonna check you” he said with a chuckle. Estelle rolled her eyes again as she moved his brother to the side so she could sit beside him, the blonde on his left sending glares toward her, only fueling her annoyance.

she never liked Anna, she was head of the cheer team and always made her existence fucking miserable the moment she came out her freshman year, now a year later she bit her tongue but that mostly had to do with the fact that Elias would kill anyone who made any comments toward his sister. Estelle always preferred Elias ex girlfriend, Natalia, but they had broken up a year ago when he first got arrested for jumping two guys who wouldn’t pay him the money they owed him.

she missed her. Natalia had been her only friend, everyone else was too afraid to even talk to her, the fear of her brother fucking them up or being around someone as dangerous as him made her a people repellent.

she only ever talked to her girlfriend Valerie but they were off and on every other week so the feeling of being alone all the time never really went away.

“whatever” Estelle scoffed, “hurry up. i have to get to class” she said crossing her arms and tapping her pointer finger against her hand rapidly. she was nothing like her brother, unlike him, she wanted, needed to get a good education so she could get the fuck out of Woodsboro. it’s not that she hated the small town but her name had been trashed around for years, for reasons she never cared to talk about.

“chill. i just gotta sell these and you’re free to go” he said holding up a small ziplock bag with three pills inside. she knew what they were instantly causing her eyes to widen.

“since when do you fucking sell Oxy?” she said in a low and rushed tone. her eyes searched the parking lot to make sure there wasnt anyone looking. the only person she saw was a raven haired girl walking toward them.

the girl had on a black jacket with a white crop top underneath, her toned stomach was slightly peaking out of it and her jeans hugged her curves like nothing Estelle had ever seen before.

she swallowed silently as she watched the girl approach them slowly.

“since someone’s willing to pay double it’s worth”he said with a smirk. the dark haired girl was standing in front of them seconds later.

“one-fifty, right?” she asked. she didn’t seem nervous or fidgety meaning this wasn’t her first time buying from him. she must know one-fifty for three fucking pills was ridiculous but then again she must’ve been desperate to buy them.

“yeah” Elias said, his eyes surveyed the area around them in one quick motion before he reached his hand out and grabbed the money at the same time that he placed the small bag in the girls hand.

it was then that Estelle realized she knew who she was. Samantha Carpenter, she was in the same grade as her and they shared two classes together. she never pegged her as a junkie but that seemed to happen a lot ever since Elias made her hold his drugs. since then she was always there for the dealings and she had seen a lot of rich kids as well as shy and nerdy people buy from him which surprised her greatly.

Sam nodded as she looked down at the bag to make sure it was all there before she moved her hand and put it in her jacket pocket. she was about to turn and leave when she turned toward Estelle, her eyes stopping on her as they trailed up and down her body in one full swoop.

Estelle raised a brow at her, confused on why she was still standing around. Sam took one last look at her before turning her body and walking away.

Estelle isn’t sure why her heart began to race when Sam looked at her the way she did or why her hands began to feel clammy or even why she felt her face heat up, either way she didn’t want to know.

“whatever. i’m leaving” Estelle announced as she pushed herself off of the car and walked away.

“have a good day baby sis!” Elias called out causing Estelle to hold her hand up and give him the finger without turning. she heard her brother laugh along with his friends which made her lips curve into a small smile.

two hours before school was over Estelle was in the bathroom fixing up her makeup. she applied her lipgloss carefully before she looked at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked good. once she was done she put the tube inside her makeup bag and zipped it.

her day was pretty basic, she took notes and tried her best to finish her homework so she wouldn’t have to worry about it later and have the time to see her girlfriend.

just as she was about to leave the bathroom the door swung open and a certain raven haired girl threw herself inside, her body colliding with the wall before she laughed.

Estelle pinched her eyebrows together as she quickly rushed toward the girl. she expected to see the look like she was in pain considering how harsh her body hit the wall but instead Sam looked dazed a lazy grin on her lips as she laughed softly.

she was completely out of it.

“fuck” Estelle whispered as she tried to have Sam supper her body on her own. “are you good?” she asked softly hitting the hispanic girl on her arm.

“i’m fucking amazing” she breathed out.

Estelle shook her head, “come on, i’m taking you home” she said as she grabbed Sams arm and swung it over her shoulder. the hispanic girl didn’t seem to mind as she laid her head on Estelle’s shoulder.

the shorter girl tried her best to ignore the nervous feeling she got in her stomach at the action as she tried her best to walk out of the school without being caught by administration. although her brother was ever teachers worst nightmare, they all had a soft spot for Estelle and she did not want that to change by being caught for ‘cutting class’. god, why the fuck would she do drugs during school hours?

the pair reached the exit of the school in enough time that none of the administrators were able to see them. Sam was saying incoherent things and laughing at her own words making Estelle hush her every couple of seconds.

Estelle reached for the back of her pocket and pulled out her car keys. unlike her brother she own a beat up Camry that she had bought with her own money whilst working at the theatre during the summer.

the shorter girl gripped the handle of the passenger side door and opened it, slowly and carefully she helped Sam inside.

“can you put your seatbelt on?” Estelle asked as she was bent down so she was at eye level with the girl.

Sam shook her head, "can you put your seatbelt on?" she shot back.

Estelle huffed angrily, "lean back" she said as she reached across the taller girls body with the seatbelt in hand and clicked it in. once she was securely inside Estelle pulled away and stood. as soon as the door closed Sam leaned her head against it and closed her eyes.

this is not how Estelle was hoping to spend her day and yet here she was, driving a stranger home because she took too many fucking pills. her brother would be hearing about this.

she took a deep, exasperated breath and walked to the drivers side. she opened the door and got inside, immediately putting the key inside the ignition and turning the car on. it wasn't too hot or too cold, the crisp fall air making it so you'd only need a jacket but Sams body temperature was abnormally warm and she did not need to have an incident where she needed to take her to the hospital or something worse.

"i need to know where you live" Estelle said and turned her body to face Sam. the girl didn't budge, her chest rising and falling evenly hinting that she was most definitely sleeping. Estelle cursed silently as she pulled out her phone and went to her brothers messages.

Sis: where does Sam live?

fuckface: who tf is Sam?

Sis: r u serious? the girl u literally sold drugs to two hours ago???

fuckface: ohhhh lmao. idk some rich neighborhood. i think i got the address let me check.

Estelle tapped against the steering wheel impatiently as she waited for her brother to text back. she glanced at Sam periodically to see if she would wake up but she was completely knocked out.

shit.

Estelle reached over the console and placed two fingers on the girls neck to search for a pulse, a breath of relief leaving her lips as she felt it pounding heavily against her fingers.

Estelle had never really dabbled in drugs, at least not hardcore ones. she would sometimes smoke weed with her brother or at parties but that wasn't all that often. she just never saw the hype. the first time she smoked weed made her have a full on panic attack so every time she smoked now, she made sure it was way less than what she had done that time. she didn't care much to judge others for doing them but if she could choose between having them in her life or not, she'd choose the latter. she hated that her brother sold them, in fact she had tried to convince him to get a real job with her instead but he always said no. selling drugs made him way more money than a regular nine-to-five. plus he didn't have to get off his lazy ass and do much in Estelle's opinion.

the girl drove in silence, the radio turned off as she followed the map on her screen. she arrived at her destination ten minute after leaving the parking lot.

once she pulled up, she looked out the window in slight awe. the house wasn't huge but it was nice, extremely so. it looked like the typical suburban home, the kind you see in movies with two loving parents and their kids. dinner every night and breakfast before school and work, the kind in which they have family game/movie nights and they spend their summer time at some island. all of the things Estelle had never seen.

she sighed softly as she turned toward Sam and shook her awake, it took her a couple of seconds until she finally stirred.

"five more minutes" she groaned softly causing Estelle to roll her eyes, a small almost nonexistent smile ghosting her lips.

"come on. we're at your house" Estelle said. once she said those words Sam jumped and looked at her surrounding.

"how did i get here?" she asked and snapped her head toward Estelle. the young girl could tell she was still high by the way her eyes were shinning and how erratic she looked. she just seemed a bit more sober compared to when she stumbled into the bathroom.

"i drove. probably shouldn't give your address to your dealer. come on, you need to get out" Estelle said as she took the girls seatbelt off.

Sam shook her head and whined softly, "no. i don't want to"

Estelle closed her eyes as she breathed in and out as she tried to calm her anger. she didn't want to be babysitting a fifteen year old girl but it looked like she didn't have much of a choice. the house looked empty, no cars on the road or the driveway signaling no one was home. she could just have Sam go inside on her own but there was still the very prominent fact that Sam was high off of her ass and she couldn't barely walk with Estelle's help, let alone without it.

"fine" Estelle sighed out and took off seatbelt impatiently. she yanked the keys out of the ignition and opened the door in own swift motion. a few steps and she reached the passenger side with Sam peering up at her. she opened the door softly, careful so that Sam wouldn’t be leaning against it and fall out. Estelle pointed at the seatbelt, “can you take it off?”

Sam looked down at where Estelle had pointed and nodded. she did so slowly and once it was off Estelle held her hand out. Sam looked at it curiously and slowly her eyes met hazel ones. Estelle sighed again.

“come on, you can barely walk” with that much of an explanation Sams hand slowly landed on Estelle’s where she shifted all her weight and got out of the car. Estelle helped her as she gripped onto the end of her arm and held her stance firmly.

once the taller girl was standing upright, Estelle closed the car door behind her and locked it with her key before putting it in her back jean pocket. the action reminded her of something she hadn’t thought about beforehand, “do you have keys?” she asked hope laced in her voice. otherwise she had no idea what to do.

Sam nodded as her free hand moved behind her body and into her back pocket, the sound of keys jangling grabbing Estelle’s attention. Sam said nothing as she handed Estelle the keys.

the walk to the door was slow but a lot more steady compared to the walk to the car at school. Sam wasn’t laughing and talking to herself, instead she was extremely focused on getting one foot in front of another.

at the door Estelle tried two different keys before she finally got the right one, she pushed it inside the lock and moved it to the right, the sound of it unlocking reaching her ears. she carefully reach for the doorknob and twisting it, once so she pushed it open.

instantly she was hit with a scent of vanilla and a slight earthy aroma much like what Sam smelled like - not that she was paying attention. obviously.

Estelle helped Sam go inside first before she followed. the two girls were inside and Estelle closed the door behind her, locking it in the process. “where’s your room?” she asked craning her neck as much as she can to look at Sam.

Sam motioned upstairs earning a nod from Estelle. she walked toward it, telling Sam to hold onto the railing with her other hand and take one step at a time. once they were at the top she stopped and waited for Sam to tell her where to next.

soon they were in the girls room and Estelle tried her best to not look around and seem nosy. she wasn’t Sams friend and she did not care about who she was. all she was doing is simply helping a person in need. that’s all.

