#like oh tristan never stopped

[milesmolasses]

braid my hair f’ me (miles morales x blk!reader)

— the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts

— made em real cute for y’all

— ⚠️: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls

the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasn’t until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.

it looked like he’d zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.

"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.

like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"

"are you ok, think I lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as he shook his head stuttering.

"it’s nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.

"it’s ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. you’d hoped it was the latter.

he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guy— Tristan— you think his braids would look good on me?"

you looked at him with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "you’re joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.

"y’know, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.

you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.

it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldn’t contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"

this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.

soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.

"you know… I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.

after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.

"that’s not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.

for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldn’t let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had “the touch,” whatever that meant.

"she’s just the only person who’s soft on my head!"

"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.

"…no"

since then, you’ve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.

"imma just ask my mom if she’ll braid it—"

"milesss c’monnnn! I swear i’ll get you looking right and I won’t grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading one’s. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.

"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.

"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.

he chucked, "actin’ like you ain’t just beg me to let you braid my hair-"

"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.

miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.

after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.

you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.

miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.

"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sigh came from his mouth.

not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for poor miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.

he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"

"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"

"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear miles’ soft sigh as you left the room.

walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"

"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."

you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.

"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."

and smoothly it did… except for the fact that miles couldn’t stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"

"what d’you think i’m tryna do?"

once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasn’t so bad now was it?"

"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.

taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start

"you ready baby?" he said nothing.

"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to behold—

there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.

swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.

"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."

stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.

"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.

running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, “damn mami.”

"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.

"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.

"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.

"um-! when the hell did you take that??"

— i am an avid user of the pink heart emoji

— 🩷

— took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic 😞

— tbh it could easily be both

— @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm

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[mysunshinetemptress]

All I know

Here it is hope you like it :)

Warnings: elements of underage drinking but other then that none

Y/n sighed as she helped unloaded the truck, the noise of people preparing for tonight’s event around her made her smile she loved this part of the rodeo the calm before the storm. Y/n wasn’t partaking in tonights events she left the bull riding to her brothers who themselves where told they weren’t allowed partake after their 28th birthday, their father had put strict rules down in order to keep the future of the Ranch safe and if they where going to be professional bull riders the the future of the Ranch wouldn’t be safe. That’s why tonight Beck and Tristan where the only two Wesso boys riding, Will had turned 28 three months previously which had caused an argument that Y/n still didn’t fully think was resolved but she definitely wasn’t going to be the one to ask.

“Will, Y/n go with your Mom I’m going to go book your brothers in.” Y/n nodded following her Mom in search for her cousin “You going to find your wife tonight Will.” Will shoved his sister “shut your mouth I ain’t finding a wife at a rodeo.” Y/n laughed “well you never know.” Y/n laughed again as Will went to push her “Will stop shoving your sister and Y/n stop windin him up come on now.” Y/n jumped hearing a scream before feeling something hit her back “oh my god I missed you.” Y/n laughed pulling her cousin Savannah into a hug, the pair where best friends only being three days apart they spent every waking moment of their childhood together she was the closest thing Y/n had to a sister “I missed you too Bailey.” Savannah laughed at the nickname they had called each other the same names as their horses stating it would strengthen their bond between them and their horse as well as each other. “Tex you remember my roommate Grace.” Y/n looked past Savannah to a copper haired girl “yeah you came to thanksgiving last year, it’s nice to see you again.” Gracie smiled at Y/n pulling her into a hug “watch her hat Gracie she’s very particular about it, so don’t knock it off her head.” Y/n rolled her eyes a “you ready for tonight.” Gracie asked Y/n nodded nervously she liked parties in Texas they where normally chill enough but what was a party in California going to be like. “It’s ok Tex your going to fit right in.” Y/n eyes Savannah suspiciously. “We are gonna go get some drinks but we will meet y’all at the seats.” Y/n waved goodbye to Gracie and her cousin before turning back to her oldest brother and mom “I swear to god that girl better not try convince me to go to this college I’m going to tonight cause I ain’t going.” Will laughed shaking his head “Y/n your the only one out of all of us who applied to college and when you got in you turned it down.” Y/n nodded “yep sure did.”

Y/n sat between her father and Savannah as she looked on at the riders currently participating in barrel racing “why didn’t you ever get into this Tex.” Y/n looked at her father then back to Savannah “Daddy wouldn’t let me said it was to dangerous, and then you remember Kelsey Wallic, she was two years above is in middle well after her accident there was no point in arguing with him about it.” Savannah laughed, Y/n had was the type of girl who looked for her father’s approval on everything, always did what she was told, let them know where she was going and with who and what time she would be back and she would always be back on that time. Savannah can’t remember a time where she was any different but she knows she was the parents of their family always talked about how wild she used to be but those stories always stopped by the time Y/n was four, “Curiosity killed a cat.” Is what she was always told anytime she tried to ask but she also wondered if it had any link to why Y/n was so particular about her hat whether  it was a trucker hat or her cowboy hat Y/n was rarely seen without one on her head.

Y/n ran from her family and Gracie jumping on Beck and Tristan “that’s the best any of you have ever placed at the Rodeo.” Beck smiled pulling Y/n into him “well I was concentrating on you screaming the entire time that may have helped.” Tristan nodded “yeah but only a little.” Y/n shoved the pair as the family began walking back to the pickups “right so we are dropin you three off and heading back to the hotel, we are leavin 12 on the dot so don’t be late y/n.” Y/n nodded “yes Daddy I promise I won’t be late.”

Y/n sighed feeling her hands start to sweat as she made her way up to the house with Savannah and Gracie “you will be ok Y/n I promise it will be a goodnight.” Gracie smiled squeezing Y/n’s arm trying to reassure her. Y/n sent her a short smile in appreciation “thanks Gracie.”

Y/n looked around surprised before she started laughing turning to look at the pair behind her “you brought me to a cowboy themed party.” Savannah started laughing “Told you would fit in fine Tex, now you don’t have to fret over wearing your hat.” Gracie laughed watching the pair.

Y/n looked around the room amused this was to funny people dressed up how they thought cowboys dressed up other people dressed up with the aim to show as much skin as possible, if her brothers could see all these people they would stand here point and laugh. “You only come to parties to people watch or do you get in on the fun.” Y/n turned towards the voice, y/n felt the air get caught in her throat as she stared at the beautiful girl in front of her “eh no not tonight I’ve got an early mornin tomorrow.” The mystery girl laughed “you know I’m pretty sure the accent isn’t a requirement to get into the party but it’s really good.” It was Y/n’s turn to laugh “it’s not well shit I’ve been practicing real hard.” The mystery girl laughed again “I’m Jenna, and it is mighty fine to meet you.” Y/n laughed at Jenna’s southern accent “that’s not bad if I hadn’t heard your accent first I might have just believed it, I’m Y/n.” Jenna smiled “so do I get to hear your real accent now that we aren’t strangers.” Y/n smiled “I’m afraid this is it.” Jenna felt her cheeks heat up and she was thankful for the dark lighting “oh god your actually southern, I wasn’t doing it to offend you I was just trying to joke around.” Y/n laughed placing her hand on Jenna’s arm “it’s ok, I wasn’t offended, I’m from Texas, where are you from.” Jenna smiled greatfully “I’m from California, Coachella to be more specific.” Y/n smiled “your a good bit away from Texas what has you here.” Y/n laughed “here at this very party or here as in California.” Jenna smiled “both.” Y/n looked over towards the crowd of people before looking back to the brunette “I’m in California for a rodeo that I went to earlier and I’m at this party because my cousin that blonde over there rubbing herself on that poor boy and her roommate that copper haired girl who keeps looking over here invited me.” Jenna smiled “what brings you to this party.” Jenna froze momentarily debating on what she should say before looking into Y/n’s eyes and suddenly relaxing “this is one of the few nights I had planned where I get to be normal.” Jenna couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted as she watched Y/n’s eyes knit forward “what do you mean.” Jenna smiled at her “I filmed a tv show a while back it comes out in about a month I got a month left to be just me before all the mayhem starts.” Y/n smiled at her “well I’m glad I get to meet you as normal Jenna.” Jenna smiled studying Y/n’s features “can I try on your hat.” Y/n laughed again “no.”

Jenna and Y/n sat talking to each other in a quite corner of the room, before they where interrupted by Savannah and Gracie “Tex, we have been looking for you what are you doing sitting over here.” Y/n smiled at Savannah clearly tipsy “I’m talkin to Jenna.” The older girls looked to the brunette sitting beside her “hey I know you.” Gracie piped up, Jenna continued smiling but Y/n could tell something had changed her body language giving it away. “Yeah Gracie I’m sure you do, what do you guys need.” Savannah laughed “nothing Tex we just had no idea where you wandered off to so we came lookin but your alright so we are going to get more drinks.” Y/n sighed “be safe Bailey.” Savannah turned looking to her younger cousin “you know tipsy or not I can knock an asshole to the ground don’t worry about us.” Y/n laughed waving them off as she turned back to Jenna. “You ok.” Jenna smiled “I will be if you let me wear your hat.” Y/n laughed shaking her head “no.” Jenna whined “why not come on we are friends now.” Y/n smiled “I got hat hair and it ain’t pretty.”

Y/n couldn’t tell you what time it was but in all honesty she didn’t care sitting on some dirty old couch talking to Jenna about anything and everything the world just seemed to disappear “hold on now I just realised if we are going to take this friendship seriously I need to know your birthday.” Jenna laughed at Y/n’s seriousness “really you want to know my birthday.” Y/n nodded “yep.” Jenna laughed again “it’s already past it doesn’t matter.” Y/n shook her head “nope I need to know.” Jenna smiled “the 27th of September, so I just turned 20.” Y/n smiled “well happy birthday.” Jenna laughed again “thank you, so when’s yours.” Y/n smiled “mines about two weeks out.” Jenna smiled letting out a huff “hey I told you mine it’s only fair.” Y/n laughed “okay fine, it’s October 31st, I’ll be 20 in two weeks time.” Jenna looked at Y/n amazed “that is the coolest birthday ever.” Y/n laughed at Jenna’s excitement “it’s pretty cool I can’t lie.” Y/n sighed staring at Jenna taking in her features getting lost in counting the freckles that formed on Jenna’s cheeks before she was pulled back to reality feeling her hat move on her head “nope.” Jenna laughed at getting caught “come on Y/n we just took a big step in our friendship telling each other our birthdays let me wear it.” Y/n smiled shaking her head before her attention was pulled to the boy standing in front of them. “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you where.” Y/n looked over at Jenna who smiled at the compliment the boy had just offered her “thank you.” Y/n watched him eyeing up his outfit, his version of a cowboy outfit included boots jeans a white tank top and some cheap hat he has to have picked up at the dollar store, y/n couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at him drawing Jenna’s attention towards her for a second before the boy started talking again “I was going to ask you to dance but I have a better idea, care to wear the hat and ride the cowboy.” Y/n watched him reach up to grab his hat before she pulled hers off placing it on Jenna’s head. “I recommend you walk away before I do something I might regret.” The boy soon shuffled away before Y/n turned back to Jenna. “Seriously all it took for me to get your hat was for some guy to flirt with me.” Y/n shook her head standing up “he wasn’t flirting Jenna he was being gross.” Jenna looked at Y/n confused standing up from the couch “ I don’t understand.” Y/n looked around the room before her attention was takin back to Jenna as the brunette grabbed her hand “want to get out of here.” Y/n looked around spotting Savannah at the far side of the room “yeah but I got to get something first.” Jenna grabbed Y/n’s hand lacing her fingers through the Texans as Y/n pulled her through the crowd. When they reached Savannah Jenna couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as Y/n squeezed her hand “I need your hat Bailey.” Savannah turned looking at Y/n confused before she looked at Jenna realising why “oh your gettin some tonight.” Y/n shook her head thankful the dark lights hid the blush spreading across her face “no I’m not but I’m leaving and I need a hat so.” Savannah laughed pulling her hat off her head “I want that back you hear me.” Y/n looked at her seriously “I don’t plan on keepin it, I promise.”

