#i'm going to have to just finish up the simpler one because the damn thing's due tomorrow night

[cosmos-coma]

What do you think witchers will do when reader somehow ✨️falls✨️ into the Witcher universe? I'm just wondering 😂

Oooh, *knuckle crack* here we go. We’re gonna do some bullet points so it’s not too long of a post. Also I’m definitely taking “falling” into literal context. For shits and giggles of course.

Read below the cut!

Geralt

- knowing your luck you probably fall into Geralt while he’s out on a contract.

- He’s out in Skellige, on the outskirts of a coastal town, taking care of a siren nest that got built a little too close. When your dumb ass falls from the sky with a burst of purple energy He hadn’t seen before.

- you fell into the cold ocean water amidst all the fighting, floundering as you were NOT prepared for this. NO SIR, you were reading a book about the Witcher. “Ah, how nice it would be to live in a world like that you whispered.” And GODS BE DAMNED, ONE OF THEM MUST HAVE HEARD YOU.

- after all the threats are taken care of, Geralt helps you further into shore, and wraps you in a spare tunic. His medallion barely hums, left overs from whatever magic must have brought you here. But you seemed human, so no threat there.

- He sounds irritated (as always) but agrees to help you find your way home and help you establish yourself. He swears you’re from Toussiant, based on your... funny clothes for the time period, but no judgement there. You explain to him that you have no home and so he agrees to watch over you for the season, little did he know you would both get too attached to be separated come winter.

Eskel

- With Eskel, you had been feeling rather downtrodden that evening, the world was not going your way and it felt lonely the more you delt with things by yourself. “why couldn’t i have led a simpler life?” you said whistfully, eyes glancing to your Desktop game TW3. “ah, what I wouldn’t give-”

- You didnt have time to finish before you were literally dropped on a broad shouldered man setting up camp in the woods.

- “OOF, FUCK” you yelled, you were definitly gonna have a stiff back tomorrow. and oh... hello... you know this face.

- Eskel is Bewildered because some lady just fell on him in the middle of the woods? but also by your groan of pain he figured you didn’t do this of your own accord. after carefully rolling you off him he tended to any wounds you might have.

- Ever the gentleman, Eskel is, that when you explain that you have nowhere to go he happily offers to let you ride with him until you find a place that you think you’d like to settle down.

- Little did he realize that He was exactly where you’d like to stay. Always.

Lambert

- You appear in the witcher world in what you thought was a dream at first, but the way that the soft moss of the forest floor comes up and slams into your face as you fall into the middle of the woods says other wise. “Fuck that hurt...”

- Lambert, who had been out hunting for dinner around the keep, spied you fall from no where and land with a thud in the moss and pine needles.Quickly riding over on horseback he peers down at you for a bit, making sure you were no threat.

- “What you’re not gonna help a fucking lady up? Rude.” you shunned him and he instantly knew what love was. He led you back to the keep to make sure you were alright and had a place to stay for the coming winter.

- Lambert made sure to bother you all the time then, just so he could hear your snarky remarks back at him. Didn’t stop you from making your own quips and bothering him back though.

- from then on, despite you two relentlessly bothering each other every day, you were inseparable and spent the whole winter together, even heading out on the path together from then on.

#This was actually super fun #I LOVED this please send me more #the witcher #Lambert #witcher lambert #Eskel #Witcher Eskel #Geralt #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #geralt x reader #geralt x y/n #geralt x you #eskel x you #eskel x reader #eskel x y/n #lambert x reader #Lambert x you #Lambert x y/n #My perspectives on geralt shift from the TV and the game #but eskel im 99% imagining game eskel #Lambert too

[nuclearjacks]

13, 15, 23 for ask game 👀

13. A character or ship you haven’t drawn/written for yet but would like to someday?

MegaRod 100%. They're one of my favorite ships in the TF fandom but god I can't believe I've never made content for them ;-;

I have one spicy wip that's been laying around in my folders since 2022, and was going to make a comic for a zine I had to drop out of with hints of MegaRod but it's all stuff I never got around to or never finished. I need to fix that in the future >:)

They are my beloveds who are such beautiful mirrors of one another, on top of I relate so heavily with their characters for one reason or another so they mean a lot to me <3

15. Have you noticed your style change over time?

Absolutely! It's much easier to notice the changes over a larger amount of time like my art now vs my 2021 art. You can see the drastic change in my lineart and especially with my shape work and how saturated my colors are now pictured below vvv

But there's definitely still some changes I've been noticing here and there in the past year, much more subtle and much more gradual. I've been improving on my speed and simplification of designs into my style, especially with Transformers. And I've also been getting a lot better with backgrounds/actually adding backgrounds in now bdavbdkvb not to mention, experimenting with lighting and learning about things like sub-surface scattering, reflective lighting, ambient lighting and a whole bunch of pretty overwhelming concepts tbh sdbksdbv

This year so far has mostly been a lot of experimenting and much more experimenting to come and I'm excited to see what my style evolves into next : )

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

Probably more my understanding of my favorite characters and ships.

I still ADORE MegOp and the mix of tragedy, pining and fluff it is but my understanding and interpretation of their characters has changed drastically from when I first entered this fandom at 18, now 23.

There were definitely influences from my anime fandom days where I thought "Orion is so baby and is a precious cinnamon roll who couldn't hurt a fly, lookit how smol he is with his big beefy warrior boyfriend who protecs him" to "Orion is a capable character who, while naive about the world, could be just as smart as Megatronus and in doing so created a whole other faction that inadvertently worked alongside a corrupt political system that Megatronus was trying to deconsruct" (Also not hating on anyone who still likes character interpretations like the first, it's just not my thing that much anymore personally kjbdvksbv)

I still like the concept of big beefy warrior boyfriend protecting his small librarian (cause c'mon that's just fun ksdbvksdb), but I merge it with my larger understanding of the classism themes, alongside the inherent religious themes of Optimus becoming a Prime that I'm such a bitch for kdbsdkjbv

Same goes for Rodimus in MTMTE. He went from "Haha he's just like me fr, lookit this ADHD baby who can't focus for a second haha he always forgets paperwork and has never done wrong I don't see how someone can hate him" to "Rodimus has done so much wrong and that's what makes him an insanely relatable character. People hate him because he's genuinely fucked up so bad and placed blame on everyone but himself because he wants so badly to be the hero of the story instead of the person everyone sees as the 'fuck up'. The fact he keeps trying to live up to a title that's bullshit and to a person (Optimus) who doubts himself every second of the day and doesn't see how fucked his own lineage actually is because the person he looks up to most is hiding things just like him and has fucked up just like he has, as has every other prime before him. But damn it, he's going to try and do better this time, he has to. Also he's so ADHD-coded it's not even funny."

Tldr: I merge the simpler concepts I loved when I was younger with the more complex concepts I love now that I'm older to create a nuanced narrative of the characters and their relationships while being a self indulgent fangirl skbgsbbihuft

#long post #fandom ask game #transformers #maccadams

[empty-pizza]

thoughts on nona the ninth chapters twenty-four and twenty-five

PALAMEDES FUCKING TOOK THE BODY

HOLY SHIT

HE DID IT

HE COMPLETED THE NERD TO JOCK TRANSITION

we might be able to find gideon's body soon. can't wait to find out that none of this works as we expected.

maybe if ianthe read more novels about plucky youths with the power of logic she would have beaten palamedes in the mental battle

so pyrrha suspected nona was dying. honestly i've really enjoyed the way that nona is just, a kind of being that engages with life differently. aware of her own mortality in a way most humans aren't, yet enjoying every moment she can and always curious about the next moment.

damn we really might be about to find the body. key to a door, last thing left of wake, and possibly nona.

lol the blood wards are so weak they could only even kill one of nona's hands

hey it's her

got that potentially selfcest kiss in

kinda anticlimactic

is what i said until i finished the chapter what the FUCK gideon is here what the FUCK bingus bongus zinkus zonkus idk where this is going now, so maybe Nona really is just Harrow's mind in a weird state, or maybe she's Something Else, who fucking knows

let's read the next one

this is

gideon with more confidence than usual, i think, maybe, i dunno, it's been a while. i guess she kinda wasn't allowed to be outgoing during most of book 1 but idk. it's still a weird level of confidence for the situation. or not. idk.

so john just

brought gideon back

and this entire time she's just been hanging around as the daughter of big g

this makes me kind of mad, because i think how gideon and john would react to each other is super interesting and i wish we got a book that showed us more of that

but she goes by kiriona gaia now

and she's dead

but like, what

this isn't right

this is not right

the real gideon would care way more about finding harrow again

but what if she does, and this situation is just so fucking weird and i'm missing the contxt

what happened to her

she calls nona a fake nonagesimus

i'm gonna be honest, i like nona more than i like gideon and harrow, so if i have to say goodbye or fuck you to either of the OGs, i'm willing to if it means staying on team nona

gideon would not be this mean to someone as innocent as nona!!! don't tell nona to shut up!

what's going on in the river right now

kiriona wants to go to the ninth?

As emotionally frustrating as this is, I think this is probably the most interesting way to answer the mystery of finding Gideon again. That we find her, but she's not who we wanted her to be anymore. And the question of who Nona is can be something more complicated than just, Gideon or Harrow. A simpler reveal would honestly just feel flat.

her motivation being just to kill the boredom could make sense, but like... she just doesn't feel right. Where's the Gideon that cared?

But did she really ever care about anything that wasn't hot girls, fighting, and Harrow?

Is this how she always looked from the outside?

I don't think so (she wouldn't have been so mean to Nona) but they're questions worth asking. And I believe Nona that Kiriona is lying.

Maybe it's not a real Gideon. Or is intentionally corrupted in some way by John. Maybe this is all part of a big plan to sabotage the attempt to get into the tomb. Give them who they think they need, but she'll betray them.

hmm. can't take her blood. could just be a general defensive measure. or could be a way to force BoE to need to take the woman with them personally.

Honestly though, if we were building to a "not the real gideon" twist, if it was purely a fake, then it would actually try to hide it. I think that, like it or not, this is who John made his daughter into. Dick move ngl.

Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole short life. It made her nearly afraid to die.

damn

man this was some shit

#pizza reads locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb #nona the ninth

[dream-meister-translations]

VELVET CHARACTER CARD #2

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VELVET : In order to be our guild keeper, you must have a more discerning eye. This journey is a good opportunity for you to learn what true entertainment is all about.

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VELVET : Here we are. We'll start with this museum. EMMA : What? But I don't even have a ticket. DIRECTOR OF MUSEUM : Oh, my dear Velvet! Please do take your time and enjoy the exhibition to it's fullest! VELVET : Thank you. EMMA : (They recognized him by his face alone!?)

VELVET : The troupe in today's exhibit has a history that dates way back. The performers are top notch even to this day, and they have only ever used the finest instruments. VELVET : Next up, we have the conductor. His performance is always impressive. EMMA : That sounds wonderful! VELVET : ………. And so, for the next few hours, the two of us indulged in "true entertainment." Dissecting each performance throughout history and everything that made it so special. With a rumble of my stomach, I knew it was time for dinner. OPERA SINGER : Oh! Mr. Velvet! I've heard a lot about you! VELVET : Ah, hello. May I just say, your performance the other night was absolutely wonderful. The vibrato was as deep as the sea. I admire your troupe's ability to stay at the forefront of the field even after so much time. EMMA : (This must be a very famous opera singer. It's impressive how many connections someone as young as Velvet has…) OPERA SINGER : By the way, who is this woman? Ah, she's the new guild keeper of Fata Musica? I just wondered because it's so rare to see you bring anyone to one of the exhibitions. Especially a girl. VELVET : …………. EMMA : (Velvet got so quiet…Should I say something…?) EMMA : Ever since I arrived, Velvet has been spending a lot of time with me. VELVET : ……..!? EMMA : I've only been with Fata Musica for a short time, but still, he's been so considerate and constantly teaching me things. That's why he brought me here. In order to repay that kindness, I'm doing the best I can for the guild. VELVET : Indeed. And I am looking forward to her success. OPERA SINGER : I see. I see. Parting ways with the opera singer, Velvet and I continued our journey through the museum. I was astonished by the depth of his knowledge. He knew every detail about the troupe and the production behind their performances.

