#obviously in some places you have to be sixteen (or older)

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sparks | carlos sainz

Description: Carlos Sainz used to be your babysitter, now that you were older - you meet him in the paddocks, and an affair ensues.

It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment of carelessness. If you had believed it, you no longer did.

You used to belong in the upper echelon. Dinner parties, soirees, expensive bags and yacht parties. There wasn't a thing in this world that you couldn't afford - well, that was the past, and ever since your father's death, the family has been a little tight on money.

"Can you handle writing the reports for this new car? The dudes want to grab a few drinks, and you didn't wanna come with." your co-worker leans on the wall beside your desk and you respond with a hum. "I have all the time in the world." you answer, typing a few emails before turning your head in his direction.

"- what time do you need those reports done?" you inquired and he stared at the ceiling. "Preferably before 10, but it'll be okay if you send them tomorrow." he answered, walking away as he sees the other guys in his peripheral view.

As one of the interns in Ferrari - you were in the bottom of the food chain. Unpaid overtimes, too much workload and too little rest was basically normal for you.

"Santisima trinidad!" you exclaimed seeing another man inside of the garage when you opened the lights. "Carlos, I didn't see you there." you scratched the back of your head, keeping your eyes on the floor.

He'd never recognize you, last time he saw you - you were five years old and that was sixteen years ago. "I'm sorry for scaring you." he chuckled, while taking a sip of his beer. "I was just checking the car," he reasoned, placing his phone on his back pocket.

"In the dark?" you asked.

"I couldn't find the light switch." he blushed. Deciding that it was probably a conversation that he wasn't comfortable with, you take a step forward, holding the clipboard close to your chest. He stares at your face for a moment, eyes trailing back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

"You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" he stared deeper into your eyes. A chill runs down your spine. There was no way that you'd let him recognize you - it would be awkward. A gigantic elephant in the middle of the room.

"I'm Ferrari's new intern. I think we already met each other back in Spa." you navigated yourself out of the ridiculous predicament. He licks his lips, and suddenly the atmosphere thickens. "Well, you look good." he gives you a micro-smile, walking away from the garage.

As his shadow retreats from view, you let out a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding.

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maneater69: HOLDUP @yourname ANSWER UR DMS RN - yourname: SIS IDK WHAT'S GOING ON...

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"Lemme guess, he used his favorite line: you look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" Paige, your co-worker, teased.

Carlos Sainz was renowned around the paddocks for being a womanizer. There wasn't a single pretty lady that he hasn't spoken to, and apparently he had a modus operandi - one that now involved you. "I mean it's weird because he actually does know me." you shrugged, wiping the car grease from your overalls.

"You used to go to the same school? You're from the same town?" Paige inquired, piqued by the sudden turn of events. "He used to be my babysitter." you groaned, regrettably exposing your secret.

A gasp escapes her mouth.

"That's some hot shit." she chuckled.

"You read too much romance novels." you tried to hide your interest. "- a man whose obviously much older than you, begins to fall in love." Paige antagonized even further, earning a sigh.

Her eyes light up, like headlights.

"Wait, now you have to be my plus one in that event that I'm going to. Carlos is going to be there!" she exclaimed, hatching a devious plan. "But he's a womanizer? Why would you want me to go for him?" your eyes narrowed, annoyed that you were even involved with him in a conversation involving love.

"He'll change for you - and if he doesn't, at least you experienced the feeling of having him love you." Paige mused.

"Sounds chauvinistic." you shrug and she rolls her eyes. "Take one good look at his face, cuz' if you're asking me. I'd rather find ruin in his hands than with some other cheap fuck." she tried to convince you, but you already wanted Carlos Sainz Jr. the moment you talked to him inside of that dark garage.

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yourname: ferrari knows how to partay

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paigenewhart: um ma'am who gave u the permit to serve? liked by yourname - yourname: i'd like to see ur permit too?

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After the main event, you were quickly whisked off to one of the after-parties. The club was pumping, the music was about to make your ears explode, but suddenly someone's hands were on the small of your back. You turn your head, and you meet his brown ones.

Carlos Sainz Jr. the man that you were here for.

His hands were tenderly placed on your body, nothing sexual - just sensual. It felt normal for his hand to be there. It was nothing different from a husband holding his wife, it was natural for him to be touching you, there were no electric sparks or anything.

"Intern from Ferrari?" he smiled and you smiled in return.

He remembered!

"I don't think that we properly introduced each other. I'm Carlos." he presented his free hand for you to shake. "(Your Name)," you smiled, hoping that he wouldn't remember.

"Oh, that is why you were familiar!" he giggled, a wave of resonance flashing through his features. "I used to babysit you, right? I didn't even recognize you - you've changed." his eyes lingered back and forth. Men like him were easy, there was hidden desire behind those innocent brown eyes.

"- and you haven't changed at all." your teeth burrowed into your cheeks. "You make me feel old, there's only what...seven years between us?" he inquired, doing all the mental math.

"Yep, I was six and you were thirteen." you chuckled nervously, suddenly all the bass seem to tune out of your ears - and the only thing that you could pay attention to was Carlos.

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His lips were on yours, the taste of champagne echoing through your enclosed mouth. His hands roamed around your body, a man searching for water in the middle of a desert.

"Why don't we take this to my room?" he suggested, and you broke free from the kiss - by extension also his hug. A wave of clarity engulfed your body. Did you really want to do this?

"I'm not that kind of person. I'm sorry, this was a mistake." you bolted out of your seat, retreating into the sea of people in front of you.

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(UNKNOWN NUMBER) Not that kind of person What does that mean?

(YOU) not the kind to do 1 night stands m sorry

(Sainz Jr.) I'm sorry for making you feel that way. I never thought of you as just a one night thing. (YOU) nono it's ok don't lie on my account i understand (Sainz Jr.) No it's not. Let me make it up for you. .

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carlandounite: UMM? CARLOS SAINZ'S NEW GF?

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carlossainzjrupdates: Carlos Sainz's new gf? @yourname who is apparently a family friend. This is a pic of her with Ana Sainz, Carlos' sister.

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#carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr #formula one imagine #scuderia ferrari #carlos sainz x you

[padsmoony04]

For the very obvious reason that there aren't many fanfics or stuff related to Jack, I've decided to share with you how I think he is like, so i hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: sorry if there are any grammatical error, english it's not my first lenguaje. Remember most of this is made up.

Jack Champion it's like...

First things first, he's a theater kid. He has said it in a few interviews so I'm going to a assume that he probably (most likely) also like musical theater and that goes to the other theory wich is that he likes Hamilton, and it's also most likely that he has a couple (multiple) of the songs in he's playlist.

I wish I could also said that he's a swiftie, but I big part of me says that he's not a fan, but what I do think is that he does likes a few song's, like the mainstream one, for example shake it up, you belong with me, etc, etc, etc.

He's a fan of old school rock or old school music, like the beatles, queen, Fleetwood Mac, Michael Jackson and anothers. I meanly assume this for the fact that he's favorite song it's lest groove.

A true gentleman and no one can tell me other wise, that boy was raised by he's mom and he's mom alone, so I just know that he's sweet mother teach him how to be respectful to women and to treat them as equals.

He's a little dorky, but in a cute way. I mean have you seen the interviews..? Lmao.

Jack very confident: do you know what blowing a raspberry is? 😏

Bailey laughing her ass off: that's the definition!

Jack: What?...

Bailey: That's the definition..! *still laughing*

Jamie: But I still don't know what it is! 😀

Jack:..Oh...

The way that I have seen how he's friendship with Trinity is, I'm going to say that he's a really gentle boy and honestly really sweet.

Also he does a lot of dad jokes or better said bad jokes. I mean, I saw a video of him when he was younger saying "do you know why the chicken cross the road?... to prove it wasn't chicken!".

He's very carismatic but I also feel that he has a shy side.

He loves to cuddle (something that he also said).

I have a theory that he's the type of boy that, when he has a crush, he does a lot of silly things to make he's crush laugh.

He didn't like scary movies until he was sixteen, but that doesn't mean he can get scared easily with some of those movies now.

My next assumption is that when he likes something he turns it in he's whole personally (and no, I'm not projecting wdym?)

He's a Scorpio, so I just know for fact that he doesn't have patience, like at all, and also he has a short temperament.

Loves dogs and cats, but I feel he's more of a cat person.

He definitely had that fase where he used to film videos for his "YouTube channel" like almost all 2000's babies did.

Cookie lover, don't ask me why I think this he just gives me the vibe.

Obviously he's a marvel fan, and he's favorite superhero it's Spiderman (and something tells me that when he got the role for spider he's brain associated the word immediately with the superhero)

He's Favorite holiday is Halloween.

He also gives me the vibe that he's a ride or die type of friend.

Definitely the one how's always joking around in he's friend's group.

When he gest nervous he laughs.

A completely softie.

Nature lover.

He said that when he gets older he would like to settle down and have a family of his own, and live close to nature in a really calm place.

He prefer small towns rather than big cities.

He gives the impression that if he gest a girlfriend/boyfriend (to not assume directly what he's attracted to) he would follow them averywhere like a little puppy.

Probably would like to post things about he's partner, but not too much to not over share with the internet.

Also a little bit clingy as well.

He also looks like he would used the pet name "baby" a lot.

He cursed almost all the time, but like unconsciously, it just comes from him naturally. And when he's not supposed to curse and can find himself to stop doing it he would cover he's mouth with both of he's hands (something that it's really cute if you picture it).

Even though he's carismatic, he would get all shy and smiley when someone gives him a compliment.

Anyways! I think that it's it! Hope you guys like and enjoy my little theories about the lovely boy Jack Champion <3.

If you have more ideas about him don't be afraid to share it, I would love to know what theories you have about him.

And again, sorry if there are any grammatical errors :)

#jack champion #jack champion edit #jack champion imagine #jack champion fic #jack champion fanfic #jack champion x reader #scream vi #ethan scream 6 #ethan landry #avatar the way of water #spider avatar #jack champion headcannons

[zaceouiswriting]

The little brother

Character: Reggie Mantle and Male Reader older brother

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Just a little violence

Why did you have to agree to this? Why did you let your parents drag you into something like this? Why couldn't you just stay in Cambridge where your parents couldn't reach you? But no, you had to crawl back as soon as they called. Your father knew full well that you still sought his approval after all these years, and he pulled on your heartstrings until you agreed to return to their home and look after your brother for a few weeks. Because he apparently wasn't doing well at school.

But nothing was as it seemed. When you entered the house you called your childhood home, there was not the little boy who always wanted to be near you, but a moody teenager, almost of age, lying half naked on the couch, showing off his perfectly sculpted upper body.

The moment Reggie saw you, his face contorted with anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked with a harsh tone, very different from the loving voice he had used towards you as a child.

Already done with this shit, you drop your bags to the floor still at the front door. Eye rolling, you closed the door behind you and went to your lazily sitting brother.

“Our parents thought it would be good for me to come here and look after you while they are away. They hope I can jog your walnut-sized brain.”

Your brother mocked you dismissively. After which, he stood up from the couch and walked towards you. The two of you were at the same level, staring into each other's eyes. He became noticeably taller, and you couldn't miss how wide he was getting. Football seemed to be good for him. You never liked team sports, mostly because you were a cowardly child who hated exercise.

Reggie suddenly tried to push you, but you stood your ground, your eyes glowing fiery. You, too, have become stronger thanks to the gym.

“Oh, I see. You’re trying to mark your territory like a dog? Or do you want to test who the man in the house is?” you asked him, grinning widely as his face turned into hatred.

You could see the movement of his arms before he even tried to hit you. You duck away with ease, only to give him an uppercut. He flew onto the couch. But somehow, he quickly got back on his feet. In the meantime, you got yourself into position, already prepared for your stubborn brother to jump back to his feet.

“Trust me, baby brother, this won’t be a good idea.”

You tried to get him to stop his stupid behavior you really tried, but he didn't listen. He thoughtlessly tried to attack you again, but you knocked him down even faster than before. You weren't the best boxer, but you learned quickly.

With just two hits, you knocked out Reggie. Looking down at your brother, you could only sigh. Was he always so hateful? Or is he still angry that you up and left when you were sixteen?

Your brother was obviously an early bloomer. He was already goddamn handsome. It took you years to get anywhere close to it. If you were honest, you were pretty jealous of it. You were almost twenty-three, and your little shitter of a brother was barely seventeen, and yet he looked just as good as you. Maybe a few more hits could help?

Before you could demolish his face out of jealous reflex with your fists, you shook yourself out of these thoughts. Instead, you placed one arm under his upper back and one under his legs. With some effort, you lifted your brother into your arms.

“Shit, you’re heavy,” you said through gritted teeth.

Carrying your brother upstairs to his bedroom, you carefully lay him down on his soft bed, breathing a sigh of relief as his weight was lifted from your arms. Even after years of training in the gym, you couldn't have carried him any longer than this.

You gently put the blanket over him and check his pulse to be on the safe side. Feeling like everything was fine, you looked around.

With a growing headache, you knew you couldn't leave his room in this chaos. He was such a clean freak as a kid, but now he's grown into what you were as a teenager: a hurricane.

You took out hidden fast food rappers, something your parents wouldn't allow their star athlete son to eat. Some dishes that could almost walk, and of course clothes. His room smelled like a high school locker room. You didn't mind the smell since gyms don't smell much different, but it unsettled you inside. For just a second, a fleeting moment, you imagined your brother in an inappropriate way that shocked you to your core. You never thought you would think of your brother like this. To be fair, the asshole has grown into one hell of an attractive guy.

After you cleaned his room in record time, you stared at his sleeping silhouette for just a moment. He still looked as sweet as ever. You walked close to him. As you stood in front of him, you gently brushed some strands of hair out of his face and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. A bedtime ritual you had when you were both younger.

“Sleep well, little shit,” you murmured against his head with a big smile, hoping he wouldn't remember anything the next day.

As you moved away from him towards the door, a sudden grab on your arm turned you around, only to be pulled into someone, your brother. In his sleep, he somehow managed to grab you and pull you into him. As you lay on his bed, he immediately laid his head on your chest, wrapped both arms around you and one leg as if you were a big pillow, and just slept.

Initially, you were stunned by the situation but soon found it amusing, to the point where you almost busted out laughing. However, you managed to stop yourself just in time. Instead, you placed your right hand on your brother's head and gently stroked it. You knew Reggie was a deep sleeper, and it was unlikely that he would wake up anytime soon. So, you prepared yourself for a long day ahead of you.