Jenna followed behind Y/n through the crowds of people as she watched Y/n readjust the hat on her head “uhhhh.” Jenna looked at Y/n confused “what’s wrong.” Y/n looked at Jenna “Savannah has her shaped weirdly I don’t like the way it’s sitting on my head.” Jenna smiled at the Texan “well yours is lovely sits perfectly on my head.” Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at Jenna “aww I’m glad but I’m going to need it back at some point.”

The pair walked around never letting go of each others hand before stopping and sitting in a park. “Can I ask a question.” Y/n nodded picking at the grass “what did that boy mean, like why did you give me your hat while he was talking to me.” Y/n sighed “he said wear the hat ride the cowboy, it’s a country thing ehm when a cowboy gives you his hat and says something like that it means he wants to have sex with you.” Jenna looked at Y/n as it slowly sank in what the boy meant “oh.” Y/n just looked at the trees as Jenna cleared her throat “so does that mean you want to have sex with me.” Y/n looked at Jenna feeling her cheeks start to redden “no, I gave you my hat so he wouldn’t try put his on your head and I’m letting you wear it that’s why I went and took Savannahs.” Jenna looked at Y/n confused “why not just take it back.” Y/n smiled grabbing Jenna’s hand “cause I’m telling all the cowboys out there that I want to see you again that I’m interested in seeing you again, you understand.” Jenna looked down at Y/n’s hand “as a friend.” Y/n felt her heart sink “yeah yeah of course.” Jenna pulled out her phone “I better get going but why don’t you give me your number and we can text, I want to see you again too.” Y/n smiled reaching out taking Jenna’s phone before typing in her number. “You got instagram.” Jenna nodded “what is it I want to follow it before you are anyone different then normal Jenna.” Jenna laughed putting her name in the search bar and clicking follow. The pair stood up before Jenna grabbed Y/n into a tight hug “thank you, tonight was the most normal I have felt in awhile.” Y/n smiled at the brunette “no problem, now anytime you want to feel normal I’m only a phone call away.” Jenna smiled squeezing Y/n one more time before pulling away and walking off “hey, I’m gonna need my hat back.” Jenna laughed “well then how are all the cowboy’s going to know you want to see me again.” Y/n laughed “they’ll know.” Jenna shook her head “I’m taking this as insurance, your going to need it back and I want to see you again so this way I know you will.” Y/n let out a huff but nothing else and smiled as Jenna turned to walk off before collecting her self and making her way back to the hotel.

A/n

First chapter done, I’m still trying to work out how it’s going to progress but for now I hope it’s ok

P.s Jenna kept laughing cause your so funny

#jenna ortega #scream 5 #scream 6 #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #lorraine day #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #vada cavell #tara carpenter x you #jenna ortega x you #lorraine day x reader #lorraine day x you #lorraine day x y/n #yeehaaw #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell x you #wednesday addams x you #wednsday addams #wednesday addams x reader #Wednesday #Wednesday Addams x y/n

[hantheheart]

ok so ive been marinating on some thoughts of 4KOTA again so

18+ 4KOTA and friends but BOOZE EDITION

Percy Platoon first

Donny is a BEAST, this mans can drink so much. It takes so much to get him drunk. He's near the top of ranking here. He gets a little cranky when he's drunk but you can bet your ass he spends so much of the time of getting there making fun of everyone and the time after getting there of being a jokey teasing.

Anne, I think isn't too much of a fan but she can drink a good amount before she's drunk drunk. High middle of the leaderboard. She's a happy drunk and also just more of what she's already like but at 100% the whole time. She will knock herself out within an hour, and it will be Gawain's job to carry her to bed

Percy and Nasiens are. Frankly, I think they're mildly immune? Obviously, Nasiens can frankly erase the effects of alcohol and I'm p sure Percy just can't. It just doesn't work on him. Does this make them top or bottom of the leaderboard? Who knows.

Tristan Platoon

I think Isolde and Jade are both middle ground as well, but opposite side of the middle. Isolde has a slightly higher tolerance than mid and Jade is slightly under. Isolde is a crier, she's real emotional type and she WILL hug somebody. Jade will try to be the hugged one, but he heavily disassociates man. He goes off, he's on another planet.

Chion, I will be mean too, I will not lie. He is pretty low on the leaderboard but not the bottom, it doesn't take much to get drunk and he's a little more obviously mean than usual but he's so wobbly its hard to take him seriously. But he does absolutely make fun of our bottom of the leaderboard.

Tristan is smack between Chion and Jade. He's fairly low tolerance but you can thank the genes he got from Meliodas for being able to handle any booze at all. He's giggly and sweet and always winds up laying on somebody somehow. Shoulder, lap, back, this man will find a way to become a feather boa on you if he can.

AND LANCE!!! Oh this is what spurred this whole post! Lancelot my boy my guy my little purse chihuahua

IF I could direct your attention to Ban's wiki page, you will see that Lance's old man is a LIGHTWEIGHT! Ban gets shitfaced at the slightest amount of booze and you cannot look me in the eye and tell me Fairies have any better chance. Lance is the LIGHTEST LIGHT WEIGHT IN BRITANIA and he HATES IT. And worst yet, he's just like his dad when he's shitfaced. He gets real friendly and by GOD he won't stop laughing.

Chion loves to gloat about how he can drink more than Lancelot, but Tristan and Percy are by far the worst of it, they WILL tease him relentlessly the day after because he would not stop telling them they're his beeeeeessssssstttt frrrriiieeennndddsss~!

And last but certainly not least.

Gawain is just. Impervious. She can down a whole barrel of good shit and act no different. Her face doesnt even flush. You literally can't tell if it does anything and she'll certainly never tell if it works. She and Donny absolutely do drinking contest cause Donny always thinks 'this time I'll win' and then doesn't.

#4kota #seven deadly sins #mokushiroku no yonkishi #tw alchohol mention #had thoughts because of that episode Howzer shows up in #4kota lancelot #4kota tristan #4kota percival #4kota gawain #4kota donny #4kota anne #4kota nasiens #4kota jade #4kota isolde #4kota chion

[desire-mona]

why i think richard cameron is Like That

the long awaited cam analysis post of sorts!!!

so to start off, let me acknowledge the obvious: CAMERON SUCKED FOR WHAT HE DID TO HIS FRIENDS. THAT WAS MEAN AND SHITTY OF HIM, HE DESERVED TO GET PUNCHED IN THE FACE AND HE DESERVED TO HAVE HIS FRIENDS STOP LIKING HIM. this post is just to paint a more nuanced picture of the motivations and reasoning behind his cam-ness. also i feel the need to address that my love for dylan kussman HEAVILY influences my opinion on cameron, so please keep that in find when u read this. if my bias shows at any point then feel free to offer your perspective, odds are i'll find a way to agree :3

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lets start at the very beginning of the movie, his first appearance with the tradition banner. this obviously wasn't anything i rly thought of in depth on my first watch, but on my second watch i was like oh Hm.

tradition, of course, is a BIG aspect of welton that the movie repeatedly emphasises, drawing lots of attention to how nothing changes. i find cam holding the tradition banner especially interesting in relativity to neil holding the excellence banner specifically. cam very clearly tries his best to embody the rules of welton (more on this later) and very rarely deviates from those rules, although he does on occasion (again - more on this later.) but despite his attempts to be the manifestation of those values are never met with any praise, unlike neil. that's not to say that neil isn't deserving of that praise though, absolutely he is deserving, but in terms of academics specifically, cam's pretty up there too! this part doesnt exactly tie in directly with the rest of the post, but just thought id point it out first to add a layer to the rest of my thoughts.

how i view cam's character arc is something that's framed in a way thats not supposed to be viewed as an arc, i suppose (interesting considering the tradition thing hm). of course thats inaccurate as he does in fact have in arc, it just small in relation to the more forefront-ed poets. and it makes him ultimately less likeable, so.

during a majority of the movie (pre neil death) cam is known as the guy who doesnt like to break rules, that much is obvious, but in the end he still does with the dead poets society. now the reasoning behind that isnt actually touched on in a direct way, so there are a few different ways you can view that. i'll touch on a few different reasonings that me, @pencileraser1, and @good--merits-accumulated came up with.

my reasoning - i see cam's willingness to break the rules as cam holding his friends' idea of him on a high pedestal, constantly taking into consideration what they think. not wanting his friends to consider him a loser or boring in any way, he joins despite the anxiety surrounding being caught. not without fuss though, he does still outwardly talk about how this isnt something they should be doing. all this and yet he does in fact join, AND he doesnt rat anyone out for a majority of the movie (even after the call from god dealio!!!) fomo, basically.

nick's reasoning (found in this post) - he just wanted his friends to be safe!!! joining to (in my view) keep them in line in terms of safety as well as. i guess. provide the reminder of the consequences i suppose?? nick im opening up the floor to u if u wanna delve into this point more cuz ur definitely able to provide better reasoning n such. if asking nick to talk abt things was a full time job.

tristan's reasoning (discussed in dms) - cam's need for authority. tristan brought up a very good headcanon/ theory/ something or other that cam is the type to need constant direction or authority, and i totally agree! (reason for that will - again - come up later.) now this culminates in a couple different ways. 1) most obviously, adhereing (ehh) to the rules of welton, and 2) his relationship with the rest of the poets. due to the size of the welton student body, a lack of individual direction from teachers and staff is almost inevitable. so to fill that gap, he adheres to his friends' """"""rules"""""", and joins the poets. floor is open to you as well if you'd like to elaborate further, tristan :3

my thoughts of cam being super focused on his friends' idea of him actually started as a bit. i believe i made a hc post about smoking weed?? maybe?? and said something along the lines of "cam would smoke even if he doesnt want to, not cuz of peer pressure from his friends but more of a self imposed peer pressure. thinking its rude/ cringe/ uncool to turn down smthn like this bc all the rest of the guys r doing it." but after a rewatch of the scene in dps where theyre all walking outside, it started having some merit in my mind! in that scene, keating does a sort of imitation of cameron when he first starts to walk, something like "am i doing this right?", "am i walking weird?", etc. (paraphrasing ofc.) so i sort of took that aspect and applied it to other parts of his character and found out that oh, this actually kinda makes sense!

speaking of keating and his lessons, lets talk carpe diem.

now my interpretation of cam is that he doesn't exactly *want* to apply carpe diem in his life, seeing it as an antithesis of the welton values. only joining the poets for the reasons mentioned above. however, he does indeed apply it in my eyes, but more as a fucked up reversal and dickish version which eventually ends up in him deservedly getting punched. now is this how keating intended him to interpret carpe diem? ehhhhhhhhhhhhh,, it's complicated, let's talk about the context a bit.

this part is more theorising than anything, so take it with a few grains of salt if u wish.

cam quite obviously is a pretty big stickler for the rules, which i believe is a result of outside influence. id like to thank @lovech1ld for reminding me of this! cam's parents/ grandparents/ guardians are noticably older than the other poets, which, in my eyes, makes a heavy emphasis on following the rules make a lot more sense (respect your elders type shit.) so this, combined with the inherent fear of authority that most of the boys seem to have, makes him a chronic rule follower. but it goes further than that, after these ideas have been pushed for so long, i feel that cameron's started to mix up his own personal morals and values with the morals and values of welton, viewing those two things as one in the same. here's where that starts to muddy things up in terms of carpe diem.

i interpret cam's finking AS his application of carpe diem in his life, but as more of a subconscious choice. now you may be thinking "hey. mona. what?" and i UNDERSTAND! but here's my reasoning behind that. as i mentioned/ theorised before, cam has a very high opinion of his friends' idea of him, but this does eventually change after neil's passing. his subconscious carpe diem application, to put it into proper words, was a way to stick up for himself and his beliefs despite what all his friends think. again, being brought about by neils death, since he didn't choose to rat anyone out when the opportunity first presented itself during the call from god assembly. and i dont think cam sticking up for himself is inherently a bad thing!! but! since cam's idea of his morals are so clouded by welton's, this isn't actually sticking up for himself, this is just being a tattletale.