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Returning back to Little Garden, the two of us took a moment to watch one of Fata Musica's rehearsals. It started on stage with a spotlight directed at Heath. EMMA : (His music is so delicate and profound…) And then the acting began… SUZUKA : "Are you truly about to give up on your dreams!?" KENT : "I would never give up on my dreams! No matter what!" EMMA : (Suzuka's script combined with Kent's direction is so captivating!) VELVET : This isn't good enough. Kent, you are only following the lines of the script. You're not putting enough emotion into it. And Suzuka this script isn't quite there yet. KENT : Ugh!

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SUZUKA : Hey, Velvet, how does the script look now? VELVET : There are mistakes here. Here. Here. The whole second scene needs rewritten. There is too much dialogue. Make it simpler. SUZUKA : Oh, for heaven's sake, here we go again. I'll have it finished by tomorrow. VELVET : Finish it by the end of the evening, please. SUZUKA : What!? You're crazy!! VELVET : The later we finalize the script, the less time we have to practice. SUZUKA : You know, Velvet, even I need time to think. VELVET : Suzuka, you are capable of doing the script, right? SUZUKA : Damn it! Yeah, I can do it. VELVET : Everybody do your best! Bringing true entertainment to the world is the philosophy of Fata Musica! We must not compromise! FATA MUSICA TROUPE MEMBERS : Yes, sir! VELVET : ……… Even though he looks so young…. EMMA : (It's because of you that we were able to put together such an amazing play.) I was left breathless by the dream world woven in front of my eyes on that stage. And finally I was able to understand firsthand why Velvet was considered a savant.

#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #velvetcards

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 55 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

It continued on like that as a tent was put up around them and people moved in and out.

Yore stayed at Fanner's side.

Fanner was the most important person here right now and the most valuable thing Yore could do was to support him.

Fanner drew energy from the Centaurs first because they were huge and crowded the tent and once he was done with them Libby walked them back to the town.

When she returned, she had Slone and Eleanor with her.

Eleanor, with her iridescent scales, drew the most attention at first but once Slone started shifting back and forth to entertain the guards Reid had posted at the entrance to the tent, she was quickly forgotten.

By all except the medics, that was because Eleanor dove straight into examining patients and giving them tonics and applying ointments.

One of the medics finally approached her, arms folded over his chest and expression closed off.

She ignored the aura of hostility he gave off and chatted as she worked and slowly the medic's guard lowered until they were having a conversation and examining a patient together.

The other medics joined them and before long she was distributing her medicines and giving instructions on how to use them.

Not everything was calm and happy, though.

A few times Yore heard shouting from somewhere in the camp and at one point there was the sound of gunshots.

When Reid returned to the medical tent, his arm was bandaged.

Fanner immediately abandoned what he was doing to go to help him but Reid just shook his head and waved him off.

Reid left again and when he came back half an hour later, he had a group of men with him carrying food which they distributed to everyone in the tent.

Fanner finished healing the man he'd been working on, ate like he was starving, then said he needed to rest and immediately lay down with his head on Yore's lap and fell asleep.

When the man Fanner had just healed vacated the stretcher he'd been resting on, Reid sat down on it and let out a long sigh.

Yore offered him a gentle smile.

"Tough day?"

"I'm still alive, so I won't complain. There's a definite chance I get strung up by my neck before dawn. Committing mutiny on a whim tends to cause some problems."

"Well, I hope you know that, no matter what happens, we appreciate what you're doing for us."

"Tell that to my swinging corpse."

Reid looked down at where Fanner was fast asleep in Yore's lap and smiled.

"He's doing half the work. One of the men has been singing his praises since Fanner fixed him up. Not just about Fanner saving his life, either. He's been damn near ranting about how sweet Fanner is to anyone who'll listen and quite a few who won't."

"Well, he's my sweet boy, so..."

"I don't think he meant it like that. Just... how kind Fanner was to him, you know? A lot of them realise they don't deserve it, considering the ways they came about their injuries."

"I knew Fanner's brother long before I met Fanner and his brother always described him as charming. When I first met Fanner, I thought that didn't really describe him but the more time I spend around him, the more I come to understand what his brother meant. It's not that he's a talented flirt or social manipulator. It's that he's sincerely likeable. He could make anyone want to protect him."

"What I'm doing would be simpler if that were true but we don't need to convince everyone," Reid said.

"Just enough that anyone who isn't convinced doesn't really matter."

"Sympathy isn't the only angle here. Pragmatically speaking, trying to fight us would be bad. You don't know half of what we can do but if we can knock your entire army out for twenty minutes, nothing else really matters. You lose every time."

"That's true. The challenging part is that a surprising number of people are both cruel and stupid. There seems to be a considerable overlap between the two traits."

"I'm glad you're not either of those."

"Hmm," Reid said.

"Well, if you expect too much from any of us, you'll be disappointed. I was here to fight a war. Nothing more noble than that. These men who your sweet boy is trying to win over got their injuries in less than noble fights."

"People can change."

"Over the course of just a few minutes or hours?"

"Often, yes. Most decisions are made with emotion. Logic is the veneer we wrap it up in afterwards to make ourselves feel better. And emotion... that can happen lightning fast."

"I suppose that's true. It was seeing that vision of that slave being beaten that convinced me, which isn't exactly rational. It wasn't like I had been previously unaware that people beat and raped their slaves."

Another shouted conversation started up outside and Reid sighed and dragged himself to his feet.

"Duty calls. Thanks for the conversation."

"Good luck."

Fanner slept for another half hour and when he woke it was with eyes that slowly blinked open and then squeezed shut again as he yawned.

Yore combed strands of golden hair away from his face.

"I think we should call it a night."

"But there's still people," Fanner grumbled, his words mumbling together.

"Eleanor's been helping. She can take care of them until you've rested."

Fanner yawned again and when he stretched, he seemed sluggish and uncomfortable.

"Okay."

Yore tried to help him to his feet but it soon became clear that Fanner was in no state for walking.

Yore lifted him into his arms and Fanner wrapped an arm around his neck and buried his face against his shoulder.

On his way out, Yore gave Libby a nod.

She would let everyone know what was happening.

When they left the tent, a few of the guards outside broke off and walked with them.

Some of the looks they got as they made their way through the camp were less friendly than others but nobody confronted them.

The guards left them at the edge of camp and Yore carried Fanner across the grass and up the hill on his own.

Fanner hadn't moved or said a word the whole time.

Yore wasn't even sure he was still awake.

Despite the late hour, most of the houses they passed on their way through the town still had lights on.

Nobody was sleeping tonight.

When they reached The Spire, one of the Orc guards gave Fanner a pat on the top of his head, so careful and gentle that Fanner probably barely felt it even if he was awake.

Yore gave the Orc a smile and carried Fanner inside.

When Yore laid Fanner down on the bed and started taking his boots off, Fanner woke up enough to yawn and murmur.

Yore helped him out of the rest of his clothes and then tucked him into bed.

Yore slipped in beside him and Fanner immediately rolled over, burying his face against Yore's shoulder and then didn't move again.

Yore hadn't thought he'd be able to sleep but the sound of Fanner's gentle breathing lulled him off.

[slyttherins]

Quidditch camp (part 2) | Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: You and Fred attend quidditch camp like every summer, but, this year, there’s been a mistake in the cabin and rooming situations. In other words, they’re short of bed and you and Fred will have to share.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1800

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You hadn't talked to - or even looked at - Fred since the kiss.

Once you pulled away from the kiss, you had made a beeline for the bathroom, no longer caring that there was no hot water. A cold shower would do you good - and it was apparently very beneficial for the skin.

Anything to not be in the same room as him.

At supper, you sat with Angelina and Katie. You talked about the afternoon training session, which will cause your legs to ache in the morning and the latest gossip going around in the girls' cabin. Apparently, a girl had snuck into Cedric Diggory's cabin last night - according to Angelina the suspect was Cho Chang - and Madam Hooch was furious.

Most importantly, you didn't tell them what happened at the cabin.

Unconsciously, as Katie was telling you about a new broomstick trick she learned this afternoon, your eyes drifted to the redhead Beater - and the kiss you had shared. The same kiss that had left you wanting more.

Although Fred was three tables away from you, you could still feel his hands on you, strong and firm but not too rough, smell his woody soap and hear the soft sounds of appreciation leaving both your mouths as his warm tongue slipped past your lips and easily found yours. You couldn't believe you had let it escalate to that. At least no clothes had been removed - Fred was just in his shorts, but it still counted.

.

After supper, you left and went to your cabin, faking a headache. You'd usually follow the girls to their cabin and hang out until curfew, but not tonight. You needed time to think and, most importantly, get your mind off of Fred Weasley. Perhaps reading a book would help?

That didn't work for long because the twins walked in the cabin less than twenty minutes later, laughing about some prank they had pulled on one of the younger campers.

''It was brilliant, Freddie! Who knew Chambers could scream that high pitched,'' George said, talking about the prank.

''That image is forever engraved in my mind. Spiders! Spiders! They're gonna get in my pants!'' Fred mocked, imitating Chambers. ''It was hilarious.''

''How did you find so many spiders?''

''There's a whole colony behind Ron's cabin. I lured them into a cup and-'' Fred stopped himself when seeing you on the bed, his mood dropping and changing.

''Hey, Y/N,'' George greeted with a smile, going to his side of the cabin. ''You're here early.''

''I wasn't feeling good. I think it's the heat,'' you explained. If you were consistent with your lie and told everyone the same thing, no one would suspect it was a lie.

''Well, get some rest. Tomorrow's game day. We play against the Phoenixes.'' George fished for his toiletries and slung his towel on his shoulder. ''I'm gonna shower.'' He looked between you and Fred. ''Try to not kill each other while I'm in there, alright?''

Fred sat on his brother's bed and waited until the shower was running to speak. ''So...are we going to talk about it?''

''Talk about what?'' you asked, faking ignorance.

Fred gave you a stern look. ''Don't play that game, Y/L/N.''

You sighed. Forgetting it happened would've been so much simpler.

It's not like the kiss meant anything. It was just that, a kiss. There was no need to make a fuss about it.

''There's nothing to talk about.'' You closed your book and stood, slipping on your shoes and headed outside for a walk.

''Where are you going? I thought you had a headache.''

''I do, but hearing your voice makes it worse.''

.

The match against the Phoenixes was not going well.

McLaggen was sick, therefore he was sitting out this one, which left his keeper position to one of the younger - and less skilled, campers. Much to their bad luck, the young boy had let in five goals in a row. Five! He was probably nervous for his first time on the field, but five goals was a lot of points.

You were scheming the field, trying to spot the snitch, but, much to your luck, the only thing in your vision field was Fred's abs - which was distracting. To your defense, it was Fred's fault for bringing the bottom of his quidditch jersey up to his face to wipe away sweat. The little fucker also purposely flexed his abs a little every time he did it. You tried to look away, but those abs were difficult to look away from. Damn you, Fred Weasley!

Fred's exibitionist manners caused you to miss the snitch and, by the time you had snapped out of your staring, Cho had caught the snitch.

.

''Maybe McLaggen is right. Maybe we should fuck,'' Fred declared after the match, removing his protective gear.

You almost sputtered your water all over yourself. ''Excuse me?'' you asked, hoping you had heard wrong.