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#x male reader #male reader #riverdale x male reader #riverdale #reggie mantle #fluff #slight violence

[bmodiwrites]

ooooh, #4 for that found family list looks interesting!

So, this is so insanely late (I reblogged that meme forever again) but I finally have something for you. Thanks for the prompt, @thefreakandthehair! I hope I did the thing justice. You can read it on AO3, too, if that's more your style. Here are the prompts if you'd like to send more.

4. Everyone always asks if we're related, and we always say no, but I always want to say yes, because you're the closest thing I have to family.

Many moons before Steve starts dating Eddie, Wayne Munson enters his life.

The day is a usual one for Steve. After reaching his social peak at sixteen and tumbling down from grace ever since, time moved by in such a way that made Steve feel as if he’s standing in syrup. Everything around him goes by but his own life is slow and stilted, barely shifting and changing despite seconds and minutes and days passing him by.

He’s out early in the morning, contemplating the failure that he is while he tries to run his melancholy away. His shirtless skin is the only thing that makes him visible in the vivid darkness that surrounds 2AM, so Steve isn’t all that surprised when he turns a corner and is lightly clipped by a truck rolling through a stop sign.

The impact his body takes is the most Steve’s felt since a Demogorgon first walked into his life. It’s so jolting and otherwise exciting that Steve can’t find it in himself to be upset. He knows right away that nothing is wrong with him at all – his long legs might be a little sore from the pathetic attempt to catch himself, but that’s a small price to pay. By the time he’s rolled over his shoulder a couple of times, Steve is invigorated.

“Holy shit! I’m so sorry, kid,” Steve’s accidental attacker says. He’s out of his car, looking all around with a panicked expression overtaking his face the second he spots Steve laid out on the ground.

With a blink, Steve does his best to reassure the man – after all, that’s what he’s known for, what he’s good at. As long as everyone else is okay with the situation, Steve is okay, too. “Don’t worry about it. I was obviously in your way.”

The look on the older stranger’s face twists into something that Steve can’t quite place. It makes his stomach knot up and turn, kind of like the times in his youth when his mom screamed his name with distaste from the kitchen. And though he doesn’t get a wallop like his mom always dished out, Steve is certain the man is thinking about the lecture he so desperately wants to give. Instead, he settles on this –

“What are you doing out this early in the morning? You can’t be any older than my nephew, which means you should be at home… tucked into bed, safe and sound.”

Steve can’t help but laugh – it’s hard to remember the last time he’s felt safe… let alone sound or at peace.

“Early morning is the best time of the day for a run. The streets are usually clear, with tonight being an obvious exception,” Steve says, hoping his tone comes off as joking instead of petulant like he’s feeling.

For a second, Steve waits for some sort of fall out, though none comes. The older man shifts on his feet, looking uncomfortable. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Steve. I’m Steve – “

Without thought, Steve sticks out his hand between them, leaving it in the air awkwardly. He’s not all that certain what makes him do such a thing but he’s compelled to, truly unable to stop himself. For whatever reason, Steve feels like he needs this guy’s approval, like it’s important for him to make an impression that isn’t in the shape of his body along the side of the stranger’s truck. Maybe his brains are rattled, or maybe, just maybe, the world is working in his favor for once.

The older man only hesitates for a second before grabbing onto Steve’s hand, shaking it briefly. “Wayne. It’s nice to meet ya.” He waits a beat, then gestures over at his truck with the barest flick of his head. “Why don’t you hop in? I’ll take you to get some breakfast. It’s the least that I can do.”

Steve doesn’t argue or question, he doesn’t worry about the fact that he doesn’t have a shirt or that his knee is cut up to bits from the fall. He simply nods without question and climbs into the passenger side of Wayne’s car. Out of all the outcomes that might’ve come his way, Steve supposes a free plate of pancakes isn’t the worst.

Come to find out, Wayne’s presence in Steve’s life is far from over.

Since that morning, Steve’s taken it upon himself to go back to the diner that Wayne took him to for their amazing bacon whenever he can. He’s not totally sure what makes it so good but it’s absolutely worth the ten minute drive out of town to get it.

Never mind the fact that leaving Hawkins, even if just for a little while, feels like the perfect break from a life that’s still dull and dreary.

Wayne, it seems, holds the same opinion about the diner’s food (and the distance from Hawkins, though it takes Steve years to find that truth out).

They run into each other several mornings over a course of weeks. At first, Wayne pretends he doesn’t even know Steve, that he didn’t run him over or bribe him with breakfast foods. The wave Steve sends his way is resolutely ignored. For two more trips, Steve tries to get his attention to no avail. Yet, the moment Steve steels himself against the disappointment of another adult letting him down, Wayne actually steps up.

He finally invites Steve to join him one Saturday morning, cementing their routine.

From that point on, Steve dedicates the first morning of every weekend to his time with Wayne. As the Saturdays pass, the old man’s frozen exterior thaws into something that’s soft and squishy on the inside and easily pliable when Steve comes from the right angle. In the matter of weeks, Steve knows that Wayne is a factory worker with an adopted nephew and little to no social skills. Throughout all of their conversations, Steve realizes, despite the quiet gruffness, that Wayne is a good person who’s willing to give someone like the former ‘king’ a chance.

They get asked, pretty frequently, if they are father and son. The wait staff is never the same so Steve’s presence in Wayne’s booth is always an exciting topic for whomever takes their order. One ballsy waitress even sounds off, making them both laugh – “it’s so sweet of you to spend time with your dad. Warms my heart.”

Despite the potential for awkwardness, neither Steve nor Wayne worry about correcting the mistake. For what it’s worth, Steve is positive that Wayne’s done more for Steve in their short relationship than his own father throughout the entirety of Steve’s life. DNA doesn’t tie them together but the relationship they nurse is a strong one, one that’s born from communication and Steve’s need to have someone see him.

Things get a little interesting when Eddie comes into his life. At first, Steve isn’t even aware that Eddie is Wayne’s nephew. With everything that’s going on with the Upside Down, it’s an easy mistake to make. When Nancy talks about her interview with a man named Wayne, Steve makes the connection, almost stopping dead in his tracks. All of the sudden, Eddie’s innocence (and what that means for the person he cares so much about) becomes Steve’s mission – it’s vital that Wayne gets to keep the important people in his life.

Steve doesn’t realize that feelings crept into the picture along the way until Eddie is wrapped up in bandages, tucked tightly into the sheets of a cookie-cutter hospital bed. He’s fighting for his life with Wayne by his side. His chest heaves up and down as air fills into his lungs and supplies the rest of his body. It’s a normal thing for a person recovering from near fatal wounds but to Steve, it’s everything.

He's still trying to push away the sight of Eddie’s skin torn to bits. Steve’s heart slams against his chest when the inkling that Eddie still might not make it out on the other side arises. Upon reflection, Steve comes to understand that apprehension as real worry, as gut churning anxiety as the minutes pass and Eddie’s eyes don’t open.

Eventually, Eddie comes back to them. He’s stubborn like his uncle and not at all ready to leave this Earth behind. It’s a relief, both for Wayne and Steve, to see Eddie up and around and very much living.

In fact, it’s such a breath of fresh air that Steve doesn’t waste any time. His usual courtships are done with smoothly spoken words and fancy dates used to impress. Steve is the master of his game, yet shockingly poor at actually feeling the things alive and well in his heart. Maybe that’s because no one ever made him feel so right in his skin. Or maybe, Steve’s just now at the point where he’s recovered from Nancy and ready to genuinely love again.

Unsurprisingly, it takes them no time at all to fall into each other. Eddie is so much like Wayne (with the added bonus of being drop dead gorgeous and cuttingly funny) that Steve is immediately enamored. While there are no fatherly feelings between Steve and Eddie, the familiarity of being around someone he already feels a kinship with is kind of nice.

So nice that dating quickly turns into something very serious. The sort of serious that makes Steve and Eddie get an apartment together long before they’re ready. Struggling to make ends meet isn’t what Steve pictured for his life but he’s living like a pig in shit – happy as can be, despite the fifty hour weeks split between two jobs. Every day he gets to come home to his best guy who greets him with a smile on his face and their next adventure together waiting for them. Even if that’s cooking shitty spaghetti and doing the dishes before they pass out for the night. It’s hard most days but Steve isn’t about to wish his reality away, either. Happiness, he’s found, is worth the price paid.

Years go by and as they do, things get better. Eddie gets a job that he loves (and pays well, too) while Steve continues to crush it at the factory with Wayne. Manual labor is exactly what Steve needs to keep his mind occupied. The added bonus of getting to be with his surrogate father and probable best friend is yummy icing on the cake. Steve’s family, the one he found and put together himself, is flourishing. With a little nourishment, Steve knows they’re only going to get better.

Then, the law catches up and eventually allows them to make things official – Steve and Eddie, unsurprisingly, are first in line to do exactly that. They run away to Maine with Wayne and Robin in tow. They sign some papers and exchange rings and become something in the eyes of the law they’ve been since they first decided to commit to each other. Eddie is Steve’s husband. They finally share the same last name.

So the next time that Steve and Wayne are mistaken for father and son about a year later, Steve gets to joyfully nod his head and proudly say yes to the nosy woman asking. He smiles widely when Wayne wraps an arm around his shoulders and adds his positive confirmation, too.

And despite always feeling like Wayne’s family, like someone who belongs to the Munson name, Steve feels truly complete for the first time… maybe ever. Not only does he have this amazing man that’s excited to love him and make a life together, but Steve’s lucky enough to have a dad who cares about him, too.

Getting hit by Wayne’s truck is the best thing to happen to Steve – he reminds both his dad and husband of that as often as possible. Without that little clip of a Ford’s bumper, Steve might not have the life he loves with his whole heart. Though it’s a running joke to poke fun at Steve’s sappy admission, neither Eddie nor Wayne ever take the truth of the matter for granted.

Fate brought them together.

Their love for each other makes them a family.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fan fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie au #steddie fluff #bobbie writes #untitled #found family #4

[lokis-army-77]

Wiled Hearts Pt.2

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Meeting the new farm hand isn't exactly as glamorous as one might have predicted.

Warning: Nothing in this chapter except the reader calls her dad "daddy" a few times, but obviously not in THAT way, and some cursing.

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Morning came all too soon. The bright rays of sunlight filtered in through my window and I groaned as the light hit my eyes. Grabbing my pillow I shoved it over my face to block out the morning but removed it just as quickly when it became stuffy and hard to breathe. Slowly, I stretched myself out and sleepily threw the covers off my body. 

The alarm clock on my bedside table flashed the time, 8:15 a.m. I sighed, realizing my hope of sleeping in late would not happen with my internal clock being so used to waking up early for classes. Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and made my way out into the hallway where the smells of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach began to growl. 

The bottom of the stairs opened up into the kitchen, so when I made my way down I could see Mama and Daddy and my baby brother in the room. Although, my baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore. 

I stood just out of sight for a moment, admiring the family I hadn’t seen in forever. Mama was in the middle of cooking her world-famous buttermilk biscuits, Daddy had his glasses on looking at what I could only assume were bills, and Tucker was shoveling bacon and grits in his mouth like he had never eaten before. 

Looking at them made me a little sad. I’ve been gone for a few years and so much can change in such a short amount of time. I mean, the last time Tucker and I were in the same room he had the chubby baby face of a thirteen-year-old, and now… now he was more muscular and had a full face of facial hair. If I didn’t know he was almost sixteen, I would have thought he was older. I can’t help the feeling that I have missed so much. 

I’m pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Mama call out to me. “Morning sugar bear, go have a seat and I’ll bring you some breakfast.” 

I shake my head clearly and smile. “Mornin’ Mama, Daddy,” I say as I descend the last few stairs and find my seat. “Morning to you too turd.” I push an elbow into Tucker’s side. 

“Shut up.” He elbowed me back and I laughed as I threw an arm over his shoulders, bringing him in for a hug. “Missed you,” he laughed as well.

“Missed you too. Although I'm pretty upset you didn’t come to graduation.” I teased.

“Hey, I was sick. I couldn’t help it.” 

“Were you sick or did you not wanna come to see your one and only sister on her big day?” 

Mama shook her head as she placed a bowl in front of me filled with buttery grits and a plate with two sunny-side-up eggs and three strips of bacon. “You two stop it.”

Tucker ignored her. “Oh crap, you caught me. In fact, I didn’t want to go so I decided to get a fever of 101 just so I could stay home in bed.” 

“Oh well, I guess that means you don’t get to have the little present I bought for you,” I stated smugly as I began to eat my food. He sat there mouth agape if foux shock.

“Son, close your mouth when ya got food in it,” Daddy hit Tucker’s shoulder with an envelope. 

“Sorry, Sir.” Tucker apologized and bumped me with his shoulder, making my spoon fall into the bowl. 

“Yep, definitely not getting your present now.” After a couple more bites I turn to Dad and ask, “So what’s on the agenda for today?” 

He takes a sip of coffee and clears his throat before speaking. “Well, you’re brother, Randy, and I are going out to the eastern pasture over the hill and herding all the cows back this-a-way so they have some fresher grass to feed on. Munson’s sposed to be fixing the fence down by the creek and as for Mama, what are you doing today hun?” 

Our heads turn to her as she places the biscuit dough in the oven. “Well, I was gonna work on the garden before heading into town to the farm supply store.” 

“So I’m free to do whatever?” I ask. 

“You can tag along with any of us, just thought you might want some time to settle in before I start making you work again.” Daddy smiles at me before going back to his papers. 

“Wow, a free day on the farm.” These were rare and to be treated as such. Summer was coming and the heat was a testament to that, maybe a day spent at the pond or the creek was just the thing I needed. I could also use the time to go and introduce myself to the new guy. 

I had almost forgotten about him until he was mentioned again. The vision of those biceps flooded my mind and I shook my head, blushing. If his silhouette was anything to go by, he would be absolutely devastating to look at. 

Once I finish my food, I clean off my dishes and bound upstairs to get showered and dressed for the day. By the time I come back downstairs at a quarter to ten, everyone is already gone doing their own thing and I am left to my own devices. 

First things first, I need to go down to the barn. I had grown up riding horses and the moment I went to college I was so upset that I couldn’t have that anymore. 