he did provide other reasoning for doing so to the poets of course, so lets talk a bit about that too. he says something along the lines of "i did it for neil" and "this is what he wouldve wanted" which is obviously bullshit, objectively. but i don't think he saw it that way, i think he genuinely believed thats what he thought neil would've wanted, as stupid of him as that was. obviously thats not what he wouldve wanted AT ALL, and why he actually thought that is FAR beyond me. but i really dont think he wouldve turned anyone in if he didnt genuinely believe it, especially considering the fact that he was PART of the dead poets. even if he was the one to confess, im sure he likely got punished as well. (which also couldve been what he wanted? tristan this is an opening to also discuss catholic cam on here bc ur reasonings for that were INCREDIBLE.)

on top of this, i really dont think that cam actually understood the weight of what turning in everyone would do. now i will say right away, hes not dumb, he knew that keating would be fired and charlie would be expelled, and that alone should've turned him away if he really wanted to honor neil. as i said before we started, he absolutely deserved to be punched and lose his friends, that was a dick move that ended up ruining two lives for a long long time, if not forever.

but.

due to him grieving, his rules = morals shtick, and fear of authority, i think he turned in the poets without giving actual, proper thought into what the consequences of that would be. which manifests itself both in the film with the final scene.

in the last scene where all of the boys stand on the desk, we see multiple shots of cam looking around and looking at everyone standing. and we (or at least i) can definitely see some sort of consideration to join them!!! he of course doesnt, and ends up choosing to sit, looking QUITE ashamed. this too can he interpreted a couple ways, either as him being embarrassed that his peers are doing this, or as him wanting to join them but knowing that he was the reason keating was fired. knowing that it would be incredibly disingenuous, even if he stood as a way to sort of apologise to keating + the poets for what he did and show that he regrets his actions, he stayed seated. and was so. so. mad at himself for it.

now i don't remember where i heard this so im not sure how to go about fact checking, but i believe the choice to keep cam seated was ultimately dylan kussman's?????? but dont take my word as gospel in terms of that, i very well could be wrong.

BUT! this gives me an opportunity to talk abt how much i love dylan kussman!!!!! nick vocalised the thought before i was able to in one of his posts, but considering the fact that i agree wholeheartedly, i'll reiterate it. i see rsl and ethan hawke constantly be praised (deservedly!) for their understanding of the inner workings of their characters, especially reflected in the desk set scene. and while YES ABSOLUTELY, i think dylan needs this praise as well. dylan was the PERFECT casting choice for cameron and i will shout that from the rooftops until my voice goes hoarse. so so so many of his little mannerisms, facial expressions, ways of speaking, soooo many etceteras are just so. so. CAMERON! even the most comprehensive directorial choices cant top an actor's inherent understanding of a character and reflection of that in their performance. good god! i think my new dream in life is to ask dylan about how he came about properly embodying cameron and his process in doing so.

anyway

with my dylan fanfare over, that about wraps up my thoughts on cam in terms of the film itself. HOWEVER. i have lots and lots of thoughts after a long convo with tristan about certain headcanons and post-canon theories and whatever. will probably touch on those but i dont really have my thoughts properly collected enough, so that wont be until later.

as per usual with these types of posts, everyone else is welcome to add any input they may have. cam is one of my fav things to talk abt in terms of dps so i will eat up every single little thing. thank u for reading!!!!

#desire mona #WOO MAN #this took a while #but we're done!! finally!!! #dead poets society #richard cameron #dylan kussman #banger

[slvt4tristan]

my biggest rival

pairing: tristan dugray x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

description: you and tristan have been competing academically at chilton for years, and it’s not exactly like you two have a peachy relationship. translation: you hate each other. however, you’re forced to work on a final group project together that’s worth a huge chunk of your grade. both stressed out from finals season, maybe it’s time to find a new thing to compete and see who’s better at, something that satisfies the both of you way more than schoolwork.

warnings: 16+ only, smut, blow job, face sitting

notes: i feel like i got way too carried away with this one but oh well… i’ve been getting a ton of requests to write more after my first story and i’m sorry this one took so long <333

You’ve come to the conclusion that Tristan Dugray is impossible. Today you were invited (more like forced) to come to his house to work on a final project. However, he seems hellbent on doing anything and everything he can to slow your progress. You didn’t understand how he got such good grades, good enough to rival even yours, if he had such a devil-may-care attitude about schoolwork. God, he annoyed you so much, and at a time when you already had so much stress built up from final exams, you were at your breaking point.

“Stop being so tightly wound,” Tristan scoffed, “I bet this is your first time in a boy’s room” He was seated next to you on his bed. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the buttons mostly undone. Your eyes drifted every now and then to his defined chest muscles. A pencil was tucked behind his ear.

“As opposed to you, who fucks every living thing, probably doesn’t even make them cum, and never looks their way again,” you responded bitterly, not taking your eyes off your notes.

“Oh? What makes you think I don’t make the girls I sleep with cum?” he suddenly shut his notebook, which he was only pretending to write in, and sat up at attention. Of course now that you two were talking about your sex lives, he was attentive and ready to participate.

“Just a hunch about guys like you.”

“Guys like me?” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, egging you on.

“The hot popular kids everyone wants to fuck, and when they finally get a chance, the sex is disappointing and the guy is gone in the morning.”

“I’m a guy that everyone wants to fuck?” he asked in a cocky tone, inching closer to you, almost breathing in your ear. “Including you?”

“No chance in hell.” You quickly shot back, but not before he saw your flustered complexion and nervous fidgeting.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe that,” he replied, “Let me make a proposition to you. Since you claim I suck so bad in bed, let’s have a little bet. If you win, I’ll help you with this dumb project.”

“What’s the bet?” You said, gulping.

“Let’s see how fast we can make each other cum. I’ll time it. Judging by how visibly tense your shoulders are, you need a major stress reliever.”

You hated the fact that he was right. Everything had been weighing down on you so hard that you felt badly stretched thin. Plus, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. There wasn’t really any harm in this… right?

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a wager, but… one question. What happens if you win?”

“Let’s just say I get a special request from you.” He smirked.

“Deal. Uh, who should go first?” You found yourself more nervous than expected now that the real thing was getting closer.

“Ladies first is what I always say.” Tristan grinned, retrieving a pulling out his phone to set the stopwatch.

Huh, I guess the best strategy would be to suck him off, you thought to yourself. You gently lowered yourself onto the floor in front of Tristan, finding a comfortable position on your knees. Looking up at Tristan, you could tell he was getting flustered at the sight of you kneeling for him. You smiled to yourself. He was cute with sweaty hands and red cheeks. You reached up and pulled the zipper down on his khaki pants. He was wearing checkered boxers, and the tip of his dick had leaked a patch of pre-cum onto them. You wrapped your fingers around his clothed clock, making him let out a breathy groan. His head was tilted back, lips open, and adam’s apple showing on his throat. You couldn’t deny it, you liked what you saw. You pulled down his underwear and revealed his hard, needy dick. Quickly, you took the tip in your mouth and massaged it with your warm tongue.

“Agh, y/n, please!” He shouted, his brows knitted together in pleasure.

His moans turned you on too, and soon you shifted to place your knee underneath your clothed clit. You began slowly rubbing yourself up and down against your own leg, feeling the tingly vibrations and warm pleasure waves make their way throughout your body. You took him fully in your mouth, licking up and down his shaft whilst sucking. Every now and then you would moan against his dick, sending vibrations up the sensitive body part. He was thrusting his hips now, desperate.

“You’re good at this babygirl, just a little bit more!”

The nickname increased the pulsating sensation in your clit, you desperate for him. You began bobbing your head at a merciless pace, bringing him closer to orgasm. He let out a strangled moan, yelling a mixture of affectionate nicknames and your name. His hot cum shot down your throat, which you swallowed quickly.

“Did you swallow my cum?” He asked, still breathing heavily, while reaching over to stop the timer.

You nodded, wiping around your mouth and standing.

“Fuck, I really like you.”

You felt crimson reach your cheeks.

“I- thanks, um… what’s the time?”

“3 minutes and 17 seconds,” he said sheepishly.

“Not bad.” You commented, shrugging.

“Ready for your turn? I saw you humping your leg while you were giving me a blowjob, you must really want me, huh?” Of course he had to be as cocky as ever throughout this whole process.

“Shut up.” You responded, taking the initiative to straddle his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Eager.”

You chuckled. For a second, everything froze. You were seated on top of him, gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your gaze drifted to his lips: plump, soft, pink. Was kissing allowed when the stopwatch wasn’t on? Would he think it was weird? Were you the only one who didn’t really care about the bet anymore, and just wanted to have more of him?

“Kiss me, beautiful.” He breathed out.

You closed your eyes and leaned in. His lips were warm and plush against yours. You kissed again and again, lazily making out. He bit your bottom lip gently and tugged on it, causing you to jump and move closer to him. One of his hands moved to your lower back, and the other just below your breasts. He slid his tongue into your mouth. The hot muscle licked against your own, slowly massaging each other. You began slowly grinder against his forming bulge, clit feeling delicious friction. Finally he broke away, and you felt embarrassed for your indulgence.

“Baby, as good as you taste, I kinda wanna eat something else,” he groaned, reaching over to set the stopwatch.

You were surprised. You never really thought of him as the type to eat pussy. You had had a few choice sexual encounters before, but you were still a virgin, and had never been eaten out. However, you had… read some things. So, of course, you weren’t about to say no.

“Let me undress you?” Tristan asked.

You nodded in consent. He lifted off your shirt, revealing an intricate cream-colored bra decorated with a bow and lace.

“You wore lingerie to my house?” He chuckled.

“N-no, it’s—I wear this all the time.” You lied.

“Don’t be shy. It’s exactly what I like to see, babygirl.”

Feeling emboldened, you grabbed his hands and placed them on the breasts. In response, he squeezed them and began playing with your tits.

“Did you like that too?”

“Yeah, I did. You have cute tits. I wanna see more.”

He reached behind your back and unclipped your bra with one hand. You had the urge to cover up your naked breasts, but Tristan quickly began sucking on them. He pulled away to rid you of your pants. When you had stripped down to just a pair of underwear, he pressed the base of his palm against your clit and started with circular motions. He then slid your panties down and pocketed them discreetly.

“Sit on my face,” he said, lying back flat on his bed and smirking.

Oh, this was going to be fun. You straddled him and slowly lowered your pussy onto his mouth. You could feel his hot breath sending shivers straight to your clit. You relaxed and placed all your weight on Tristan’s face. He licked a stripe across your cunt, testing the waters. It felt like bliss when his warm tongue met your clit.

“More!” You whimpered.

You could feel Tristan smiling against your core. He grabbed your hips, shifting you forward so that you clit rested on the tip of his nose. Then, his tongue plunged into you. He began a merciless pace of fucking you with his tongue, hitting your g-spot consistently. You began to drag yourself up and down, his nose providing friction for your clit. Soon you were desperately riding his face as he thrust into you with his tongue.

“T-tristan, I’m getting close!” You stuttered, your mind had gone dumb from pleasure.

“I know baby,” he groaned against you.

He slid his tongue out of you and brought it up to your clit. This time he laid it completely flat against you, inviting you to use him however you wanted to get off. You bucked your hips against his tongue, sliding up and down until your climax started to build.

“I’m cumming!” You yelled.

A string of moans which mostly consisted of “Oh, Tristan!” left your mouth. You gushed onto his face. Slowly, you lifted yourself off him and laid down on his right, panting and cunt aching with pleasure. Tristan was good. He casually laced his fingers with yours.

“So… was it okay?”

“Not just okay,” you giggled.

He grinned at you, cheeks dusted with red, and sat up to check the stopwatch. Glee spread across his face.

“3 minutes and 11 seconds,”

You cursed under your breath. Now all the embarrassing things Tristan might make you do at school were racing through your mind.

“Alright, lay it on me. What’s my punishment? Please don’t make me wear something ridiculous,” you snorted.