''You and me. We should fuck.''

A laugh left your lips. ''Did a bludger hit your head?''

''You were looking at me, weren't you? That's why you didn't see the snitch.'' A smug smile curled on his face. ''Do you have a crush on me, Y/L/N?''

''Wow, that bludger must've hit your head really hard, uh?''

''I'm not going to tell the team...if you accept to have sex with me.''

What?! You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

''Are you blackmailing me into having sex with you? You know that's sextortion, right?''

Fred shook his head. ''No. I'm saying, it's been proven that sex raises endorphins and other hormones that boost mood. Perhaps if we release those good hormones we won't be at each other's throat and picking fights during games...or staring at the other. It would be for the team's sake.''

You scoffed. ''The team's or your dick's sake?''

''I'm being serious, Y/N. Think about it.''

.

The time had been set. Friday, during the campfire, while everyone's attention would be occupied, you and Fred would slip to your shared cabin and...do it.

You didn't want to let it get to your mind, but it was all you could think about throughout the day. While the plan could work and ease the tension between you two, there was a possibility that the sex would go wrong - or be bad - and make things worse inside the team. You were also worried that it would be awkward afterward or that Fred would tell everyone.

During seeker training, you weren't flying your best. Madam Hooch had noticed that your mind was elsewhere and questioned you about it. You lied about not getting enough sleep the night prior and vowed to not stress yourself over tonight.

It was only a big deal if you made it one, right? To prove yourself, you didn't dress special - other than matching your underwear to your bra. It was just Fred, you didn't need to impress him. You didn't even put on lipgloss!

You started with kisses, slowly getting comfortable with each other, but quickly wanting more. His ginger hair smelled of smoke from the campfire and his lips tasted something sweet - roasted marshmallows. You hummed, slipping your hands under his shirt, feeling the curves of his abs and back. Merlin, you loved those.

''Did you lock the door?'' you asked, not wanting to be walked in on by any of your cabin buddies.

Fred hesitated and you sighed, going to lock it yourself.

When you returned to Fred, he had discarded his shirt, leaving him shirtless and you had to hold yourself back from biting your lip. Damn, that body.

Seeing as it was unfair that he was the only one who had taken off clothes, Fred helped you take off your top. You should've felt exposed, but it wasn't the first time he saw you in a bra and it wasn't much different than bikini tops, right? But, this bra was a little sexier than the sports bra you usually wore and, by the look Fred was giving you and your body, he didn't hate it.

''Ohh, I didn't know you owned other things than sports bras, Y/L/N,'' he teased, gliding the pad of his finger on the edge of the black lace.

You swatted him and he laughed.

His lips found their way back to yours, hands exploring each other's bodies. You felt the backs of your legs hit his bed and fell back onto it due to a not-so-gentle shove from Fred. You narrowed your eyes, but Fred joined you, crawling on top of you.

Small moans left your lips as he kissed the side of your neck and your hands went to his hair, keeping him there. He was probably going to give you a bruise and it could be a bitch to cover up, but you'll worry about that later.

No. No more kisses. You were running tight on time.

You snapped out of your bubble and pulled Fred off of your neck. If you wanted to be finished before anyone realized you two had vanished from the campfire, you needed to get straight to business and not fool around too much.

Sparing you both some time, you arched your back off of the mattress and unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. You took a mental note to pick it up later to not give Oliver another reason to complain about sharing his cabin with a girl.

As you laid there, topless under Fred, the boy couldn't help but stare at your breasts, hunger in his eyes. He bit his lip and covered them both with his large hands, thumb brushing against one of your nipples, watching it harden.

''Weasley! Less ogling, more fucking. We don't have all night.''

.

''If you talk to anyone about this-'' you warned, pulling on your denim shorts and buttoning the button.

Fred emerged from the bathroom, having discarded the proof of your sexual intercouse at the bottom of the trash to cover your tracks. You couldn't let any of the boys see the used condom.

He scoffed. ''Don't flatter yourself, this was nice, but I'd rather no one knows.''

Was he embarrassed of having slept with you? It couldn't be. It was his idea - technically it was McLaggen's - to have sex.

''Because, you know, we'd get in trouble if Madam Hooch found out,'' he continued explaining, slipping on his shirt and running his hand through his hair to fix them.

Yeah, sure. That was the reason.

Everyone knew having sex on campsite was strictly forbidden and had great consequences - aka, sitting out matches - if Madam Hooch found out, but that didn't stop campers from sneaking around and doing it.

''I mean, it was fun, but you're not worth sitting out matches for.''

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #quidditch camp #harry potter #harry potter prompts #this one is a bit shorter but there WILL be a part 3

[aye-write]

Hi, Aye-write! I'm wondering if you have any advice on preparing contest submissions! (I suppose it could work for publishing submissions too) I've already put out a request for beta-readers, but there are also the jitters to tend to! I wonder if you have any tips to help writers feel more confident in their work so they can accept critiques without abandoning a story out of shame hehe

Hi nonnie! Thank you for your question, and apologies for the delay in getting it out to you, life has been whacking me over the head with a great big stick lately xP

Congratulations for taking the steps to submit for contests/publishing etc! It's a huge achievement and you should be very proud of yourself!

As for dealing with accepting critiques, that's something that I personally had to overcome so I'll share a couple of the things that helped me:

1. You are not the only one going through this Every writer, from the most popular bestsellers to the youngest of the newbies, will have gone through exactly what you are going through. Constructive criticism can be hard to take sometimes, but every writer will experience it. Every writer has had thoughts of "I'm not good enough". Every writer has worried they won't achieve their dreams. The things you are feeling are normal. Read about other writers and how they felt on their writing journey. You are not alone.

2. Think about what you've achieved What do sending to betas, submitting to comps, and querying for publication all have in common? They all require something finished. Don't forget, before you send out your work, you have completed this piece of work*. You have made something from nothing. Something exists in the world because of you. That is a tremendous achievement and is a step that so many writers don't reach. You have already done something incredible by finishing. Be confident with that.

If you can, leave your work alone for a while. A week maybe, longer if possible. Then go back and read it again. You will be reading your work with fresh eyes. You will see it more like the way a reader sees it. Distance is important with your work. Don't put your blinkers on. Take time to experience your work and enjoy it. Read it for pleasure. Gush about it to your friends. Make moodboards and aesthetics, AUs and playlists, just really enjoy it. If you love your work, that is what matters. Rejection and concrit should not have the power to take that away from you.

* - If you have not finished a work before, in any capacity, if you haven't taken a piece of writing from inception to completion, stop what you're doing and FINISH something. You will learn more from starting and finishing one short story than you ever will for starting countless WIPs and never finishing them.

3. Recognise that good feedback is there to help you We all have that little dream of giving something to someone to read and them immediately going "I love it all, don't change a damn thing". But while that's lovely and affirming, is it really helpful? Are you learning anything? Are you growing and developing your skills as a writer by only getting positive things? Humans learn and grow by making mistakes. By trying things. Maybe they don't work, maybe we adapt and try again. So we might not like that little red pen or comment box when we open up our feedback, but it's like manure. It's there to help you grow.

Now, this hinges on the possibility that you get good feedback. And good feedback is like gold dust to writers. If you find a beta-reader that gives you good feedback, for God's sake, hang onto them. If they're someone who can tell you things that you NEED to hear, if they're someone that can explain and back up their reasons for not liking something/suggesting a change, then yes, you want to keep them in your circle. But what about bad feedback? And I don't just mean feedback that is purely negative - "This is awful, this is shit, why would you write that?" - because that kind of feedback can be easily put to one side because that is not constructive, it is not helpful, and it has no bearing on your or your talent as a writer.

Bad feedback can also be about other things. And this is where picking good betas comes in. If your prose is very lyrical and flowery, and you give your book to someone who likes straightforward writing, perhaps their feedback of "make the prose simpler" is not valuable. That's a preference. Not to say that your writing is bad, it just might not vibe with them. It might not be their cup of tea. Picking a beta that vibes with your style is important. So, if your flowery prose lover beta comes to you with a concern that your prose is complex, that may be worth listening to.

And what happens if you get bad feedback? Well, nothing, really. You might lick your wounds a little bit, but here's the thing. You do not have to listen to all feedback. You do not have to do what your betas want. A good beta will work with you to create the story you want. A bad beta will try to turn your story into the story they want.

4. Rejection is not personal Rejection is not personal. Yes, it feels like it is, sometimes, but it's not. Think about it this way. Someone brings you some desserts to judge at a fair. They're all beautifully made, made with high-quality ingredients, look fantastic, etc. But the problem is... one of the desserts is made with apples. You don't like apples. So you might not give that one a prize, no matter how nice it looks or how tasty it is. It's the same with querying/publishing. Being rejected may not be any indication of the quality of your product. It's just that you gave apples and the judge likes oranges.

It is important to remember that this is just one opinion. Sticking with the dessert metaphor, next year, the judge on the panel loves apples. You submit your same apple dessert and they love it. First prize. Remember, if you are rejected, that is one opinion. And it is not about you, the writer. It is not personal. Agents/competition hosters see hundreds, if not thousands of WIPs in a year. Rejection can't be personal because they don't know you. They are judging your work - and at that, only a tiny percentage of your work.

5. Don't give up! If you are rejected, if you do get bad critique, if the voice in your head tells you that your writing is worthless, allow yourself to feel those feelings. Allow them to exist. And then pick yourself up and keep going. You are the only one who can tell YOUR stories. It is 100% okay to be sad/mad/etc., if you get a rejection but use those emotions to motivate yourself to keep going. Remember the growth mindset. It's a no this time. It's not yes yet. Every no is one step closer to a yes. It might be a no this time, but next time could be yes.

Remember: it only takes one yes.

#writing #writeblr #writing advice

[shinjinsofthemultiverse]

Mirai Timeline Confusion

The more I think about the mirai timeline where every Supreme Kai in universe 7 died before the Goku Black arc, the more I realized how messed up it was for Super to introduce a character that literally erased Trunk's U7 (or an entire timeline) because Mr. Walking Time Aberration of a "protagonist" tried to use a "call god" card to fix a problem he caused.

And it backfired badly.

I don't fault new plot device characters like the Angels, Zen-oh, Hakishins, etc. for existing and being stronger than the protagonist. It's actually good to have characters that are meant to be stronger (Whis seemed to have no issues training two saiyans and it makes sense since he trained Beerus to get to where he is based off his caliber shown in anime,movie, and the manga even though I haven't read enough of Super Manga yet to make solid conclusion)

I just find it weird they try to act like time police but then you have a hakaishin unintentionally cause a split timeline to happen from trying to destroy a rogue kai er shinjin. I like dose of character flaws, don't get me wrong. Even like how Goku pulling the "getting a divine character's help" card just makes things worse instead of better.

But, it really goes to show how much damage it is to let a walking time aberration continue to be a protagonist, to a point where a support character had to be the one to save everyone in the tournament of power. Damn 17 proved how stupid the erasing ability is by being able to wish back character Zen-Oh erased with the Super Dragonballs.

I feel like DragonBall (Super) would've been simpler if they kept things at a creation and/or destruction level and not introduce "erase" as a concept altogether. Especially when a wish granting item can undo an "omnipotent character's" erases.

By the way, this is not a Goku bashing post. The character himself has shown times of accepting his death before, case in point cell games when he tried to move imperfect cell's self destruct body elsewhere and when he had no issues with trapping his brother, Raditz, in a hold and Piccolo dealing a finishing blow with Special Beam Cannon.

It's just Super makes it very clear that they really think Goku is the type to "call god" to fix problems vs Goku always tackling conflicts head on since a very young age in Dragon Ball.