There was an almost giddy pep in my step as I raced over the dirt driveway and through the grass and into the large open breezeway of the barn. The stalls were empty which prompted me to make my way to the back of the barn, where the breezeway opened into a two-acre fenced-in area. 

As I was rounding the corner I ran face-first into something, or rather someone who was coming out of the feed room. 

“Shit.” The person's aggravated voice sounded as it was accompanied by the sound of a bucket clambering to the floor. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I reached down for the bucket only to hit my head against the person. “Ow.” I stumbled backward, hand on my head.

“Fuck, can you watch where you’re going?” The unfamiliar male voice groaned with a slight northern Appalachian accent. 

“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere.” I looked up at the man and boy was I right earlier. He was devastatingly handsome with his large brown eyes and hints of brown hair sticking out from under his black, straw cowboy hat. 

He stared at me, eyes going from wide open to squinting in a matter of seconds. Shaking his head he bent down to pick up the spilled alfalfa hay. 

I twiddled my thumbs for a moment before I realized he was finished talking. “I really am sorry.” 

“Mhum.” He hummed in response, which aggravated me a little. 

“I said I was sorry,” I started again a bit louder. 

He looked up at me and gave a shrug. “What do you want? A fuckin’ medal? I heard you the first two times.” 

I scoffed. “Well excuse me, ya don’t gotta be a dick.” 

The hay was now all back in the bucket and the guy stood to his full height in front of me. He was tall and frankly intimidating, which also added to the fact that he was gorgeous. My eyes traveled to his rolled-up sleeves and dear god, those biceps were just as amazing up close. 

I tried to reason with myself that I should not be ogling the new farmhand, especially since he was being a grade-A asshole. 

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He pushed past me and into the first open stall. 

I followed, never knowing when to let something go, always having to have the last word in any argument. “Don’t call me Princess.” 

He never stopped what he was doing, only replied to me over his shoulder. “Oh dear, please forgive me, Your Majesty.” The new name was said with more venom than it should have for a person who I had known all of five minutes. 

“I have a name and it’s not that.” I stood there, arms crossed and head high. I was not going to let this guy get to me. 

He hummed again before walking out of the stall toward me. “I don’t actually care. Now, you can either leave me alone or find a way to make yourself useful.” 

I scrunched up my nose in distaste. “Fuck you, asshole.” I turned on my heel and headed out of the barn and to the fenced-in area. 

What was his deal? All I did was say sorry, is it that much of a problem to acknowledge me? I can’t believe Dad would hire someone so unpleasant. 

My thoughts were jumbled as I thought over the interaction and if anyone were to be close enough to me, they would think I’m crazy the way I’m talking to myself. “How dare he call me princess, like I’m some spoiled brat. I’m neither of those things.” I huff. 

I look over my shoulder to see if he was still in the barn and low and behold, he was staring at me. I glared back at him. I was not going to be the one to look away first. 

He seemed to glare back before turning to walk further into the barn. A small sense of triumph washed over me like I had won. 

As I internally celebrated my victory, I heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the swish of a tail. I smiled. The brown snout of the familiar horse entered my field of vision and my hand reached out instantly to pat its strong neck.  

My fingers twirled mindlessly in the dark, coarse hairs of its mane. Kota had been my horse since middle school. She had been a birthday present from Mama and Daddy. 

I still remember them setting me down and Daddy saying, "She's your responsibility. You fed her, you water her, you take care of her." 

That had been one of the best days of my life. I was so excited to have my own horse so I could ride wherever I wanted to, I could be free. Going to college several states away and almost never coming home had made me sick with longing for her. If I could have, I would have packed her right up and brought her with me. 

“Hey, girl,” I whisper to her and she lets out a puff of air. “You wanna go for a ride?” It was almost like she knew what I was asking when she nodded her head over and over. 

The grin that overtook my face was wide and toothy. I had absolutely missed this. We were close to the wooden slatted fence, so I lead her over to it and stepped up to the second slat before swinging my left leg over her back and getting comfortable. 

I nudge my legs into her side, encouraging her to walk forward and to the gate. Once it’s open I nudge her a little more, and then we're off in a canter. It was like all my thoughts left once I could feel the breeze flowing past me. All the world just faded away until it was just me and Kota and the wide-open pastures. 

It took an hour or two but we explored many places I had missed when I was gone. The tallest oak tree on the entire three-hundred-acre property, the old barn out in the woods where my friends and I would party and get drunk in high school, the clearing in the middle of those same woods I used to sneak out to in the middle of the night to clear my head. Now, we were headed back closer to the house, maybe a mile or so out, where the creek widened out into a pond. It was hot and if I was in need of a cool down, so was Kota. 

The pond was near the edge of the pasture and the bobwire fence ran out about twenty feet from the back side of the water. Trees covered the area on three sides and on the side that wasn’t shaded, it looked more like a beach, with sand and a dock that went a little way into the water. The sand and the beachy vibe had been Mama’s idea several years back when the yearly trips down south to Orange Beach had been canceled due to money. It was cleaner than the other areas of water on the property since the cows rarely came to this spot, as they preferred to be more downstream and closer to the larger pond.

Pulling on Kota’s mane a bit, I get her to stop. I if didn't she probably would have happily carried us both into the water. I jumped off and landed in the sand. Since I was no longer stooping her, Kota trotted her way to the water. I shook my head as I watched her. 

Before I could even begin making my way to the dock to take my boots off, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, in the woods. It was almost hard to spot but the sun had caught the mirrors of the black Chevy Silverado. Never having seen the truck before, I wandered my way over, not worrying if Kota ran off or not, the house wasn’t that far of a walk. 

As I came closer to the vehicle I peered inside its open window. The red upholstery looked a bit dirty, like any farm truck. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye, and neither did anything that could tell me whose truck it was. That's when I heard a frustrated cry. 

"Fuckin' fence!"

I whorled around to face the voice and there, knelt down by the broken bobwire fence, was the new guy. Then I remembered what Dad had said at breakfast, that Munson would be out here working.

He had new wire tangled in a heap to his left and a couple of tools to his right. Not wanting another interaction with him, I tried to back away slow and quiet, and yet whatever controlled the universe decided that I wasn’t getting out of this unnoticed when my heel made contact with a tree root and I tumbled to the ground with a yelp. 

“Well, if it isn’t the Princess.” He said smugly from where he knelt. 

I glared at him as I stood to my feet and brushed the dirt and leaves from my legs and hands. “Screw you.” 

“I know you want to but unluckily for you, you aren’t my type.”

“Oh yeah, and what is your type? Whore?” I spit out.

He smirked. “Anything except spoiled brat.” 

Anger was bubbling inside me as I looked at this guy’s smug and unfairly handsome face. It took everything in me not to launch myself at him, to scream in frustration. So, I kicked a plume of dirt in his direction and griped, “I’m not a brat, and you’re never gonna get that fixed if you don’t have the wire stretcher… Asshat.” And with a roll of my eyes, I was gone.

...

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[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim #44: Sweet 116

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content: recovery, comfort, vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, fluffy compared to my usual

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Kane woke up one hundred and sixteen years old.

It felt like it had been ages since his last birthday, since he hadn’t been aware of its passing since his 110th. He’d honestly thought he was older than this, back in his cell. It felt longer than five years.

He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in a long time, even the ones where he’d been aware of the day passing. They were a bitter reminder that his family didn’t care, after the extravagant parties he’d been thrown as a young child turned into not even being wished a happy birthday. He and Bellamy used to have their own little events, just the two of them, but those stopped after Bellamy left.

He wished he could apologize to Bellamy for treating him so badly. Kane knew he’d been a bad friend. But it was probably better this way: Bellamy had his own life now, he was flourishing, and Kane was okay now too. He had to just appreciate their childhood friendship for what it was, and accept that it was over.

Jim wasn’t his friend, certainly. Kane had abused him for years, and now he was currently held captive in the man’s house. But he was something almost like a friend. More than a friend in some ways, a god-like savior who’d dragged him out of a torturous nightmare.

He was okay. He didn’t need a friend, and he didn’t need a birthday. He just needed to be safe, and he had that, now. He smiled at the thought. His first safe birthday in five years.

Jim came downstairs with a fresh bowl of blood. “Hey, man. Happy birthday. Hundred sixteen now, right? Sheesh.”

“Oh. You remembered.” Kane said, a little shocked.

“’Course I remembered. Gotta be on top of that shit if you’re gonna be staying here. Speaking of which...” Jim held out the bowl, but it was a new one, one Kane had never seen before. A ceramic bowl designed to look like a cake, a human food he knew was traditionally used to celebrate birthdays. Jim had taught him that.

“Saw this and thought it might be fun to use on your birthdays, since obviously you can’t eat actual cake.” Jim said with a goofy grin.

Birthdays. Plural. That could only mean one thing, that Jim intended to keep him for years. Kane’s heart soared, elated. He was being promised safety for years.

“Thank you so much.” Kane gingerly took the cute little bowl. “I love it. Thank you for the bowl, and the blood, and, and for letting me stay. Thank you for all of it.” He teared up a little, overwhelmed with emotion.

“Aw, well, you were always nice to me on my birthdays.” Jim pointed out. “You always got me cake and a present. Never hurt me or anything, ‘cept for the bite, even if I was doing stuff you’d normally hit me for. It was the only time I really felt safe.”

Guilt flooded him. Jim only felt safe five days out of the five years Kane had him, and he still made every effort he could to make Kane feel safe now despite it.

“I’m glad you’re safe now.” Kane said softly.

“Right back at you.” Jim patted him on the back. “Laken’s coming over later and we’ll have a little party. Assuming that’s cool with you? There’s still time to cancel it if you’re not into the idea.”

Laken was a hunter. It was hard to get out of the mindset that humans were dangerous by default, let alone hunters, but they’d been over to visit Liz’s a few times when he and Jim had stayed at Liz’s place a few weeks ago and they’d only ever been friendly toward him. He supposed that the only options Jim had to invite to his vampire’s birthday party were them and Liz, and Liz was definitely not a fan of him.

Kane hadn’t had a proper birthday party since he was ten years old. It seemed almost childish at this point, but... unbelievably sweet.

“That sounds great. Thank you.” He held the bowl to his lips and drank.

-

Jim’s present to Kane served two purposes: it was something he knew the guy would love, and it would give him time to decorate. It was a strategy he had employed for Liz on multiple occasions. Give her a gift she’d have to leave the house for, then set everything up while she’s away. He could have just done it while Kane was asleep, but he wanted to make sure he actually wanted something. Jim knew he was weird about birthdays.

He had to get creative this time, since he couldn’t send Kane to the arcade or roller rink. Kane was over the moon about the fancy bath stuff Jim got him, breaking out in a delighted fanged grin.

While Kane spent what Jim was sure would be an hour in the bathroom trying out fancy soaps, he strung up some simple decorations. Some balloons, streamers, and in a moment of unprecedented genius, a ‘SWEET 16′ banner he’d drawn an extra ‘1′ into to make it say ‘SWEET 116′. He giggled as he tacked it up.

He was sure it was nothing compared to the kinds of parties hundred-millionaire vampires would throw. Hell, it’d be nothing by human party standards, the guy couldn’t even eat cake or get wasted. But hey, Kane seemed pretty jazzed about it so far.

It was a good distraction. Jim tried not to think about it, but tomorrow was the anniversary of the night Kane took him. He realized it a few minutes after Kane had told him his birthday. Was that what he was? Kane’s birthday present to himself, a shiny new human?

He pushed the thought out of his head. It didn’t matter. He didn’t want to think about the fact that tomorrow was the 15 year anniversary of the day his life ended.

Jim was glad he had the excuse of Kane being scared of Liz to not invite her: she’d definitely try to comfort him, because she knew him way too well, and then he’d have to think about it, and maybe even talk about it.

And then he’d be a terrified 19 year old boy again, back in that lonely little room in Kane’s house where nothing was safe, and he didn’t want to be that anymore.

Now Kane was in his house, and neither of them were miserable. It was fine. Though it was hard not to think about it at least a little bit, with what Laken wanted to give Kane as his present.

Kane came downstairs smelling like roses. “You weren’t waiting to put the cuffs back-”

He looked around, taking in the decorations. Another smile. Kane had been smiling a lot more these days, he noticed.

“You did all this for me?” He sounded choked-up.

“Yeah, man. It’s your birthday. First one you’ve celebrated in five years, right? Gotta do something.” Jim patted him on the back. “And no cuffs today. We can be a little lax once in a while.” Plus, there’ll be a hunter here most of the time just in case.

“One hundred and six.”

“One hundred and six what?”

“This is the first birthday I’ve celebrated in one hundred and six years.” Kane clarified. “Or, ninety-nine years if you count the little celebrations that were just me and Bellamy. Just shy of a century.”

“Fuck, man. You’re making me too sad.” Jim shook his head. Guess that explained why he was so cagey about his birthday. “Well, good thing I snapped you up before it could get to a round hundred. We’ll fit a birthday party in here for you yet.”

“Thank you, Jim.” Kane said, sounding touched. “That means a lot.”

-

Laken arrived shortly. Kane froze up as they hugged him, not having expected it, but relaxed once he realized they weren’t hurting him.

“Happy birthday, you little grandpa!” they laughed, glancing at the banner. “Excellent.”

“Thank you for coming.” he replied. Laken’s hug was different from Jim’s. There was no tension, no fear that Kane could sense. They just held him, carefree. He wanted it to last forever, but they pulled away to hug Jim next.

They strolled inside and turned back around. “Jimmy, get outta here. I’ve gotta give Kane his present.”

Laken didn’t appear to have brought anything with them, Kane noted with confusion.

“Y-yeah.” Jim was suddenly nervous. “Just, just come get me when it’s done.” He scurried up the stairs to his room.

Kane was growing more anxious by the second. Jim being nervous was bad, but being apart from him was worse, and being alone with a hunter even worse than that. Even if they were the nicest hunter he’d ever met.

“Chill out.” Laken ordered, patting him on the head. “Jim’s just a little sensitive about this stuff. I’m not gonna hurtcha.”

“O-oh. Um, then, then what?” he asked.

Laken held out their arm. “Go on and feed some. Double portions today, and this one’s straight from the source, nice ‘n fresh..”

Kane stared incredulously at their outstretched arm. This had to be a- a trap of some kind, it had to be.