“come on” Estelle said as she took Sams arm off of her shoulder and practically shoved her on the bed. Sam didn’t protest as she immediately cuddled into her pillow.

“you gonna be okay?” Estelle asked.

Sam moaned, “yeah��� she sighed.

“great” Estelle said simply and began to walk toward the door and get the fuck home so she could get ready for cheer practice when a small almost unintelligible groan reached her eardrums.

she groaned silently and looked up. fuck.

she quickly turned around and saw Sam with her eyes closed and a small frown on her lips. why couldn’t she be like her brother and not give a fuck about what happened to her?

with a slight eye roll she approached the bed and began to unlace Sams boots. she did one at a time before she took them both off and placed them on the ground softly, careful to not make noise. once done she grabbed the blanket thrown on the bed and placed it on Sams sleeping body. the girl stirred a little but slowly her breath began to even out once more.

if she was this out of it, it’s likely she wouldn’t be remembering anything about that day let alone how she got home. without another option Estelle walked toward the desk with a closed laptop and books along with notebooks littered around messily. she grabbed the black notebook and ripped a page out before reaching for a pen. she scribbled something down and placed it on the girls nightstand.

once done she walked out of the room without another glance back.

i brought you home cause you’re high as fuck. drink water and don’t you dare take anything else until you’re feeling normal again.

-Estelle

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #scream v #scream series #scream #scream x reader #tara carpenter #amber freeman #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #ghostface #gxg #lesbian

[unpopularbunny]

This lowkey been a long time coming if I’m being honest. I am also a massive fucking hypocrite because I will avoid Baku/kiri/reader fics but this??? This right here??? 🙇‍♀️ I’m on the floor baby. (Ngl this has like a pinch of body shaming in it, just wanna preface by saying I do not hate any specific group of people based on any physical trait they may have. I just want more love for big girlies.)

Pairing: chifuyu/reader/baji

You already know: reader is a fat girl!!!!! everyone’s an adult, no set timeline, fuck it we ball 🏀, paranormal slutivity, your fave mans is a whore, public shenanigans, reader lowkey under the influence but there’s no dub/noncon, no beta reader again so if u point out any flaws ur being mean to me and if ur mean to me I’ll die, reblogs make u SO big brained 🗿🗿

Minors: ur mama know what you doin? I’m telling 💥

A/n: I’ll add a readmore when i get home and can make sure tumblr wont eat my post when I do.

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you just wanted to be different for once. To ignore years of mass media telling you how to dress, to feel wild and FREE. you wanted tight revealing clothes and makeup all over your face, you wanted men to jaw drop and double take at the sight of your hips swaying.

This fantasy never got far and you never predicted you’d end up between two friends who always shared in the name of brotherly camaraderie.

Leeeets take it back about a week.

You weren’t by any means conservative in your day by day fashion, you just didn’t dress how you truly wanted to. You were always worried about the stares you’d get, stares that dared to ask ‘does she know she’s embarrassing herself?’. As time went on the urge to free yourself from the confines of stretchy jeans and sweaters was too much to ignore any longer. All it took was one night of drinking at home for you to blow nearly half a paycheck on clothes that were one inch away from getting you in legal trouble. You felt justified in this, it was your turn damnit!!! You were tired of hours doom scrolling on your phone and watching all the pretty skinny girls be drowned in affection, you wanted to make people notice you. You wanted to make men think about you as you walked passed, you deserved attention and people to fawn over you.

Needless to say, the next day you realized how fucking delusional your thinking was the night before.

You nursed a headache all through the day and when you got home you were greeted by your roommate in the livingroom looking like the cat that caught the mouse. Next to her on the couch was a plastic package, she shook it at you wiggling her eyebrows and you snatched it from her before she could even ask and shuffled to your room. You could hear her cackling. It’s not like you had any kind of bad blood with your roommate, you two were actually childhood friends, you just didn’t want anyone to see your secrets.

You showered and stood in your room, staring at the package on your bed before deciding fuck it and ripping it open. You couldn’t even remember what all you ordered anyway. Most of the articles of clothing were black, save for some racy sets of underwear you thought looked cute. You refused to believe any of it could fit you, it seemed so….small. There was no way in hell you were going to give up now though, you spent all that fucking money so there was no reason not to try the clothes on.

A mistake really.

They fit you far too good.

Sure, it was tight, but not uncomfortably so, in fact the tightness felt comforting in a way? The tops hugged your curves and even though your tummy peaked out at the bottom, you thought it looked cute in a way. The skirts wouldn’t stay down, rolling up your ass when you paced your room, you’d definitely have to wear a jacket with those. The pants needed belts, your waist to hip ratio was too different for them to stay up. They felt tigh and constricting on your hips and thighs, but there was plenty of waist room. After posing a bit in your mirror you sort of lost yourself for a bit. Falling in love with your curves and admiring how your body had so many wonderful attributes.

You almost screamed when someone’s knocked on the door.

You failed to lock it and it was your downfall.

Your roommate was all gasps and awes’ at your state. She paced around you like a tiger and assaulted you with compliments, no matter how you tried to shush her and make excuses, she wouldn’t hear it. She made you re-try on all the clothes so she could see them all. It felt like you were back to school shopping with your mom, except this time she wasn’t forcing you into bullshit khakis and polos. It actually turned into a bunch of fun as she gave you tips for accessorizing and hair styling.

When all was calmed down and you two were on the couch she took your weakness and vulnerability as a chance to strike like the snake she is.

She insisted you two go out this weekend!

You couldn’t even shoot her down, she had just spent the last hour boosting your ego and self esteem that you mumbled out a small ‘I guess’. She clapped her hands in glee and started firing off names of bars and clubs and she got the same responses from you every time ‘you pick’ and ‘I’ve never been there before.’ The most you told her is that you wanted to go somewhere you wouldn’t be recognized by coworkers or other friends and colleagues.

She just threw her head back and laughed, saying that you wouldn’t be recognizable with those clothes on anyway.

You couldn’t help but feel a little paranoid about what she had in store for you.

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The week went by too fast for your liking and every time you tried to back out of the plans you were strongarmed by your roommate. She wasn’t going to let you go that easy. When Saturday arrived you tried avoiding her, but she was more determined than you’ve ever seen her.

You gave in and let her do with you as she pleased.

She picked out your outfit from the new clothes you bought and dug around your closet for some platforms you’d bought years ago but never worn (amazingly they still fit regardless of your calves.). She styled your hair and even did your makeup (you still got to pick the colors (: ), you felt like a sacrifice being painted up before the ritual.

How close to this assumption you were.

The club she dragged you two was some hole in the wall in shibuya with low lights and loud music. You were sweating before you even went in and it was only hotter once you two were inside. You could feel the bass shoot through your entire body and you felt so nervous and couldn’t look anywhere but the floor. Your friend ordered you both a few drinks, or rather ‘liquid courage’ she dubbed it. You were thankful for it, seeing as after a few drinks you felt much more comfortable in your skin than before. Your friend excused herself to the bathroom and you smiled and waved her off as she went, taking a few more sips of whatever new fruit concoction was in front of you.

After a few moments you were occupied on both sides by two new people. You glanced to your right and had to look up to see the man, Jesus Christ, even with platforms on he still had a few inches on you. He had long silky black hair, brown eyes, and a smile so sinister you would normally feel scared. You smiled right back and when you glanced to your left you were a few inches taller than other man. This man had short cut black hair, the cutest green eyes you’d ever seen, and ear piercings. Speaking of ears, the tips of his seemed to be tinted a little….pink?

You weren’t sure what to do now that men approached you first so you went back to looking down at your drink and sipping at it. You were a little hunched over and caught bits and pieces of the men having a conversation over your head. ‘You like this one?’ ‘Baji don’t objectify women like that, its kinda gross.’ ‘I’m just trying to help is all’ His laugh caught you off guard and you jumped.

“Eh? What’s wrong girlie? Did we scare you?” You glanced to your right and..baji? Was leaning down into your personal space. When you leaned back you were leaning into his friend, who didn’t exactly seem to hate your body pressing into his.

“No- you’re just a little…close is all” you were surprised anyone could hear you over the music.

“C’mon baji let’s le-“ baji waved his hand and chifuyu stopped.

“Wanna dance with us?” He was pressing himself against your side, his hand gliding up your thigh towards your hips. He laughed at the confused face you responded with, “yeah girlie, both of us, unless that ain’t your type thing. I just assumed on account of how you dressin and all.” You couldn’t tell if your face was hot from being drunk or the embarrassment.

You should feel outraged at the fact that he assumed you were a loose woman but…..was that such a bad thing? You wanted to feel desired, you wanted to be lusted after, and it was happening. He wasn’t using force, in fact his hand was merely resting at the small of your back rubbing small circles. You were still in a public place so it’s not as if he could do anything to you, you didn’t dress up to weigh the pros and cons. You downed the rest of your fruity drink and nodded, relinquishing yourself to whatever ungodly fate awaited you.

“Atta girl,” He took one hand while his friend took your other and gently led you away from the bar, “we’re gonna have so much fun with you tonight sweetie.” It was like micro-dosing danger. Every smile and laugh having some sinister undertone.

But god was it fun.

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You got the hang of dancing in clubs a few years ago, it wasn’t hard, it didn’t take any special skill. You just needed to know what to do with your hips and hands.

Which you were currently struggling to do.

You’d danced with other men before, but mostly one at a time, never quite….like this.

You had your back against baji, his hands were on your hips to guide you. He was guiding you to sway against him, every so often pressing his hardon against your ass. one of your arms were up and behind you, wrapped around his neck to keep him close. Your other arm was front of you, draped over the shoulder of his more reserved friend (who you still had to get a name from), whom was doing things that contradicted the cool demeanor he gave off. He was pressed as close as he could be, his pelvis pushed against yours so you got a good idea of the fun he was having. Even if he didn’t do the best job of showing it. He was so close his nose would brush yours every so often and you expected him to kiss, but he didn’t. His hands were at your waist, holding a little tighter than expected, as if he were giving your exposed flesh squeezes here and there.

Something about this felt so shamelessly erotic.

You were so wrapped up that you didn’t give a thought to your friend who had gone to the bathroom, she probably had seen you by now and didn’t want to interrupt. You felt so transfixed on the green eyes infront of you and the hands sliding down your waist to your thighs and pulling up the edges of your skirt-

“Shhh don’t make a scene-“ you had seized up but Baji’s guiding hands kept you moving, “you like this don’t you?” It was his friend, his voice was much firmer, “That’s why you’re here, like this, between us. You want it.” His hand was under your skirt and sliding up up up. So fucking slow that you shifted just to get his hand between your legs faster. Just as his fingers brushed the forming wet spot on your panties, you could hear baji laugh against your neck on the other side of you.