I'm going to be blunt when I say this. The fun I enjoyed seeing in Super, was King kai, the angels, supreme kais, and hakaishins. Like those characters and the characters (17, 18, Krillin, Yamcha, etc.) that don't get much spotlight compared to the two Saiyans are fun to see. It would be nice to see the Angels, Hakaishin, and Supreme Kais again post tournament of power.

But, I know chances of that are pretty slim since focus goes back to U7 for obvious reasons. One day I'll try to catch up with Super content. But, current priority is budgeting and purchasing second-hand completed manga titles and immersifying in language learning that way.

#📜headcanons📜 #📜universe 7 headcanons📜 #🌌outside the world core🌌

[flourchildwrites]

It’s an ordinary Tuesday for most of the hospital occupants as well as the passersby scurrying on the street below. As Rei ends her call with a reputable cab company, she gazes out the window to watch their comings and goings one last time. From the comfort of her windowsill, she likes to imagine the colorful lives they lead in contrast to the hospital's endless reserve of rooms drenched in muted earth tones. The exception is, as always, a vibrant arrangement of Japanese gentians that sits in her windowsill, sticking out like a sore thumb.

But this Tuesday is different. Her doctors say that this day marks a milestone in her recovery. For what it’s worth, Rei is inclined to agree. She’s packing her bags to leave the hospital. Unlikely though it once seemed, Mrs. Todoroki is going home.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationships & Characters: Todoroki Rei/Todoroki Enji, Himura Family, Todoroki Family, Todoroki Shouto

Genre: Flashbacks, Parent-Child Dynamics, Healing, Hopeful Ending

Trigger Warnings: Implied/Referenced Canonical Child and Spousal Abuse

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2,993 words (Complete)

A/N: I'm so excited to share the fic I wrote for @todofamzine! I would like to thank the Winter Dawn mod team for being the best damn moderators I have ever worked with and @robinoxel for collabing with me and creating art of Rei to go along with the fic which you can find here. This fic was written before the recent chapters featuring the Todoroki family were published. I did my best to imagine what might have happened during Rei and Enji's past, and any canonical divergence you see is just that: canonical divergence coming from a simpler time. Flashbacks are in italics. I hope you enjoy this fic!

Home is a curious concept for Rei Todoroki. For the better part of a decade, she’s passed her time in a series of well-furnished hospital rooms with bland walls and bleached sheets. Her accommodations are not so cold as to be unwelcoming: extra blankets and plush pillows are a perk of her long penance, not to be taken for granted in spaces like these. But the walls are nearly bare, every wire is tethered taut, and someone somewhere is always—always—watching.

Oddly enough, she’s going to miss that.

It’s an ordinary Tuesday for most of the hospital occupants as well as the passersby scurrying on the street below. As Rei ends her call with a reputable cab company, she gazes out the window to watch their comings and goings one last time. From the comfort of her windowsill, she likes to imagine the colorful lives they lead in contrast to the hospital's endless reserve of rooms drenched in muted earth tones. The exception is, as always, a vibrant arrangement of Japanese gentians that sits in her windowsill, sticking out like a sore thumb.

But this Tuesday is different. Her doctors say that this day marks a milestone in her recovery. For what it’s worth, Rei is inclined to agree. She’s packing her bags to leave the hospital. Unlikely though it once seemed, Mrs. Todoroki is going home.

What she will find waiting on the other side of the recovery divide is still a mystery.

Rei folds her life into two suitcases. One shirt and a pair of pants lay neatly on top of the open case, but beneath the surface, she allows some disorder. The hairbrush she used this morning is stuffed in the middle. Prescription bottles with rattling pills hide between layers of cloth, and there are deep wrinkles in the fabric below, not unlike the tired lines etched under her middle-aged eyes. She’s almost finished, almost ready to relegate the sterile smell of the hospital to nothing more than a memory, but there’s one last thing to pack.

Some of her photographs are framed; others are faded. A few photos are torn, and still, there’s the odd bit of charring on the edges of one or two pictures, courtesy of young Touya’s wild ways. Rei can’t help but smile at her collection of fond memories.

Her eyes flit to an old, framed newspaper clipping, and echoes of Rei’s glory days wrap around her like a favorite cardigan. In the picture, her stance is commanding; her arms are outstretched. A sheet of ice streams from her fingertips as her pale hair fans out from the force of the chilly blast. The sidekick Frostbyte is strong and vivacious, a match for any villain she might encounter in the small locality she protects. The headline beneath her picture speaks volumes: New Sidekick Frostbyte Freezes Crime Rates!

It’s a warm memory, something Rei wants to tuck in her chest and carry with her wherever she roams. She picks up the frame and places it safely in the top compartment of her baggage. Another image, a picture already tucked in her suitcase, draws her attention.

Rei doesn’t know why she keeps the picture. She isn’t sure why Fuyumi pulled the image from the family albums for her in the first place. Perhaps both Todoroki women are sentimental for what was and what might have been. Looking at the staged photograph now, Rei sees hope in the lineless eyes of her younger self, a blushing, traditional bride in a pure white shiromuku. And there’s Enji by her side, a tall, prideful hero made uncomfortable by the humble formality of the Shinto shrine.

The smile fades from Rei’s face; it is replaced by well-earned worry lines as she glances sideways at the blue flowers on her windowsill. She’ll never know how Frostbyte appeared on Enji’s bride-to-be radar. Neither will she ever be certain if her family, eager to capitalize on her early success as a sidekick and drowning in debt, put her profile into the matchmaker’s hands. Either way, the request was made and answered before the young woman could give her blessing.

Looking back, it feels like their first meeting happened lifetimes ago, as if the entire event is witnessed through a pane of frosted glass. But Rei remembers every detail, down to the tea stains on her mother’s best table cloth and the nervous buzz in the pit of her stomach. The scene plays out as though she is on the outside looking in, forever separated from the optimistic young woman she used to be.

...

The Todoroki family seems pleased.

In between courses, Rei’s mother hisses this sentiment in her daughter’s ear. Her father sits politely through dinner, speaking when spoken to and wearing his deference on his sleeve. Enji appears to be nice, though fixated on his work and the pro hero rankings. His mother and father are cordial, especially considering their lofty status; however, their impeccable etiquette is not important. The Todoroki family fortune is the reason her mother and father agreed to this meeting.

The older couples beam at their children when, somehow, dinner devolves into dessert. Their eager matchmaker announces that Rei and Enji should spend a few moments alone to speak candidly about dating with marriage (and children) in mind. Rei, for one, isn’t sure how to feel. She cannot know how a conversation of this nature is supposed to go.

Nevertheless, she stays the course and flashes Enji an accommodating smile as they take a seat on the bench in her family’s small garden. The summer heat does not agree with Rei, but her favorite flowers, bell-shaped blossoms the color of sapphires, are in bloom. They bring her comfort, and Rei doesn’t hesitate to tell Enji that these are her favorite to jumpstart the obligatory small talk.

He doesn’t respond in kind.

“I saw your rescue in Hasetsu,” the young man observes, changing the topic. “The way you fortified the building with your ice quirk was impressive, and I understand there were no casualties.”

Rei does not reply. She merely nods in assent, wondering if he really wants to talk about the ins and outs of their careers when marriage is on the table. For the first time, she glances upward and looks at Enji Todoroki. Impressive height, flaming hair, and cerulean eyes speak for themselves, but there’s also a hint of something sweet and smoldering in the night air that’s coming from him. There’s no denying that the rising pro hero is, as the tabloid papers are fond of saying, a hot commodity.

But the blush that dusts Rei’s cheeks isn’t only from physical attraction, nerves, or the thick material of her best dress. There are worries and concerns, curiosities that Rei thinks should be sated. Her thoughts spill from her lips before she can catch them.

“Why me?” she asks, bolder because of the plum wine passed around the dinner table. “You’re Endeavor. Surely, you have people lining up to-”

“Did no one speak to you about this before our meeting?” Enji interrupts.

The grin wilts from Rei’s face. “What do you mean?”

Enji sighs. He stands and steps forward; his figure illuminates, outshining the moon. His glow erupts into a burst of hellfire, and Enji’s arms are engulfed. The sleeves of his fine suit are ruined, but he doesn’t appear to care. Rei is startled, yet she only feels a gentle heat radiating from the star before her. Enji’s command of his quirk is incredible.

“Power like this comes with a cost,” he remarks bluntly.

He turns to face Rei, and the blaze surrounding his arms contracts, burning brighter. When Enji grimaces, her eyes widen with the realization that he is overheating.

Rei can relate.

“With a quirk like this, my body can only withstand the heat for so long. I assume that it is the same for you and your ice.”

The puzzle pieces connect as reality settles on her shoulders. Their pairing isn’t about temperament so much as temperature; their powers are polar opposites that cancel and complement. Enji reaches out to take Rei’s hand, and instinctively, she drops her body temperature to combat his blaze. Frost meets hellfire, steam rises, and the garden is flooded with fury. When the cloud clears, Rei and Enji remain hand-in-hand. No burns. No ice.

But it is neither luck nor good fortune. It is calculated equilibrium, a quirk marriage through and through.

...

She remembers that there were three dates, three opportunities to be seen and photographed at hotspots near his agency and hers. Matching stories were crafted for the hows and whens of their contrived romance. While they dated, the Todoroki family lawyers drafted an airtight prenuptial agreement.

The contract arrived on a Friday evening, Rei recalls, along with a small package that contained an engagement ring worth more than six months of her salary. The advice from her mother was particularly memorable.

...

“Answer him,” her mother’s voice pleads. “The sooner, the better. Remember your family is counting on y-”

Rei stops the answering machine. She doesn’t need to hear the rest. The older woman’s lecturing tone grates on Rei’s nerves. The pressure from her father is more subtle, but it’s still there. She isn’t sure where the family debt came from; however, she doubts that the schools she attended were inexpensive. Plus, her mother never hesitates to tell her that she should give them more of her paycheck, though the salary of a sidekick is barely enough.

She rolls her weary eyes and tosses the package on the low table of her small living space. Paperwork spills across the surface; the ring box nearly falls to the floor. Rei wants nothing more than to sink into her futon until her next shift rolls around. But Endeavor is not a patient person.

Rei runs through her internal debate once more.

True enough, Enji will be hard-pressed to find a better match than Rei, not for the ends he has in mind—a child with a combination of their quirks. Likewise, Rei knows that she will never rise as high as him on the hero billboard chart. It’s not that she doesn’t want to make a difference, but her countenance is naturally understated. Rei would like to live a quiet life, helping others and supporting her family.

And someday, she’d like to have children too.

Yet, the possibility of a loveless marriage is a difficult pill to swallow, especially since the concept of romance is nebulous in Rei’s mind. Her parents swear that love can take root and grow with time, and Enji is nothing if not dedicated to his goals. Moreover, Rei is not so naive as to pretend that a comfortable life with a steady income isn’t attractive in and of itself.

One last glance at his profile cements her answer. She doesn’t revel in bargaining for a better future as she slips on the engagement ring and signs her name on the dotted line of the prenuptial agreement. Rei calls her parents to share the news and phones Enji to tell him she’s accepted.

As she lies down on her futon to rest, Rei swears that she will plant a garden at their first home, filled with flowers to admire and founded on promises worth keeping. She imagines pretty blooms decorating a harmonious house alongside the pitter-patter of little feet which grow into the large shoes Enji wants filled. Rei consoles herself: if she does a good job of bringing up the next generation of Todorokis, her children will have the luxury of choosing love instead of a contract.

...

Rei admits that hanging up her hero costume was an easy thing to do after the marriage. It was even easier to watch her hardened muscles soften into feminine curves as life took root in her belly. Her parents were proud; Enji was satisfied. Any lingering doubts were pushed aside by the demands of motherhood.