He could still remember the searing licks of the sun on his skin, in his mouth, unable to get away, burning burning burning for an entire week, the nights never long enough to heal more than the smallest bit before the next day devastated him again. And that had been for just trying to bite.

There was no way a hunter was telling him to bite them.

“I’ll be good, s...” Kane thought about it a bit, unsure what the proper title would be for a ‘them’. “...sir?” he decides anyway. “I’ll be good. I know better, I, I’ve learned. You don’t need to test me.”

“I’m not gonna pull pranks on you on your birthday, dude.” Laken shook their head. “Or ever. That sounds about as good of an idea as pulling pranks on Jim. Maybe even worse. Nah, I’m serious. Go for it. Have a little treat.”

They were serious. Kane glanced up the stairs. “Jim’s okay with it?”

“Yup, got pre-approved and everything. Listen, if you don’t want it, I can use the blood draw and you can drink it out of that bowl Jim was so giggly about on the phone, or we can just forget about the whole thing if you wanna. It’s your call. You’re the birthday boy. But hey, I’m offering.” They waggled their eyebrows.

Blood did taste really good straight from a human. It didn’t get any fresher than that. And... it could be his test, too. He was starting to really trust that Jim wouldn’t send him back, or hurt him on purpose. If he did this, he could see if Laken is really telling the truth, and maybe he could trust them, too. If he refused, he’d never know.

“Okay. Yes, please. Um, have you ever... been bitten before?” he asked.

“Pssh, oh yeah. A billion and a half times.” Laken assured. “I’ve been hunting for like, a decade. You guys’ve got like 5 things for combat, and teeth are one of ‘em. Never been really fed from, though. But I’m curious!” They waved their arm in front of him again.

Kane was glad they were offering their arm. He was sure that Jim would have an intensely negative reaction to seeing his mark on Laken’s neck.

He nodded trepidatiously. “Please let me know if you want me to stop.”

He bit into their forearm, sweet, delicious blood flowing into him. The base taste wasn’t as good as Jim’s abnormally-delicious blood, but it was so fresh that it truly was a treat. He had already had a meal today, but he fed enough for an entire second meal. It was his birthday, after all.

When he was done, he licked the wound closed. “Thank you. That was, that was wonderful.” He waited anxiously for their reaction.

“Haha, so weird. Glad it did it for you.” Laken said casually.

They’re really not mad. They’re not going to try to punish me.

“I’m gonna put a bandage on this so Jim doesn’t flip his shit.” they added. “You wanna go get him? Knock first.”

“Okay!” Kane agreed, invigorated by his apparent success. He jogged up to Jim’s room, initially minding his ankle chains before realizing they weren’t there, and knocked.

“Jim? It’s done. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Jim opened the door, looking a little less than okay, but not awful.

“I-”

“If you’re about to say you’re sorry, can it. It’s your birthday and you didn’t hurt anyone. Was it nice?” Jim asked.

Kane was surprised by how he’d predicted what he was about to say so easily. He guessed Jim just... knew him better than anyone else, at this point.

But that street went both ways. Seeing Jim look all nervous, he was suddenly reminded that he’d taken Jim the day after his 100th birthday.

“It was nice. Thank you for allowing it.” He hesitated, hoping he was saying the right thing. “Um, I know that tomorrow is probably... an uncomfortable day for you. I’m sorry. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do? Like if you want me to stay downstairs or something.”

Jim startled a bit, then smoothed his hair down. “I dunno. I kinda just wanna do everything like normal. Don’t wanna make it weird or anything.”

“Okay. Whatever you want.” Kane agreed.

“Hey, did Jim faint up there or something?” Laken called.

“C’mon, don’t turn into Liz, I’m not that fragile! I wasn’t even the one who got bit!” Jim called back. He bumped Kane on the shoulder, racing back down.

Kane laughed, following behind him.

-

sorry i’ve been slacking on posting new chapters / november was kind of a wash! you can expect a lot more activity in the latter portion of december.

drabbles posted in between #43 and #44:

Drabble: Mirror

Drabble: Fuck you

also started K&J x MMSS, a series of crossovers between my guys and the guys of Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset! there’s like 30k words of writing in there now

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CHARLES

james potter for the character list thingy 🫶🏼 love you

@deermessrs CELIA, you sent me this ask SIX MONTHS AGO, but I never forgot it and wanted to go back and finish the answer I'd half-written back then... if you still care to read it, here it is!! 😅

Favorite Thing About Them: I just love this boy who (albeit imperfectly) used his privilege for good - to give to others the love he was so freely given, to defend those more vulnerable than him, to actually risk his life to fight for the people he loved. And yes he saw the world in black and white, yes he had a savior complex, yes he was full of himself. But he's just. He's the kid in elementary school who makes handmade valentine's for the whole class, who is SO friendly to and defensive of the nerdy kid that he doesn’t realize he's actually embarrassing them. He is literally reckless with his own heart. And I just wanna hug him about it.

Least Favorite Thing About Them: Not to be a total simp, but I don't know that there's anything I don't like about him...

Favorite Line: In DH, when Harry asks, "will you stay with me?" And he says, "Until the very end." (I may or may not have the words tattooed on my body.)

BROTP: Sirius Black, his canonical soulmate, imo. The two of them are the definition of "you complete me" and "I found my other half." They love each other so much I think that even when it isn't romantic it is still bigger than any romantic love either of them have. It's obviously close to how deeply James loves Lily, but I think there is a tether between James and Sirius that neither of them have with anyone else.

OTP: Lily Evans, if that wasn't obvious xD They're just…I've shipped them since I was 12, before I knew what shipping was, yknow? They created my bby boy. Even though I ship both of them with other people in different contexts, I never see them ending up with anyone but each other.

NOTP: Snape. Who I only ship with a lifetime of cleaning out toilets.

Random Headcanon: He grew up with Marlene McKinnon. It was her brothers who taught him how to fly. They were each other's first kiss when they were like, 6, even though they never really liked each other that way. It was one of those things where you know each other as children but somehow it doesn't translate when you get older and find other friends - until they were in like 6th year and the war started feeling really real and it brought everyone closer. When he found out she and her whole family were killed, he went to a very dark place.

Unpopular Opinion: Er… I don't know if I have an unpopular opinion on him? It also depends on the part of fandom I'm talking to, lmao. The one thing I can think of is one I know some people share: that James wasn't that bent about The Prank. I think he was frustrated, but I don't think it put a rift between him and Sirius in any way.

Song I Associate With Them: Oh, 100% forever and always A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me by Fall Out Boy!!! "Cause you're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with, and I'm just the boy whose had too many chances… I'm sleeping on your folks' porch again dreaming, "she said, she said, she said, why don't you just drop dead?" // I don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it. So say, "what are you waiting for? kiss her, kiss her." I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late." LIKE, PLS.

favorite picture of them: I went through all the fanart I've reblogged and I think I'd have to say this one by @daiziesssart:

#james potter #hp #the marauders #celia tag #the post is here #me

[bookoflibrary]

FAQ regarding the lore.

I will update this the more I think of questions I frequnetly recieved over the years.

Was Yoko Taro involved in the main story post-Reality? Yoko Taro has said many times in Famitsu and other interviews that he still oversees main story content with another writer, and approves and helps come up with the newer characters after release. In fact, the end to SINoALICE is the first thing he wrote when writing the plot. He was still involved with the game to some degree after release, and was also adamant to end things after the story concluded, as he wanted the game to end 'properly' with a concrete story.

On the other hand, he has confirmed that Pokelabo is in charge of weapon stories, job stories, and event scenarios.

Are Gishin and Anki evil? They are one chaotic pair, but one is for sure worse than the other. Which brings me to…

What are their goals? To collect all the desire in every world they can to create Library's true form, which would be the flesh mass. Yes, that's Library's true form in all of it's glory. Beautiful amirite? They also referred to themselves as 'administrators'. Nutcracker was a prototype of their original models. We still never found out who they report to, though as of typing this I have not done Desire ch7.

How is SINo linked to DoD/Nier? The DoD3 collab suggested Library was born from the Cataclysm, and the Library was shown to be a part of Cage in Rein. I should research this more since I have interest in his other titles. But someone else more knowledgeable can touch up on this.

I thought SINo was about resurrecting the Authors? You find out in Story of Authors that this was one of many lies the puppets tell the characters to keep going about killing each other, repeating the story, and building up sweet desire. Cinderella and Gretel's chapters make the revelation that they are inside the SINoALICE system and there is a key (you find out the key in Act of Desire), and that no amount of life force can properly bring the Authors back. Yoko has foreshadowed for years the Authors were also never coming back.

The story prior to Authors was converging timelines, crossing reality and Library, and fighting to the death to build Desire. Act of SINoALICE was the characters appearing in our reality to see the biproduct of it all, and try and fail to stop it.

There is obviously a lot more to explain and it gets a little more complicated.

Reality characters have names? Yes, a few reality characters have ages and names. Alice has conflicting information on her age, the job story says she was eighteen, but the scraps say she is only sixteen. Snow White is named Yukishita Miki and she is 23. Gretel had no name given but was said to be 17. This aligns with what is said in the game itself. Cinderella is named Haibara Takako and she is 27. Dorothy's name is Eriko Douma and she is 25. Sleeping Beauty's real name is Iori Sonoda and she is 15. She also has a canon birthday and that is Oct 29. Akazukin had no name given but she is 16. Pinocchio's real name is Hisanori Takagi and he was 14. His mother was also given a name; Naoko Takagi and she was 35.

Iori's scroll says 'Welcome, we invite you to a tale of horror' on it in chaos. Kaguya and Mermaid had no names or ages given but scraps suggest they were both in their upper twenties. The rest is assumptions based on info given. VVVV

The Conductor event says there is a clear age difference between Library Matchie and Reality Matchie. Reality Matchie had just graduated high school not long before her story takes place. We can conclude it started immediately after she graduated the fire academy training as she was just starting her job.

Aladdin is harder to guess for as there isn't hints, but he does seem older than Reality Rapunzel, who is still a college student. He also points out she is younger when he rescues her. 'Ah, that's right. You must still be a student.'

The Piggies also have no age indicated, and they have no cross or scraps. But they were said to be in elementary school when their story takes place, which makes it all the more horrifying.

Hameln is also a bit harder to figure out. He does not look very old by design, was referred to as a seinin/young man/青年 and Library Hameln was said he looked to be in his 'mid twenties.' I think it's fair to assume Reality Hameln is also around that age.

Aladdin Alter is possibly the oldest of the alts, but this is just my guess. Interestingly I don't remember him also being referred to as a 青年, though I should redo his story.

Some of the reality names are plays on their fairytale. Yukishita Miki can mean princess under the snow. Takagi Hisanori can be tall tree. Haibara Takako can be high oriented girl from the ashes. To add to the tragedy, Hisanori's mother's name can be spelled/read as 'Just a child still.'

[slayerkitty]

@lurkingshan poked at me and said I should write out my thoughts about Tai in relation to being a middle child of divorced parents and why he’s acting the way he is. I can’t promise this is gonna be any kind of coherent, cause ya’ll, this episode hit me in feels I haven’t had since I was a kid, but I’ve cranked my BL OST playlist and I’m gonna give it a shot. 

So, first things first - I am a middle child (one older sister, one younger brother) of divorced parents. My parents divorced when I was pretty young (six-ish?). My mother remarried when I was eight, and she and my step-father divorced when I was sixteen. So when I say I relate so hard to Tai and how he processes...life, it’s kinda scary.  

Let’s back up though and talk about a couple of things that are gonna apply to Tai here that obviously wouldn’t in a normal situation like this as we aren’t all living in a soulmate AU. 

Like most, if not all soulmate AU’s, society has placed pressure and expectation on those who meet the criteria of the world they’re based in. That means from the moment Tai was old enough to understand language (as young as one-two, he probably understood that sometimes mom and dad can’t hear him when it rains) and by the time he was school age, I would assume that he knows and understands his parents can “hear” each other when it rains, and that means (says who? I mean really, who decided this?) that his parents are soulmates. This is something that is an inherent, ingrained part of their culture as well as their family dynamic. 

(Side note: I cannot remember if Tai said how young the hearing loss starts, just that I think at twenty, you would start to hear your “soulmate” when it rained)

So picture Tai, a middle child with three other siblings who craves attention and validation, finding out that of his siblings, he’s the only one who’s like his parents. There’s a post by @syrena-del-mar here who goes more in depth about the sibling’s birth order and what it means for each of their characters and personalities; middle child syndrome is a real thing (*points to self*). Tai having this connection with his parents when his other siblings didn’t would be so meaningful to him. I would even say it might make it more impactful. It’s also clearly made Tai put more intense expectations and beliefs onto his parents marriage as a result (as well as shaped his expectations and beliefs about his own future relationship with his “soulmate”). 

(Side note #2: before I launch into the next part, I just want to say that I’m not blaming or defending any characters. They all did/are doing what they think is best at the time. I don’t believe any one specific character’s behaviors are malicious. That doesn’t mean they made good decisions either, though. Just wanted to put that out there, lol.)

So, now that I’ve laid out some extremely wordy groundwork, let’s fast forward to Tai’s parents telling the kids about the divorce. Firstly, while I know that Tai’s parents wanted to tell all the kids together, I gotta say, your son’s twentieth birthday (you know, the son who has the same hearing loss/soulmate thing going on that they do) is probably not the best move. What that means is they’ve essentially taken a day that Tai is celebrated and supposed to feel special and ruined it. I don’t know any kid that wouldn’t be utterly crushed by news of their parents divorce on their birthday. Now magnify that with both the ingrained societal and familial expectations that are on the parent’s relationship, as well as the extra meaning Tai has placed on it because he also has hearing loss. 

Now that we’ve processed that agony (hahahaha no we haven’t lol and neither has Tai), let’s talk about what happens next. Tai immediately blames his mother for their splitting up and his father leaving. When that doesn’t garner a real response (his parents do not say much here and it’s so frustrating because if they’d just explain, I think they would have saved so much heartache, but like I said, they did the best they knew how at the time). 

(Side note #3: I have a sixteen year old son and he said something to me that was super profound about a family situation we had, that we hadn’t really filled him in on. He eventually came and asked me about it. I explained the situation to him and when I mentioned that we hadn’t told him about it because we didn’t want to him to worry, he countered with the following: “I’m not stupid. I knew something was going on; you guys not telling me about it only made me worry more and blow it out of proportion in my head. I was gonna worry about it either way, the not knowing made it worse.” Pretty sure this applies to Tai and his siblings.) 