Glancing over at Tristan, you realized he had a more serious expression on his face, and wasn’t laughing with you. He looked almost nervous, fidgeting with his fingers and working up the strength to say something.

“Y/n, I want you to let me take you out on a date.” When he saw your shocked expression, he attempted to backpedal and coerce you further, “Look, I know this is all kind of fucked up. I mean, we’ve already given each other head before we’ve had our first date or even, I don’t know, hugged. But I just… really want you to give me a chance.” You could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay, Tristan. I’ll go out with you,” You beamed.

“Great! Uh, I mean, thank you. I won’t let you down.”

He slipped his hand back into yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze. You carefully laid your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“I guess this stupid project can wait until tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He grinned.

#tristan dugray #gilmore girls #gilmore girls smut #girlmore girls fluff #smut #smut fanfiction #tristan smut #tristan fluff #tristan dugray smut #tristan dugray x reader #tristan dugray fluff #tristan dugray x you #tristan dugray fanfiction #gilmore girls fanfic #gilmore girls fanfiction #tristan dugray x reader smut #tristan dugray fanfic #tristan dugray imagine #tristan fanfiction #gilmore girls fluff #chad michael murray #chad michael murray x reader #chad michael murray smut #chad michael murray fluff #chad michael murray fanfiction #gilmore girls x reader

[fbfh]

tristan dugray with baby fever

STOOOOOOOP PLEASE PLEASE KEEP GOING

no bc we've already established a LOT about Tristin. he's dedicated. obsessivley so, even. once he HAS you he doesn't get jealous in a petty way as much as in a puffing out his chest birds acting eccentric to defend their turf way. when he gets jealous the pda goes in FULL SWING. he is so shameless and has just a little sprinkle winkle of bull energy. so you would think that his baby fever comes from this obsessive lovey dovey I want everyone to look at you and know you're mine place right???????? not quite. like it does but not till later. Tristin's baby fever is soul crushingly gut punchingly triggered by watching you interact with a little kid. Chilton is a k-12 school, so this probably started late in your senior year. there was some little kid who was new and got horribly lost and ended up in the high school building instead of the kindergarten building. you and Tristin saw her hiding behind a bench and you stopped to help her. Tristin stood nearby, watching the way you crouched down and introduced yourself in a gentle voice, the softness of your demenor to not scare her. you told her you get lost all the time, and it's normal for a new school to feel scary until you get used to it. you smooth her hair and tell her chilton is really fun and the other kids are nice. you tell her how great the cafeteria is and how cool the junglegym is at recess. you offer to help her find her kindergarten room, and Tristin watches with wide eyes and changing brain chemistry as you scoop up this adorable little kid wearing a backpack as big as she is and walk over to him.

"This is my friend Tristin. Tristin, this is Lilly. Do you wanna walk with us to the kindergarten building?"

Lilly tries to say hi but hides shyly as you chuckle. Tristin walks with you two all the way across campus as you two show Lilly all the cool statues and portraits, all the old trophys and class photos along the way. Tristin works his magic, charming giggles and smiles out of Lilly as you two turn a terrible first day into a pretty good one. You each hold one of her hands and swing her along as you finally reach the kindergarten building, smiling and giggling right along with her until she's safely dropped off at her kindergarten room. Mrs. Benning, the teacher, thanks both of you profusely. Before you part ways, you give Lilly a hug and high five for good luck. Mrs. Benning sends ahead a note so neither of you get in trouble for missing class, and I swear to god, Tristin does not stop thinking about it for weeks.

Flash forward a couple years, Tristin is almost out of college and ready to step into the marketing department of the family business, just like his parents and grandparents planned. One day he gets a call from his dad, telling him that his cousin Honor's baby shower is coming up soon, giving him the details of when to be there and what to bring, but he kind of stops listening after that. Honor's having a baby? like, his cousin Honor? the one that's not too much older than you and him? he stares at you sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, doing your makeup and wearing one of his shirts with the coffee he made you at your side, and suddenly he can't stop thinking about a little toddler that looks just like the both of you running over and sitting in your lap while you do your makeup. calling you mama, shaking a rattle or whatever toddlers play with, wearing those little pajamas with the feet on them... and now it's all he can think about. he knows his dad and grandpa have had his life planned out for him since before he was born, he always knew the timeline was graduate, marriage, kids, take over the family business and he really never had like... a resentful "I hate my destiny" phase with it. Up until high school he was very much in the "oh that's years away that doesn't have anything to do with me and my life yet" mindset. then he met you. and now, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom in your shared apartment watching you get ready, Tristin is overcome with desire. he wants you. he wants a life with you, he wants to hear you say that he's the father of your child. he wants an unbreakable, irreversable bond of every possible kind with you. chemical, social, legal, eveything. he wants to cuff you, to lock you in. he wants to sleep at night knowing that your and his babies, toddlers, kids, are sleeping soundly in their cozy rooms right down the hall, that you get to sleep next to your husband Tristin, the father of your children Tristin. he wants to hear people call you Mrs. Dugray, wants to bump up his old man to a grandpa, prove to his dad how a dad should treat his children. he wants to break the godforsaken generation cycle that always seems to come with the generational wealth, and raise your kids to be loved and happy and secure. and in that moment, he speedran through all the stages of baby fever to stage 4 extreme terminal the baby fever is baby fevering kinda baby fever. god help you, the (surprisingly short) span of time between now and when you get pregnant???? he's going to be more insufferable than ever.

I will be writing more about how insufferable and nightmare and evil /pos tristin is with baby fever just not in this ask cause it's getting too long. send me more excuses to talk about this.

#drabbles #tristin dugray #tristin dugray x reader #tristin dugray drabbles #baby fever #gilmore girls #gilmore girls drabbles #gilmore girls x reader #dad!tristin dugray #tristin with baby fever is a NIGHTMAREEEEEE #AUUUUGHHHHHHH HES SO CHARMING #he's so so so he's so he's he's heeeee'ssssss #“aww look how cute mary... think we could do better?” #AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[lukeevangelista]

imagine joe burrows little sister dating a umich hockey boy (maybe one of the sophs) and when she tells him he gets all protective

Burrow’s Sister

Here’s the long awaited Burrow!Reader fic..

Enjoy

I’m including Sam in this… well bc I love Sam. I don’t have an actual excuse

Also you didn’t specify which year so SURPRISE! Enjoy and find out who the boy i went with is!

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“Of all schools, it had to be someone from Michigan?” Sam chuckled as you walked down the hallway with him, looking for your brother.

You had came down to visit and catch the Ravens game during your school break and obviously see your family while you were in town.

Being close to Sam, Sam had agreed to help you around the facility to find your brother. Plus, Sam was like another brother to you. You had been around, especially when you came down to see your family and Joe, long enough to know most of the boys that were still in Cincinnati since Joe had been there.

When you came down, Joe and Olivia were more than happy to host you, especially because while you did love your parents, they could be overbearing at times and Joe knew this. With him not getting to see you often due to school for you and football for him, he was over the moon when you asked to stay with him.

“I mean..” you awkwardly laughed, “you can’t still be holding a grudge years later Sam.”

“Hey! Once a Buckeye, always a Buckeye.”

“I hate you.” You sighed before letting out a soft chuckle.

Sam tossed his arm around your shoulder, “C’mon, I think he’s in the weight room.” He said, “Can’t wait to watch him flip.”

**

You chickened out.

You did not tell Joe about Johnny. Joe was already upset about some things and you decided not to press the issue with telling him about Johnny.

“You-“ Sam facepalmed as you two walked out of the weight room, “You should have told him. Because when Jason-“

“Johnny.” You corrected.

“Right- shows up Sunday, Joe isn’t going to be too happy with you and liable to go all protective on you. You know how he is.” Sam said, “Don’t forget how he was about Tristan.”

“Yeah I know.” You sighed, “but don’t forget he was right about Tris tho- as much as I hate to admit it.”

“Oh trust me. He didn’t shut up for weeks about him being right.” Sam mentioned as he opened the front door for you, “We’re all just glad you wisened up because he was literal trash.”

“Oh I know.” You chuckled as Sam walked you to your car, “I’ll see you later Samuel.”

“I told you to stop calling me that!” He playfully shouted as he started to walk back towards the building.

“Never!” You yelled out the window, his flipping you off as you pulled out of the parking lot.

****

“Hi baby.” Johnny grinned as he walked up to you in the parking lot. You were currently tailgating with Olivia and some of the other wives and girlfriend, waiting to enter the stadium.

Johnny had to arrived later than you because of Michigan playing Ohio State that Friday and Saturday night. You were worried he wouldn’t make it, but he assured you he would be there and that he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Hi honey.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling him pull you in close as you heard the murmurs from around you.

“Going to introduce us?” Olivia asked as she gave Johnny a small wave, him offering a soft smile as you pulled away from him.

“This is Johnny. My boyfriend.” You said, your voice fading out with the last words as you looked towards the sky, tucking your hands in your back pockets. 

“Boyfriend?” Olivia choked on the sip of beer she took, Paige lightly smacking her back as she let out a splutter of coughs, “Joe is going to murder you for keeping this from him.” 

“Oh I’m prepared and I’ve warned Johnny.” You nervously chuckled, “Besides, how mad can he be?”

**

“Don’t be mad.” Olivia said as she laced her hand with Joe’s, him not seeing you with your parents just yet. More importantly, not seeing Johnny just yet.

“Why would I be mad?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Oh, just wait.” She sighed, “We also might have a slightly unexpected guest tonight.”

“What do you mean slightly?” Joe cocked an eyebrow at her, her shrugging.

“Oh you’ll see.”

Joe and Olivia had finally made their way over to your family. A scowl appeared on Joe’s face the moment he saw you wrapped in an unfamiliar faces arms. 

His little sister? With some man he didnt recognize? Who had facial hair? No way. 

“And you are?” Joe asked, his chest puffing out slightly as he eyed Johnny up and down, clearly judging him. 

“John Beecher.” Johnny unraveled his hand from yours, holding it out to shakes Joe’s, who just ignored it. 

“Got it.” He snidely replied as Olivia nudged him the ribs.

“Play nice.” She whispered causing him to roll his eyes at his girlfriend, “I’m assuming well see you at home?” She asked as she watched you nod.

“I think we’re going to go to mom and dad’s and then we’ll be over to settle in. J has his stuff in my car so we’ll get him unpacked for the week.”

Olivia nodded, bidding you both goodbye as Joe followed her to his car.

“Week?!” Joe practically shrieked as they both got into the car, “No fucking way is that.. fuck boy staying with us.” 

“He seems nice Joe.” She sighed, “Give him a chance.” she continued, “Don’t forget. You were once that boy too and she’s not twelve anymore.”

Joe let out a grumble under his breath as he started the car. 

**

“He’s not staying here.” Joe grumbled to you ask you sat down beside him, you rolling your eyes.

“Olivia said it was okay.”

“Well you’re not staying in the same room.”

“Liv said it was fine.”

“I did.” Olivia said as she walked into the room.

“You’re being just as overbearing as mom right now J.” You replied, it coming out a little harsher than intended, “Maybe I should have just stayed with mom.”

“Maybe you should have.” He remarked, “At least I wouldn’t have some random dude that’s probably boning my sister in my house.”

“Fuck you Joe.” You hissed as you stood up, “When you’re over whatever this is, then we’ll talk.” You continued, “Until then, just leave me alone.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere where you’re not.” You said as you walked up the stairs to the room you were staying in. 

Olivia glared at Joe, him tossing his hands up at her, “What?” He asked, his voice laced with slight hostility. 

“You Joe.” She grumbled, “You’ve gotta give this whole protective bullshit up. This is absolutely insane. You’re going to push her away with this.”

Joe let out a groan, knowing she was right as he looked towards her.

“Why are you taking her side?” He asked.

“Because I’ve been in that position with brothers who didn’t like the guy I was dating.” She said causing him to raise his eyebrows at her.

“Oh yeah? Who didn’t they like?” He questioned.

“You.” She stated.