And when Touya’s quirk proved disappointing, Rei tried harder to fulfill her side of the bargain. She can scarcely remember a time in her twenties when she was not waiting for her child’s quirk to manifest or swallowing prenatal vitamins over an anxious lump in her throat.

Fuyumi was born on a crisp December morning eleven months after Enji declared Touya unsuitable for further training. Like clockwork, Natsuo was on the way after their sweet daughter failed to manifest a fire quirk before she turned four. Then, Rei cannot forget how Enji became impatient. Natsuo had not reached his second birthday when her husband decided that he was also a failure. As Rei thinks back on the arrival of her last child, hindsight’s perfect vision highlights chilling insight.

...

“It’s a boy!”

Strong cries rebound off the walls of the delivery room. Rei breathes a sigh of relief as her body shudders from the efforts of her labor. At the end of her bed, the hospital staff congratulate her on another healthy baby as they pass the newborn to his mother. The comforting feeling of an infant pressed against Rei’s chest will never grow old, and she savors this moment with Shouto, mumbling words of love as she holds him. Deep down, Rei realizes that her fourth pregnancy was hard, and secretly, she dreads what her husband will think if this child also has a head full of snow-white hair.

Enji often tells her that he knew the other children were failures the moment he laid eyes on them. On this subject, husband and wife will never agree, but Rei is content that he leaves their upbringing to her. She’s done her best to temper Touya’s attitude, bolster Fuyumi’s confidence, and keep Natsuo laughing.

Rei glances down at the fresh face of her newborn son and is perplexed by the contradiction she sees between his halves. Trembling fingers weave through his hair. Fine white and crimson strands part down the middle. Yet, Shouto’s hair is not his most striking feature. A pair of mismatched eyes blink up at Rei. One is bright turquoise, and the other is a somber gray.

The contrast is uncanny.

“Heterochromia iridum,” the doctor pronounces as if on cue. “That explains his eyes. Usually, it’s a benign condition, nothing to worry about. Considering his hair, I’d say it’s all genetic, possibly related to his quirk.”

Through a blissful haze of oxytocin, Rei registers Enji’s hand on her shoulder. He laughs in an abrasive chuckle that overtakes Shouto’s cries.

“Finally,” he exclaims, “a masterpiece.”

If the doctor and nurses think Enji’s behavior is untoward, they keep the observation to themselves. Rei is too exhausted to fight the relief she feels. She allows her husband to take the newborn baby from her arms instead of insisting that she nurse Shouto straight away as she did with her other children.

“You did well this time,” he mutters.

Rei smiles wearily at the compliment, but it does not sit as well as she believed it would.

...

In retrospect, Rei understands that there was no singular moment that caused the trouble which followed. Rather, it was a collection of compromises that seemed, at the time, to be for the best. Rei gathers the rest of her photographs. Carefully, she thumbs through the small stack and is reminded of all the seeds she and Enji planted in their garden.

Undoubtedly, her children are her greatest love, and she tucks the loose photos in her purse for safekeeping, holding their cheerful likenesses close and the good memories closer. Looking around, Rei realizes that she’s finished packing—all except the vase of Japanese gentians sitting on the windowsill.

Rei prepared for this. She spoke at length with her therapist about the baggage she intends to take into the next phase of her life. Some of it is essential. Never again will she let herself slip so far as to harm someone she cherishes. No more will she suffer the company of people more concerned with ends than means. But when it comes to Enji, Rei is of two minds, torn between the past and the present. Scarred and repentant, he is not the person he once was.

Neither is she.

A brisk knock on the door stirs Rei from her reverie. She turns to address the nurse and is happy to find a familiar face.

“Your discharge papers are ready, and your cab is here, Mrs. Todoroki,” he says cheerfully, already taking her bags. “Are you sure you don’t want your family to escort you home?”

Rei shakes her head.

“They offered, but I want to do this by myself.”

“Fair enough.” The nurse shrugs.

He takes a step toward the windowsill and reaches to collect the flowers when Rei makes her decision. With a gentle expression but a firm palm tilted upward, she halts his kind gesture.

“The flowers stay,” Rei says confidently. “I don’t have room for them anymore.”

It’s a short walk from her old room to the hospital’s front door, but the journey took Rei over a decade to complete. She slips into the back of the cab and passes the driver a slip of paper with the name and address of her new accommodations—a small, refurbished apartment with a low table, comfortable futon, and no answering machine. It's a perfect place for someone starting over.

Rei knows that if she turns around for a last look, she will see Japanese gentians standing guard on the windowsill, but she lets this opportunity pass. As the cab speeds away, Rei commits herself to the good habit of not looking back.

“That’s a nice address, Miss. Where are you headed to?” the driver asks.

It’s been a long time since Rei was called anything other than Mrs. Todoroki. Caught in the small thrill, she doesn’t correct him. She’s grateful for the crowded city’s veil of anonymity and, within it, her second chance.

“Home,” she answers honestly, feeling freer than she has in decades.

#bnha #todoroki rei #todoroki enji #endeavor #todoroki shouto #todoroki family #todofamzine #trigger warning for implied/referenced canonical child and spousal abuse

[iamknicole]

Lines

Bloodline Family Series

Everybody that knew Rich knew what he did, they also knew that he kept a legit job too. He liked cutting hair and Slim's uncle needed a barber so when the two started college they both started working in his shop. After two years of working there, the guys that worked there knew not to play with either friend and they knew Slim was the nicest of the two.

"Aye man, how many heads you cut today?"

Rich at in his chair twisting back and forth, thinking before he answered the barber next to him, Jamal. Rich didn't really care for him but he put up with him because Jamal hadn't crossed him. Yet. He would cross the line eventually and Rich would be there waiting.

"Like 10 or 12," he shrugged.

"Damn, you must be good." Jamal laughed cutting the guy's head in his chair

"Mmhm, something like that."

Slim laughed to himself. Jamal was trying to be friendly with Rich, he wanted to be friends but Slim knew his best friend didn't like him.

"Say man, you comin' out tonight or you got something planned with ya lady?" Slim asked from across the shop.

Before Rich could answer, Jamal butted in. "You got a girl?"

"Yeah, I do. Why?" Rich asked glancing at him.

"No reason," Jamal shrugged finishing the haircut, "I just didn't think you did. With all these bitches after you, if I was you I'd have wifey and a few hoes. Shit, you prolly do."

The other barbers and a few of the patrons laughed at the suggestion.

"That's a faithful young man right there, son. Just him and his lady," an older gentleman interjected.

Jamal snorted as he slapped hands with his customer. "Shiiiit, like I said if I was him, I'd have a plethora."

Rich smirked and glanced at him, "But you ain't me so just worry about yaself."

A few hours later, Rich was cutting hair and the door to shop opened jingling the bell at the top of the door. Queenie walked in with Apryl and Kandice. A few spoke to them but they didn't put too much of their attention on them.

"What's goin on, Queenpin?" Slim asked going to hug her, her sister and cousin.

"Hey, Slim," Queenie smiled. She went over to kiss Rich, who wrapped his free arm around her and grabbed her butt. "Hey, baby. The girls came to see me and wanted to see you."

Rich smiled at them, "What's up, ladies? How long yall in town for?'

"Till Monday. Our parents went on a trip and shipped us off here," Apryl shrugged going to hug him.

Kandice scoffed playfully, "No, you got shipped off and i got guilt tripped."

Rich hugged then both and laughed.

"Either way, it's good to see yall. What yall about to do?' He asked going back to the haircut.

Queenie smiled, "Well, we were about to go eat and probably go to the mall."

"And you came to the ATM," he joked, "What if I told you it was closed?"

"Then is just rob it," she laughed.

"Uhuh," he mumbled playfully, "Go on back there and look in my bag. Yall go with her, yall know she don't share shit."

As the three of them headed for the backroom of the barbershop, Jamal came out checking each of them out as he passed them. Slim noticed and a laugh escaped him, he sat down in his chair ready to watch the fireworks. Going back to his own chair, Jamal to a seat with a wide smile on his face.

"Who was that?"

"Who was who? I ain't see nobody," Tony, another barber said quickly.

Jamal laughed, "Come on now, yall seen them fine ass women just walk through here."

Rich finished the haircut and slapped hands with his customer. He turned to his station to clean his things ignoring his co-worker.

"So yall just gon ignore me? I'm saying though, they was fine."

"16 will get you 20, my man." Tony told him quickly.

Jamal nodded, "I mean shit I won't tell if they won't. Wait ... which one of them is 16? Not that it matters."

"It should matter though," Rich added.

"Why? They ain't tellin."

Strike one, Rich thought to himself

The girls came from the back and over to Rich. Kandice and Apryl hugged him before going to wait by the door. While Queenie was telling Rich bye, Jamal approached them.

"I'm tellin you, man. Don't do that," Slim laughed tossing a few sunflower seeds in his mouth.

Jamal waved him off and grabbed Kandice's hand. "What's up, beautiful? I'm Jamal. What's your name?"

Kandice snatched her hand back from him with a frown on her face. "16," she said backing up.

"I'm not worried, it's all good. You should let me take you out."

Strike two, Rich thought to himself

By this time, Slim was in his chair dying of laughter. It was always fun to him when people tried Rich and even funnier when they had no idea.

"We're 16, we don't want you," Apryl told him, "Now move. Queenie, we goin to the car."

The two girls walked out going to her car. Queenie rolled her eyes, telling her boyfriend she'd see him at his apartment. The two of them embrace and kissed one more time. She hugged Slim one more time before leaving the barbershop. As she left though, Jamal's eyes were on her and Rich's were on him.

"Aye, you got a eye problem or somethin?"

"My bad, I was just looking, Rich." Jamal laughed as he sat in his chair.

"I asked you a question," Rich said setting his tools down, "You got a eye problem?"

"You serious man? I was lookin, no law against that. Ain't like I said she had a fat ass or something, I kept that to myself. But shit we all know its there."

Strike three, Rich thought to himself.

"I been lettin you slide since you got here a few months ago, a few times I should've said something to you but it wasn't my business," Rich told him calmly.

Jamal looked at his co-worker and laughed. He figured since Slim was laughing then it must've been a joke.

"Its just a few bitches, you can really be mad about that."

"A few bitches," Rich repeated with a sarcastic laugh, "Its clear you don't like your life."

Jamal opened his mouth to say something but Rich punched him out his chair. He didn't got a chance to fight back, Rich was on him pouncing him then jacked him up off the floor, forcing him to a wall holding him there with his firearm in his throat.

"Slim," Rich called out, "Bring me them shears."

"Gladly."

Slim hopped up with a smile on his face to get the sharpest shears he had taking them to his best friend. The other men in the shop put their focus everywhere but on what was currently happening. Rich took the shears and held them at Jamal's eyes as he tried to get away.

"Be ya scary ass still," Rich huffed, "You approached my lil sister and lil cousin after Tony and them told you not to, you touched them after they told you no and then you thought to say some disrespectful shit about my lady. Gimmie one reason why I shouldn't pluck both eyes out."

Jamal was sweating and panicking.

"Look, I'm sorry! I ain't know!"

"Bullshit," Slim called out laughing. "Ya ass just don't listen. That's ya problem!"

Rich opened the shears and moved it under his eyes pressing it into his skin as he shook and struggled.

"Be ya ass still, I told you that shit already," Rich growled in a low tone. 'It'll only hurt for a second."

Pushing the shears into his skin, Rich sliced into his skin making a long cut under Jamal's left eye. Jamal screamed out in pain which went ignored by every other person in the shop except Slim. When he was done, Rich handed Slim the shears and stepped back.

"Did we learn a lesson?" He asked.

Jamal held his hand to his face, tears pooling in his eyes from the pain. A few moments later, Rich looked down at his feet and stepped back in disgust.