Tai’s dad moves out, like right then, and when his son is literally chasing him down the street and screaming for him, keeps walking. Tai goes home, a sobbing mess, it rains, and he hears Patts for the first time. What does he do? He says silent. This moment, that afternoon, his parents divorce, and his father leaving have damaged Tai and his entire belief system. 

As the child of a mother who’s been divorced twice (and is advocate of divorce, because I believe that it’s more harmful to stay married if you don’t want to be/aren’t in love anymore/etc), let me tell you - divorce is traumatic. Especially when you don’t fully explain why to your children (of any age - it doesn’t matter that Tai and his siblings are all in their teens or older); a lot of children feel like it’s their fault, that their parents don’t love them anymore, that they’ve been abandoned by the parent that “leaves”, to name a few issues. 

Right then and there, the moment the rain starts and Patts speaks, Tai develops his coping mechanism. There’s been a lot of focus on Tai’s conflict avoidance, but to me, it’s more than that. Tai isn’t just avoiding conflict. He’s avoiding any and everything that could potentially hurt him. I like to picture him as a turtle, pulled up into his shell where nothing can get through. His relationship with his parents is rough (though it’s better with his dad than his mom because literally up to today’s episode, it’s clear he was still blaming her for the divorce and for remarrying. I wish we’d get more on why he blames her for the divorce so much). 

Tai’s relationship with his brothers (other than Tien) is... distant (for lack of a better word). Aside from the birthday flashback, we have not seen the four of them together in a scene until today’s episode. The one scene we did get of Tai and his older brother was brief and while his brother did give Patts a shovel talk, Tai and his brother didn’t come over all that close. I believe the reasons Tien is so close to Tai is actually more about Tien and less about Tai (but that’s a separate post) and is probably also because Tai and Tien went to live with their dad while the other two brothers stayed with their mom. 

Now picture this: you are Tai, poking out of your turtle shell for the first time in two years and letting yourself fall in love with your soulmate. Of course you want to do what ever you can to avoid anything bad happening to the relationship (running off instead of confronting Patts and Nara, lying to Patts about his “date” with Lomfon, refusing to answer Patts when they argued). In Tai’s mind, he’s saving himself from potential heartache. 

When Patts confronts Tai in the rain and later at the apartment, asking if Tai loves him, etc (which he is justified in asking), it’s literally the worst thing he could do. Patts shouldn’t have to ask; he should know. In Tai’s mind, he’s explained about his parents’ divorce and how much that affected him and Patts knows how upset he was because Patts is aka “the kind one”. Tai, not understanding why Patts doesn’t just know how Tai feels about him (those pesky beliefs about soulmates are ingrained even with a broken connection) is too much. Patts pushes too hard (probably because he was drunk) and in that moment, Tai’s worst most absolute fear comes true. 

He tells Patts they should break up and Patts agrees. The moment what he’s done hits him is staggering; his expression is one of terror. To Tai, in that moment, he has become his mother. Patts is his father, walking out with the suitcase and leaving Tai behind. What’s left then for Tai to do, but pull himself back into his shell? He can’t talk to Patts, he tried to stop Patts the moment the words “lets break up” left his mouth but it was too late. In Tai’s mind, Patts has to be the one to come to him because Tai tried to stop him from leaving, but Patts left anyway. He feels like Patts is done with him, so Tai going to Patts would just be opening himself up to more heartache. His self preservation instincts won’t let him. 

TL;DR: Tai’s (in)actions are a trauma response because he is a middle child of divorced soulmate parents. 

#I feel like I just wrote a freaking thesis #it started raining while I was writing and that felt appropriate #Tai is me and I am Tai #la pluie #la pluie meta #thai bl #I HAVE NO IDEA IF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE I WAS HAVING FEELS AND I TRIED TO PUT THEM INTO WORDS #please be kind #I have written fic shorter than this omg #*pulls myself into my turtle shell and hides* #this was actually cathartic to write #Tai is not blameless but I get him so much

[thirteensfavoritetoy]

What Flavor Ice Cream?--The Prequel

Hey all...so, one thing that kinda bugged me about TPOTD...apart from a certain something we didn't get, obviously...was that bit where 13 asks Yaz "What flavor ice cream?" and then Yaz tearfully laughs at it. To me it felt like they were making a reference to something, an in-joke of sorts, but we were never let in on what they were referring to, if that makes sense. Anyway, this is my attempt to rectify that.

This is a gift for @goddessyonakuromatoki for @thasminsecretsanta TSS2023. I'll be posting this to AO3 as well shortly. Hope you enjoy it.

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A small swirl of dust rising from the ground marked the arrival of the TARDIS as it came to a gentle landing just outside a huge three-story building on a small planet.

"Here we are then, Bovis Major," the Doctor said as she and Yasmin Khan exited the craft. The Doctor then pointed upwards at a sign on the building's facade.

"Well Yaz, whaddya think?"

Yasmin Khan looked up at the rather 1980s-retro style pink neon sign about two feet above the doorway.

"Hrumphus Hereford's Ice Creamery and Confectionery, 1731,"

Yaz read out what was written on the sign.

"Yep. Best ice cream shop in this part of the galaxy!" the Doctor announced quite proudly.

Yaz looked around, noting that they were on the edge of a large "car park" of sorts, with assorted vehicles in various shapes and sizes parked throughout the lot. She also noticed that the building before them was the only one in sight.

"Hmm, kinda funny that it's got a street number. This place is bigger than a city block an' there's no other buildings around."

"Oh that's not a street number Yaz, that's how many ice cream flavors they've got."

Yaz had to take a moment to let that sink in.

"Hang on... they've got over seventeen hundred flavors?!"

"That's right. An' they add more all the time. Last time I was here it was just over sixteen hundred. C'mon!"

The Doctor held the door open as the two of them entered the lobby. As Yaz was taking in the surroundings, she was startled to see a huge, minotaur-like creature approaching them rapidly, and even more surprised when the creature bent down to give the Doctor a gentle hug.

"Doctor, so good to see you again!" the beast bellowed.

"Beeglo, how ya been mate?" the Doctor asked as she hugged her friend back.

"Oh, as well as ever, can't complain," Beeglo replied as he turned to look at Yaz.

"And who is this?" he asked.

"Oh... Beeglo, this is Yasmin Khan," the Doctor said as she looked back at Yaz...and for a fraction of second, she looked at her in a way that Yaz had only barely glimpsed once before, out of the corner of her eye...while they were underwater in 19th-century China...

And then the Doctor turned back to Beeglo.

"We're...um...friends. We've been traveling together for a while now."

"Ah, delighted, Miss Khan," he greeted her while extending a limb ending in what appeared to be a cross between a human hand and a cow's hoof.

"Oh, good to meet you too," Yaz said as she shook his "hand", all the while thinking that the Doctor might have been about to say something other than "friend".

"Shall we find you some seating?" Beeglo asked.

"Lead on," the Doctor replied as she gestured for him to lead the way.

As they made their way through the restaurant, they passed assorted beings of all shapes and sizes, many of which Yaz had never seen before. Three creatures resembling Komodo dragons wearing leotards, all eating from what looked like a gigantic banana split in the center of their table. A pair of spectral, wraith-like entities canoodling over two glowing purple "milkshakes". A family of five giant housecats (two adults and their three kids, Yaz guessed) lapping up their treats from huge bowls and making quite the mess. And an older man in a dirty lab coat with two teenaged children, all of whom were waving towards them from across the expansive room.

"Heya Doctor!" the man called out.

"Hey Rick, hey guys!" the Doctor waved back at them. "That's Rick and his grandkids, they're regulars here," the Doctor said in reply to Yaz's quizzical look.

Moments later they arrived at a booth where two electronic menus were already waiting for them on the table.

"Alright you two, here we are," Beeglo said as he motioned for them to take a seat."Oh, Doctor, will you be having your special today?"

"Hmm...nah," she said while removing her coat and laying it on the seat. "Feel like somethin' else today. Expand the ol' horizons a bit."

"Very well then, your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy!"

"Thanks Beeglo," the Doctor said as he made his way back towards the lobby.

"You have your own special?" Yaz asked a moment later as she likewise shed her jacket.

"Yeah, it's on the menu too. Here-"

The Doctor reached over and pressed a button on Yaz's menu to activate it.

"Now just say "Doctor's Special" into that lil' speaker there at the top."

Yaz did so, and the result quickly displayed in front of her.

Moments later she looked back at the Doctor, disbelief apparent on her face.

"Wait...ya came up with...this?"

"Yeah, used to love it a coupla regenerations ago, ordered it a lot, so they added it to the menu. Turns out a lotta other folks like it too. Still like it, but y'know, different mouth an' all now."

Yaz read her menu again.

"I mean, the frozen custard I can understand, an' the jelly babies too, yeah, but...a side of fish fingers with it?"

"Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it, right?" the Doctor replied.

"Hmm, maybe another time, thanks."

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Ten minutes and two visits from the server later, and Yaz was still scrolling the menu, looking everything over, unable to decide on what to get.

"Well, how 'bout ya just get your favorite flavor?" the Doctor offered.

"That's just the thing though. I don't have one," Yaz replied.

The Doctor looked at her, incredulous.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Don't have one. Just depends on my mood, where I am, who I'm with, all that. I was at a kid's party once where ya could make your own sundaes an' they had like six or seven different flavors of ice cream an' all sorts of toppings, but none of 'em appealed to me so I just didn't have any."

The Doctor pondered this for a moment, then her face lit up with an idea.

"Yaz, d'ya trust me to order for both of us?"

Yaz smiled at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Whaddya have in mind, Doctor?"

The Doctor smiled back.

"You'll see."

"Okay then."

The Doctor waved to get their server's attention, and a few seconds later he was at their table.

"Are you ready to order then?"

"Yeah, we'll have the Super Sampler for Two," the Doctor announced.

"Very good, we'll have that out for you shortly," the server said as he collected their menus.

"Thanks," the Doctor said to the departing server, and then began telling Yaz some of the history of the establishment.

"Yeah, Beeglo, this is his herd's place. That name above the door, Hrumphus Hereford? That was Beeglo's great- great-great-grandbull. He's the one who started this all up."

Yaz stared at her for a few moments, then:

"Um, sorreh, what?"

The Doctor took a breath, then began again:

"Okay... remember when I told ya an' Ryan an' Graham 'bout the Wooly Rebellion?"

"Yeah, a bit."

"Right, so, in the aftermath of all that there were all these laws an' sanctions  passed by the humans on Earth with the idea of preventin' anything like that ever happenin' again, an' a lot of other species, mostly the domestic sort, lost a lot of their rights an' were treated really badly, an' cattle got some of the worst of it."

"Okay, so...there were actual...like, battles an' fights between people an' animals?"

"Oh yeah. Total bloodbath, just like I said. Think Orwell's Animal Farm but way more violent. Anyway, there were some herds that became militarized an' tried to take on human armies, but there were also a lot of herds that chose to just leave Earth an' get away from all the violence, maybe get a fresh start somewhere else in the galaxy. Hrumphus Hereford was one of those. Brought his herd here to Bovis Major since there were already a small colony with some farms an' such here. Bein' cattle of course they knew all about dairy production, an' in time he an' his herd got this place goin'. Been doin' really well ever since then."

"Okay. So, Beeglo an' his fam- uh, herd, they make the milk an' cream an' all?" Yaz asked.

"Well, of course! Gotta have cream to make ice cream Yaz! Matter of fact, some of 'em can produce lactose-free milk for folks who're lactose intolerant."

"But what about, um, the males? Y'know like on Earth, for beef, hamburger, that sort of thing?"

The Doctor leaned over the table towards Yaz, speaking in a voice just above a whisper.

"Yaz, meat is murder, 'specially 'round here."

"Oh, right. Sorreh."

The Doctor leaned back in her seat again.

"Anyway though, it's not just the females here that produce milk, a lotta the males do too. It's a very egalitarian society here as far as that goes. 'Course not everyone here is involved with all that. Some are involved in methane production an' refinement."

Just as Yaz was catching on as to where the methane came from, her eyes were distracted by their server, who was pushing a large, multi-tiered cart towards their table.

"Doctor, what is...that?"

The Doctor smiled as she saw the cart approaching.

"That, Yasmin Khan, is the Super Sampler for Two."

The cart (which also had a built-in refrigeration system) consisted of four shelves which could be slid in and out, similar to a chest of drawers. Each shelf contained twenty-five miniature cups of ice cream in various flavors, for a total of one hundred. Each cup contained about a small scoop of ice cream, with the name of each flavor printed on the outside of each cup.

Their server handed each of them a spoon and declared "Alright ladies, enjoy! Let me know if you need anything else," before departing again.

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For the better part of the next two hours, the Doctor and Yaz made their way through the multiple samples of creamy deliciousness, commenting on what they liked or didn't like about each one while reminiscing about some of their adventures together. By the end of it, they were completely stuffed.

"How ya doin' there Yaz?" the Doctor asked as she tried to will away another brain freeze.

Yaz groaned slightly.

"Y'know, I didn't think it were possible to have both a sugar rush and a food coma at the same time."

The Doctor snort-laughed at this, and Yaz smiled back at her.

"So...think ya got a favorite flavor now?"

Yaz thought for a moment, then...

"Hmm, nah."

Once again, the Doctor was incredulous.

"Oh c'mon, again seriously?!"

"Well, yeah. I mean, a lotta these were good, some were amazin'...an' a few, like that one there-"

she pointed to a cup marked "Damarian Swampfruit"-

"yeah, that were completely disgustin'."

"Really? I kinda liked it."

Yaz rolled her eyes before continuing.

"But nah, still don't have a favorite. Still depends on the settin' an' who's around an' all. Sorreh."

The Doctor threw up her hands in mock disgust.

"Oh great, Operation Find Yaz's Favorite Ice Cream is a total failure."

Now it was Yaz's turn to snort-laugh, and within moments the Doctor was laughing along with her.

After a few moments the laughter died down, and Yaz became quiet.

She had a question she'd been wanting to ask for a while, and now, she felt, was the best time.

"Doctor...when ya were introducin' me to Beeglo, ya hesitated before ya said we were friends. What were ya gonna say, really? Was it... somethin' else?"