“How the fuck are you so good at spotting the good ones chifuyu” was that his name? A man had his fingers pressed against your clit and you’re just now learning his name?

“Eh? What do you mean so good?” He shot back, his hand was in your panties, rubbing and petting at your clit while having a normal conversation as if you weren’t between them.

“Look at her!” You moaned and grinded against chifuyus hand, doing your best to make them focus on you again, “Perfect size to split between us and such a cute cheeks!” One of baji’s hands came up and pinched your cheek for emphasis.

“Do you honestly believe that every decision i make is backed by some deep analysis?” He laughed, “I guessed!” You arched as two fingers slid inside of you and curled, any noise you made was cut off by chifuyu kissing you. His kiss was desperate. The fingers inside you moved, slowly and carefully- god his tongue was inside your mouth now and you were suffocating but your head was absolutely floating. It was just so hard to keep focus on your surroundings. So many sensations- you could feel slick beginning to coat your thighs as his hand moved faster and you got sloppier. When he pulled away your lipstick was smeared on his mouth and there was a hazy look in his eyes. He buried his face against your neck on one side and baji was on the other. Chifuyu hand was between your legs and one of bajis hands had found it’s way under your shirt and was giving your nipple an unforgiving pull and twist. You three were pressed so close together that no one could really figure out what was happening, not that anyone was going to stop it.

They owned the bar after all.

Chifuyu tilted his hand and when his thumb brushed your clit your legs wobbled and baji had to focus on keeping you upright against him. Chifuyu smiled and laughed, the first you’d seen tonight, and you felt embarassed all over again.

“Hey! Don’t go falling apart on us sweet heart, we aren’t even close to being done with you yet.” Baji was encouraging you and the whine you let out only encouraged him tenfold.

Rather than fight against the waves and risk drowning, you went with the flow and closed your eyes and relaxed into them. You’d never had such a lavish experience of having two pretty boys give you attention like this. It was way past overstimulating but not in a bad way, you’d worry about that in the morning. Right now you your moans were escalating with the music. When said music began to dip but your voice didn’t follow suit, one of bajis hands wrapped tightly around your mouth while chifuyu increased pace.

“Thaaats it,” chifuyu whispered into your neck, “Make a mess for me.”

“You might wanna hold on tight girlie,” Baji mocked, “He overachieves.” You moved your arms so both of them were wrapped around chifuyu.

You had never been more thankful for loud ass music more than now. Had it not been for whatever club mix was on, everyone would hear the sloppy wet lewd noises of the three fingers that were buried inside of you. Any words or pleas you voiced were muffled and baji took on the sole responsibility of holding you up while chifuyu gladly drove you to climax.

They were both so goddamn obscene in their own right. Not only did they casually whisper conversation to eachother about all the wonderful things you three could get up to together, but they each had individual plans for you. Baji wanted to try having you all to himself for a day to see what other kinds of clothes he could put you in and then rip off of you. Chifuyu mentioned something about ‘giving support’ under his desk while he had stressful days at work. Baji definitely agreed with that and had the fucking drive to ask what you felt like inside.

“Inside? Like heaven.” Chifuyu made it sound like a sin, “She’s so slippery and soft.” Stop stop stop! “What about her mouth?” As if on unspoken command, baji shoved two fingers right into your mouth and pet at your tongue. You drooled so easily and licked without hesitation.

“She’s already drooling,” He shoved his fingers deeper, he did it so fast you gaged and coughed, “Gag reflex? We can fix that sweetheart.” Danger alarms began to fire off in your head, unfortunately they went ignored in lieu of the heat in your lower stomach. You were so close and desperate you just let them carry on, anything to keep the fingers inside of you.

Your whole body seized up when you came and you were truly astonished you didn’t blackout completely. They laughed in amazement at the sight of your eyes rolling back and the way you arched. You were putty in their hands, laying limp back against baji but still holding onto chifuyu.

Maybe going out wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

#bunni #chubby!reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #chubby!reader x chifuyu #baji x y/n #baji keisuke #chubby!reader x baji #tokyo revengers baji #sat on this for like #almost a month #my b #I’ll add the readmore when I get home so i can make sure tumblr won’t eat my post like LAST TIME #SHAKES FIST ATSTAFF #STOP PISSING ME OFF BABE

[seth-burroughs]

The Rain Code x Warriors au no one asked for nor will receive an explanation for

What's up I'm still doing bad and feel my last year's mystery stress sickness is coming back and none of my drafts are anywhere remotely close to getting finished anytime soon because of that how are you are you interested in cat

(picked the TPB timeline because it makes the most sense and has the most fitting characters, but I might cheat or bend it a little, we'll see)

Yuma Kokohead -> Rusty/Firestar

Main boy :) because of course he is. Yuma's now an orange cat. Firestar was the name of Number One, and Rusty (canonically Fire's old house cat name, I'm not calling them kittypets I'm sorry) was the name of the trainee he very politely borrowed his identity for.

Makoto Kagutsuchi -> Scourge

In wc canon, Scourge is also Firestar's half-brother (but they don't ever knooow) and they both kill each other + he's canonically stated to be VERY short like one of the smallest cats in the series. After the cloning, Makoscourge painted his fur completely black except for a one white paw (for the aesthetics. or maybe I'll just give Fire a white paw as well, kinda like Yuma's and Makoto's lil ahoges), started wearing the "OwO" mask, the dog tooth studded shrimp color collar, the fucking blood dyed amv bangs, the dog tooth reinforced claws........ The former CEO took him to hot topic for the first time in his life and he was fucking MESMERIZED none of them knew what they have brought upon themselves by this single act. He is a very silly man, lost in the whimsy. When his mask gets pulled off in the Mystery Labirynth, his face is just not dyed at all and it's just ginger with green eyes just like Rusty's/Firestar's/Yuma's/whatever.

Shinigami -> Spottedleaf

In canon, Spottedleaf does infamously end up haunting Firestar's dreams as a ghost to send him cryptic visions and furiously make out with him in front of his pregnant wife, he did have a crush on her before she died and I'm pretty sure she was retconned into reciprocating it was real bad and then they double killed her so Fire won't have to choose between her and his wife in heaven it was REAL bad uhh. I still like her though. I can get you out of the narrative girl just take my hand.... She can be the weirdgirl incarnate she was always meant to be. I wanted to say something else but then I realized holy shit I'm just tweaking her into Bonefall rewrite Spottedleaf am I... What can I say it IS peak Spottedleaf.

Yomi Hellsmile -> Tigerstar

Also extremely obvious. He is evil and has immaculate sexual tension between the protag whoops sorry I forgot literally only me and like 2 other people here ship Yuma and Yomi uhh anyway. While it does fit I'm a little dissapointed that Yomi/Tigerstar is gonna be losing so much of his cringe charm..... Like, say goodbye to deeply unserious insecure prettyboy toothpick Yaoi with silly little insults such as "umbrella sewing machine man operating hand hook car table" and how do I even describe all of this in less than 3 paragraphs. Say hello to broad-shouldered muscular extremely intimidating 100% serious and competent fascist built like a fucking brick shithouse with very broad-shoulders that doesn't need a henchman boytoy to handle all his numerous murders, have I mentioned his massive fucking broad shoulders, Firestar sure did do that a lot. It's like, where's the fun..... Whatever.... I guess...........😔😔😔

Martina Electro -> Leopardstar

Now for an assigned role I'm way more cool with >:)))) for an outrageously long while I had trouble with whether Martina should be Sasha or Goldenflower, fool I was, until I remembered Leopardstar fucking exists. She is literally perfect like I cannot state this enough. AND canonically she was later retconned to have feelings for Tigerstar but I hate to acknowledge it how dare you massacre Lep like that. She can still be his gf alongside vice director though, she's just engaging in acts of deceit whilst putting opioids in his food and trying her darndest to convince herself she's actually 100% in control of the situation before she's dragged to the cube dimension and has a brief "are we the baddies" moment. I don't think she still resigns from being a peacekeeper though Leopardstar 100% would take that fucking promotion the moment she's offered it and a year later when she' done feeling guilty regresses back into being a violent asshole she has learned NOTHING❤️

Fake/Hitman Zilch -> Darkstripe

So many dissapointments happening here sigh..... This one was obvious and honestly the only valid option for FZilch aside from maybe Nightwhisper or Blackfoot? Anyway, the downsides: one, Darkstripe will never be as cool as fake Zilch he thrives on being a cringe mistreated lickspittle. Two, he's definitely not one of Tigerstar's "closest advisors (🏳️‍🌈)" whilst Dark is pretty obsessed Tiger does not give a shit and considers him a looooooser boooo lameee fuck you *canonically swats him away with his tail that one scene*. But, I mean, at least the toxic yaoi became an entire new category of toxic.

Swank Catsonell -> Brokenstar

Pure vibes. It just fits. He employs small children and makes them fight to the death in his office for glory

Seth Burroughs -> Longtail

In canon, another one of Tigerstar's lackeys that didn't know about his crimes and when he found out he immediately left. I thought he was not evil enough to be Seth at first, but it kinda fits and he does make up for it in his cringe value and being noted to be a coward, though that may have been just Fire's opinion. Also, with all the bunny Seth Burrows jokes, I'd like to mention Longtail got his eyes clawed by a rabbit so hard he went blind so do with that what you will

Guillaume Hall -> Russetfur

Aaaand this is where I started having trouble with the remaining peacekeepers. Eventually I settled on Russetfur & Blackfoot/Blackstar for Guillaume and Dominic, because I like this danger duo I and some of the fandom completely made up about them. It's okay, the authors don't know you like we do...... While Blackstar did have a higher rank and Russet was his deputy, I do think she still had at least an equal amount of power as him, they're buddies pair bonded for life Blackstar is nodding respectfully to whatever incomprehensible wisdom she's sharing

Dominic Fulltank -> Blackfoot/star

In canon, started out as a murderous henchman of two major equally murderous evil dictators, before they both died and he finally got that boss promotion he always wanted, then he got ruined by the, you guessed it, retcons, but I don't like to be reminded of his atrocity of a novella. I always imagined Blackstar as like, unbelievably jacked holy shit the muscles on that cat, (and honestly most of the fandom does too so. lmao) and he does indeed canonically unflinchingly do the dirty work of all his bosses such as killing and maiming and destroying an

You get the point. He serious'd. Darkstripe wishes he could be him. And I'm pretty sure that was even canonically implied in the sixth book lmaooooooooo. Loser <3

Dr. Huesca -> um. Goosefeather?