“Wait there’s no way they didn’t like-”

“Don’t try and defend yourself now Burrow. They hated you.” She said, “And you wanna know why?” She watched his reaction, continuing once she saw him nod, “It was because they thought you were exactly how you think that poor boy upstairs is. A complete fuck boy who was going to hurt their sister. Use her and leave her in the dust when he went pro.”

Joe stayed silent as he listened to Olivia speak, “I think you need to give him and chance and I think you need to give her more credit than you do. She’s a smart girl. She’s been hurt once and I know she won't let the same mistake happen again. You and I both know this.” She stated, “I think you need to go makeup with her Joe.” she patted his leg as he let out a sigh, knowing she was right, “I think you should get to know him before you start judging him. He seems like a nice guy and your sister really likes him babe.” 

**

The tension in the room was thick as you sat down.

“I heard.” He said, “I can leave if I need to sweetheart. I don’t want me being here to cause a rift.”

“It’s not J.” You let out a heavy sigh, “Joe is just being Joe. He was like this with the last guy. It’s just a protective thing- he just doesn’t want me getting hurt.”

“I understand that Y/N, but I also don’t want to be the reason you two fight all week either.”

“I’m not doing this.” You stated as you pinched the bridge of your nose, “He’ll get over it. He’s just- he’s Joe. I’m his little sister.” You said as you looked towards Johnny, watching his face change, “I’m his only little sister.” You reiterated, “He’s naturally more protective. He’s always been like this. It’s nothing new-“

“It isn’t.” You heard Joe’s voice butt in, both yours and Johnny’s head snapping towards the door frame, seeing Joe standing there with his arms across his chest, “and it’ll never change.” He said as he walked into the room.

“When did you-“

“I’ve been standing there a couple of minutes.” He chuckled, “but that’s besides the point Y/N.” He continued as he sat down on the desk chair before rolling over to be in front of you and Johnny, “I’ve just been thinking and I was being an ass. You’re my little sister Y/N-“

“Yeah we’ve established that.”

“Okay smartass.” He chuckled, “as I was saying, I’ll always be protective. That’ll never stop. But what will stop is me questioning your choices. You’re a smart girl. You know what you’re doing.” He said, “I have faith in that.”

“Did Olivia tell you to say this?” You scowled. Your brother would never-

“No. She didn’t.” He said, reassuringly, “Maybe a little nudge, but this all from me, not Liv. I need to realize you’re not a child anymore. You’re a young lady who can make her own decisions. You’ve got this.” He said, “and I know you’ll come to me if anything happens and you know I’ll be there. In a heartbeat.”

You leaned forward, quickly wrapping your arms around Joe’s neck, him reciprocating the action, “Thank you Joe.”

“You’re welcome.” He said as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before you detached yourself from him.

He gave you a grin as he stood up, the chair sliding backwards hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“I’m Joe.” He said as he held his hand out to Johnny, Johnny immediately standing up as he realized what was going on.

“Nice to meet you Joe, I’m Johnny.” Johnny said as he shook his hand.

“Now c’mon downstairs, I think we need to get to know you better.” Joe grinned, “I think you’ll be sticking around for a while.”

“Does this mean he doesn’t have to move his stuff?” You laughed as you watched Joe whip around, his eyes glaring at you before them softening, “Too far?”

“Just no funny business, okay?” He sighed.

“Deal.” You letting out another laugh as you three made it down the stairs.

Olivia was sitting on the couch, her watching their every move as she saw Johnny and Joe start to joke around as you both sat down beside her, Joe on the other side.

With a soft smile on your face, you cuddled into Johnny’s side as his arm was slung over your shoulder as you watched two of the most important men in your life starting to finally get along, warming your heart to no end.

“Thank you for coming.” You whispered as you looked up at him.

“Thank you for having me.” He grinned as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Gross.” Joe muttered under his breath before letting out a chuckle at your reaction.

“Fuck off Burrow.” You whipping your head around, staring at him.

“You first.”

“Go to bed you little shit,” he said as he reached over, giving your head a light shove, “You all will have an early morning.”

“Wait- why?”

“You’re crazy if you think we don’t have stuff planned.” He said as he stood up, “Goodnight kid.” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Goodnight Joe.” You whispered into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek smooshed against him. “Love you.”

“Love you more.” He said, “Now get to bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

You gave Olivia a side hug as you and Johnny made your way up the stairs.

“I think he likes me.” Johnny grinned from beside you as you two brushed your teeth, getting ready for bed.

“Oh really?” You laughed as you spat the toothpaste into the sink, “I think-“

“Please don’t diminish my hope.” He chuckled.

“You know I can’t do that.” You smiled as you turned towards him, your hands on his shoulders, slowly making their way down his chest, “You know I love ruining your day.” You joked.

“You could never ruin my day.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Never ever.”

You gave him a quick kiss as you two finished getting ready for bed, quickly setting an alarm.

You two laid there for what felt like ever, but in reality, it was only 30 minutes before you rolled over to face him.

“You know, he does like you.” You said, your eyes scanning the profile of his face.

“I figured.” He said, “I’m glad he does. I know he means a lot to you.”

“Good.” You replied, “You mean a lot to me too.” You said, “ Just as much.”

“Good.” He said, pulling you into his chest, you both slowly drifting off to sleep.

#sam hubbard #joe burrow #soft thoughts w/ari

[castleaudios]

Beth's confession/latest audio made me wonder (both angst and not): 1. Has anyone ever stopped being Mates? Like, bonded together, then one or both parties decided to separate? Or is this something that Shifters are fairly instinctual/otherwise connected with that it would never happen? (Even very rarely) (To clarify: I do not mean if one member dies, obviously that happens and it's very sad)

2. If they do - what happens then? I'd imagine that fucks with the Pack quite a bit.

3. Has anyone ever had multiple Mates? Poly or otherwise (like a Widow/Widower finding a new Mate later in life)?

4. We gotta hear about how it went with Beth telling everyone about her and Seer lol Please indulge

5. Can you tell us more about Simon, Ro, and Claire "taking Seer aside" to let them know they're family? Or is there a possibility of this being an audio in the future? It's just really sweet and I'd love to hear more <3

6. How the fuck did Seer convince Claire to go hang out with them, workaholic that she is? XD (Oh god, was it cause Ranger left her spiraling a bit and she finally admitted she could use a break? :o)

Yes, sometimes mates will separate if things come to that. They are allowed to separate, there's no law or social expectation preventing them, but it is still a very rare case all the same.

If and when that happens, it does disrupt the pack quite a bit, and often one of the pair will leave the pack entirely. Things do settle after a bit, but not without some ripple effects within the pack.

Yep! Poly couples do exist within mate structures. And people can take a new mate if their previous one passed away, though it's more common for people to stay mateless, usually.

The pack was ecstatic! Though many already figured those two had chosen each other as mates, they just hadn't gone public with it. Simon was so proud!

After dinner one night at Simon's place, he pulled them off to the side while Beth was setting the table. He sat them on the sofa and gave them a proper welcome into the family. All fatherly pats on the back and a soft "Welcome home, kiddo" for good measure. Ro caught Seer after they came to a pack meeting and tried roping them into a scheme with Tristan so that was all the welcome the needed. And Claire was the last to do it. One night she and Seer were waiting at the Den while Beth was running late from work. The two sat together on the couch and Claire welcomed them as an honorary pack member.

Seer definitely called her out on working too hard after they caught Claire pulling an all-nighter. Plus a little guilt tripping goes a long way in the "Ya know, I feel like I'd be a real member of the pack if I got to spend time with my pack's Alpha, plus I don't feel like I'd be. good mate if I didn't get to know my mate's best friend." type way. It worked exceptionally well

#castlereplies #coleblackblood

[muppetebbtide]

classical name allusions in the locked tomb

sorry guys I'm a one trick pony. I'm sure most of these have been said before but I LOOOVE pulling on threads until they tangle up and get stuck so. these used to be in alphabetical order but then I remembered about some lol. spoilers for all the books. I'm not arguing anything I'm just kicking rocks around

alecto

one of the three furies sent to punish mortals for unforgivable crimes (like killing family members... or ppl who have 'sworn false oaths.' get that.)

alecto specifically was sent by juno in book 7 of the aeneid to stir up war amongst turnus and aeneas; she impersonates the latin queen and pretends to be a priestess. might pay off, might not.

cassiopeia

queen and mother of princess andromeda (from the perseus myth); infamously vain, boasted that she and her daughter were more beautiful than goddesses and got andromeda stuck on a rock as a sacrifice, good job hon. as punishment gets chained to her throne and set as a constellation forever (this does make me wonder about the parallel to alecto there w the chains, but I don't know if it's worth pursuing, likely not. but I have seen theories that like alecto, she's not actually dead)

tamsyn notes in the back of harrow that this comparison is 'doing her a disservice', however

juno

roman queen of the gods, goddess of marriage, ideal wife etc etc, honestly I think she is likely just called that for the matriarch vibe but if anyone has an insight on why else she's named that lmk. she's a lot chiller than the mythological juno is generally portrayed fjfhjd

priamhark (harrow's father)

priam was hector's father and king of the doomed city of troy; he had one hundred children, almost all of whom die. you can see the parallel I'm pulling here right.

pellemeana (harrow's mother)

peleus was the father of the vastly overpowered achilles, who was his only son. same implication; hundreds of kids from priam + one incredibly OP kid from peleus that spelled the doom of lots of priam's kids = barebone parallel to harrow's creation

if this means we have to consider harrowhark to be either achilles, or hector, or achilles-and-hector... lol oh dear

(if that makes gideon either patroclus or andromache... bonus fear. terror even)

sarpedon

I mean as far as I remember admiral sarpedon wasn't that important so far, but sarpedon is a son of zeus in the iliad that patroclus kills while impersonating achilles. it's like his Big Kill. zeus considers saving him but the others are like 'you didn't let US save our kids' and he's like 'damn true :/' and stops trying to intervene

cytherea

allusive of aphrodite; it's another name for her, linked to the island where she was supposedly born from the seafoam. an interesting choice. I do like that the dress she's first described wearing is 'seafoam green frills' though, it's like a little clue. the wiki points out that cytheran aphrodite was adopted from the canaanite (ha ha) deity astarte, and had war-like aspects that were later suppressed, which makes a lot of sense.

might be worth noting that if we're going with the ouranos-genital-seafoam thing for aphrodite's origin, that in one version the furies including alecto were also created then, from his blood. they're basically sisters. fun. (or not so fun for john but whatever)

palamedes

palamedes in mythology was the one to put the infant telemachus in front of odysseus's plough, and therefore force odysseus to renounce his faked madness and go to troy; odysseus never forgave him for this, and one way or the other he gets him killed.

(one might also look to the arthurian sir palamedes, who was in unrequited love with iseult, lost her to sir tristan but wasn't a little bitch about it, and then goes on a quest concerning a 'questing beast', and eventually in one version he, percival and galahad trap the beast in a lake and slay it, so stick a pin in that why don't you)

originally called diomedes (who is, as tamsyn puts it, 'athena's favourite goodboy') but I think that could say interesting things about his ability to go up against lyctors (or even jod) since with a little help from an A-named goddess, the big thing diomedes does in the iliad is wound two gods and make them flee the battlefield... hm

also diomedes is one of the only ones who makes it out the other side of the trojan war lol

camilla:

possibly allusive of the warrior maiden camilla in book 11 of the aeneid, who kills hella men before being killed herself (because she's the token lady warrior on the opposite side in an ancient epic, she can't survive haha how preposterous.)

happily camilla as she is in the locked tomb cannot be killed off as camilla... because she no longer exists as camilla. paul's here now. say hi.

ulysses:

a (roman) name for odysseus. I know john SAYS he didn't name him after the mythological one, he named him after a dog (the implications there are so... bad), but john lies like a rug and frankly insisting that he didn't makes me feel even MORE like he did, or even if he's not lying it works anyway.

after all, odysseus wouldn't have gotten far without athena's divine intervention; one might even say he owes everything to his patron god, the same way ulysses literally owes everything to john since he and titania were the pet projects from pre-resurrection

I do not want to talk about james joyce I only read one chapter of ulysses for a seminar and that was enough thanks

also, what was ulysses known for but vanishing for ages, being presumed dead, then pulling back up miraculously Not Dead and killing a bunch of people. he could be back... he had that suspicious stoma death like augustine. this is making me realise that loads of the lyctors have suspect deaths

(also by the time the romans got to odysseus they were kind of dubious about him since he had a lot of non-roman traits like 'no honour' and 'outright lying to people for funzies' so if he does come back I half-expect him to be a bit of a nightmare lol but that's probably unfounded)

pyrrha:

as mentioned by tamsyn, the name that achilles takes while he's disgused as a woman on scyros to avoid the war, but exposes himself as achilles when he forgets himself and tries to fight instead of flee. I think the parallel there is pretty obvious lol

(and achilles's son, who goes absolutely nutters and kills loads of people in the siege of troy, is called neoptolemus... or pyrrhus.)

means red-haired as well lol... it's a great name for the g1deon / pyrrha / wake / gideon car crash going on

#i might have forgotten something/someone but this is what I got rn #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #nona the ninth #harrow the ninth #tlt #my post

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

hii for the obx requests could i ask for 2 and 7 with jj?? no pressure you totally dont have to if you dont want to 🫶🫶

‘’We’ll worry about the consequences later.’’ + ‘’Some rules needs to be broken.’’