"Ah shit, you pissed yaself, man? Talk all that shit about bitches but here you are actin like one." Rich taunted. "Go get a mop and clean this shit up then you should take the rest of day off and get that checked out. We got ya cuts till tomorrow."

Jamal looked up at him horrified.

"Did I say something you ain't understand? Lemme say it simpler for you," Rich shrugged, "Clean this up, go to the hospital, go home and bring ya ass back tomorrow. Don't come back tomorrow and see what happens. And stop crying be grateful i let you keep ya eyes."

Rich turned away from him and went back to his station to finish cleaning his tools. Slim continued to taunt Jamal a little while longer until he got the mop like Rich told him to and the barbershop went back to normal just like that.

#bloodline family series #rich & queenie #richard & queenie

[whatsarasaid]

I'm going to try this again and hope Tumblr doesn't decide to cut my message again 😂 Just wanted to send your way some virtual hugs and hope you're ok and healthy, since the world is a bit crazy now! And I saw your prompt post and, if you don't mind it, I thought about joining the party and send you one: Ada/Leon, post-RE6, involving the make-up compact that Helena tosses to Leon? Maybe Ada comes to collect? If it inspires you, ofc :D Anyway, stay safe! ❤️

Thanks for the hugs! Hope you’re doing okay, too. 🖤 It’s been a surreal mix of hectic and hazy—as I’m sure it’s been for all of us. But I’m happy to have these prompts to keep me, and hopefully Tumblr as well, positive and entertained.

One compact-themed Ada and Leon ficlet coming right up.

title: sentimental. fandom: resident evil. (post-re: 6) rating: teen & up. word count: approx. 900. characters: ada wong, leon s. kennedy. 

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Breaking into Leon’s D.C. apartment had been a nightmare. The man had every door and window sensored and monitored. Ada expected nothing less, but there was some small part of her which had hoped there would be a hole in his security set-up. No such luck. She spent the better part of two days hacking into the system. Finally, after he left for work one morning, she found her opening.

Despite knowing where he lived for years, she had never ventured inside. It felt too personal. Too close. Things were simpler when she maintained her distance. Unfortunately, the safest place to leave the intel was inside his (overprotected) flat.

Cracking the door open, she took stock of his living arrangement. The place was spartan. Overly tidy. Possibly the result of military training. Or maybe just workaholism. The entire kitchen and living room seemed as though it had been purchased from the same catalog—mid-grade, matching, and sterile. She should have just left the info on the dining table and moved on, but unconvinced by the conventional modernity of his home, Ada’s curiosity pulled her further in.

She peeked in the freezer (packed with health-conscious frozen meals), the fridge (empty say for a handful of half-used condiments), and then the cabinets (protein powder, chips, and whiskey). There were neatly stacked weights on the left of the main living area and a sofa, high-end television, and sound system on the right. No decorations adored any surface and everything had a neat place. It was all very…bland. Disappointing.

But her interest was gratified when she unlatched the door to his bedroom. The oak furniture within looked like it had been inherited, a family heirloom. Though the bedspread was department store, the quilt which lay folded on top was handknit. While the rest of the rooms wreaked of lemon-scented cleaner, this one smelled like gun oil and leather.

Her fingers grazed the footboard of the bed as she strolled through the room, taking it in. She paused when she came to a highboy dresser. It was the only cluttered part of the home, covered in trinkets from his decades of travel, antique lighters, loose change, and a wooden box with a scrolling design. Hand-carved, she guessed. It was beautiful.

Ada carefully lifted the lid.

There, lay her compact.

The harsh clearing of a throat made her jump and slam the lid shut. She turned to find Leon leaning in the bedroom doorway with his arms crossed.

Caught.

Ada tried to cover her fluster with a smirk, “You’re getting better at sneaking.”

“Am I?” He said pushing off the doorway to stalk closer, “Or were you distracted?”

Leon looked pointedly at the wooden box and then back to her.

“Your collection of knickknacks is impressive,” she said as she gestured to a multi-colored shot glass from Maui, “I had no idea you were such magpie.”

“You’re here because…?” Waiting for her to finish the sentence, he raised his eyebrows. 

She understood his defensiveness. It had been a handful of years since she fled from him without explanation during the chaos of Lanshiang, and then he suddenly finds her snooping around his personal space.

“I got you something,” she said. Tugging a folded envelope from the back of her black jeans, she tucked it in the inside pocket of his jacket, giving it a little pat before pulling away.

His brow creased in confusion.

Digging the parcel back out, he peered inside and began to flip through its contents. It was a comprehensive dossier on a young company that had dealings with a questionable ring of scientists and investors—fertile ground for the development of bioweapons. A situation begging to be investigated by a federal agency.

“You’d only give me this is if it were beneficial to you,” he said, fanning the documents in front of her face.

“I’m going to square with you,” she began, disregarding his subsequent grunt of disbelief, “It’s better for the both of us if this place goes under. I wish I could tell you more, but I can’t. So, if you can agree to that ambiguity, you can keep the evidence, alright?”

Leafing through the pages, his face twisted in conflict. Ada could tell he longed for his youth, back when the world seemed clear-cut and morality was easier to define. A time before she brought a whole heap of grey into his life. With a sigh, he dropped the packet onto the dresser, “Okay.”

Ada softened at his trust. Whether his propensity to hold onto things—old lighters, shot glasses, her—was a strength or a fault, she didn’t know. Perhaps both. She began to delicately fiddle with his shirt buttons, “I can’t believe you kept that damn compact.”

Leon looked down at her hands on his chest and then covered them with his own, “I have to keep something.”

‘Since I can’t keep you,’ was left unsaid.

end.

#resident evil #leon s. kennedy #ada wong #leon x ada #aeon #resident evil 6 #lordbhreanna #prompts #whoops it’s sad

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. XXX)

It was a love story from the very beginning.

I'll go with you

(7x21/7x23)

Hello my friends! Ready for this last meta from season 7??

We are going to talk about Crazy!Cas a lot (as you know, he wasn't crazy at all...) And the last episode, so much Destiel material...

I want to mention my dear friend @agusvedder here, she made the gifs for this Chronicle and discussed with me the episodes, thank you girl! 😘💕

I'll stop with the cháchara here, let's start this!

Dean get disappointed when he sees Cas seems Crazy, but he's not

I'll talk about another jewel in symbolism, by Edlund, episode 7x21 Reading is Fundamental.

Well, we have a whole and sad situation when Dean and Sam met Cas at the Mental Hospital.

First impression, Dean heard the "Hello, Dean" and his heart eyes are displayed immediately, he also compliments him...

CASTIEL: Hello, Dean. Sam.

SAM: Hey, Castiel.

DEAN: Look at you, walkin' and talkin'. That's – that's great, right?

When Dean sees Castiel's behavior is not the same as always, his attitude with him changes.

After this, we heard Cas saying this...

DEAN: Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait. Let us catch up to you for a second.

SAM: So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are.

CASTIEL: Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add.

When Sam asked if he remembered who he was, Castiel quickined his words, and changed the subject, to a totally different issue... Bees.

And this could sound like words coming from a lunatic, but if we dig on his words, we we'll find out why Crazy! Cas wasn't crazy at all...

When he's talking about bees, he's talking about a community, perfectly assembled to fill with one plan. Here, Cas is symbolizing his own community, the angels, with a melancholic tone. The plan was perfect: protect Humanity. There was nothing to add to that. But there's guilt in these words too. Because he felt he failed too, when he was Godstiel, he killed innocent people and angels. So he followed that bee, and found what his own idea about what he should be, what Heaven should be. Like an Utopia.

Each time they were trying to make Castiel to talk about the problem, and the tablet, or the past, Castiel switched to another topic, the crazy not so crazy topic . And if you pay attention, it was Sam the one that always tried to get from him some info.

SAM: Yeah, yeah. You – you said something about "The Word." Is that what's written on there?

(Sam presents the problem...)

CASTIEL: Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.

DEAN: Cas, please, we're losing ground out there, okay? We need your help. Can you not see that?

Why is Cas mentioning that thing about cats?

Because he's grieving about the creation not being perfect. Even the cat, when he wants to copulate with the female, (even if he loves humanity) he finished hurting the female cat, because it wasn't perfect, and no one asked the female cat. He hurted humanity, he hurted Dean, he hurted badly Sam, that's why he's avoiding talking about it. He doesn't want conflicts anymore, he's closed, inside himself, his thoughts, his melancholy...

And what about Dean? Dean is trying to push him back with him, he needs his Cas, the soldier, their friend and protector. Is very frustrating for him to see Cas like this.

Playing I'm sorry

When Dean found Cas in the kitchen, this dialogue is developed...

DEAN: You realize you just broke God's Word?

It's Sam's thing, isn't it? You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars. I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?

CASTIEL: Well, it took... everything to get me here.

DEAN: What are you talking about, man?

Dean is trying to understand why Cas is behaving like this, and that quote coming from Castiel is just... Ugh, he's suffering so much... It took ... Everything ... Castiel lost everything, and now he's there... Trying to apologize with Dean. He's ashamed, but he's understanding the imperfection of the mission, the plan, Heaven's duty. He's there, vulnerable, to show Dean he really sorry. But he's too ashamed to do it directly... So... When Dean tried again to make him remember the painful past... Cas has to do something...

CASTIEL: Dean, I know you want different answers.

DEAN: No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans. (Again Dean is trying to drag him back. He misses his angel.)

But then this ...

Okay... Exactly and immediately after Dean asks that question, Cas showed him the game SORRY, because he meant it. He's depressed because he failed Dean... And I want to point right here the colors on that box... There's a piece in Red (representing Dean, but a violent and angry one) and Blue (representing Cas).

CASTIEL: We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. 

Cas is saying here... Everyone makes mistakes... I made a mistake with you.

Because then, he mentioned...

why should I prosper from... your misfortune? 

Castiel is trying to ask for forgiveness, but he's throwing excuses "because the rules in this world are like this... People makes mistakes."

And he moves the blue piece there... Through the green path, but Dean is stuck in the red home there... Because Dean doesn't want to release him from that guilt, not yet You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.

Gah! Painful memory! Better change topic again...

CASTIEL: Dean... it's your move.

Okay, here we have a raged Dean throwing the

Game out of the table, he's done with Castiel's avoidance. Or craziness, or wherever, is so frustrating for him. They can finally talk about what happened, about their break up, and Cas is talking weird things.

DEAN: Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas.

CASTIEL: I'm sorry, Dean.

DEAN: No. You're playing "Sorry!"

Is so so painful, Because Cas is trying hard, but his shame is huge, for the first time he doesn't know how to talk frankly in front of Dean. And Dean's interpretation about the whole thing was CAS IS PLAYING WITH ME. My Destiel heart is crying...

Castiel was Severely depressed

After facing Dean, trying to fix things, and failing, Castiel had to face Hester and Inias, par of his old Garrison.

Avoiding again the horrible things he did when Hester exposed the slaughter in Heaven.

When they were in the car, Cas called Meg.

MEG: Yeah. Yeah, Castiel. It's me.

DEAN: Cas? Where? Where is he?

Dean is worried about Castiel because when he made that sigil, not just Hester and Inias, but Cas were vanished. So yeah, he's worried.

Once inside the car, Castiel explained that was his Garrison.

CASTIEL: . I was their captain. Isn't that strange?

He was proud of that, but now he felt himself so weak and useless, than he thinks is strange he was once their captain. He's feeling pity for himself. He's depressed.

SAM: Cas, why are they pissed at us now?

And here we go again with the avoidance...

CASTIEL: [to MEG] You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable. They can only think in ovals.

Remember Meg said by the phone they were sad dogs because they were hunting a fake rabbit? Well... That had to hit in Castiel's head... Was like how he felt right now, he was racing behind a fake misión This whole time.