The looks definitely fit, Dr. Huesca indeed bears striking resemblance to that tortured feline. However, while sometimes an asshole, Goose is definitely not evil... But he could be. He deserves to be. As a treat. Also: old man pride

Kurumi Wendy -> Cinderpaw/pelt

Easy, get Cinder'd idiot. They even have a pretty similiar energy too, I feel. This is where I got a bit tired, uhh...It's 11pm. Anyway I love Cinder and I love Kurumi say anything bad about them and I'll start scream crying on the floor

Halara Nightmare -> Yellowfang

Halara gets the old beam. They're now in their fucking 60s or something perhaps 70s. Yellowfang, on the other hand, gets the non-binary spec beam. She already gave off massive butch vibes in canon already, whatever. I don't think I can uhh in short terms explain Yellowfang's whole deal rn but the gist of it she's a very snarky grandma figure to Fire that gradually warmed up to him while she was- my cat vomited. While he was assigned to take care of her while she was taken prisoner into ThunderClan camp. Her personality's pretty funky. And she does seem cool enough in order to deserve to be Halara Nightmare.

Desuhiko Thunderbolt -> Graystripe

I think I'm taking a break and coming back to this tomorrow actually after all. Hello this is tomorrow Jasper. In canon, Graystripe is Fire's silly goofy boybestie when they're young, then he starts secretly dating Silverstream - hold on i can't fuvking take tjis im making myself hot cocoa again bye. Ok it's done let's see if that makes me feel something. As I was saying he's dating this cat and she's from a rival Clan so that's illegal forbidden love and then she dies during childbirth and he leaves his own Clan for a while to raise their babies there but then he gets exiled and goes back to his own and then his kids almost get publically executed for being half-clan so he and his buddies rescue them. And then he gets abducted by humans and meets this new gal called Millie and they start dating and then she gives birth to his new babies and then a tree falls on one of them. I'm pretty sure Fire was also pretty gay for that guy. Uh, anyway. I think he fits the bill because of his goofy charm but also it's pretty disturbing to imagine any iteration of Desuhiko actually getting bitches

Fubuki Clockford -> um. uh. Silverstream?

Silverstream, in canon, is the only daughter of Crookedstar, the leader of RiverClan, and is (implied to not having a problem with) getting various privileges because of this. Fits with Fubuki's rich timelord parents, plus light blue aesthetic, and a few other things which are hard to articulate. Only thing is that she's generally way more headstrong and impulsive than Fubuki showed to be, could "bend her father to her will with little effort", and disrespects the law if it's stupid to her which, queen shit. I think she'll play a lot of little pranks with her time powers, and devote her free time/time with YumaRusty when he's accused of terrorism crimes (but that's just unrestrained summer fun anyway) to absolutely decimate any peacekeepers they come across with some looney tunes shit

Vivia Twilight -> I'll be honest I have no fucking idea

Zero fucking idea. Literally NOBODY in this arc fits for the 5D chess of a character Vivia is. I'm not even sure if in any of the books. Help me. But also I don't really care because I don't even like Vivia at all anyway he freaks me out get him away from me.

Yakou Furio -> Bluestar?

Protag mentor figure except Bluestar is actually doing a good job at that until she loses her marbles after her mid-arc torment gauntlet and has a corruption arc until she drowns and gets healed of all her issues momentarily before fucking dying. She has a dead husband, dead mom, dead sister, dead baby, dead deputy, dead deputy #2, dead bestie, holy shit that's a lot of motives for suicidemurdering Huesgoose. Btw Goose was her weird voice of god hearing uncle in canon (and he was also dead) but I'm probably taking it out unless. Anyway she's kinda too good for Yakou but. They're also both blue like that is a blue cat

And for some side characters, keyword some:

Aiko -> Littlepaw/cloud

Aetheria's now not an all girls school anymore sorry I cannot do this guys. Littlecloud was Cinder's/Kurumi's good buddy and I like their friendship. Unfortunately, you know what that means.

Karen -> Swiftpaw

Originally was supposed to have Aiko's place before I remembered Little exists. In canon his most notable moment was dying brutally, which I mean also fits the Karen quota. Plus, while not an asshole per se he does have a more fiery/overall angry personality and he did try to impulsively take on a pack of dogs to prove himself and fucking died, if under enough pressure I'm pretty sure he could smash Aiko's/Littlepaw's head in with a brick too👍👍

Yoshiko, Waruna, Kurane -> Brackenpaw/fur, Thornpaw/claw, Brightpaw/heart?

Siblings in canon and two of them are guys so no murderous yuri I guess :(( But I mean I don't have to follow canon to a T anyway lmao so we'll see. In canon, basically the other three remaining apprentices along with Swiftpaw and the ashfern siblings, plus they do function as a trio via just being sibs. Plus some notes from the books: Cinder is the fourth sibling. Brightpaw follows Swiftpaw in his quest to slay the doggy and while he dies she survives but gets her eyeball and half of her entire face's fur torn off.

Real Zilch -> Redtail

He's very dead. Very, very dead. His most iconic moment was dying abruptly and tragically via murder rip in rest

Kei Colan -> Snowkit

He is a child. That's a little boy

Snowkit, signing furiously: MY MAMA GOT FRAMED AND IS GOING TO BE PUBLICALLY EXECUTED BY THE PEACEKEEPERS IF NOTHING IS DONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE. HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Yellowfang, signing back in swagful motions: and how much cash does your mama have on her currently

Jiei Colan -> Speckletail

Snowkit's very old mama. Looks like she could kill you but genuinely does not have a body count. Yet.

Ramen Stand Owner -> Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw in canon hit the bricks and ran away from the Clans due to being in danger there, and lived out the rest of his days on a farm with his cowboy boyfriend Barley mostly free of drama. I'd say that fits lmao. We can make his old name Rusty, not a problem.

Margulaw -> Pinestar

90 year old voice "yeah so uhh my fucking son grew up to be a dictator now. When he was a newborn ghosts were yelling at me to kill him because he'll grow up to be a bad man otherwise and of course like any sane kanaiwardian father I said "fuck that" and had to leave ma' family behind run away from the company so the demons would shut up. And y'know little buddy... Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I just can't help but. Y'know. Anyway. Sigh."

Do you get my vision did that sound comprehensible

#mine #rain code #warrior code au #<- oh hey thats an actual thing in wc lmao. #Not tagging any of those characters hell nooo. #the i did not proofread this tag

[r0botarmsapts]

Title: Queen of Diamonds Characters/Pairings: Raven x Judith Words: 2,400+ Disclaimer: I own this fanfiction but not the characters or game they’re from. Notes: This is a comm for @theguineapig3. Thank you again for providing such good ideas and letting me write it. Some tags: Smut, Fluff, Coming in Pants, Riding, Romance, Winter, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff. Summary: “You surprise this old man by looking like ya came from the heavens, in that gift of an outfit. It was unavoidable.” Raven said it as a matter of fact. Unintentional as it was, his reaction to her new attire left him needing a quick change of pants. However, Judith still stood at the entrance, ensuring the door was locked. Really, it would not have surprised him if she did not plan for it. The look in her eyes did not go unnoticed and if Judith had more up her sleeve, well, he was a gambling man, ready to see what would be dealt.

Judith eyed herself with confidence in the mirror for a final time, pleased with how sexy she looked in her new winter outfit, The shorts were comfortably snug(a little of her butt peaking out, adding to the desired effect to her over-all appearance), the soft red coat hugging her breasts while leaving her curved waist visible, black boots with fur trim laced up to her knees, the look being completed with her hair done in a fresh updo with minimal jewelry and gloves that covered half her hands. A shiver of excitement flowed through the Krityan knowing the boisterous reaction Raven would have for her.

The surprise she had in mind would be welcomed, of that, Judith was certain.

Everything had been timed just right, confirming beforehand Raven would be alone in his room. Really, it had been too long since they had any private alone time- that in mind, along with the festive time of year, that a special gift was in order. Even though the Krityan would be calling the shots today, Judith could already feel Raven’s hands on her skin, mouth against hers and stubble he know to make use of. The memories of those intimate times strong, her own excitement was coming alive, leaving her wanting for him with her heart beating faster in anticipation.

Not wasting any time, the Krityan headed straight away for his room, giving the door a couple of good knocks as soon as she arrived. Raven was quick to answer in an unmasked bored tone of voice. Lips quick to go to a playful, confident smile, that tone of his only confirmed her knowledge her present would be met with opened arms as she went inside, locking the door behind her. This had been so carefully planned and on seeing him, could tell he needed it as she did. There would be no interruptions, not tonight at least, Judith had taken every measure to be certain. “Don’t tell me I caught you when you’re busy.”

Hearing the voice of his angel, it had taken a brief moment to register it was truly her and not his bored mind playing cruel tricks on him like in times before when they were apart. Once it had, his attention was hers alone, paperwork be damned. It had been awhile since they had been together, recent work keeping them too cruelly separated. Ready to see his girlfriend, Raven’s head whipped to look at the door, giving a wide-eyed double take on the spot. “Judy, ya look amazin,” he exclaimed, giving her get up a more thorough look over(his dick becoming fast aroused already). Judith’s shorts leaving little to his imagination, breasts hugged snuggly with a taunting amount showing, her figure complimented brilliantly, her purple hair done in a way Raven had seen from noble women at events.

The Krityan had truly gotten done up coming to see him, looking like a winter goddess sent from above.

Their time apart, her visiting in that attire, what it meant for them both and the rest of the evening, Raven was fast trying to fight a losing battle against his erection.

Too quickly, his green eyes went wide, still trying to hold back what was coming...

“Now, how long has it been~?” Judith spoke with a familiar teasing tone, tossing a wink his way, aware of his visible situation. Hearing him groan with an orgasm while his head went back was another reminder of how long it has been. Judith knew Raven- he would not have been done for the evening on that. The sight of him cumming on her appearance alone tested her patience, the woman ready to go over and get to the main event.

He was weak for her in the best ways.

Raven caught his breath as fast as he could, a bit red in the face, normally having much better control. Getting a look at her again, the playful glint in Judith’s eyes hardly matched the pout on her face seeing Raven become a bit flustered, playing off what had happened.

“You surprise this old man by looking like ya came from the heavens, in that gift of an outfit. It was unavoidable.” Raven said it as a matter of fact. Unintentional as it was, his reaction to her new attire left him needing a quick change of pants. However, Judith still stood at the entrance, ensuring the door was locked. Really, it would not have surprised him if she did not plan for it. The look in her eyes did not go unnoticed and if Judith had more up her sleeve, well, he was a gambling man, ready to see what would be dealt.

“My, my, that was unexpected,” Judith said playfully while sauntering over, straddling Raven, placing an arm around his neck. “I see you really like your present~” With her free hand, Judith poked her finger against Raven’s chest, slowly dragging it downward, drawing out a small moan, “but I wonder if you have anything left for me now.”