Request: Although you have a boyfriend and that your brother (John B) made it clear that no pogues could touch you, JJ wants to know if his feelings for you are reciprocated but doesn't know how to ask. He says a bunch of stupid things and eventually he finds his answer

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Rain was pouring outside the chateau, drowning your plans for a cookout and forcing everyone to hang out inside. Pope and Kiara were playing cards in the kitchen, Sarah and John B. were in his room probably making out and you and JJ were sitting on the pull-out couch talking and playing with the ukulele. JJ was terrible at it, but you could play some tunes.

‘’How is it going with that boyfriend of yours and all? Tristan, right?’’

‘’It’s good,’’ you said simply, surprised he was asking you about the guy you were seeing.

JJ nodded to himself. ‘’It’s good? Alright. Eh, in the bedroom is he freaky or only does missionary like all the other Kooks.’’

You wanted to disappear in the couch’s cushions. Why was he asking those weird and intrusive questions? He never cared about Tristan. The last time they were at the boneyard, JJ almost picked a fight with him and John B. had to step in. So, why the sudden interest?

You raised your eyes from the ukulele. ‘’Why are you asking?’’

JJ sank into the couch and shrugged. ‘’I don’t know. I’m just curious. I…I’m spitballing.’’

‘’Please stop spitballing.’’

There was a short silence, until he spoke again. ‘’Is Pope a better kisser than him? I know you and him have kissed last summer—’’

Your hand slipped from the instrument and an ear-buzzing noise cut JJ off. That kiss with Pope was a dare at a kegger and you both agreed it was weird and to never do that again. How did JJ know about the kiss? His tongue was in a touron’s mouth when this happened.

‘’What?!’’

JJ sighed and took a swig of his beer. ‘’Forget I said anything.’’

‘’Gladly,’’ you agreed, wishing you could erase the last minutes from your mind. ‘’Why were you asking about Tristan?’’

‘’I just wanted to know if everything was good with your boyfriend.’’

‘’He’s not my boyfriend.’’

‘’But you told John B.—’’

A breath left your lips. ‘’I lied.’’ You put down the ukulele. ‘’ I didn’t want him to know I was hooking up with Tristan. I love my brother, but my sex life is not something I want to share with him.’’

‘’Yet you’re okay sharing details with me?’’

You didn’t reply.

‘’Is…is Tristan good at sex? I’m guessing he is since he’s your bootycall—’’

‘’Oh my god. Why do you want to know about my sex life?!’’

JJ spoke in a nervous whisper, feeling his heartbeat in his ears. ‘’Because I…because want to know if I stand a chance.’’

‘’With…me?’’

‘’No. With Tristan,’’ he deadpanned. ‘’Yes, with you!’’ JJ groaned, taking his hat off to run a hand through his hair. ‘’Forget I said anything. Forget everything. Do you want to play Dominos? I think the box is in the kitchen.’’

He made a move to stand, but you grabbed his face and kissed him.

‘’Why did you do that?’’

‘’Because I wanted to.’’

‘’John B.’s gonna kill me…’’

‘’He’s not the boss of me. Besides, some rules need to be broken.’’

JJ quietly followed you down the hallway and to your bedroom, his hands never leaving you. You shut and locked the door behind you, humming as you felt JJ’s mouth sucking softly onto your neck from behind you, impatient and needy.

He’s wanted this — you — since you put a pink bandaid on his scraped knee after he fell from his skateboard when he was seven. It didn’t hurt that much, but you insisted he needed one. He remembered the concentration on your face, the way you stuck your tongue out to align the bandaid better. And the kiss you had pressed over the bandaid after you were finished to help the healing process.

Suppressing his feelings as he watched you grow and go on dates with the biggest idiots was hard. But your brother had been clear about you: no pogues were allowed macking with his sister.

You dragged JJ to your bed, crawling back and pulling him with you. He smashed his lips into yours, quickly sliding his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and bucked your hips voluntarily into him, getting a soft groan from his throat.

‘’Shh,’’ you reminded, covering his mouth with your hand.

If your brother heard any noises coming from your room, he would know and JJ would have to run for his life.

He looked down at you with desired filled eyes. ‘’Sorry.’’

You attached your mouth back to his, hands exploring each other’s bodies as the rain hit against your window. JJ’s hand wandered under your shirt, massaging your breast over your bra. He wanted to tear it off of you. Reading his thoughts, you unlocked his lips from yours and peeled off your shirt, then reached behind your back to unhook your bra.

JJ had seen you in bikinis many times during hot summer days, but he never got to touch you or see what was beneath the small clothing. Until now. His eyes immediately met your breasts with admiration and lust, perfect to his eyes although he heard you complaining to Kiara and Sarah about them. He sat there for a moment, letting his entire body and mind come to realization that this view was real. He wasn’t having another wet dream about you.

‘’Merry fucking Christmas to me,’’ JJ mumbled to himself, making you giggle under his gaze.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he let his hands crawl to your breasts, massaging them in an agonizingly slow pace. You moaned at the touch, feeling yourself becoming more soaked than you were before. He flicked your hardened bud with his calloused thumb.

‘’JJ,’’ you moaned, arching your back into his touch. You slipped your hand under his shirt, feeling the soft planes of his stomach and the blond hair leading beneath his shorts.

Although this was wrong, nothing ever felt more right.

His eyes locked with yours, finding a matching burning desire in them. You reached to undo the button of his shorts, but JJ reluctantly stopped you, remembering that he used the one in his wallet last week with a girl he met at a kegger and didn’t replace it.

‘’I don’t have anything to…’’ JJ rubbed his hands over his face and groaned.

He never hated himself more than he did right now. He had not planned to have sex tonight — even less with you. He could go get a condom in John B.’s room or ask Pope if he had any on him, but they would never let JJ get away with it. Any other days where they weren’t all stuck inside the chateau because of a rainstorm, there would be no questions asked. But the only girls at his proximity were Cleo, Kiara and you, and since Cleo and Kiara were with Pope, it left only you.

JJ got off you, profoundly cursing his forgetful brain for cockblock himself.

When you started getting sexually active and talked to Kiara about it, she made you promise to never do it without a condom. Guys are liars and nasty, never trust them when they say they’re clean or that they can’t wear a condom for any reason — it’s all bullshit.

But this was JJ. Although he was known to get with girls a lot, he was always safe. You’ve seen condoms wrappers in your father’s old room.

‘’It’s fine,’’ you said, breaking the silence. You sat up and glanced down at JJ. ‘’We’ll worry about the consequences later.’’

He lowly gasped, a bit shocked. ‘’Y-you still want to…oh, fuck.’’ His eyes shut as he felt your hand over his cargo shorts, cupping him through the fabric. 

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[pendragon-of-chaos]

Ambivalence

King of Chaos Arthur x Male!Reader

Warnings: Reader is the son of Zeldris and Gelda, Spoilers from manga chapters 104 - 108 aprox. (nothing really big, just storywise)

Word count: 1342

Thank the anon who requested it for his OC! I tried contacting him days ago because I'm not used to doing requests specifically for OCs (I prefer that my works are more "general" so the most people are able to insert themselves or their OCs in the stories) but since this was requested some time ago I couldn't receive an answer. In the end I decided to publish it writing (Y/N) instead of the OC's name, but keeping his main characteristics. That way if the OP who requested it comes through this he can just insert their name and know it was written specially for him, and at the same time other people can enjoy easily the oneshot too! Hope you like it!

Generally speaking, Arthur's knights don't usually comprehend some of his majesty behaviours. His mood changes whenever you least expect it. Just when you think you know his strategy, he says something you would never have thought about. Was he having a good or a bad day behind that smile? Who knows. But what they do know is his hatred for other races except humans.

Except that maybe that isn't really true, since their king has been visited by a certain someone from time to time, who was not only a demon, but half demon and half vampire.

Today was one of those days. The secret entrance that connected Camelot with the demon realm (and that was made specially for him) activated, and a familiar face passed through. Arthur didn't waste no time, and upon noticing his entrance he went to welcome him back

"A surprise visit today (Y/N)? You always like to impress me, don't you?" - The King approached him laughing - "Although I would prefer if you told me beforehand, that way I can at least prepare something and make sure I have no appointments"

(Y/N) didn't change his serious expression, arms crossed and looking directly to Arthur while the entrance behind him closed.

"I wish I was here just to kill some time, but this time was urgent. I couldn't stay anymore there"

Arthur stopped laughing and tilted his head, now curious of what had happened for him to be talking like that.

"That really isn't new with you, but what happened this time?"

"The four knights have entered the demon realm" - Arthur smirked at the information, seeing that Guinevere's words weren't a lie.

"Oh, I know, some of my knights are already following them, anything else I should know?"

"Well, I know my parents have already talked to the green haired one, Percival I think it was... and he was accompanied by a few more people..." - (Y/N) looked away while thinking for a few seconds, with a subtly sorrowful expression on his face that only could be noticed while paying extreme attention to him - "Mmh... I also saw my cousin there, Tristan... don't tell me he is what I think he is" He looked back at Arthur, who was smiling once again, trying to control his laugh

"So you didn't know it? I thought your parents maybe had told you... ~ But yes, he is one of the prophecy knights"

(Y/N) frowned, not wanting to believe a close member of his family had just become one of his biggest enemies

"By my father's look, it seems that he didn't know about it"

"So Meliodas didn't want to risk his son's life by spreading information, typical of him" - Arthur shrugged and started walking, inviting (Y/N) to follow him - "It must have been a big surprise for all of you"

"Everything has been a surprise since they entered the realm if I'm being honest. I've heard my father talk wonders about Percival, it looks like the whole clan adores him since years ago, and I didn't know anything about what had happened until now. It feels like my parents decided to drop every ounce of unknown information today, and the worst part is that it affects us" - (Y/N) clicked his tongue thinking about it - "I hate it"

"Can't blame you. I don't like them either ~" - Arthur responded with a bratty laugh, followed by a deep sigh from his companion, which made him stop his laughing once again, looking at him out of the corner of his eye - "Sorry, but you already know the story behind it, I can't bring myself to tolerate them just one bit"

"Yeah, I know, I can't defend them I guess. Anyways, I do need to tell you something else"

Arthur turned his head to face him again

"Wait, there's even more?" - (Y/N) nodded, looking at his surprised violet eyes

"Did you know that another portal to Camelot has appeared in the demon realm?"