The Doctor leaned forward on the table, clasping her hands together. She needed a little time to consider her words before answering the question.

Then:

"Yaz...I...I don't really know how to...define you. I guess that's the best way to put it."

She paused for a few more moments, then continued:

"I don't know how to define you an' me. 'Course we're friends an' we do travel together, but...well..."

"Yeah," Yaz said in a whisper as she looked downwards, not wanting to meet her gaze at the moment.

The uncomfortable quiet stretched on a bit longer until the Doctor felt the need to speak further.

"Look, I stand by the decision I made on that beach in China. One day one of us is gonna lose the other, an' it'll hurt, an' I don't wanna make it worse. But...but it doesn't mean I don't want..."

Her voice quavered slightly as her words trailed off. She desperately wanted, needed Yaz to look at her.

She reached across the table and placed her hand on Yaz's, causing her to look up again. The younger woman could see the sincerity on the Doctor's face.

"Yaz...you..."

The Doctor felt a lump growing in her throat as she looked into the eyes of this human who had worked her way so deeply into her hearts.

"You're my person."

The look Yaz gave her showed that she didn't quite understand what that meant.

"My person. That's maybe the best way I can define ya."

Yaz placed her other hand on top of the Doctor's.

"Not always, but...quite often, in each life I have...there's someone who's like, my partner in crime, y'know?"

The Doctor chuckled lightly at this thought, her eyes now drifting down to their joined hands.

"Yeah, someone who gets what I'm thinkin', an' we can argue sometimes but in the end we're OK, that sort of thing. That one person who just...makes it all worthwhile."

She felt the lump in her throat again.

"Yaz...for me, in this life... you're that person. An'...I know I can't have forever with ya, so... I'm just happy I get to have now with ya."

Yaz felt her eyes growing moist as she brought the Doctor's hand up to her lips and kissed it gently, never taking her eyes off of her.

The pair sat this way for a moment longer until the Doctor pulled her hand away.

"So...ready to go?"

Yaz, unsurprised at the Timelord wanting to avoid further emotion, was about to say that she was until her eyes noticed something on the cart.

"Oi, we missed one of the samples."

"Where?"

Yaz pointed.

"Bottom shelf. On the left, near the back."

The Doctor reached down and brought it up, reading the name on the cup.

"So what flavor is it?" Yaz asked.

"Vanilla."

Yaz looked surprised.

"That's it, just vanilla? Not somethin' like, I dunno, Martian Hyper Vanilla?"

The Doctor laughed.

"Nope, just plain ol' vanilla."

Yaz shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, nothin' wrong with a classic. Let's finish this off then."

The Doctor put the cup in the center of the table and both women dipped their spoons in, filling them with the ice cream. They raised their spoons to each other in a "cheers" gesture, and were about to enjoy the last of their creamy feast, when they stopped.

They looked at each other.

They were both thinking the same thing.

Wordlessly...and rather awkwardly...they reached across the table and spoon-fed the ice cream to one another, each slowly savoring the final delicious mouthful, smiling broadly at each other the entire time.

"This is it," Yaz declared moments after swallowing.

"This is what?"

"Me favorite flavor."

The Doctor was puzzled by this.

"Just, plain vanilla? I mean, it's good an' all but I don't think there's anythin' much special about it."

Yaz smiled and shook her head.

"Remember what I told ya? It all depends on where I am, who I'm with?"

She set her spoon down.

"Doctor..."

She paused for several seconds as the enormity of what she was about to say came over her.

"Doctor...someday...maybe one day I'll get to be an old lady, an' who knows, maybe I'll have kids an' grandkids by then, or not...whatever."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"But I'll be somewhere with people who matter to me, birthday party or somethin' like that, havin' ice cream, an' there'll probably be vanilla 'cuz there's always vanilla...an' as soon as I have that first taste it'll remind me of what we're doin' now, you an' me sittin' here havin' ice cream. I'll remember how right before we finished this...this..."

She motioned toward the now-empty cart.

"...this totally amazin', over-the-top ice cream sampler thing..."

She looked away for a moment as she wiped away a tear.

"...that the best person I ever met told me that I was her person, that I made it worthwhile."

Looking across the table again, she quirked the corners of her mouth into a slight smile as she leaned forward and wiped a tiny bit of ice cream off the Doctor's upper lip.

"An' that's what makes this me favorite ice cream ever."

She licked the remnant from her finger.

The Doctor stared wide-eyed at Yaz, feeling her hearts pounding in her chest.

"Ya...Ya got some on ya too," she said as she noticed a tiny speck on the corner of Yaz's mouth.

Yaz's hand began moving towards her mouth to wipe it off but the Doctor reached out, stopping her hand.

"No, allow me..."

The Doctor leaned over the table and kissed away the last of the ice cream.

Sitting back down, she saw the stunned look on the other woman's face.

"Y'know...I think this is me favorite too."

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[mdhwrites]

Can you elaborate on your comment on Discord that "[TOH characters in general] get a lot of backstory but little connects with their present character"?

*looks at every Hunter fan out there* How do we feel about the fact that this kid was literally raised to kill wild witches and be the Golden Guard but the only fighters in the main cast who are worse than him are the literal child and the illusionist?

Hunter is easily the most obviously egregious one but also the one that actually has a potential magical slide. After all, we don't actually know if Hunter has been alive for sixteen years. He potentially could have been alive for probably only five, thus making it so he has time to be trained and indoctrinated but was also 'old' enough to be easier to handle, left alone, etc. like that. Of course... That doesn't really fix the larger problem with Hunter's backstory versus his present day character, is it?

See, this is how I would breakdown what the theoretical present day concept for each character is that Luz meets versus the backstory version: Eda: Irreverent criminal who is only out for herself and probably would just be committing larger scale crimes for funsies if not for the curse. Backstory: Lovable scamp with a heart of gold who only ever does jokes, nothing actually bad and look at this child she adopted and totally won't threaten with rent later on.

Amity: A driven, goal obsesses girl who will do anything to be the best. Even simply losing the title and not being made to look like a fool is enough to warrant someone needing to die and she bullies the weak for fun and superiority. Backstory: Felt bad for hurting her teammates for personal glory and victory (those same teammates she will tell to eat a dick in that same episode), only bullied Willow for her own sake, frankly would rather just be a little goofball than actually succeed at anything.

Lilith... Okay, frankly it's more that S2 Lilith makes absolutely no sense with S1 Lilith. If they hadn't entirely warped her character, her backstory is actually pitch perfect for her grown up self, even down to being a little silly and caring about her sister. A LITTLE silly mind you.

Golden Guard: Actually fits the backstory as the rage and confidence of youth mixed with too much power and indoctrination make for an incredibly dangerous, close to unhinged Kylo Ren clone who will go from joking to I WILL MURDER YOU! if you don't take him seriously or annoy him.

Hunter: I'm just a widdle silly guy who can't even gut check a girl and force her to give me my staff. I am all for wild magic because maybe it can save my uncle, despite my uncle's problems being caused by wild magic. I will literally never win a fight alone except against Kikimora, the closest to a true, reoccurring gag villain that the series has.

Now yes: A character can grow and change as they get older. It can be a fun joke to have a prim and proper character have been a nightmare as a toddler. But this isn't how TOH portrays these backstory moments commonly. Much of the time, the backstory is meant to effectively be in the place of real moments in a character arc.

Take Amity's moment with Willow. In a normal character arc, this is the chance for the character to prove that they have a good heart and are maybe not as mean as they seem. However, Amity already has done that at least once with confessing to not wanting to see Luz hurt in Adventure in the Elements, if her diary didn't already do this in combination with not holding onto her rage against Luz there in Lost in Language. So they HAVE to put it as a backstory moment or it wouldn't be notable. Except... It would have? Hell, they even try to frame it as a kindness to Willow at the beginning which is a good idea because Amity's first appearance was being cruel to Willow but now that she's changed some but hasn't interacted with Willow since episode 6, she needs to show some kindness to her. But it's ALL kindness because they've already fully transitioned into good girl Amity so rather than feeling like a growth moment, it's to justify what they're doing. To say "Of course her development isn't this rushed because it's not development! It's just the old Amity coming back out."

The moment with the Thorn Vault is similar. A character like Amity SHOULD have a moment where she decides success isn't everything and steps back so as to allow someone else to take the spotlight if it means doing less harm. It's a good idea for a moment in her arc. But again: Amity has already moved past that part of her arc. She hasn't been focused on success or being the best since her SECOND APPEARANCE. And this is her last one in S1 so it goes into the backstory to show that she does understand the consequences of her actions rather than having it be a part of her arc.

Frankly, this stuff is just a part of a different blog I need to make about how Amity episodes are strangely NOT about Amity. She actually doesn't factor into them much so her arc feels bad because even episodes like Lost in Language or Adventure in the Elements only have five minutes of Amity at most.

Meanwhile for someone like Eda or Hunter, it's retcons. Eda needs to be convincingly like Momma Eda so making her actually motherly with King when they first met is a good idea... But it contrasts all they did in S1. Hunter is meant to show the cruelty of Belos but they want him to already be the sad but mad boy by the halfway point of the season (which btw, halfway through S1, Amity was already borrowing an Azura book from Luz showing compromise, kindness and connection, much like Hunter connecting with Amity's fears, almost giving into her speech about kindness and adopting Flapjack. There's a reason I say the shortening did fuck all to these character arcs because they follow the same god damned patterns) so that stuff needs to be in the backstory, like his scout training.

And to me, that is the antithesis of a backstory. Unless the point is that they're different from who they used to be, which it's often not for TOH, it should reinforce what we know about them. How did they get to the point they're at. It's actually one of the only strengths narratively of Them's the Breaks because the final challenge by Terra is a good moment to make Eda start rethinking her long term goals and if she likes the coven system at all.

It would just work way better if her present day character was anti-coven because it pits people against each other and tears the Isles apart instead of just "It makes you way less cooler than me because I can do ALL styles of magic." As such... It's them acknowledging what a good motivation in the setting and plot would have been but recognizing it too late so they have to add it as a retcon.

And you can only get away with that trick so many times before it feels like your story is a house of cards trying to pretend it's made out of stone.

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[blubushie]

hiii u know who this is ;3 i have abad questions!!!

do u feel older or younger than u are?

whats ur favorite thing about urself?

if u could tell ur younger self anything what would it be?

would u rather float alone in space or float alone at sea?

what if aliens invaded the planet and they were hot

what bug have u eaten the most of (by accident?)

whats ur most justified paranoia?

if u had a year to live what would u do with it?

whats something u hate?

what keeps u up at night? (besides the obvious)

what do u do early in the morning when u should be sleeping?

whats the worst pain uve ever felt?

how high is ur pain tolerance?

whats the worst movie uve ever seen?

whats ur favorite piece of clothing?

whats an unpopular opinion u have?

whats ur earliest memory?

do u sing when ur alone?

we know uve taken them, but have u ever saved someones life?

what tattoos do u have?

Heh I do know who this is!! I've missed your lists :]

Do you feel older or younger than you are?

Probably younger. I'm 23 but more immature than my father and siblings were at my age. But I prefer calling it a "zest for life." ;]

2. What's your favourite thing about yourself?

Steady hands.

3. If you could tell your younger self anything, what would it be?

Not everyone is trustworthy. Trust your gut.

4. Would you rather float alone in space or alone at sea?

Alone at sea. Waves are calming and help me sleep. Some of the best sleep I've ever had has been at sea.

5. What if aliens invaded the planet (and they were hot)?

I'd clap some alien cheeks, obviously.

6. What bug have you eaten the most of (by accident)?

Flies.

7. What's your most justified paranoia?

Everyone's out to kill, hurt me, or take advantage of me.

8. If you had a year to live, what would you do with it?

Return to Australia and immediately go bush so the government can't find me. Let me die out there where I belong.

9. What's something you hate?

Dumb teenagers who speed and/or tailgate. Also people who overtake and don't use their fucking indicators. But especially teenagers who speed and those that think speeding is cool/skite about speeding. Yeah, yeah, it's fun to go fast, do it when there aren't other fucking cars on the road so if you crash at least you only kill yourself instead of both of us. I've got places to be and I'd like to get there with my anatomy intact, cheers.

10. What keeps you up at night?

Memories of that time I was kidnapped and interrogated heavily for sixteen hours.

Also groceries. "You gotta to the shops tomorrow and get milk, and stop at the servo and get petrol, and-"

11. What do you do early in the morning when you should be sleeping?

Sleeping. I actually have a pretty healthy sleep schedule. I'm 23, my arse cannot pull all-nighters like it used to.

But if I'm not sleeping, I'm writing. Or lying in bed and trying to sleep.

12. What's the worst pain you've ever felt?

Toss-up between scarification for indigenous initiation ceremony and being partially disembowelled by an angry pig. The scarification was slower so the pain lasted longer and was worse mentally because I knew it was coming the whole time so had more than enough time to scare the shit out of myself, but I'd argue the Pig Incident was actually worse on the overall level of pain. Feeling something sharp moving inside your body is a special kind of weird.

13. How high is your pain tolerance?

Tolerance? High. I feel pain easy but I'm good at fighting through it and not letting it get the better of me.

14. What's the worst movie you've ever seen?

Pan Man. It's fucking hilarious. Terrible plot-wise and budget wise, but perfect in its hilarity and execution. It's my favourite "so bad it's good" movie.

15. What's your favourite piece of clothing?

Necklace.

16. What's an unpopular opinion you have?

Beer tastes better as tinnies over bottled. So does fizz. I don't know why but the carbonation holds better and it tastes more... crisp? It's just better.

17. What's your earliest memory?

Lying in a hospital bed when I was three, staring up at the lights in the room, because a plastic surgeon just sutured my left eyebrow back together after I fell face-first into the coffee table and busted it open. My mum was at work and my dad was supposed to be watching me, but he was on the phone and I was jumping about on the couch. She still hasn't forgiven him. The scar's not even noticeable unless you're close enough to see the lines of the stroma of my irises. So unfortunately I don't have a "cool" eye scar like the blokes do in the movies.

18. Do you sing when you're alone?

If I know the song and it's in my range and I'm in a good enough mood, yes.

19. Have you ever saved someone's life?

Yes.

20. What tattoos do you have?

I have a dingo tattooed on the inside of my left wrist. Sometime soon, maybe around the start of next month, I'm looking to get Kaz tattooed on my outer forearm from elbow to wrist.