A throaty groan slipped from his lips as Judith slid her hand beneath his pants, gripping his messy cock, giving a few teasing pumps. “For you, darlin’, always.” Raven answered with lust in his voice, putting a hand under her coat, resting it on her lower back. How he had missed her being so close, their private time, and it going unspoken he knew Judith felt the same. They were so in tune with one another, it made his heart flutter.

“That’s the answer I wanted to hear.”

She had spoken the words against his ear, voice low and inviting like warm silk. Raven could already feel himself stirring under her actions with no complaint. Only this time he would hold out longer for her, like she deserved.

Raven slid his hand lower, cupping her butt, giving a gentle squeeze after finding how short her shorts really were- part of her butt peaking out, teasing him further even now.

Judith moaned lightly in appreciation of the action, moving to look at her boyfriend in the eyes. Both of them sharing a loving, wanting look only for each other, and in the silence they kissed. Her lips feeling so natural against his own, Raven savored it and intended to show his appreciation.

Eyes sliding shut, Raven knew every inch of her skin, committed it lovingly to memory over their many times together. Each one as cherished as the last. Some in daring spots, others in nights with a room lit by the moon with words and touches only for each other.

For Judith, it was all too easy to let herself get lost in the moment of being alone with Raven, delightfully wrapped around her finger right now, the Krityan having the lead with him following along without question, giving only love in turn. Her own body reacting to the feeling of his calloused hands on her bare skin, moans un-suppressed let loose into their kiss, opening her mouth to invite his tongue in, all the while feeling Raven smiling into it as well, too happy to accept.

Slowly, Judith began to grind in his lap.

Raven groaned, splitting away from their kiss the smallest bit. “Yer really gonna do me in, going like that.”

“I’m certain you’ll manage.” Judith responded along with another slow grind against him.

“Of course. A mans got to appreciate beauty right in front of him.” Raven said in a voice stating a fact with warmth and love mixed in. A special tone, one meant for Judith only.

Going in for another kiss, slower this time, Judith made to start unbuttoning Raven’s shirt. Taking this as the signal to do the same, Raven undid the the belt, then the string that held her top closed. Gentle with the garment, he slid it off of her, setting it aside, noting just how soft it was when it was in his hands, having found personal favorite with the big yellow diamonds that decorated it.

Her top gone, she made quick work of Raven’s shirt, wrapping an arm around his neck, bringing them so close, her breasts pressed against his chest. The skin-to-contact was electrifying: both wanting to be as close as possible, the pent up feelings from their time apart coming out, they had time to make up for.

Judith paused only to get a couple of things from her shorts pocket, with Raven unsurprised and amused. “I see ya came prepared for everything, darlin’”

“But of course~ We have been separated for too long, don’t you think?” Judith replied, preparing Raven’s cock for what was coming next. The Krityan moved quickly, her own desire clear for Raven to see- her nipples erect, breathing changed to a faster pace, lust in her violet eyes.

Judith got the condom on him, running her finger along the sides of his dick, taking in the sweet sound Raven made for her.

Raven took his opportunity to rub circles on her hips, hearing her pleasured groans. He went slower than she did, working his way to her belt. Undoing the thing and then unbuttoning her shorts.

Sliding her shorts down, his green eyes were met with another surprise of seeing her wearing red lacey thong underwear, and getting wet. He swallowed audibly before getting a special grin on his face, pulling Judith into an embrace, her breasts at his face now. “You are determined to kill this old man, aren’t ya?” Raven asked with love entwined in his words.

“Mmm, it’s a good way to go.” Judith teased back, a small gasp coming out suddenly when Raven took one of her breasts to his mouth, kissing, nipping and making good use of his tongue, his hands around her back, rubbing it gently.

Judith held onto him tightly, her hands wandering and rubbing over his back as well, one going up to pull the hair tie from him, wanting to see Raven with his hair down when she rode him hard. It was a sight she would never tire of. Feeling the chuckle from Raven against her skin, she moved to grind against him.

Marks were left on her skin while he pulled her panties down- kissing, sucking and rubbing along her stomach and hips. Loving her as she deserved.

This surprise just for him sent his heart soaring high and filled with his love for her. Judith had become everything to him, and he longed to be with her more and more, craving her presence when they were half the world apart for their jobs.

Her grinding becoming harder, alerted him to knowing Judith was more than ready for the next part, and in truth, so was he. “Getting as impatient as I am?” Raven said, stroking her face. Her head leaning into the touch, their eyes not breaking contact for an instant.

“I am a terrible liar, you know. I am ready to go farther now~” Her voice came out in a loving purr. Her face set to a seductive expression while she lined up his cock with her pussy, moving her hands to his shoulders once she was ready.

The couple filled the room with sounds of their love making. Judith expertly moving her hips, hands gripping tight onto Raven’s shoulders. grinding against him, taking in the warmth of his dick inside her. It sent pleasure through her body that was sorely missed.

“Oh, baby, that’s it!” Raven moaned, his hands back on Judith’s hips, moving down to her butt to give a couple of good squeezes; her sweet pleasured voice sending him closer to another orgasm. He was determined to hold out longer for her this time. Judith did not make it easy for him, however.

Raven moved his hands in massaging motions over her thighs, hips and back. He took time to grope her breasts, give gentle pinches to her nipples, leaving more marks of love on her skin, each gesture earning him music from her lips.

The next few minutes were spent with them making love to one another, about at their respective limits, drops of sweat rolling down their bodies, the love between them clear with each loving word and the mess they were making of each other.

“Oh, Raven,” Judith moaned out, reaching her limit, close to her own orgasm, and judging from how Raven looked beneath her, he was close as well. Really close.

“I know, I’m almost there, darlin’” Raven replied, half moans in between breaths, feeling his orgasm ready any second now. To the beauty above him, he could tell she was ready to have hers too.

They did not always get to do it, but it appeared this evening was a time they could cum together. It was a little too perfect in his mind, but no complaints would come from his lips. Holding on to each other tightly, they came together, each others names moaned out with no care to how loud they sounded.

Judith’s legs were trembling afterwards, Raven kept her close. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, taking in her post-orgasm pleasure, catching her breath, not ready to get up just yet. Being in his arms was a feeling unlike anything in the world for her. A contented smile slid onto her face and she nuzzled into his neck.

Raven was fine having his love in his arms longer. She had gone through a lot to make this happen, and he knew a big romantic gesture was in order for the Krityan. Romance was second nature to him, so taking her out for a grand evening would be doable. Details he could work on later, it would be another welcomed thing to take his mind from the seemingly never ending work that he had to deal with.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better present,” Raven started with a smile. “I’ll make sure to be good this comin’ year too.”

Judith chuckled into his neck.

A while later, the couple were cleaned up with a shared bath, had dinner in his room, then were together in bed. Both with their hair down and Judith cuddled up with her head on his chest, his arms around her.

Judith had already fallen into a sweet slumber. Raven still awake, something big on his mind. It would not change their work schedules, but would be something else to bind them together. A constant reminder they were with each other no matter what or where they were in the world.

Ring shopping came to mind, and the holiday for lovers was coming up in a few short months. The idea was big and heavy, yet it was right. Judith was the love of his life, and Raven hers. They knew.

Raven joined her in slumber shortly after, becoming more content with his decision and knowing he had plans to make.

Grand ones.

#juven #ravith #tov raven #tov judith #tales of vesperia #tales of fanfiction #nsfl #theguineapig3

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A woman with light skin, orange hair in a ponytail, green eyes, and a painted white face with black eye makeup and lipstick. She is wearing a black beret, a black choker necklace with a violet charm, a black and white striped sweater with a black tank top underneath, grey wrist-length gloves, black shorts, black and white striped tights, and black slip-on shoes. She has her hands out as though pressing against the side and top of an invisible box from the inside, and is looking back to the Pokemon Mr. Mime behind her. Mr. Mime is a humanoid Pokemon with a light-skinned head, red cheeks, long blue hair-like growths on the sides of its head, a white body with red spherical growths at the shoulders, hips, and front of the torso, long skinny light-skinned legs, white hands with red spots on the fingers, white knees, and blue feet shaped like curled shoes. It has its hands up to press against the opposite side of the "box" it and its trainer are in. Behind them is grass and autumnal trees. End ID.]

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"...!"

(The woman walks up to you and hands you a small card, which you then read.)

"Bonjour! My name is Chanterelle, and I come from Kalos! Apologies for the unconventional introduction, but I prefer to battle in costume, and while in costume I do not speak. I am looking forward to our battle, no matter who may win!"

More Battle Peak representatives! Kalos's representative is Chanterelle, a professional mime with an eccentric performance style and an equally eccentric battling style. She commands her Pokemon with no spoken word, though it is incredibly likely that there is some sort of telepathy or other nonverbal signaling involved, considering both the fact that her team are almost all psychic-types or Pokemon with psychic-adjacent abilities and the fact that Red was able to get to his skill level without hardly a spoken word himself. Chanterelle can speak, she just refuses to do so in costume as stated above, or whenever she's wearing that choker collar actually. It's a soundproofer, it helps keep slip-ups to an absolute minimum hehe.

Given that Battle Peak is a Battle Tower-esque setup, Chanterelle's team is slightly randomized depending on what battle conditions you have set. She will select either three (for single battles) or four (for double battles) from her "full" team of six. She will always include Mr. Mime on her team, and the rest of her team can include Klefki, Zoroark, Chandelure, Wobbuffet, and Malamar.

...also you wanna know something? Y'know how last year I got interested in mimes? Thank Chanterelle for that, it's her fault that I got into mimes! The inspiration research I did, it just ended up captivating me! Though there are some things I, um...I wish I didn't come across. (lookin' at you, m1m3 & d4sh, did NOT need to see that crap)

💖🐶 Check out my pinned post for ways to support my artwork, among other things! 🐶💖

~If you like, please reblog to show your friends! Likes are appreciated, but reblogs let more people see my content! If you have something to say, feel free to give feedback in tags/comments/replies as well!~

Mr. Mime and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Chanterelle Voclain, the Cantessy region, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

#pokemon #pokemon trainer #cantessy region #peak challenger chanterelle #mr mime #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description #mime #ask to tag

[spokenrambles]

[ Maya Hawke, Genderqueer, She/They ] Oh, them? That's Robin Buckley, they are Twenty-Two years old. They are currently a [ Film Studies & Linguistics, Community College student and part time employee at Family Video]. I hear people say they are Witty, Analytical, Highly Intelligent, but also Blunt, Sarcastic, Verbose. I always think of worn down red converses, doodles on anything but paper, black chipped nail polish, an ungodly amount of VHS’, and meaningful looks exchanged between friends. I wonder what their favourite scary movie is?