Arthur's eyes opened with surprise, being this information the only thing he really didn't know about

"I didn't have any idea. I've never done any other connection with the demon realm besides your entrance. And I also didn't sense anyone entering from there"

"No wonder, since that opening is inaccessible for now. It's on the Behemoth's back, a giant monster which was put to sleep almost 15 years ago. I heard my father say that it recently woke up and now can be a big problem for us living in the realm, since when it's active it swallows up all life, including us demons or vampires... If that isn't your doing or your knights then I don't know what's happening"

"I see, well I don't think I have to worry that much then; although it might be because of those knights of the apocalypse, everyday giving me headaches... And besides, that would gather the attention to that one entrance, and not the one I made exclusively for you, which benefits us both, don't you think so? - Arthur smiled happily, closing his eyes - "If it ever becomes a problem you can come here! That's all I care about that matter"

"Thinking about it that way, I guess you are right" - (Y/N) lowered his head, thinking about his words and all the information he had to understand in just a few hours. Arthur opened his eyes, looking at him, noticing how lost in his thoughts (Y/N) was.

"Too much information huh? Understandable... but I'm glad you didn't waste time and came as fast as possible to explain it to me" - Arthur patted his head softly - "I knew making an exception for you was the right decision. But I also feared this moment, the moment when you would doubt yourself and how to proceed. Now that your parents are also involved, along with your clans, and helping my enemies; you want to help me, but at the same time it becomes more difficult, am I right? Can I also say that you might be a little scared? Scared of making the wrong decision, scared of losing what you love here in Camelot if you fail, and being considered a traitor at the same time. Nowhere to go in the end"

(Y/N) looked back at him, alarmed, trying to answer him fast, but the only words that initially left his lips were gibberish

"Arthur I-! I swore to help you and I'll keep doing it, it's just... too much information for the day as you said... I'll need to prepare myself for everything" - He took a deep breath - "But I know I'm in the right place, and I won't look back now... Because, I can also count with your protection, right?"

Arthur took back his hand from his head, smiling softly

"(Y/N), I'll be clear: Your safety is my priority, don't ever think the contrary" - A tint of blush appeared on both of them - "I'm just advising you to be careful so we don't need to take greater measures. Nothing would make happier than if you could live a "normal" life seeing the circumnstances. And think about having one of my marks, it would be safer"

(Y/N) turned his eyes away from Arthur's intense glare, breathing deeply

"Hmm... I'll think about it. The problem is if they ever see it, I won't be able to cover that up as easily as the entrance"

"Fair enough. We can discuss it again when I have the coffin of eternal darkness with me, that way you'll be free from its effect" - Arthur took (Y/N)'s hand, leaning to kiss its back - "Now... if you have told me everything you wanted, what about we spend the rest of the evening here?" - Arthur separated his face from (Y/N)'s hand, and continued walking holding his hand - "I could use some company while I wait for the results of this mission"

#4kota #mokushiroku no yon kishi #four knights of the apocalypse #arthur 4kota #arthur x reader #arthurxreader #4kota arthur x reader #4kota arthur #arthur 4kota x reader

[retold-tales]

Fated Crossings

Tedros Pendragon x Princess Reader

Summary: the fairwell dance leads him to his true princess

The hall was echoing with whispers and laughs as the students waited for Ms dovey to say why she called them here before their fair well dance its been a few years since Agatha and Sophie left.

Tedros has not anyone since scared their gonna leave her just like she did and he's more focused on his soon to be kingdom and he didn't need someone to distract him.

"Students I have some exciting news, princess yn well be joining us tonight, so be nice she was home schooled because of her mom's horrible accident" she paused clearing her throat.

"She will be joining us for the dance so be respectful and show her the ladies and gentlemen you've become" and with that ms dovey left to do the finishing touches for the dance.

Tedros didn't really care that some princess was coming he just wanted to escape for the night and relax "I'll see you tonight bro" Tristan murmured walking away and all Tedros did was nod.

But he wasn't the only that wanted to escape the prince that was coming tonight had never been outside her castle walls her father saying it was to dangerous and she had to beg him so she could go.

Later that day

"Ms dovey I assure you'll take good care for her" king Edward asked as he eyed his daughter who was bouncing on her feet "I assure king edward princess yn will have the time of her life and be safe" she smiled.

And as soon as king edward got back into his chariot yn was ushered into the ballroom gaining everyone's attention "everyone princess yn" and as her name was announced tedros finally looked up from his book.

He throat felt dry as he watched her carefully walked down the stairs and she was immediately surrounded by people who asked questions and interrupted her whenever she wanted to speak but they were dispursed by Ms dovey and he watched as yn kinda backed into the shadows.

"The balcony is that way" tedros spoke up scaring the poor girl "oh thank you" she squeaked and went out the door breathing in the fresh air "must be hard to be stuck in one place" tedros murmured standing beside.

He felt a connection to her he feels like he can talk to her "yea it's hard even to just getting fresh air I have like 50 men following me armed to the teeth" she whispered staring up to the stary sky.

"How about we ditch this party and I take you on a horse ride" he smiled she wanted to protest because she knew if something happened her father will have her head but she needed to get out.

She nodded her head eagerly and followed him down to the stables where he led her to a beautiful pitch black stallion she lifted her hand to his face and he quickly rubbed his face on her hand "he likes you" tedros smiled down at yn.

He gently helped her onto his horse and settled behind her, she was tightly secured in his arms making her flustered how could she be falling for someone she just met.

He took her around the grounds showing her his favorite spots and only stopped when he came to the cliffs edge where they decided to sit and talk.

They started to speak about her home schooling and his father and kingdom and they soon came to realize they almost had identical personalities.

Yn cuddled up to him as a cold breeze blew over them, he wrapped his arms around her they felt as if they knew eachother since forever tedros thought back to Agatha yes he liked her but not like this.

It was like love at first sight

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#fanfic #school for good and evil #school for good and evil x reader #school for good and evil x reader fluff #tedros pendragon #tedros pendragon x princess reader #tedros pendragon fluff #tedros pendragon x reader fluff #tedros pendragon imagine

[imogenkol]

— WIP MUSIC MONDAY

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once again I have been reworking out of date writing for my original works and I always had a soft spot for this moment between my little wolf sisters. This song really hit with it too.

“This way,” Jayde said over her shoulder as she led her sister through the cemetery. 

Graveyards. Cemeteries. Jayde never really learned the distinction, if there was any. Nor had she really contemplated their purpose before she visited this one.

Blades of sheer morning sunlight carved through the clouds to illuminate moss covered stone with engravings nearly too weathered to be legible and with likely no one even alive to recall who they belonged to anyway. She didn't see the point. Whether a mundane grave or a supernatural being, all things fade. The lifespan of a memory is as impermanent as they are. Still, their bloodline should have lasted a lot longer than it had. In a less violent world, maybe they would have been given the chance. 

“So…” Skye dragged the word out slowly as she weaved through the headstones. “Whose grave are we visiting?”

Jayde rolled the stem of a rose between her fingers and barely reacted to the small puncture that the thorn made into her thumb. The one in her palm had already started to knit itself back together in the short time it took to purchase the flowers and take them here. Jayde needed the small sting to ground her. She knew Skye had started to work it out as soon as they pulled into the driveway. Why else would they return home? 

She handed one of the two roses she carried to her sister with a melancholy smile. “Ours.”

“Oh,” was all Skye replied with for several paces. The older sibling sensed the steady rise of her fear until Skye couldn’t handle the silence anymore. “Are we shopping for a nice plot for when we get our tickets punched? ‘Cause I always thought I’d be cremated and have my ashes spread somewhere dreamy like Hawaii. Or Dollywood.”

For once, Jayde felt grateful for the younger wolf’s unabashed wit. It alleviated some of the anxiety twisting up her insides. The first time Jayde visited this spot with Nadya, she had become so overwhelmed that she couldn’t decide if it tore her apart even more or actually started to put her back together. She feared for how her sister would react. 

“Actually, I was gonna kill you,” she replied dryly.

“I knew it,” Skye said with a snap of her fingers. “Is this about the time I scratched up your favorite CD when we were kids? You never really forgave me for that.”

Jayde fought the urge to point out that it had been the very first one she burned with the help of their father, but she only scoffed and said “Everything comes back to bite you eventually.”

Just then, a familiar headstone came into view. One big enough to fit a family of names on its cold, glossy black face. Jayde’s palms grew numb and sweaty. She shook her free hand and wiped it off on her jeans, leaving a small streak of blood on the fabric. A few steps closer and every muscle in her body tensed as if it anticipated a heavy strike to her face. She wished it was that kind of pain. It would make her feel better. 

The sisters came to a stop before the stone. Four names had only endured the test of time for a decade, making them as easy to read as a common street sign. 

Tristan and Andrea Thatcher engraved in bold letters with Jayde and Skye in a slightly smaller font below them. Along with the exact date Jayde witnessed a bullet pierce through her father’s temple. 

It hadn’t seemed real at first. Jayde experienced plenty of nightmares with an image just like this. To know it really existed reminded her that everything else had been very real, too, and it all just felt like the inescapable horror of her loss – a suffering that would never truly end. Not until she actually gets buried beneath the well kept soil she now stood upon. 

Once the shock of seeing it again passed, Jayde felt a different emotion. Not quite comfort, but an understanding. She could see the appeal of a gravesite. Strangely, she felt grateful to have a specific place to mourn her family in what little peace she had been granted. 

Skye stared at the gravestone in silence for a long time. Then she sank to her knees before it and reached out to trace her fingertips along the engraving of their mother’s name. “How did you know this was here?” she asked in a small voice, not unlike a child’s.

“Nadya found it,” Jayde explained. “The official story is that we all died in a car crash.”

“They aren’t even here, are they?” There was no question in Skye’s tone. She knew the answer.

“I don’t think so. Maybe dad is.” The thought gave Jayde pause. What use would the hunters have for a dead werewolf? He hadn’t even died in the more desirable form, so they must have left him for authorities to find and back up the story of an accident. If that were the case, then he could very well be buried here. Their mother, on the other hand, died long after that night. Jayde’s mouth went dry as her mind went through sickening scenarios for the disposal of her body once their barbaric research proved fatal. She shook her head to banish the thoughts. “I’m pretty sure mom isn’t.”  

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Skye placed the rose at the base of the stone. “I’m still glad that this is here.”

Jayde set her rose beside the other and sat next to her sister. “Me too.”

Sunlight shifted as the clouds traveled onward and the scent of coming rain and damp earth brought Jayde back home to the ranch only a handful of miles away. On a morning like this, she would have been rushing to get outdoor chores done before the storm made it too miserable. At least that’s how her mother put it. But Jayde had been known to work through torrents of rain just to step inside and have her father clap her on the back as he expressed his pride. His music sounded the best on nights like that. 

Before Jayde knew it, deep shame replaced the tendrils of grief inside her gut.

She broke the silence with a deep breath. “I never told you why it took me so long to come for you after I got out.”

Skye finally tore her tear streaked gaze away from the gravestone, but she kept her eyes down. “Yeah, you didn’t.”

“It wasn’t because I didn’t want us to be together. It’s just that… After everything, I wasn’t the same. I’m not the same. I was scared that you wouldn’t recognize me anymore. And if you didn’t, then they wouldn’t have,” Jayde nodded at the engraved names of their parents, “I couldn’t – I can’t handle disappointing any of you. I thought it might be better if you believed I died with them.”

“Jayde,” Skye started with a sigh. “I might not have gone through what you went through, but I still lost everything just like you did. Both of us are different. No matter how many times we change, I will always know who you are because you’re my big sister. That means they will always know you, too.”

The tears that welled in Jayde’s eyes fell as she tried to blink them away. They brought agony with them that felt just as earth-shattering as ever, but Jayde let herself feel it. She let it overtake her and choked out a devastating sob into the fabric of her sister’s jacket as she leaned into her. But it was okay, because just like the clouds above them, the shadow within her gave way to a warmth that made her feel safe. The embrace of her little sister reminded her that neither of them truly lost everything. They might be the last of their blood, but Jayde still had a family in her own little pack. It was more than enough to not only fight for, but to live for. She knew, not so deep down, that that is what would make their parents proud above all else. 

They stayed until the rain arrived. Jayde felt her grief weigh heavy in her chest once more as she turned her back on the headstone. It would be some time before they returned. A part of her whispered that she may never see it again. Yet, even if she didn’t, it would remain here. When moss creeps through the worn cracks decades from now, it would still be here.