#blu whos #abad

[tsarinatorment]

Bonjour ;) so you mentioned in your analysis of Nico & Apollo’s relationship that there’s reason to believe Apollo and Artemis knew about Nico and Bianca being Hades’ children right from the start and… I was wondering if you’d be willing to elaborate 👀

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to elaborate" says the person who listens to me talk their ear off about this and various other theories in the toa discord all the time ahaha. Of course I'm willing to elaborate, I just gotta get my thoughts into some sort of conceivable order here because there is. A Lot. This is, as always with my theory essays, quite long.

So, I'm just gonna broadly title this the Twin Archers and the di Angelos, because that's as narrowed down as this is gonna get, and we will be having some side appearances from Thalia as well because she's not unrelated to this whole thing, either.

So, what is my theory? In a nutshell, it is that Apollo and Artemis know who Bianca and Nico's father is right from the start, but there's a lot of nuance to this. There's a few places I could start this, but I'll begin with the emergence of the di Angelos from the Lotus Casino (we'll go back in time a little later, because the 1930s will be relevant!).

But first, before we even get as far as the di Angelos on the scene at all, I want to talk about the Great Prophecy and Big Three Kids - specifically Big Three Daughters. I did briefly go over this in the Nico&Apollo post I made a while back, but this time I'll go more in depth. The great prophecy explicitly states a half-blood of the eldest gods, shall reach sixteen against all odds. Now, while this could literally mean about half the pantheon (Aphrodite is stated in HOO to be older than the Big Three, Hestia, Demeter and Hera are also the same generation as their brothers - and Demeter has demigod children), for presumably reasons only Apollo has any hope of understanding, this is known to be specifically referencing a Big Three Kid. This means Big Three Kids basically have a lovely prophecy about death hanging over their heads, and we know Apollo and Artemis don't like demigods dying (their domains are literally about protecting children, it goes against who they are to let kids die no matter what lies Apollo tried to get us to believe at the start of TOA).

Obviously, the Oath is in place to stop this happening, but firstly I don't think anyone believed the rather promiscuous Zeus or Poseidon was ever going to be able to keep that for eternity, even if Hades might, and secondly, it's a Great Prophecy. At some point, it's coming true, whether they like it or not, which means at some point there will be some more Big Three Kids around.

Quite frankly, the sons of the Big Three are straight out of luck. They're either going to die young, or they're going to turn sixteen and, according to the prophecy, die then. There's very little that Apollo or Artemis can do to help the sons (although Apollo clearly tries - see fsinger's own essay on how Apollo is responsible for demigod dreams, especially Percy's). Artemis even says this:

"Bianca, this is crazy," I said. "What about your brother? Nico can't be a Hunter." "Certainly not," Artemis agreed. "He will go to camp. Unfortunately, that's the best boys can do."

It's phrased as being derogatory (not helped by Percy taking it that way), but taking away the anti-boy bias and reading it as a statement of fact - the safest place for boys is Camp Half-Blood, while girls have the option of functional immortality, if they want to take it.

The daughters, however... that's another kettle of fish entirely. Daughters have an opt-out clause, and it's called joining the Hunters of Artemis. As we see with Thalia, this stops their aging process for the purposes of the prophecy, neatly keeping them alive and also skipping the prophecy.

Looking at it this way, suddenly the Hunt's attempts to recruit Thalia back before she reached CHB, despite her having the sorts of attachments that frankly make her unsuitable to be a Hunter (her close relationship with Luke) and would normally mean she was never on their radar, makes sense - if Thalia joins the Hunt, she escapes the prophecy (which she eventually does).

"The Hunters tried to recruit you," I guessed. Her eyes got dangerously bright. I thought she was going to zap me out of the Mercedes, but she just sighed. I almost joined them," she admitted. "Luke, Annabeth, and I ran into them once, and Zoe tried to convince me. She almost did, but…" "But?" Thalia's fingers gripped the wheel. "I would've had to leave Luke."

Note that Artemis specifically says about her Hunters being before they 'go astray' aka get boy-obsessed.

"I could appear as a grown woman, or a blazing fire, or anything else I want, but this is what I prefer. This is the average age of my Hunters, and all young maidens for whom I am patron, before they go astray." "Go astray?" I asked. "Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, insecure. Forget themselves."

This being Artemis' reasoning behind her recruitment drive of Thalia also explains why she's so happy to accept Thalia into the Hunt at the end of TTC, despite Thalia's reasoning being very clearly the selfish need to escape the prophecy. Yes, there's the Luke backdrop to it, too, but Thalia is not subtle about her reasoning, and this is the sort of self-centredness that ordinarily would not fly with Artemis, because Thalia is using the Hunt for her own gain.

"Father," she said. "I will not turn sixteen tomorrow. I will never turn sixteen. I won't let this prophecy be mine. I stand with my sister Artemis. Kronos will never tempt me again."

She explicitly says she refuses to be the child of prophecy and wants to stop aging, and yet Artemis still welcomes her in with open arms.

So, with one Big Three Daughter out of the way, let's talk about the other one. Bianca di Angelo, who is on Artemis' radar for at least a while before she introduces herself.

How do we know this? Firstly, the Hunters have been hanging around the general vicinity for a while - they make gentle advances towards Annabeth (I say gentle because Annabeth only had a pamphlet and clearly hadn't either been snapped up instantly or pressured so much she was turned off the idea like Thalia was) - and they are very quick to show up once Dr Thorn makes his move. Fast enough, actually, that there's some confusion from the characters about how they happened to be there in time (Grover ends up suggesting it was because they were trailing Annabeth, but that doesn't feel like a solid reason for them to be in the area when Annabeth clearly isn't a priority of theirs).

Secondly, there's this little exchange between Artemis and Nico:

Artemis considered the boy. "Perhaps you can show Grover how to play that card game you enjoy. I'm sure Grover would be happy to entertain you for a while… as a favor to me?"

If she's literally just met Nico, how does she know it's a card game? Yes, he's been gushing at her about it, but he never mentions cards (in fact, from the way he describes it with movement and stuff, it sounds more like a board game than anything else), yet Artemis knows exactly what it is. Mythomagic doesn't seem like the sort of thing that'd really be on her radar, though.

Other, less explicit hints include the implication that they haven't been attacked all year, but were attacked on the streets before that, "last summer".

Bianca di Angelo shivered. "That explains… Nico, you remember last summer, those guys who tried to attack us in the alley in DC?" "And that bus driver," Nico said. "The one with the ram's horns. I told you that was real."

Even Dr Thorn couldn't pick them out until the other demigods appeared and started showing interest in them, despite being powerful (and them also having a powerful scent), but before they were in the school, things were hunting them down pretty easily (although failing to do any actual damage, it seems). There's an implication there that they were being somehow shielded while at the school, and while Hades would be the obvious answer... if that was the case, why wasn't he shielding them on the streets?

(Remember that Artemis is the protector of young maidens and Apollo is the protector of the young.)

Even the fact that Artemis instructs the Hunters to get Nico's stuff as well as Bianca's, despite the Hunters under Zoe being very anti-boy and wanting nothing to do with any of them, implies that she, at least, is remembering Nico's existence.

Then we have the recruitment drive from Artemis and Zoe, which is really very heavy-handed. Artemis intentionally and immediately separates Bianca from the others before they can start extolling Camp Half-Blood to her and manipulates a confused and upset Bianca into joining the Hunt. It's harsh, not at all fair on any of the characters (Bianca was in no mental position to make that sort of decision, Nico didn't deserve to have his sister torn away from him like that), but the one thing it does for certain is takes Bianca out of the running for the Great Prophecy before any of the rest of the characters realised she was in the running for it at all.

So, that's Artemis' actions making a lot more sense all of a sudden. Now for Apollo.

I went into Apollo's interactions with Nico in great depth in a previous essay so I won't rehash that here. The only part of that that's directly relevant is Apollo's refusal to let Nico drive the chariot, despite Nico being very eager to do so, and yes, the fact that he is a ten year old child is a factor in that, but also Zeus would be super-mad if a son of Hades started controlling the sun chariot (even though the sun chariot is technically Apollo's domain and not Zeus', although we know Zeus doesn't care about that - look at the way he's muscled Apollo completely out of any jurisdiction over CHB, despite Apollo being its patron god, something else I will gladly talk about at some point if there's interest!).

But. Let's look at the whole sun chariot thing, shall we, because Apollo's sheer insistence that Thalia drive also makes a lot more sense under this theory. Yes, on the surface it looks like Apollo being obnoxious and not taking no for an answer the way gods tend to do, but when we look a little deeper (especially with TOA under our belts, where we have a much better understanding of how Apollo works), there's a couple of things that stand out.

Firstly, there are four Big Three Kids in that sun chariot. Four of them, and Zeus wants all of them dead aside from his own daughter (and even Thalia is not safe from Zeus if he decides otherwise... see him throwing the lightning bolt at them later in TTC, presumably as a warning for her to not turn against him in Zeus' typical rule-through-fear method). Quite frankly, Apollo was no doubt absolutely terrified at that many Big Three Kids in the chariot - Zeus has proven in the past that he can and will blast it from the sky if he wants.

"Don't sweat it! Maine to Long Island is a really short trip, and don't worry about what happened to the last kid I trained. You're Zeus's daughter. He's not going to blast you out of the sky."

Apollo even makes a point of this, so we know it was on his mind.

Second, the implication here is that Apollo himself isn't certain the chariot won't be struck if he's the one driving, despite it being his own domain - and considering Zeus' paranoia surrounding Apollo and the fact he's clearly watching for Apollo to do something that makes him seem like he's rebelling (proven by how quickly he slams the blame for the events of HOO straight onto Apollo even though everything he punishes Apollo for, with the exception of talking to Octavian, wasn't Apollo's doing at all), Apollo probably isn't wrong about that. Gathering so many powerful kids into his chariot would have Zeus' paranoia sky-high, so to speak.

So, his solution? Put Thalia in the driving seat. Thalia is a daughter of Zeus, and Zeus always treats his daughters better (see Artemis and Athena vs Apollo), and it also forces Zeus to choose, because if he does blast the sun chariot while Thalia is driving, it clearly looks like it's Thalia he's punishing, not Apollo (or even the other Big Three Kids). It's a clever little bit of manipulation by Apollo, albeit with the downside of Thalia's height phobia (and did Apollo know about that? Honestly, he might have done, and while it does feel unusually cruel of rr!Apollo to do that, when his option is make Thalia face her fear or all the mortals (plus Artemis' Hunters) get killed by Zeus... it's very much the lesser evil).

The Twins' actions during the start of the book are heavily geared towards the protection of the di Angelos - Artemis takes Bianca into her Hunt, while Apollo personally escorts Nico straight to Camp, which is something it's implied very few demigods get (by which I mean any actual godly escort; this is the only known case where they're not just escorted by a satyr). Could this all have been Artemis' planning without Apollo involved? Theoretically I suppose that could be argued, but my personal view is no, no it could not. Firstly, the Twins seem to be in each other's radar a lot, to the point where Artemis striking out alone seems to necessitate her telling Apollo she's going alone:

Artemis grit her teeth. "I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood."

Yes, Apollo says just before this: "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!", and seems to roll with it just fine, but this is where some of the TOA characterisation comes into play. Apollo is a pathological liar when the situation calls for it, and as already stated, Zeus is paranoid and has his eye on Apollo - which Apollo knows. He can't admit out loud anywhere that he might actually be planning things with Artemis - also, note that he never says that he hasn't seen her recently. It's implied, but that's how Apollo constructs his best lies, by dancing around the truth (it's not like Artemis needs to call or write if she's seeing him regularly, anyway!). It's more likely that he's talking about the fact that he knows she's planning something but she hasn't shared what - that is what is likely actually worrying him, if the declaration of worry is genuine underneath the façade (add in Artemis' next words that she's going hunting alone and it makes it sound like her not working with Apollo is a rarity).

Secondly, we're never shown her actually calling Apollo; the whole encounter feels less spur-of-the-moment and more planned in advance. Yes, she claims she's summoning a ride from him, but all we're shown is her looking east expectantly, complaining about Apollo being lazy in winter, and knowing that dawn (and therefore her brother) is on the way. No, she hasn't told Apollo what she's up to next, which Apollo makes a point to complain about, but the "get the demigods to camp" part of this seems pre-arranged.

Once Nico is at CHB, he's as safe as he can be, and most importantly, he's on the radar of Chiron, Dionysus, and several demigods. Zeus might have been able to zap him if he was alone and unknown without being caught, but now he's been drawn fully into the demigod world, Nico has been protected from Zeus finishing what he started way back when. (This protection extends even after TTC, when Nico runs off, because Nico spends most of his time either in the Underworld or the Labyrinth, which are both areas outside of Zeus' direct influence, and also because he's getting on the radar of more and more gods. Zeus' window of opportunity to quietly finish off the di Angelos without inciting any major backlash has been slammed shut by the Twins' actions, leaving them in the same tentative security that Percy has.)

So, there's the why of this theory, based on canon. But what about the how?

There are two hows in question here. How #1 is how did Apollo and Artemis know they were Hades' children, and How #2 is how did they know before the rest of the gods (which they must have done in able to get them to safety before Zeus intervened).

I'll start with How #1: How did the Twins know they were Hades' kids?

There are a couple of answers to this question. The first, and most obvious one, is that they recognised them as such on sight. Nico is known to look similar to Hades, and while the likes of Percy can be forgiven for not putting two and two together because he's only met Hades the once, other characters, like the gods, would see the resemblance.

Alternatively, they remembered them from the 1930s/40s. The timeline is somewhat inconsistent on exactly when the di Angelos ended up in the Lotus Casino, and the only concrete information we have is that it was contemporary with WWII, but that's still less than a century and to gods, that's no time at all. Apollo himself tells us in TOA that he has perfect recall, which makes sense being the god of knowledge, so the Twins recognising these children as the same children of Hades who disappeared (at the same time the pythia of Delphi was cursed, no less) is more likely than not. In fact, I'd go as far as to argue that it would make no sense for them not to recognise them.