˗ˏˋ Ooh, I think I found our morning movie - Doctor Zhivago ´ˎ˗

✧.* BASICS.

FULL NAME: Robin Elizabeth Buckley

NICKNAME/S: Rob, Tweedledee, Trumpet girl.

BIRTHDAY: May 27th.

ZODIAC: Gemini.

SEXUALITY: Closeted Lesbian.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.

OCCUPATION: Community college student and Part time Family Video employee.

✧.* PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT: 5'8", 173 cms.

HAIR COLOUR: Light brunette - Dirty Blonde.

EYE COLOUR: Blue.

TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: She has both her left and right ear lobes double pierced. She has an auricle and industrial piercing on her left ear.

NOTABLE FEATURES: Light freckles litter her body, only really able to be noticed in the right lighting. She also has a small baby scar, less than 1 cm long from when she used to play soccer in her younger years and fell onto a rock, the rock being sharp enough to pierce the delicate skin above her elbow leaving her with a lifelong scar.

.·:*¨¨* Ou-yay are-yay ump-day. *¨¨*:·.

✧.* LIKES.

Late night drives (even though, she's yet to get her license).

Languages.

Sweaters and denim/corduroy jackets.

The idea of travelling (Just being anywhere than where she is right now).

Girls who seem to fall in love with sterotypical Jocks/men who peaked in high school, instead of her

✧.* DISLIKES.

Being backed into a corner. Robin is very much the type that no matter the social environment she is in, likes to know that she at least has one way of escape.

Being Isolated/alone. Robin can’t stand being by herself, she doesn’t like being left alone with her thoughts. Where she has no choice but to reflect on everything.

Hawkins.

Jell-0 (The texture itself completely throws her off, it genuinely gives her the creeps).

`*:;, Took me six months longer to walk than all the other babies :.,;*

✧.* HOBBIES.

Learning new languages, whether that be within an educational setting or in her own free time.

Making the greatest top ten movie list to ever grace the four walls of family video (while also slowly rating all, if not most, of family video's film collection).

Arguing with anyone, who dares to doubt that Mint choc is the superior ice cream flavour.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Maybe, I’m happy by myself? Not everyone needs a relationship to be happy, you know ˚₊‧✩ੈ

✧.* FEARS.

Being outed and becoming a social leper.

Never being good enough, or living up to the high expectations those around her have seemed to have set for her.

Never 'escaping' Hawkins.

Watching those she loves die, she’s not quite sure how this fear came to be but it’s something that whenever Robin notices her brain slowly drifting towards it; she finds herself going through fifty-five unwarranted, internal panic attacks.

✧.* GOALS/AMBITIONS.

Finishing college.

Saving enough to run away travel, she just wants to see the world. After all, it’s not like there’s anywhere worse than where she is right now.

Getting out of Hawkins.

˗ˏˋ So like, I wasn't super focused in there or anything, but... I'm pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son ´ˎ˗

✧.* BIO/HC'S.

: ̗̀➛ Robin was born to Richard and Melissa Buckley, two borderline teen parents.

: ̗̀➛ Due to her parents age, when they had her. Robin didn’t have the most materialistic upbringing, her parents barely being able to keep a roof over all of their heads but hey! At least they were happy…. For the most part.

: ̗̀➛Robin had always been naturally gifted at music. As a child, it was one of her only talents/hobbies that her mother enthusiastically approved of and encouraged her to improve on.

: ̗̀➛ Robin originally joined the soccer team as a way to bond and connect with her father. She ended up being part of said team for a good year or two. Before, she’d witnessed one of her teammates gruesomely break her leg. Something that’d end up causing her to leave the team. At least that’s what she said was the reason.

: ̗̀➛ Robin started learning languages at a young age as a way to pass her time. It was her distraction/escapism from the everyday loneliness she’d constantly feel in her life (something that was the result of being an only child and having very little friends, something that wouldn’t really change until high school).

: ̗̀➛ The only real friend Robin had growing up was Barb but Barb by their later middle school years, traded her in for the perfect and totally not a priss Nancy Wheeler! Something that to this day, Robin still hurts a little over.

: ̗̀➛ Robin held a deep resentment towards Steve Harrighton for majority of her high school experience, his cocky and aloof behaviour, along with his constant tardiness and the way he'd ask dumb questions; fuelling her distaste for him. But what really cemented her resentment of him during those years was the way he was effortlessly able to obtain the attention of her high school crush, Tammy thompson. Something that she was never able to do herself. However, she swears up and down, that she's completely over it now!

: ̗̀➛Robin has always known she was different, ever since she was a little. She just didn’t realise that, that difference was that she was a lesbian. Something she didn’t figure out until the very end of middle school.

: ̗̀➛ Robins never actual had a committed/serious relationship with anyone throughout highschool, even till now. Of course, she’s kissed a guy or two but besides that? Nothing. She’s always tried to argue the fact that Hawkins men just didn’t do it for her, or how she’d rather not risk catching something because, ‘hey, have they seen the guys they let live in this town’, or hell! How she just ‘doesn’t want a relationship’. Just saying anything really to push past the subject.

: ̗̀➛ Robins relationship with her mother is strained to put it lightly, she loves her mum and she’s sure she loves her too. It’s just her mother never seems to be satisfied or to approve of her life decisions or future plans, and has taken a habit of constantly pointing out her flaws and reminding her of them on a daily basis. Something she’s been doing to Robin, ever since she was little. She however, does have a close relationship with her father and knows that no matter what, at least he’s always there to support and love her unconditionally, regardless of all her little flaws.

: ̗̀➛ Academically? Robins college life is going well. It’s been worth every hard earned penny in her mind. However, Socially? Well, that depends on who you ask but in all honesty, it leaves much to be desired for her. She’s constantly left longing for some sort of real connection with any of her peers, something that doesn’t result in her having to put up some façade to keep those around her happy.

: ̗̀➛ Robin recently rescued a little black cat, that she’s affectionately named ‘Whiskers’. Something that has caused a few “you’re going to turn into a crazy old cat lady” comments from those closest to her.

: ̗̀➛ As mentioned previously, Robin still hasn’t gotten around to getting her license, the whole being poor thing and now having to pay her way through college, pushing it further onto the back burner. So, instead she either gets around via public transport, friends who offer her a ride or, her trusty two wheeler.

: ̗̀➛ After only just coming to terms with her sexuality and what that meant for her throughout her entire high school experience, she’s now began to question her gender expression. Something that currently has her conflicted and has her digging herself deeper into the closet.

: ̗̀➛ Trying to keep her mind off her internal conflicts when it comes to her identity and her family pressures, she’s been throwing herself even further into her studies and her job. Taking on more hours and tasks, than she can actually handle half the time.

: ̗̀➛ To be updated/continued!

✧.* PLAYLIST.

- TBA.

#horrorinhawkins.intro

[edgewaterfarmcsa]

CSA WEEK 7

P I C K L I S T

TOMATOES! - FENNEL - SAVOY CABBAGE - BELL PEPPER - GOLDEN BEETS - GREEN BEANS -

TULSI - LEMON BALM - BLUEBERRIES! - CUKES - PSYCHEDELIC GOLDEN ZUCCHINI

Yall, we are reaching peak season (or are getting very close).  Summer crops are coming in hot right now, and the fields are booming with fruit, veg, and weeds.  Corn, eggplant, sweet peppers, and watermelons are on the horizon, but for now the colors of the heirloom tomatoes and the flavor picked out of the blueberry field is bonkers good.  As far as field tasks go, we are totally stretched.  Tomatoes need stringing and staking, weeds need to be annihilated, Greenhouses need to be gutted, cleaned and planted, etc… But it remains damn near impossible to walk away from the blueberries.  The field is still loaded with fruit and it is hard to have anything but blueberry tunnel vision with plants that look that good.  

You should come check it out, and see for yourself THIS Saturday!

Pop-up PYO Blueberry party for CSAers.  This is not a gleaning, as we are right in the middle of the season and the picking is AWESOME.  We are still working out the details of how much we can have yall pick, what row, etc but for now, heads up, you’re invited. 

WHO:  Open to the entire Edgewater Farm C.S.A. community

WHERE:  if you are coming from the North End of River Road, go past the Greenhouses and McNamara Dairy- turn left at the Cemetery.  (if you turn right, you will be swimming in the Connecticut River)

THE ADDRESS for all your googling: 355 River Road/ Plainfield, NH

WHEN: This Saturday!!!, JULY 30th from 3-5pm  rain or shine though we will cancel in case of thunder and lightning

HOW: You pick!  Bring your own picking cups! PRO-TIP:, if you have a used yogurt container and a shoelace, poke holes in the yogurt container, string the shoe laces through and make yourself a picking necklace- it’s fashion forward and an extremely efficient way to pick- very hip, all the kids are doing it.  

WHY: Because the picking is the best we’ve seen in years- branches are dripping with fruit, and sharing is caring.

Pro-tips:

SOUR CREAM SLAW WITH FENNEL

From my second favorite cook book, START SIMPLE by Lukas Volger

1 small savoy or napa cabbage (though i think your kale shredded could work here instead!)

1 medium fennel bulb, cored and very thinly sliced, fronds reserved

¼ cup sour cream

1 tablespoons olive oil

1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

1 teaspoon or more herbs de provence (thyme!!! Oregano, rosemary, etc)

½ teaspoon salt, or to taste

¼ teaspoon sugar

Pinch red pepper flakes

 In a serving bowl combine the cabbage (kale) and fennel.

In a small bowl, stir together the sour cream, olive oil, lemon juice, herbes de provence (thyme etc!), sugar, and red pepper flakes.  Taste and season with salt.  Add most of the dressing to the cabbage (kale) and fennel and taste, adding more if needed (you may have some dressing left over).  Coarsely chop about 3 tablespoons of the fennel fronds and stir them in.  You can eat this slaw immediately, but the flavors will meld a bit after and hour or so at room temperature.  

A crisp salad of pole beans, fennel, and parmesan cheese 

From my tried and true old standby eating bible, TENDER by Nigel Slater

Green beans 

Medium fennel bulb

Small, salad leaves (chop up your savoy!) 4 double handfuls… 

White bread- 2 thick slices

Oil for frying the bread

For the dressing:

Tarragon vinegar- a tablespoon 

Dijon mustard- a teaspoon

An egg yolk

Olive oil- a scant ½ cup

Grated parmesan cheese- 3 tablespoons, plus a block of parm for shaving

Lemon juice- 2 teaspoons

 Trim the beans and boil them in lightly salted water or steam them, until tender.  Drain them under cold running water.  Cut the fennel bulb in half and shred finely.  Make the dressing by whisking the vinegar, mustard, and egg yolk together with a little salt and black pepper, then beating in the oil followed by the grated cheese.  It should be thick and creamy.  Squeeze in the lemon juice, stir, then set a side for a few minutes.  