And Dean gets mad again...

DEAN: Cas, don't make me pull this car over! Why are angels after us?

CASTIEL: Are you angry? Why are you angry?

DEAN: No, I-I'm... Please, can we just stay on target?

CASTIEL: There is no reason for anger.

Castiel can't endure Dean is angry with him. He can't handle that.

Look at Castiel's face when he's rejecting fight. He said "I watch the bees" as he's trying to convince himself of that. This is my decision, I screwed things up, I killed my brothers and innocent humans I should be protecting, I hurted Sam and Dean will never forgive me. No. I don't have a reason to fight. I watch the bees now.

Once in Rufus cabin, there's a dialogue between Sam and Cas super fascinating. I won't put that here, because is gonna be very large, but the fact you have to have here is their relationship changed for good, it become more profound, and because they shared their fears, they'll grew in acceptance and confidence. If you want to read more about Cas and Sam relationship, I wrote a meta time ago, and I mentioned this scene. Link is here.

Okay, let's move now...

There was a dialogue between Dean and Kevin, and we could see how was Dean feeling about Castiel, his deception...

DEAN: Oh, I don't know, man. What can I say? You've been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There's no use asking "why me?" 'Cause the angels – they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart.

So so sad, these words just reflecting how he sees Cas... Like he's mourning his lost again. He has Castiel alive, but he isn't his Cas.

He saw how he broke, just like that time when he broke that angel in the beautiful room.

Is so, so heartbreaking...

Then... Another reason for Castiel's depression, through Meg's words...

MEG: Look, I'm simpler than you think. I've figured one thing out about this world – just one, pretty much. You find a cause, and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life. 

Castiel's cause to fight isn't there anymore, as I said before. He failed in his mission to protect Humanity, and he failed Dean. And he thinks Dean won't never forgive him... So there's no reason to live for him...

And then Hester...

Hester is a thunder in Castiel's head, the whole episode she says things brutally, this quote here, is huge. How can Cas fall in every way imaginable? Is disobedience? Yes. In Sanity? Yes. In Cruelty? Yes. In love? Yes. And the Cause: Dean Winchester.

Look at this scene, is very known in the fandom, but... Hester is talking to Dean...

DEAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off. We're actually trying to clean up one of your angel's messes! You know that.

CASTIEL: He's right. An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world, and – and they begged him. They begged him not to do it.

See how CAS is talking about himself in third person. Avoiding that fact for the shame and guilt he's feeling.

DEAN: Look, just give us some time, okay? We will take care of your Prophet.

Cas is nervous, Dean is frowning, and Inias is looking at Dean with the same disgusting face as Hester. After everything you have taking from us? They lost his Commander, the Great Castiel since they came back from rescue Dean. They lost their leader Because of Dean. The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you I'm Hell he was lost! They blame Dean. They blame the bond between them. Is dirty. Disgusting. Corrupt.

After all this... Cas wanted to die... Really... When Hester had him surrended, on his knees, Cas wanted to die...

Look at Castiel's slight smile there, he thinks his nightmare is gonna finish there... But Meg won't let that happen.

Castiel have a reason to fight again, Because Dean forgives him

In episode 7x23 Survival of the Fittest, there's a comical comment about Cas appearing naked covered in bees in Dean's car... We never saw that idk why... But... Yeah.

But let's talk about this dialogue here (after "He was your boyfriend first" famous quote of Meg)

CASTIEL: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys are so... clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?

Well... As crazy as this sounds here .. he's talking about humans and Leviathans making test on them, he's worried about humans being eating and tested in experiments by Roman. That's why he decided provide the Winchesters from some info.

But when Dean wants more from him, the avoidance is there again...

DEAN: Um, I'm sorry. If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?

Angels+death...

CASTIEL: I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?

Keep talking about humans, how to save them... Not using force. And Dean gets mad again...

After this, Castiel keeps taking care of the Winchester by cooking for them. How cute .. but Dean wants more from him. He wants him to fight.

They had said goodbye to Bobby again... And Cas watched the whole scene ...

When Dean gave up with that fact, he asked Castiel to fly him back to get Baby.

And we will have this beautiful Destiel scene...

CASTIEL: I'm not good luck, Dean.

DEAN: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth, and you're the only guy left on the bench... 

This is a beautiful quote ... Is Dean saying I forgive you, look at his sincere gaze. And Cas... Cas developing instantly, his heart eyes... Because those words warmed his heart, and gave him back his mission. Dean was forgiving him. Finally.

And Dean's face when he sees the response he got from CAS... Those eyes looking back at him with such love. He felt kind of uncomfortable... Maybe because he said too much, he showed too much feelings on it... Maybe because he sounded more than just a friend right there... So the... What? Is a rhetorical question... He knows what.

And the excuse is...

Look at this now... I'll probably die tomorrow, so... Remember when he said Bobby should forgive Rufus? Because when death is in your door you have to have your friends and family with solved issues? Well... He used this excuse... And what he obtained from CAS was his loyalty and love again. His ally, and that surprised Dean. Suddenly, Cas was his Cas again. No more craziness... What happened? What made the difference? Dean's forgiveness and warm words made the difference. Castiel is back.

By the end of the episode, Castiel will be protecting Dean again, putting himself between him and Roman.

To Conclude

Edlund's episode was rich in symbolism and showed us a very depressed Cas, each word that came from his mouth were trying to say something else. He wanted to die because Dean couldn't forgive him and because all the bad things he did when he was Godstiel.

When Dean finally forgives Cas, he returned to live, literally, and had his mission back. These were two very romantic episodes and the subtext was huge.

I hope you like this last one! See you in season 8's Chronicles next week! 😘💕

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If you want to read the previous season 7 metas... Here are the links Vol. XXV, XXVI, XXVII, XXVIII, XIX.

Buenos Aires, September 25th 2019 8:12 PM

#destiel chronicles #destiel meta #supernatural meta #season 7 meta #vol. xxx

[cassercole]

I am really curious on how Dawson reacts to the Nat situation AND THE ENDING! How does Q fit into that? If you're not comfortable answering due to spoilers, that's okay too. I'm just super super curious.

Oh gosh, well That Part with Nat is going to be…..changed. Because I’m not doing that, fuck the writers for that tbqh. (Also yes I cried AGAIN today even tho I knew it was coming…) ((But I don’t think you’ll like what I’m gonna Change it to lol)

And the ENDING! Ok yes, I will 100% share but I will also put it under the cut cause I know there are still a few people who haven’t seen it and I don’t wanna ruin it for them! 

Basically, I’ve decided that Steve’s suit is going to have a malfunction and he’s going to be beep-bopping around time and not be able to land in one time and stay there long enough to return the stones. SO GUESS WHO GOES AFTER HIM?! 

Q.

She does a little time travel chase and catches up to him. She fixes his suit for him and they finish returning the stones (hello awkward scene between her and Rumlow hehe) And then once they’re done they have a little Moment where they talk about what’s going to happen when they go back. And Q can tell he’s just so Tired of being Captain America, like he’s done it for so long and hasn’t received any time to be selfish or do what he wants so she puts the decision in his hands.

And while he wants to go back to a simpler time and live a simple life there (aka the forties/early fifties), he doesn’t want to take Q away from Her Time. There’s a little argument between them that ends with her Dramatically Breaking her time travel wristband (they fix it later lmao) because she wants to be with him, it doesn’t matter what time they’re in as long as they’re together. 

Once the decision is made, they make their own timeline basically where they save Bucky, destroy the Tesseract and let Other Steve do his thing as Captain America while they basically retire (lol) and live a happy, simple life together in the fifties with their lil family. 

Of course this all happens in a matter of seconds for Bruce, Bucky and Sam. Steve still arrives back on the bench and talks with Sam while Q watches with Bucky (they have a Nice Moment too) and then when Sam notices the wedding band and is like “you gonna tell me about her?” Steve just gives him a smile and then looks over his shoulder like “I think I’ll let her tell you herself.” and there’s Old!Q and she’s all happy and Sam is like “Damn.” but also “you could still get it.” 

Anyway, that’s kinda my plan with Endgame and the ending and all that jazz. I’m really excited about the Queve portion of it and ugh I just love the imagery of them being old and happy together, having lived the life they deserve after Saving the World.   

#answered #rmasks #seize the droid #queve #dawsnat #anywHO!!! #i'm real excited about endgame lol #seize-the-droid #also idk if any of that makes sense but it WILL

[falselyprofound]

Hi there! It's been a minute and a half. I'm trying to get better at being part of the game design community and also just talking to people I want to talk to so hello! I'm curious about your workflow, like what engine do you work in and stuff? And also, if you could make your dream game, what type of game would it be?

Hey hey, good to see ya again! :D

(And god, I feel you there. I know a couple of gamedev blogs follow this personal account of mine, so I need to get better at talking to people as well. But anywho...)

My workflow kinda varies from project to project, since I'm still studying game design/am constantly picking up new techniques. I've worked in GameMaker, RMVXA, RMMV, Twine, Ren'py, Unity (sort of. god I need to pick up the slack), and AGS. All of those projects have had some wildly differing circumstances surrounding them. If there's a particular game of mine you'd like to know more about, you can either check its tag or send me a message!

Buuuut for the sake of not making this post super long, I'll be focusing on my experience with AGS. That’s pretty much my average at this point.

I mostly use Adventure Game Studio for my projects. While it's not the most elegant engine, it's free, easy to use, well-documented, and is something I've been using on-and-off since primary school. By this point, I can usually hack some code together to make my game look however I want it to look.

Most of the projects I post about here are put together on a pretty tight timeframe, because university/gamejam deadlines. This means that, nine outta ten times, I code the engine at the same time I'm writing the story. This worked out pretty well for Tech Support.

If I got bored of coding, I'd just hardcode some text in. If I got sick of how long it was taking for me to implement basic functions, I'd stop writing story and change the code so things were easier to edit. Writing Dee's dialog inspired the puzzles. And if a puzzle was too hard to code, I just tweaked the dialog and wrote something to avoid the problem.

...I feel I should take a moment to mention that this is a very, very lazy approach to game making, and I would not recommend it under most circumstances. It's great if you have zero time to work with (like I did), or if you just want a quick proof of concept thing.

Because, like... Coding as you go means that changing one line of dialog will often break everything you're working on. When I finally get back to working on Guest & Ghost, I'm just gonna start coding over. I actually wrote the script in advance, I drew most of the assets several semesters ago, but there is no WAY I can finish making it with this goddamn spaghetti code.

Sometimes, it's best to just look at the mess you've made, realize you could have just done it in a much simpler way, and start over. (Which, incidentally, is what’s been happening with Camera Bunker Bat lately. ...But that’s a whole ‘nother rabbithole of a discussion so I won’t get into that right now.)

As for dream games I would like to make some day? Well, uh, that’s basically half this blog at this point. P:

Tick, Tock, Demon Clock is probably the main one, since it’s the first game I did a GDD for without caring about whether or not it was possible to create. Take the time mechanics of Braid, shove it in a hack-and-slash platformer, and toss in some bizarre fantasy tropes and you got yourself a game I would KILL to play. Shame I can’t figure out how to code the damn thing.

In addition to that, I’ve always wanted to make a game that uses Clock Tower 0′s chase mechanics. I love point-and-clicks, and I love the thought of some monstrous piece of shit hunting you down while you try to solve puzzles. I'm pretty sure I could code such a game in AGS, but... I don’t have a setting or characters for it. (Or I might, but those worlds were co-written by people I’ve been having trouble keeping in contact with and I ain’t gonna make a game about them without their permission.)

...I could go on and on, but we’d be here all night.

#coronator #gamedev blogging #pointless post #ty for the ask! #always happy to chat about gamedev stuff #but christ ask me a simple question and you'll get an essay of an answer huh

[readingrobin]

You know I'm obligated to send SPN for the ask game.