But, why would they know the di Angelo kids in the first place? It's not like the gods pay attention to demigods prior to their arrival at CHB (and even then, it's only barely), and them being known seems unlikely as a general rule, but there are some key points to recall. First is that they are Big Three Kids. They're more powerful than regular demigods (Grover helpfully tells us this when they're first introduced, even though they still didn't twig until the end of the book about their parentage), and more likely to be on the other gods' radar. Second is the time period - we know that WWII, in Riordanverse, was a war between Big Three Kids, so the gods would be actively looking out for other Big Three Kids, especially children of Hades, as his son (presumably Hitler and other high-ranking associates, although I don't recall him ever being explicitly named, just that a few of Hades' children were leaders of the bad guys) is the antagonist. From the way Hades talks in TLO, it seems like the di Angelo siblings are his only children younger than sixteen at the time:

"When you and your sister were young, it was a bad time to be children of Hades. World War II was brewing. A few of my, ah, other children were leading the losing side. I thought it best to put you two out of harm's way."

They were certainly on Zeus' radar (after all, Zeus is the one who tried to kill them, and did kill Maria), but there's also another god who had to know, and that's Apollo.

"I warned you," a new voice said. Hades turned. A girl in a multicolored dress stood by the smoldering remains of the sofa. She had short black hair and sad eyes. She was no more than twelve. I didn't know her, but she looked strangely familiar. "You dare come here?" Hades growled. "I should blast you to dust!" "You cannot," the girl said. "The power of Delphi protects me." With a chill, I realized I was looking at the Oracle of Delphi, back when she was alive and young. Somehow, seeing her like this was even spookier than seeing her as a mummy. "You've killed the woman I loved!" Hades roared. "Your prophecy brought us to this.'" He loomed over the girl, but she didn't flinch. "Zeus ordained the explosion to destroy the children," she said, "because you defied his will. I had nothing to do with it. And I did warn you to hide them sooner."

While Apollo himself is never mentioned by name in relation to this scene, the pythia of Delphi - his Oracle - makes an appearance, not for the first time, apparently. She went out off her way to warn Hades specifically about protecting Bianca and Nico earlier; there is no feasible way that she could have known about the di Angelos if Apollo didn't (in fact, it wouldn't be out of the question to consider that Apollo saw the danger to the di Angelos and sent her himself, after all we know Apollo doesn't like demigod deaths), which means that Apollo had to know of their existence.

And if Apollo knew, Artemis probably did, too.

So, that's how they knew who the di Angelos were. Now, onto How #2: how did they know before the rest of the gods (or at least, Zeus), when they emerged from the Lotus Casino?

There are two possibilities for this. One is that Apollo happened to see Alecto retrieving them from the sun chariot - in fact, I'd argue that this would have been the case regardless of whether or not option two is also true, because Apollo can see everything from there, and that would give him the exact timing.

Two is that Apollo foresaw their re-emergence. We don't know the exact limits of Apollo's foresight. He doesn't give us any straight answers on that during TOA at all; the closest we get is this, which is also so early on in the narration that the truthfulness of it is somewhat up in the air (I am inclined to believe him because of his knowledge and prophecy domains, but the potential for a lie or exaggeration is certainly there):

Had I been my usual omniscient self, I could have gleaned Meg’s destiny. I could have looked into her soul and seen all I needed to know about her godly parentage, her powers, her motives and secrets.

There's also a lot of hints towards this in TTC, around the sun chariot ride:

Apollo studied me, but he didn't say anything, which I found a little creepy. "Well!" he said at last.

and

He winked at me. "Watch out for those prophecies, Percy. I'll see you soon." "What do you mean?" Instead of answering, he hopped back in the bus. "Later, Thalia," he called. "And, uh, be good!" He gave her a wicked smile, as if he knew something she didn't.

as well as later on in the book:

Apollo chuckled. "Fast enough. Unfortunately, we're running out of time. It's almost sunset. But I imagine we'll get you across a good chunk of America, at least." "But where is Artemis?" His face darkened. "I know a lot, and I see a lot. But even I don't know that. She's… clouded from me. I don't like it."

The implications are there that Apollo really does see a lot, more than I think we could actually properly comprehend as mere mortals who only see the here and now (I know my mind breaks when I try and conceptualise how much Apollo might actually know but hasn't happened yet, or might happen, or might have happened but didn't because there's a degree of fluidity and change in the future because nothing is set in stone until it happens), which means it is well within all likelihood that he saw the di Angelos leaving the Lotus Casino with enough warning to come up with a plan to protect them once they did. Add in the fact that Nico, at least, is intrinsically tied to the Great Prophecy, and it would make a lot of sense for Apollo to see a major point in his life like this one.

And Nico is intrinsically tied. Right from the end of TTC, it's blatant. Percy claimed the prophecy for his own because he refused to pass it on to Nico, in a parallel to Thalia, who blatantly dodged it and tossed the baton straight at Percy.

"I don't need forever," I said. "Just two years. Until I'm sixteen." Annabeth paled. "But, Percy, this means the prophecy might not be about you. It might be about Nico. We have to—" "No," I said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me." "Why are you saying that?" she cried. "You want to be responsible for the whole world?" It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it. "I can't let Nico be in any more danger," I said. "I owe that much to his sister. I… let them both down. I'm not going to let that poor kid suffer any more."

Then, of course, we have the Curse of Achilles, which is what kept Percy alive long enough to make the choice - that was Nico's idea and Nico's doing - and Nico being the one to convince Hades to join the fight to save Olympus. Nico was not the prophecy child, although Annabeth (and Hades, in TLO) is right to say that he could have been, but he still made major decisions and influenced Percy dramatically, which had a direct knock-on effect to the resolution of the prophecy when it happened.

With this in mind, it seems that if there's any character that Apollo would have a front-row seat to the possible destiny (or destinies) of, it's Nico di Angelo.

So, there you have it. That's why I think the Twins knew about the di Angelos' parentage right from the start, and also the logistics behind them knowing in the first place. It puts their canon actions in a whole new, and frankly far more realistic, light when we look at it this way - or at least, I think so.

#fearlessinger #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #pjo apollo #pjo artemis #thalia grace #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #riordanverse #rrverse #tsari analyses things

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Everyone deserves a second chance, right?..even family?

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Summary; Your Bucky’s younger brother, you hadn’t many memories of how he was because he died a couple years ago. But then everything goes black after seeing the Winter Soldier in your home, and waking up in a very different place.

The reader is male but its mainly you/yours being used most of the time :)

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The year was 1961, a very interesting year for many you in particular, a tape you had decided to watch was of your older brother. You hadn’t much memories of him as he was alive sometime in the 40’s, you here at the age of sixteen was forced to sit in silence, the small building you were in was obviously small but good enough for one person. You had been raised from person to person, now unfortunately you were by yourself, all alone, honestly you wished you could be with your late brother, Howard Stark was still alive so why couldn’t your brother be? You silently cried to yourself, there was many people who trusted you for being related to Sargent Barnes, others who didn’t just because you were related to him. You had little money and that meant not much food, a job you had didn’t pay much but it kept a roof over your head. The tape you had been watching ended and you took out the tape, so now it was the start of your shift. You hadn’t realized the time and you were unfortunately late, again, when you finally got to work your boss had yelled at you at the fact you were late once again and if you were late again, you would be fired. Your day kept going downhill, left and right complains about how you were going too slow or the tea tasted bad. Now was just your luck, the table who was waiting to start ordering no other has Howard Stark and his wife. “Apologies for the wait, we are quite busy,” you said, tiredly. “What would you like to drink?.any ideas of what you want to eat?” you said, holding a small notebook getting ready to write the couple’s order down. The couple had ordered two top sirloin steaks with two cups of red wine, a couple minutes went by and so you came back with the couple’s food. “Um..Mr. Stark, apologies for possibly ruining the moment but back during the war, you knew my brother?..Bucky? or rather James Barnes. Uhm..sorry..thats..- actually nevermind..” you said looking go the side before Howard had replied with, “No, its fine, I’m very sorry for your lost. Perhaps visit sometime?” He gave you a business card, you nodded with a small ‘thank you.’ The rest of the night seemed to have gone off without a hitch, you might’ve only gotten a $5 tip but at least you may actually receive answers on your brother. Your shift was finally over and it was the dead of night, a cool breeze welcomed you as you got home, just to see the door was opened now is when you started to get scared because of the possibility of someone breaking in. You stepped inside, the atmosphere of your home was different than what it usually is, you saw some kind of figure sitting down in a chair near the kitchen table. “Hey..? Your not supposed to be here..” you said, slowly going towards the light then turning it on “Sir..?” you started walking slowly towards the man, grabbing a small kitchen knife. “Sir please, you need to leave,” the man did say something to you but you couldn’t understand it as he spoke in Russian. Then it hit you, the man looked like him, “Brother..? How? I..I thought you were dead,” you studded a bit. The man got up, walking towards you, “It’s me..! Your brother, [name] Barnes..!” fear seemed to overwhelm you, the last thing you saw was his metal arm going towards you before everything went black.

Location-???

You had woken up again but it wasn’t for long, you were strapped to a table, someone put a injection into your arm, which was promptly knocking you back out, Yet again you woke up just before you were put on ice, you made a struggle but it was put in vein as you were shoved into some kind of machine and froze.

Location-Wakanda

Your eyes widened as you woke up once again, you were alive? But you were also somewhere you didn’t recognize. You picked yourself up, it seemed you were in a lab, but it wasn’t like the one you had been in,if that was even a lab, your eyes met a young woman, she could be older than you, but even maybe around the same age. “Uhm..Excuse me..? Where- Where am I? Am I dead??” You panicked slightly, “You are not, but you’ve been asleep for almost 58 years.” The young woman said, “Tell me, do you remember your name?” She said, “It’s, It’s [name] barnes..? Yours?,” 

“Shuri. There’s someone who wants to see you, well? come on” Shuri said, you quickly nodded, following her.

Your breathing started up quickly when seeing your brother, you started to remember what you thought was him did to you. “Are..Are..” your words never came out, fear overfilling you again, “Hey, Hey, [name] calm down, its me Bucky” he softly put his hand on your shoulder. “I remember you being smaller” he remarked, “Its really you this time?.” You smiled a bit, slowly putting your arms around him, bits of fear still lurking, but in anyway you pulled him into a hug. “Brother..I thought I lost you..” you sobbed a bit. In all honesty your just happy you have a family again though now that your actually alive, perhaps there is such a thing as a second chance for family. But now there was so much you had to figure out now that it was no longer 1961. 

Bonus;

•You haven’t left your brother alone since you saw him again, but once you left Wakanda, to see Howard and you found out he died thats when you met Tony. :p 

•You ended up going to the school Peter goes to, which was different, very different.

•you either spend the majority of your time with Bucky or Steve.

Bucky because, he’s your brother you haven’t seen in years and want to see how he’s doing. But your mainly with Bucky, when your with Steve its honestly just because he was your brother’s best friend, but when Steve died, you were obviously detested so yea you mainly spend time with Bucky. Sometimes spending time with Peter 

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Not my gif!

i wanna know what else Bucky’s metal arm can do lmao

#bucky imagine #platonic #siblings #marvel #mcu #bucky x male reader #bucky barnes #black panther #Wakanda #winter soldier #White wolf #sibling reader #younger brother #platonic they r siblings

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Animaniacs Season 3 Predictions

So season 3's segment titles leaked. Based on info that we have about all three seasons, I have a some predictions about a few of them! I'll try not to make the predictions too basic like "Mad Mouse Furry Road will be a parody Mad Max Fury Road" or "Planet Warner will be a segment about the Warners", etc. I'll try to guess what exactly might happen in some of them-specific plot details.

Spoilers(?) ahead!

Santamaniacs : This is most likely a Christmas special (nice-I was hoping they'd do one) about the Warners. Based on the pun it seems like the Warners, for whatever reason, will help/take the place of Santa. At the very least Santa will probably appear. Perhaps the Warner's will act as Santa's elves, or maybe even "reindeer", maybe leading to a joke about them being part reindeer or something, like Wakko's "5% salamander" line.

How The Brain Thieved Christmas Two-Parter : In some recent interviews (or a podcast or panel) Rob and Maurice have mentioned an episode where Pinky apparently gets really mad at Brain. Given this segment is a two-parter (not to mention possibly the first PatB two-parter in the reboot-unless "Groundmouse Day" is), something significant must happen to justify that, so perhaps these are the segments in which that happens! It does seem to be a Grinch parody after all. (also OMG another Pinky and the Brain Christmas special, how exciting!)

Teeniacs : Teen/older Warners?! I'm not sure how they'd suddenly age, but I'm eager to see official designs of the Warners as older teenagers.

Soda-Pressed : There's a gag in season 1 where Dot straight up spoils some of season 2, like "My Sweet and Sour Sixteen" and "Wakkiver's Twist", but she also mentions an episode where the Warners "drink too much coffee". That didn't happen. Perhaps it was pushed to season 3? Yeah the title is a pun involving soda, not coffee, but perhaps it was re-written so they don't accidently encourage kids to drink coffee?

Lawn in Sixty Seconds : OK, so this is a bit of a stretch, but you know how the Warners don't have a lawn? And neither do Pinky and the Brain? Well who does that leave for this segment to be about? Well, you could argue Starbox and Cindy, but their segment titles tend to follow a naming convention (or at least have one of their names in the title), which this title doesn't; but you know who also has a lawn?

I'm just saying, there's a rumour going 'round that a certain squirrel is in season 3-perhaps this will be a segment about how she mows her lawn? Then again, they do place the Warners in random locations for their segments all the time, so who knows?

Season 3 and Wb : This one I'm confident about, it obviously must be a follow-up to "23 and WB". It's probably the first segment of the season, barring a possible cold open.

Ready Warner One Two-Parter : Season 1 was going to have Freakzoid cameo that was scrapped because Paul Rugg was busy, however, recently Paul Rugg (the voice of Freakzoid) revealed that he is involved in season 3, so perhaps that cameo is finally gonna happen. It does seem like the segment will be a parody of "Ready Player One", a movie (before someone tries to tell me, yes I know it was based on a book) which has a lot of crossover cameos, so it would be fitting. Not to mention it's another two-parter, so it's not hard to imagine something really exciting would happen, and if there's actual stakes getting a superhero involved makes sense. Also, if she's not getting a full segment, perhaps Slappy might make a cameo here (or maybe she gets a cameo AND a segment or two, that would be cool).

Season 3 could be the best season yet, even if these predictions are wrong I'm excited to see these!

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