 Put the “salad” leaves in a large bowl with the cooked beans and the fennel.  Cut the bread into small squares and fry in shallow oil until golden on all sides.  Drain the croutons on paper towels.  Toss the leaves and beans lightly with the dressing.  Pile the salad into two plates and shave pieces of parmesan over with a vegetable peeler.  I usually do at least 8 per salad, depending on my dexterity with the peeler.  Tip the hot croutons over the salad and eat straight away while all is fresh and crunchy.  

On your herbs this week:

This week’s herbs, tulsi and lemon balm, would love to be made into sun tea.  

 To make sun tea:

grab a glass jar (I use the biggest mason jar i can find) 

fill with herbs, and water

 put in direct sunlight for a day.  

Remove from sunlight, strain herbs and cool it down in the fridge.  Add a sweetener if you like, or drink straight up.  

Experience total refresh

Also noteworthy, both these herbs -Tulsi and Lemon balm- are used medicinally to bring calm to the body and mind.  Which, for me and perhaps all of you, is extremely welcome as we enter high Summer, peak harvest, and Leo Season.  Good to have a little calm to relax the brain and body during the Summer hustle.  Also FYI, all the farmers are doing it- stopped in at our friends this week at Hurricane Flats Farm and saw their jar of herbs, brewing in the sunshine as well.  

And if you don't make sun tea, here are some more herby options:

USE the FRESH LEAVES:  Add chopped leaves to culinary dishes just as you would basil, dill, etc…

Store!:  Freeze leaves in ice cubes to add to summer drinks. Or hang upside in a cool, dark, and dry place.  When fully dry, strip leaves off branches and store in an airtight container.  

TULSI and  Lemon Balm can also be made into tinctures, infused honeys, elixirs, vinegars etc… for more on that give it a google.  

[thedawnbeauty]

“ do you have a moment” a faint whisper, as she peaked her head through the cracked door. She watched as Luca was deciding what to wear. He looked back at her, silently nodding.

As she moved into the room and pulled out his formal garments. Everything was black. “ Remember this is your family colors.. and you wear them because..” well, she didn’t need to explain, they were weary of strangers, and now almost a dozen of them were staying in various rooms.

“ I’ve doubled the guards, and ensured each guest is in comfort and has food and drinks. Michael doesn’t like visitors.. “ no one really was ever allowed in the family home, unless it was political or social function. She helped button Cufflinks on Luca arm as she spoke. “ I saw the way you were looking at Melody.” She raised her finger up, to not interrupt her. “ So I want to offer just a piece of advice. You can tell me to fuck off after if you want, but it’s really important you listen to what I have to say.”

She motioned for Luca to sit, as she folded her arms before her and explained.

“ I’m sure you are wondering why he choose you.. but it’s important to remember that Michael believed in family. I can not stand here snd say I agree with the decisions he’s made. I don’t believe in secrets, I feel it’s important to be honest and truthful with people. It’s when we keep secrets, that’s when trouble finds us. “

The secrets from Rovan, were still haunting her. She refused to continue to live her life, on the secrets of others.

“ Michael, told me about Ella.” Her tone changed, more serious. “ You are in a very dangerous position right now. Despite the years of exile, betrayal and humiliation this family endured. You were brave enough to fall for someone, unexpected . I imagine her own household has caution her about a potential relationship with you. I think it’s important, you remember at the end of the day you are your own person, and the decisions and the choices you make have rewards, and the have consequences. Do not make a haste decision or a forced one.”

Luca smiled for a brief minute, seeing how she was valuable to Michael. Bianca gave her opinion, but gestured reason and consideration no matter the outcome. He nodded for her to continue.

“ You are Lord .. of Isles, that comes with a heavy burden. You are responsible for a good portion of the citizens of this country. You are their leader, you are now also the voice of reason on the council, and the person who whispers to the king what is right and what is wrong. Ontop of all of these things, you are also a father. Something, I know Michael envy’s.. he has wanted a family and a chance to settle for a long time. He was almost trapped into a relationship, or rather a marriage he did not want because of what his rank and position entitle him too. Someday, this may happen to you. I need you to prepare for the idea the king will one day seek something of you, you might not be prepared to give or do. But, he is the king and your relationship with him could help influence those decisions. “

She poured him a glass of wine, as she tucked her hair behind her head “ I am in your service .. to have these conversations and to be frank, be the one person who will speak to you plainly. You have a job to do, a role to fill. Whatever it is you have going on in their.” She pointed to her heart “ proceed with caution. Remember the difference between you and Michael is this… you can sense and feel everyone emotions, and feelings. That is a weapon.. but do not let it overpower you .. and convince you to side with someone, when you know they are wrong.”

She patted his hand “ I will let you know the moment the Princess arrives..”

Luca lifted his glass to her, in thanks. “ So .. who would you have me pick.. if you’re being honest. “

Bianca smirked, as she clipped on her black veil over her head “ when everything has fallen apart, and the world stops spinning. . Ask yourself.. who is the person that makes you feel whole. Because, if your answer is not Robin, your head is not in the right place. Your heart, already know the answer, and the person you want to continue to spend time with. Duty.. Sir Duncan, Duty.”

[achronicleofblasphemy]

We're doing a huge chapter dump today!!

Here is chapter 1!

Our two main characters, Cyrano and Evie, see each other for the first time in 14 years. Evie has been wounded in some sort of escape and had thought Cyrano was dead. Cyrano is struggling to figure out how to tell her about spending the past 14 years in The Afterworld of Serenity.

A Chronicle

Of Blasphemy -

Chapter 1.

Cyrano and Evie’s Memory – Ages 30.

Evie did the best she could not to move. Her ballooned purple legs were at least double the size they should be, and even breathing somehow seemed to accentuate their furious throbbing. Sweat dewed her brow from the pain. They stretched out before her on a ten foot long pew within an alcove of a cloister walkway. The glittering black stone of the walls seamlessly moved into the arched ceiling and opened into delicately ornate pillars that created a series of archways parallel to her. It looked as though someone had sectioned off part of the night sky and curved it into a single walkway. Silvered teals and violets hung like ethereal clouds and white specks grew and shrank. It was clearly magically constructed. A single tendon twitched in her leg forcing a wince at the subtle movement. The Petrian Elf’s healing magic was working quicker than she anticipated. That also meant she could feel the shrinking of her inflamed muscle fibers. All of them cried out at the smallest shift in movement. A Petrian Elf. . . She thought, A full blooded Elf! An Elf from the cradle of civilization. . . Her thoughts drifted behind the unbelievability of it. A welcome distraction.

Cyrano stood eight feet away beneath one of the arches. He did his best to give Evie space while her legs healed, and she took some time to process the strangeness of her surroundings. At the sight of her wincing, he stepped forward to help, but the quiet clunk of his Celestial Armor reminded him what he looked like. He recalled the first time he’d seen a Celestial Knight. Its armor seemed as though a tremoring pool of molten metal had begun taking shape in the air, but before all the edges of its form could smooth out, someone had frozen it in its predatory and cratered form. The sharp points and talon-like edges that served as peaks of its surface reminded him more of a battered meteorite than metal. A relation he knew now, to be close to the truth. So as quietly as he could he stepped back to his original position.

The silence between them loomed over Evie’s heavy breath. Cyrano felt the weight of each dragging second carrying the need for elucidation. How would he explain this place? How would he explain anything? The past fourteen years in The Afterworld of Serenity. The Silent King and Carthus. Zendell, Mirabel, The Company of the Sparrow, the baby. . . the baby.

“Are you hurt?!” Evie asked urgently. Her breath stuttered as she stared at Cyrano with unfeigned concern.

“No!” Cyrano replied, unfurrowing his expression. He smiled at Evie but caught himself and went back to looking concerned. Seeing her again brought back joy he hadn’t felt in years.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. . .” Cyrano started.

“Smiled? AH!” Evie interrupted before her left leg cramped. It subsided almost as quickly as it came and when she caught her breath she hissed genuine laughter through clenched teeth. “Ok, at least I know it’s actually you now. You’re allowed to smile C. I would, AH!, if I could.”

Cyrano felt a tinge of familiar embarrassment wash over him, filling his heart with joy. He hadn’t felt this way since he was a puppy eyed teenager following Evie around with devoted admiration. She was his whole world for some of the most pivotal moments of his life. She protected him, stood up for him, demanded and handed out justice when the other kids tormented and teased him. She was the only true family he had left. He was smiling again.

“I’m happy to see you too.” She said to him through a forced grin.

She was still doing it. Even when she was in so much pain. Cyrano sighed and looked over his shoulder.

“Araya!” Cyrano called out.

In an instant the Petrian Elf turned the corner and glided into the walkway. He walked in with the same assured elegance as when they applied the healing charm on Evie’s legs. They wore the robes of what Evie recognized to be a Petrian servant. Being an engineer, she had spent many years being reminded over and over how they were the first to utilize Points of Power. How their Hestian Obelisks provided light at night, protected husbandry, and maintained simple sanitation. How it was the first known civilization where Humans and Elves lived peacefully together and began breeding with one another. 

It wasn’t just from her formal education that she was forced to constantly hear about them. Her father railed against them, claiming it was the beginning of the end of nuance and elegance. How he could ever believe that the end started nearly six thousand years ago and still hadn’t come to its conclusion she never understood. He was right in a bigoted sense. There were no more full-blooded elves. But both species had bred new life, intermingling their bloodlines to enhance one another over the centuries. The elves extended the human lifespan and provided magical sensitivity to better understand and control the arcane energies around them. While humans diluted the Elvish sensitivity, it allowed them to exist in the modern world as more and more powerful magical objects began enhancing quality of life for everyone. It was a beginning, not an end.

Evie took Araya in. She recognized the pristine white wrappings around his neck and the palms of his hands as that of a Petrian servant from her textbooks. Simple runes the same shade of white was sewn into them. Markings of ownership, and incantations to ensure punishment for disobedience took as little effort by the masters as possible. She did find the thick, black, curly beard odd. It blocked the view of the Ownership Wrappings on his neck, and as far as her modern education had taught her, a beard of that length signified piety or the mastering of the arcane. Most details outside of written text were purely guesses though. She had so many questions!

“You summoned me, Master Cyrano?” Araya asked.

Evie’s eyes bulged and an amused smile washed away her pained expression at the utterance of “Master Cyrano”. Cyrano saw her head turn comically slow towards him with a jovially shocked expression on her face. Cyrano side eyed her, shaking their head in disagreement at Araya’s titling. He turned his flustered attention back to Araya.