Oh God, I haven’t touched this fandom well...ever. I’ve been watching the show more as an obligation to finish it than to get any enjoyment out of it.

Well here we go.

The first character I ever fell in love with: Gabriel for sure, way back when he was just The Trickster. I do have a weakness for mischievous types.

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: Chuck. Because you know....God’s an asshole.

A Ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Destiel has soured exponentially for me, mainly because the queerbaiting is so real. I mean, ten years ago we were so desperate for any kind of representation we just took whatever we could get, canon or no, and clung like mad. Why stick with this ship when I can actually find one that commits to LGBTQ representation?

My Ultimate Favorite character: Gabriel, yeah he’s going to pop up a lot in this ask.

Prettiest Character: Jack’s pretty adorable and has been the saving grace of this show for the past two seasons.

My Most hated character: Asmodeus, for obvious reasons.

My OTP: DeanXBaby. Because holy hell no actual woman should actually be with him or else they end up dead or mangled in some way.

my NOTP: WinCest. Just...I can’t with this.

Favorite Episode: It has to be Tall Tales, you guys. It has to be.

Saddest Death: GGAAABBRRRIIEEEELLL.

Favorite Season: The first two definitely, back when the plot was simpler and more self contained, dealing with more folklore and things like that.

Least Favorite Season: Season 10, the Mark of Cain season was pretty pointless. Deanmon was a total let down.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: None really come to mind. I can’t remember if there were any I particularly disliked, but that’s what happens when you have 15 seasons that all blur together at some point.

You’re a Piece of trash, but you’re still a fave: Metatron was pretty fun. It was cool seeing Curtis Armstrong in a more villainous role.

My Beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this: Kevin Tran and Jack are pretty much tied. The Poor Boys.

This ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but I still love it: Rowena and Lucifer, because damn it, if Lucifer weren’t such an outrageous dick they would have been a power couple.

They’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested: Sam and Ruby was pretty cute, but you know....no one can ever be happy in this show.

#supernatural

[not-close-to-straight]

Looking At You (Thirteen)

MASTERLIST HERE

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It seemed like forever, but eventually things slid back into a semblance of normal at the compound.

The once a week nights at the hotel helped a lot.

Sometimes Tony held tight to the cool metal limb, shaking, screaming his pleasure into the dark as Bucky took him apart slowly, carefully, expertly.

Other times the soldier was the one shuddering, groaning, crying out as he came with Tony thrusting deep inside him.

And then some nights they would just lay together and talk about their days, with the lights off and the covers pulled tight around their shoulders.

But no matter what they did, it all helped.

Tony still jumped if someone startled him, was still much quieter than he used to be, but he wasn't running from the room every time the team argued. He didn't flinch away when Steve spoke to him. The lab had music playing again, even if it was much softer than it had ever been before.

When Natasha sat next to him on the couch now, Tony didn't automatically get up and leave. He could sit with her to close to half an hour as long she didn't expect too much conversation.

Sam made a point to sit and eat breakfast with Tony every morning, even if Tony was only having juice, and they could talk over breakfast for several minutes before Tony started feeling uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

Wanda had started doing things like levitating items over to him, and flicking a door open any time Tony needed it, He'd nearly fallen over in fright the first time his office door shot open and banged against the wall to let him out, but he had managed to smile at her anyway, and she had absolutely lit up, thrilled to be doing something for him.

Vision flitted in and out, as he usually did, ending his day with a visit to Tony's lab to wish him goodnight, and to reassure Tony that he was there if he ever wanted to talk. Tony had stopped grimacing every time Vision spoke, and the ( being?) man took that as a personal victory.

Eventually, even movie nights started again. The team certainly didn't dog pile on the couch like they used to, and Tony still sat closest to the door, but he smiled along with the comedies, and discussed plot points during the dramas, and didn't leave before the movie ended, content to stay with the team until everyone was heading to bed.

It wasn't perfect.

But it was better.

And he hadn't had a panic attack in weeks.

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Room 206

Hilton Inn and Suites

Tony picked up his phone and called down to the gym where he knew Bucky and Steve were working out.

“Hello?” Bucky's voice was hoarse, tired from working out, and the sound sent heat curling through Tony's spine because it was almost what the soldier sounded like when he finished and that was just… gorgeous.

“Hello?” Bucky asked again, a little impatiently and Tony shook himself back to the moment.

“Maybe we skip the hotel and you spend the night in my room tonight.” Tony blurted, needing to get the words out before he lost his nerve, and when Bucky tried to answer, Tony hung up the phone.

As Tony was climbing into bed at nearly midnight that night, Bucky came climbing in through the open window, dropping silently to the floor and pulling a frightened half to death Tony into his arms for a mind blanking, body drugging kiss.

“Maybe next time you don't drop in on me like a sneaky super villain.” Tony managed when Bucky pulled away just long enough to let him breathe.

“Maybe next time you don't call me while I'm working out and tell me that we can stay in your room tonight for the first time. Do you know hard it was not to drag this butt of yours upstairs and lock you in here with me right then?”

“Um, this hard?” Tony squeezed him for emphasis, stroking up and down the bulge in Bucky's jeans, then ran his fingers up the left arm. “Or this hard?”

“Both, Tony.” Bucky tossed him onto the bed and started ripping his clothes off. “It was exactly as hard as both of those.”

Tony had to hide his laughter in a pillow so no one else would hear, and after they were done, after Bucky had come back to bed, Tony was still giggling a little bit and brushed their noses together and Bucky thought he might actually cry because Tony laughing was the best thing he'd ever heard.

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“Tony.”

“Steve.” Tony looked up from his computer, the schematics for a new arm for Bucky up on every screen in the room. “What's up?”

He still got a little nervous around Steve, still had to squash the urge to flee if the blonde moved too quickly, but it was getting better at least.

And things between Bucky and Steve seemed like they were fine now. It had been a rough couple of weeks while the team came to terms with Russia and the video Vision had forced on them, but after Tony had stood up on a meeting and told them all to get off Steve's back because it was over and done with, they had all grudgingly come back around, and things were running mostly smoothly around the compound.

Tony liked to think bringing back movie night had a lot to do with it, but honestly he was just glad nobody was shouting at each other anymore.

“Can we talk a minute?”

“Sure thing.” Tony clicked his screens off and clasped his hands loosely in front of him, waiting for Steve to talk.

“I wanted to let you know I appreciate you standing up for me in front of the team.” Steve started off slowly. “I feel like they were about two minutes from a mutiny, not that I didn't deserve it, but… thank you.”

“You're the Captain.” Tony shrugged. “They need to respect you.”

“Well, I…” Steve ran his hands through his hair uncomfortably. “Tony, watching that video made me realize or--or remember how bad that was. I know I've apologized but Tony I just--”

“Steve.” Tony shook his head. “Let's not do this. Things are okay between us.”

“But not like they used to be.”

“I don't think--” Tony sighed. “I don't think things were ever what we thought they were between us. I think it's pretty obvious that what I thought we were and what you thought we were are two completely different things. And I've come to terms with that so we can move on now.”

He rubbed at his neck wearily. “You and I are… teammates , Steve. Always gonna be teammates and that's.. that's fine with me. I've gotten over my hero worship, and all the bull shit that came with it.” A hurt look flashed over Steve's face and Tony felt the littlest bit guilty.

“It's not that I still don't admire you, Captain, you're a hell of a leader and stick to your principles and that's all… that's all things I admire, but I suppose now I admire them.. from a distance.”

“I'm never going to be able to look at you and not feel terrible, Tony.”

“Yeah, well you pretty much deserve that.” Tony stood and held his hand out for Steve to shake. “But you and I are… well, we wouldn't be superheroes if we didn't fight each other every now and then, right? That's what makes for the good stories later on. Some conflict and some drama?”

Steve gripped his hand hard. “You're a better person than I am, Tony. Thank you for… this.”

“I'm definitely a better person than you.” Tony said dryly, folding his arms over his chest. “But I won't tell anyone if you won't.”

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“I'm always surprised by how cute your ass is.” Bucky teased. “Every time you wear those tight suit pants I want to rip them right off of you.”

“So...every day?”

“ God every day. Can I-- can you open up a little more for me?”

“Yeah.” Tony spread his legs a little and Bucky pushed him open even further, bending one of Tony's knees to move it higher up the bed.

“Perfect.” Bucky said with a grin. “Who knew Tony Stark just wanted to be split in half like a horny little--”

“Don't you finish that sentence.” Tony warned but his eyes were sparkling and Bucky jumped on him and startled tickling him, each shriek and little scream just encouraging the silly torture.

Finally when Tony couldn't breathe anymore, and was gasping for mercy, Bucky lay all the way out on top of him and framed his face carefully.

“I like looking at you.” He said firmly, staring right into Tony's eyes, and Tony covered Bucky's hands with both of his.

“Like looking at you too.”

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“Hey Tony.” Rhodes caught his best friend in a hug and Tony just lit up and hugged him back. “You are looking much better.”

“You too.” They didn't release one other at all,  chatting quietly with an arm around each others shoulders as Tony led them over to a couch, sitting as close as he could to his oldest friend, laughing loudly when Rhodes said something funny.

They switched so Rhodeys legs were over Tony's lap, and he worked his fingers into the muscles, feeling the implants he had designed so Rhodey could walk again after the accident with Vision. Running his hands up Rhodes thighs teasingly until the Colonel slapped his hands away, scolding him for turning a good moment into an awkward moment, and Tony laughed until he had tears in his eyes.

He missed this. Missed spending time with his best friend. War Machine had been shut down after Rhodes accident and he knew his friend missed flying, missed even being able to walk without hurting, and that made Tony's heart hurt .

But moments like this, where they could just talk and laugh and give each other hell-- it was easy to forget they won't both battle scarred and bitter.

No, like this it was almost like the MIT days when they roomed together and all Tony had was Rhodes to look after him, to keep his loud mouth out of trouble.

Simpler times.

But Tony blinked the depressing thoughts away, and cracked up as Rhodes told a story, and they giggled away almost two hours with each other.

Bucky stumbled upon the domestic little scene and watched from across the room, trying not to be jealous.

Everyone knew that Rhodes and Tony were just platonic.

Bucky knew that Rhodes and Tony were just platonic.

But damn it, he still kind of hated the man with his arm around his Tony. Kind of hated the Colonel for being able to show his affection so openly, even though the men were basically brothers. Kind of hated that his Tony even wanted to laugh with and be close with another person.

Which was just… so ridiculous on Bucky's part and he knew it.

Tony wasn't … his. But it felt like it. Especially lately, when they spent more nights than not wrapped around each other, teasing each other because Tony definitely had a metal arm kink, and Bucky lost his mind every time Tony wore those ridiculous worn out red flannel pajama pants.

He would get flirty little texts randomly throughout the day, and even when Tony was zoned out working he would glance up every few minutes to catch Bucky's eye and smile a little.

It was all amazing.

But they didn't do this . Didn't take over the couch and boo at anyone who tried to interrupt their time. Tony didn't sit with his arm around Bucky's shoulders while they talked. Bucky couldn't casually rest his hand on Tony's thigh and lean close and talk like the Colonel could.

And all of that was starting to drive the soldier crazy.

But no, he supposed Tony wasn't his , so he should probably stop narrowing his eyes and clenching his fists in Rhodeys general direction.

“Jealousy is not a flattering color on you.” Vision said quietly, suddenly, startling Bucky enough that he actually jumped. “What Tony and James share is a wonderful, soul deep brotherhood. And that is all. Surely you know that Tony's heart belongs to you.”

“I don't know that at all.” Bucky answered through gritted teeth. “I just hope it.”

#winteriron #post cacw #healing