#oc insp: jayde thatcher #oc insp: skye thatcher #yeah broke my own heart with this one ngl #they are like the only ocs who had a picturesque childhood and I done took it all away in the most heart wrenching way possible huh #but the found family comes in for them <3 #Nadya gets a big hug and kiss for this

[yume-tsuki]

Mordred and Gawain (I don't know how much parts I have already, but this is the one before the last actualy. Just totally forgott to publish Gawain with text) Mordred had walked through  the hallway he  looked for his foster mother when he run into Meliodas infront of Isolde’s room. >>where is mommy?<< >>She is with Isolde little one. But you can’t go to her now.<< he said with sad eyes. Isolde lay in her sick bed since weeks now and it got worse after they got the package* from the kidnapper. Elizabeth had told him that she lost her live spirit and if nothing happened  she maybe wouldn’t woke up one day. >>Why don’t you look for someone else to play with?<< >>Why not you?<< >>I-I can’t I will stay with Elizabeth and my sons wife<< he noticed his eyes getting wet. What if Tristan returns with his grandson but Isolde was gone? >>You sad?<< >>I am little Mordred, I am.<< Mordred looked to Meliodas who quick turned around and went back to Elizabeth. Alone he wandered through the castle till he found himself in front of tower stairs. Normally he wasn’t allowed to walk them all alone, but he was bored and did what he wanted to do. Up stairs he opened a door, a knight sit on the wall looking over the city. She looked back to the boy. >>Hey tot!<< >>What are you doing here?<< >>Looking over Lioness, they need me as long as Lady Isolde and the King and Queen aren’t able to.<< Gawain saw how the boy tried to get up the wall but failed, till she helped him get up. Long time(for Mordred at last) they sit there just looking around. >>how long do you look?<< >>Till Tristan and the others are back, hopefully with the kids. I can’t stand seeing Isolde suffer so bad.<< >>She bad sick  Mommy and Daddy* doesn’t want to play with me anymore.<< Modred seemed near to tears. >>I know your feels, live is shit sometimes and you want to cry all the time, give up, get hope again just to let it be crushed ones more till everything turns out somehow…or you learn to live with it.<< Mordred looked confused, he barely understood what Gawain had told him, but she looked even as sad as his foster father Meliodas. >>You’ sad too right?<< >>I am. But you know I’m even more scared. Not as much as Isolde but enough that I dream more than ones about my friends and their offspring’s laying death somewhere and I can’t be with them. It hurts deeply.<< >>Like Belly pain?<< >>mhh, yes, like really bad belly pain!<< she tickled him for a second before sopping, and pull herself together. >>I don’t like sadness, everyone is so sad then.<<Morded stroke her arm >>me too, little Morded, me too,I realy hate it and it will never stop till we now if they come back or not. That’s why Isolde is still in her sick bed. Oh Tristan come back you Idiot, she will die.<< she looked to the horizon.... ______________ *Meliodas and Elizabethe are Mordreds foster parents. he calls them by their names when he is older. **in a future part Constantine tried to fight back the boss of the slave drivers, when he saw one of his eyes turning into demon mode he took it from the child sending it to Meliodas to let him suffer

#nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yonkishi #gawain 4kota #eight guards of the abyss

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-Season 2, Epsiode 13 ("A Tisket A Tasket") Part 1 of ???

So this is like, the first heavily Jess-centered episode after his debut back in 2/5. He's kind of been chilling behind the counter at Luke's for 8 episodes. He's been seen, he's been mentioned since he lives rent free in the head of every citizen of Stars Hollow. But here, he has truly arrived, making his debut in one of these shitshow eps that combine Dean, Jess, the DALA (Dean and Lorelai Affair), etc etc. A real fucking doozy. PS: All previous commetary is now linked in my pinned post.

What have we here? Oh, look everyone, it's yet ANOTHER fundraiser/excuse for Taylor Doose to embezzle money from the citizens. All proceeds to go to the retirement home, right. Sure. Where is this mythical retirement home that no one has ever mentioned and has never been seen before? I think he mis spelled "All proceeds line Taylor Doose's pockets."

Pictured below: A senior citizen of Stars Hollow after receiving money raised for the retirement home.

Oh, Lorelai is just STARVING for some Dean Forrester today. She’s foaming at the mouth. Patty: Do you have any change? I don't know where all my quarters go. Lorelai: Down some guy's g-string? Patty: Oh no. A quarter would be insulting. Miss Patty for Prez. On my gritty adult Gilmore Girls Reboot titled The Hollow I would make sure we'd see a scene of Miss Patty at the male strip revue, it would be hilarious.

I've never seen "You". Is this "You"? Is Dean Forrester the guy from "You"?

I've warned you two to stop doing this. Time to resort to drastic measures.

Go and get him Lorelai. This fine specimen is right there waiting for you in the Cheese Ball aisle.

The way Jess Mariano's name rolls off of Dean's tongue with such vitriol, such disgust, the way Jess Mariano clearly lives rent free in Dean Forrester's otherwise empty little head 24/7, it gives me tremendous joy. Jess' jacket may as well be the equivalent of a cold blast from a garden hose. It's so ugly that it will put a damper on even the most passionate makeouts (of which Rory and Dean's was not) because you must stop whatever you’re doing and gaze upon it, to wonder what rock-bottom of a church donation bin his mother scraped that thing from, or maybe he took it from one of Liz's lousy husbands who left it behind. I'm telling you, that in my opinion, this is the ugliest man's coat to ever exist, and the other thing that makes it so ugly is that it's way too big on Milo's tiny frame. He's drowning in it. Where was I? *ugly coat ugly coat ugly coat* Uhh, let's get back to it...

Does anyone else think about the fact that Gilmore Girls (2000) was the last time anyone would see Milo with even a single curl in his hair? He had jumped to Peter Petrelli hair by S6 and never looked back.

RENT-FREE. Someone: Can you sum up the relationship between Jess & Dean in 15 words or less? Me: I Gotchu fam.

Rory Giving Dean Completely Sensible Advice: I wish you two could get along. He lives here. You run into him. He goes to school with you. It's a waste of energy to fight with him. Dean:

Alexis Bledel's acting can be pretty wooden, but her "Rory is fucking sick of Dean or Tristan's shit" facial reactions are priceless.

I wrote a Haiku: His ugly brown coat Ugly coat you are so brown Vomit colored brown.

For anyone keeping score, Rory has been snuck up on from behind and frightened by two different people in the span of only a few minutes. Give my girl a break.

Rory: "Dis guy.... sigh." And now for some other Goings On in this episode: Lane has yet another insane and convoluted plan to meet with Henry behind her mother's back, involving her male cousin and using the Line Taylor Doose's Pockets Auction as a cover. If she has to go through all of this to hide a nice Korean boy like Henry (and later, Dave Rygalski, the Best Boyfriend On Tv) from her mother, it once again makes me yearn to see Lane and Jess date openly if for nothing else but to give Mrs. Kim chest pains. This will happen on my adult Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow. Lane: Mom, I had sex with Jess Mariano. Oh and I might be pregnant. Mrs Kim: Evaporates into the ether, ascending to the heavens to meet Jesus. Jackson wants Sookie to move in with him, but she's not getting the hint. Miss Patty thinks Lorelai needs to get laid and has taken it up on herself to try to remedy that, much to Lorelai's annoyance, but Patty is obviously blind to the fact that Lorelai Gilmore waits for only one man.

For anyone keeping score, Rory has been snuck up on from behind and frightened by two three different people in the span of only a few minutes.

Stars Hollow video can be seen in the background in this scene, so I withdraw my take that it was never seen again after the previous episode.

Perhaps there was some deeper meaning, a metaphor of some kind, something AmyShermanPalladino was trying to say, with these repeated references to people being shoved into closets against their will. The bidding wars have begun.

I had to listen to Milo Ventimiglia talk about being Team Dean again this week (we all know he's really just Team Jared) and he said Dean was "A sweet hometown boy" and obviously he doesn't remember this show at all if he thinks that, and he would probably be pretty upset with me if I said I wanted to smack that stupid smug grin off of Jared Padalecki's face right now. Jess, I will give you $1,000 if you burn this coat and I'm allowed to watch it go up in flames. Glorious, glorious flames.

Are we talking about Dean Forrester's weiner here?

Does anyone else wonder where Jess gets $90 of easily disposable income from? Not like he can make that in the short time he's been working at Luke's since his uncle is probably paying him sub minimum wage and no one in Stars Hollow pays for their food or tips their servers.

Just a baby! Just a little guy, in an ugly brown coat!

When his lips get real thin you know he's mad. Guy behind him in the black coat is like ha, you putz, you almost spent $80 on a basket for a girl who won't even put out until you're already married to someone else.

Kiss my ass, Doose.

Okay, that was just the first TEN minutes of the 42 minute episode. We may have a 4-parter on our hands, people. Be patient for the next chapter.

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #jess mariano #milo ventimiglia #literati #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #a tisket a tasket #a-tisket a-tasket #anti dean forrester #dean forrester can stumble face first into an active volcano #virgin sacrifice #ugly brown coat #ugly coats

[arcaneglitch]

alr im back for round 2. ur guardians. all of 'em. what's their theme song.

I hope you know what you asked for when you said all of my Guardians

Harley - Take You Down by Illenium

^ it's this shit. this man has negative self-preservation and consistently puts his friends' lives before his own. my sonnn I love him I want to shake him like a dog with a toy

Jade - Good Old Days by Macklemore (ft Kesha)

She can actually remember her life from before (which is a wild concept and I wish younger me had explored that a bit more when I started writing). She heads up the base training of new Warlocks in the Tower

Fyr - Living Legend by Club Danger

He's the most upbeat and easygoing of my Destiny OCs and the song choice is partially influenced by the similarity between "fire" and "Fyr" (he named his Ghost Spark as a pun so)

Kaedro-22 - Walk by Saint Chaos (ft. Sam Tinnesz)

Kaedro is one of my older Guardians. He ran with Cayde's crew back in the early days and is something of an older brother figure to the younger Guardians in the clan

Bazzle - Meet Me on the Battlefield by SVRCINA

Bazzle is another of the older Guardians. He helped build the walls and after the Red War, he was promoted to become one of Zavala's Deputy Commanders and lead Guardian training in the Tower

Rae - Natural by Imagine Dragons

Rae never actually died to become a Guardian (that's right Bungie, I'm taking Shin Malphur's pre-retcon lore and running). She was one of the Awoken aboard the Yang Liwei, technically making her the oldest of my Guardians. She's got that hater mindset (affectionate)

Rogue - Can't Stop Me Now by Oh The Larceny

This man throws hands first and asks questions later. Token Crucible main /j. He's another older Guardian from the Dark Age. Don't fuck with his clanmates bc he'll Get you

Liv - My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit

She's a bit on the younger side of the older Guardians as she wasn't revived until the City Age. Her philosophy is to have a good time even in the middle of saving the solar system

Kai - Rebirth by Miracle of Sound

Kai is a Sunbreaker from the time when Titans using Solar wasn't mainstream. She lost her original fireteam in the Great Disaster and has since become fiercely protective of her new fireteam and clan, even though she doesn't really show it in traditional ways

Tristan - I'll Go by Direct & Park Avenue

He's probably the quietest of my OCs personality-wise. His Ghost chooses to communicate through their bond via feelings rather than explicit communication

Jesse - Nothing to Remember by Neko Case

Jesse's my newest Guardian OC. They were rezzed after getting murdered in the Last City. After finding out how the whole Guardian thing works, they decide to say fuck you to the class system and go multiclass

Kyler - Fantasy by Aviators

Kyler isn't a Guardian but a former citizen of the Last City that has since relocated to the Tangled Shore. He was dating Harley at one point but was also mixed up with a bad crowd (organized crime involvement) which eventually brought their relationship to a rather catastrophic end

#answered asks #houseofmcallister #my ocs #destiny 2 #chasing fate #music