“I . . .don’t call me. . . Some wine please Araya.” Cyrano fumbled.

“Of course. May I inform you however sir, that the consumption of wine would only serve to further the inflammation of Mistress Evie’s ligaments as they heal. Might I offer to bring some to you both after the charm has completed its purpose?” Araya offered.

“Do you have Petrian wine?!” Evie interjected. The ghost of her addiction slithered its famished anticipation into her spine.

“Of course, Mistress Evie. It has been immaculately cared for in our cellars and enchanted to maintain its youthful fruit. Petrian wine was never made to age as long as more modern wines. These are perfectly maintained to be at the peak of their character.” Araya confirmed with a satisfied grin of pride.

There was a tinge of hesitation in Evie. Two years sober. The aches of days lost to hang overs, her utterly drained body from years of poor sleep, the shell of a person she was as she acted out what was required of her daily. All the lost years after her father’s imprisonment, came back to her. But how foolish would she have to be to pass up the opportunity to drink the wine of the first known civilization? She also just survived being hunted by The Veil’s Marshalls and those inky black malformed creatures. Shit! She deserved this!  

“No need to wait, I’ll take it right now!” She said.

Cyrano stared at her legs. They had gone down somewhat in the half an hour since Araya had applied the charm.

“And there’s absolutely no way to dull the pain?” Cyrano asked Araya.

“I’m afraid not, Master Cyrano. If we were dealing with just the inflammation of Mistress Evie’s muscle fibers then yes of course. However, and forgive me Mistress Evie, but in your inexperienced casting of the Haste Spell you didn’t properly purge the aura, or seal the channels of arcane force. The swelling is also the byproduct of an excess of arcane energies still pouring in, and in accordance with the effect of the spell, at an accelerated rate. The charm does mend the flesh, but also works to expel the excess magical force, and seal these channels so no further damage can be done. Applying any sort of numbing charm would only open more channels, and there is a high probability of them not keeping pace with the channels of the Haste Spell. It would only worsen Ms. Evie’s condition I’m afraid.”

Cyrano sighed and looked back at Evie with remorse.

“I’ll take that wine now.” She chuckled through pained breath.

Araya cleared his throat and the two of them turned to him. “There are other methods I know of. I’d have to check the medicinal gardens on the fourth floor but there may be some poppies that might prove useful. Neighboring tribes during my time used them for both medicinal purposes as well as recreation. I could. . .”

“No.” Evie interceded. She could handle one glass of wine. Opiates would start a whole other snowball she wasn’t ready for. “Just the wine. Thank you.”

 “Very well.” Araya replied coolly. He waved his hand and a clay basin appeared in front of him filled with a carmine-colored red wine. Even several feet away Evie could smell the bouquet. Its ripened plum and cherry notes were uplifted by a grounding woody scent and an airy spice swirled it all into balance. Evie’s mouth began salivating and her heart raced. Araya could witness the ravenous thirst in Evie’s eyes and smiled pleasantly as they carried an already filled clay cup to her.

“This is a vintage from Lord Habuk Telsani’s personal vineyard. A mean spirited greedy man, who mercilessly worked his township to feed his gluttonous appetites. In the night, one of his Chamber Boys slit his throat and, still naked, just walked out of the Lord’s manor. With no consequences at all. Not even his guards felt the need to avenge their lord’s murder. From that act of rebellion the township cultivated the land, without a master, and made some of the finest vintages in all of Petra. Even the land appeared to be grateful of his passing. The clay the basin and cups are made of, also come from that very land.” Araya regaled, as he handed out the clay cups.

Evie swallowed a mouthful, and her mind took a moment to react. It was extraordinary. For a moment she was transported in time to the land the grapes were picked from. It felt revelrous and grateful. A spirit had been maintained in the crafting of this beverage. She could feel the warmth of the sun and the thankfulness hope brought with it. She downed the rest of it and held out her hand for more. Araya cocked his head and looked deeply pleased with her response.

“Sorry, can’t get up at the moment.” Evie said.

Araya motioned his hand and the cup drifted from Evie’s and dipped into the basin. Araya walked up to it and wiped the dripping wine with the cloth on his palms. He walked up to Evie and handed it to her with his head bowed and eyes to the ground. After she took it, he pressed his palms together and said “Thank you for allowing me to serve you.” A soft glow emanated from his pressed palms and when he parted them the wine stains were gone.

 “Please, joins us Araya.” Cyrano requested.

Araya nodded in agreement and waved a hand over the basin. Another clay cup rose from the pool of wine. He covered his hands with excess fabric from his robe and wiped the cup clean with the inner part of it. He took the wine and softly bowed towards Cyrano before taking his original position.

Cyrano chuckled at Araya’s formality.

“You’re a free elf Araya. I’m not your master.” Cyrano reiterated, this time clearly.

Araya smiled and sipped the wine savoring it before swallowing.

“The Cathedral has accepted you as its new master.” He turned to Evie, “I am just as much a part of this place as the walls and ceilings that hold it together. I am eternally bound to it, and serve it, and its master. At our first meeting, your chosen blood brother saw it fit to release me of any servitude. Knowing of their freeing of The Afterworld of Serenity, The Cathedral’s previous home, and witnessing such unwillingness to claim ownership of not just one servant’s life, but an entire realm of the afterlife, I chose to serve him.” Araya turned back to Cyrano and bowed.

Evie’s eyes were wide with disbelief. Araya took another sip and spoke up to help clarify the confusion in Evie’s mind.

“The Afterworld of Serenity serves as the immediate destination for the souls of people who never accomplished anything of repute in life. These are neither good nor bad persons. Forgive me, are you aware of the hierarchy of the twelve afterworlds and The Divine?” Araya paused before continuing.

Evie didn’t register the question. 

Cyrano freed an entire world of people? She thought. 

She was staring at him and the stark difference in not just his appearance, but how he held himself, finally sunk in. He stood with his chest out and shoulders back with an almost militant air of confidence. Only when he addressed her did the meek teenager she knew reflect back to her. The fear from earlier today, of when she saw him marching towards her in that feral looking armor, came back to her. She was certain he was there to end her. Some leader amongst those malformed humanoid creatures who slaughtered the Veil’s Marshalls and chased her through the burning wood. After Cyrano removed his helmet, the wellspring of reprieve and blissful thanks at seeing her dead friend again overwhelmed her even now. Not friend. We swore an oath. We’re family. She thought.

“You died.” She whimpered through tears.

Cyrano looked up from his cup. He extended his arm out for Araya to take it and in the same movement began towards Evie. Araya held their hand out and the cup floated into it. Cyrano knelt before Evie and clasped her hand.

“I didn’t. No. Well, its . . . strange.” Cyrano fumbled. They still didn’t know where to start. They kissed her hand and all the love he had held for her over the past fourteen years came pouring out. Evie held her hand against Cyrano’s tear covered face.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” Cyrano cried as he tried to wipe the tears from his face.   

“You still apologize too much C.” She teased and stroked the side of his face, avoiding wiping away any tears.

Araya released Cyrano’s cup and it took its new station floating above the center of the basin. Without asking, Araya ushered Evie’s cup from her hand and it joined Cyrano’s above the carmine-colored wine. The initial distress at the cup leaving her was quickly replaced by the touch of her sibling. She mouthed a thank you to Araya and Araya nodded in response. His eyes wandered away from the intimate reunion to the library adjacent to them. A six story rotunda filled with books spanning ten thousand years. Many civilizations forgotten to most but preserved and protected in this Cathedral. He took one more look at the two chosen siblings, bound by blood magic, and the near whole of history beside them. He closed his eyes in thanks and walked away.

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[theswarmanthology]

Kirsten, 29, Chicago

"I was a lot more active in the fan communities when I was younger (right around the time The Black Parade was released was the peak of my involvement in the fandom). I still follow a lot of MCR blogs on tumblr, but I’m not nearly as engaged with other fans online as I used to be."

Fast Facts: How long have you been a fan?: 9+ years Did you get to see MCR live before this tour?: No, this tour was my first time seeing MCR How many shows on this tour did you attend in total?: 1 Favorite album: The Black Parade Show experience out of 10: 10 Did you cry at your show?: I'm still crying right now

Which date of the tour did you attend? 09/16/22, Riot Fest, Chicago

When did you get your tickets for your show? Was it a struggle, or were they easy to grab? I got my ticket in January 2020 as soon I could after the Summoning video. Since it was a festival, it was a lot easier (and cheaper) to get a ticket than other venues that I saw prices for.

Did you attend with anyone else? Yep! I went with my friend Steph, and we actually met online about 17-18 years ago and became friends because of MCR!

What did you wear? A Black Parade tshirt and shorts!

Where were your seats? About 20 yards from the stage, sort of in between Gerard and Ray.

What was your favorite song(s) from the setlist they played at your show? Mama was INCREDIBLE! But also I sobbed during The Foundations of Decay. Yknow, emotions.

What song were you most hoping to hear? Did you get to hear it? I was hoping for something off of Conventional Weapons, and they played Boy Division!

What was your favorite moment from the show? The first chorus of Foundations. I didn’t realize I was actively crying until that point. I’ve been so close to being able to see MCR live at several points since I started listening to them, but this was the first time in almost 20 years of being a fan that I’ve actually been able to go to one of their shows. It was phenomenal. Also seeing Gerard come out in the trench coat and dress…SO GOOD. A+ outfit choice.

What was the most unexpected moment from the show? Cancer wasn’t originally on the set list for the night, but Gerard came back on stage and sang it!

Did you snag any merch? What pieces? The Boy Zone shirt and a Thank You For The Venom tote bag.

Many fans describe seeing MCR live as feeling like coming home. Did you experience anything like that at your show? Live music has always felt like home to me. When I saw them, it was kind of a double whammy of “oh wow, I’m here, they’re here, this is it,” but also, this was the first concert I’ve been to since 2019. I’ve missed live music terribly the last few years and it felt so good to feel the bass beating inside my chest. It felt like this was exactly where I needed to be in the world.

If you could change one thing about your show experience, what would it be? I wish there had been more hydration stations at Riot Fest! There was only one water refill station, and it was on the opposite end of the park from where MCR was onstage.

Has your perspective or opinion about the band changed since seeing them on this tour? If so, in what way? Seeing them live has only made me love them more. Also getting to see Ray smiling on stage in person?! The absolute JOY that man radiates?!?! Perfection. Life changing.

What advice would you give to people seeing My Chemical Romance in the future? Not to sound too much like a hippie, but just forget about everything else happening when you see them and let the music take you over.

Anything we didn't ask that you feel obliged to share or talk about? New album WHEN???

Thanks, Kirsten! Her Tumblr handle is @m0stlyvoidpartiallystars.

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[therkildsenbjerre7]

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