#the groundwork by just being a sweetheart he is

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i like ghostflower (hell I draw fanarts for them) but I’ve decided I like the version of them in my head more and will just stay away from the fandom in general cuz I’ve seen some discussion and they just make me go “what on earth are y’all on” 💀💀💀💀

#“miles will immediately forgive gwen when he sees she’s gathered a whole team to save him WHAT #he’ll save himself first then befriend Miles G. and Miles G. will start hissing like the cats when that team comes and Miles looks upset #like I firmly believe miles will only talk to Hobie and Margo after all that cuz they r the two that stand by his side thru whole that #like that take is so insane when Hobie is the reason Miles can run away in the first place and Margo risks everything to allow Miles leaving #AND HE KNOWS #u don’t even need a scale to see who Miles will associate with safety and protection more after atsv #also “miles keep getting up after he’s beaten down cuz that what Gwen told him to do in itsv is ALSO insane cuz WHAT #the thing she said when she and others were berating and crowding Miles for not knowing how to be Spider-Man just FEW DAYS after he’s bitten #?????? #THAT THING???? #not his mom’s words or his uncle’s or idk THAT’S HOW HE IS??? #*walk in the tag* *walk out immediately* #u don’t have to make them the only person in each other’s life to prop the ship up especially in this case cuz it makes no sense 😭 #actually the first point srl piss me off cuz that team was only possible in the first place cuz of Hobie and Margo and Miles laying #the groundwork by just being a sweetheart he is #charming and inspiring ppl so ofc these kids will rally behind him and team up to save him #ykno LIKE IN THE COMIC TOO??? #ppl just have to take the only thing I don’t like in the movie (miles suddenly obsessed over Gwen when they didn’t even interact that much #in itsv) and magnify it x100 in fandom #if she ain’t a gremlin girl that is trying her best to regain Miles’ trust but it’s a slow process and Miles needs space and time first then #I don’t want it

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

MASTERMIND- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky x Virgin! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: you had never been interested in sex, or men for that matter- until you met bucky. now bucky and you had been going strong for months, and there's no one else you’d want to lose your virginity to. now the only challenge was making it seem like you were experienced...

Warnings: SMUT, reader losing her v card, dry humping, teasing, lots of pet names, PRAISE kink, slight playful choking, size kink, breeding kink if u squint real close, aftercare, reader has some anxiety, bucky being a really, really big sweetheart and a charming gentleman. seriously would die for this man.

“so i told you none of it was accidental, and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me. i laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk on your face, you knew the entire time... you knew that i'm a mastermind and now you're mine.”- mastermind, taylor swift

Tonight was the night. 

It was the night that would change your life, the night you would be thinking about each time your head hit the pillow, and when you’d wake up in the morning. 

The clock continued to tick slowly, almost mockingly as you waited, fingers twisting themselves into a knot. It was life-changing for you, but the same for anyone else. Everyone else continued with their lives, all in their own little fantasy worlds, with their issues and desires. 

It was confusing to think about, to wrap your head around. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, just for anyone to hear you, so they could offer their advice, or not care at all.

 Hey world! I’m a virgin, but my boyfriend doesn't know that! How do I go all the way with him without making it awkward?

But you kept your mouth shut, as you always did about things that mattered most to you. 

You sat and waited, like a patient in the waiting room, desperate to get seen. The door remained shut, the doctor refusing to come out. You knew Bucky wasn't supposed to come to your place until later, but the anticipation was killing you. 

It fired a pit in your belly, causing you to feel almost lightheaded as you waited, re-churning old worries and anxieties around in your mind like butter. 

You were in university, had been for some time now- but you were still a virgin. It made you feel stupid, even though you knew it didn’t matter. Virginity was a social concept. 

It was stupid, and dumb, and anyone could do what they wanted with their body whenever they wanted. Despite this, you still felt bad. Memories of your high school friends giggling and rushing to tell you of their sex lives haunted you, and even though you knew it probably was shit sex, at least they were getting some. 

You were surprised Bucky hadn't pushed the matter, regardless of the fact the two of you had been together for a few months now. They were the best few months of your life, and he had never made you feel so safe and comfortable in your own skin. 

So why was this so nerve-racking? 

He was obviously waiting for you to make the first move, to make sure you felt secure with his intentions. You hung your head low, hands coming up to rub your tired eyes as you sighed in the quiet. 

This was stupid. You were being stupid.

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“This is stupid.” Bucky called from his spot on the couch, banging the remote with his hand as his head slouched back over the couch back. 

The internet had gone out for the second time this week, your landlord refusing to call the company no matter how much his residents complained. You watched the Netflix Error screen pop up on the screen again, the loading screen making Bucky's eyes roll along with it. 

“Trust me baby, I know.” you said, popping a blueberry in your mouth, its sweetness exploding in your mouth. 

“I guess we won't get to see Andrew Garfield's beautiful biceps after all.” Bucy hummed, tossing the remote so it buried itself in the cushions, a chore the two of you would have to complete when he’d want to watch cartoons with you in the morning. 

It sounded lame, but the amount of happiness you got from eating sugary cereal and watching old shows you both watched as kids was exhilarating. 

Bucky reached his arms out, an indicator he wanted you to curl up in his lap, a silent order you happily obeyed. “I guess not.” you pouted, trotting over to your personal teddy bear, breathing in his calming cedarwood scent. 

His skin was warm to the touch, fingers reaching to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear- lingering just a little longer than they needed to. You smiled as you looked up at him, your legs straddled across his lap, arms linked loosely around his neck.

 It was a position you often sat in, his need for personal touch consuming every waking hour when the two of you were together. But this time, it felt almost different- in a way. 

There was a secret message intertwined into your touches as you rested your head on his shoulder, nose nuzzling the side of his neck as you hummed softly. You breathed him in, utterly consumed by him as his hands found their place at your sides, repeating the same soothing strokes up and down your body. 

It was delicate, but you were hungry. 

You didn’t know how to approach this, this overwhelming urge you were feeling. 

How was this supposed to start? 

You didn’t want to outright tell Bucky, because that felt too weird. Too naked and vulnerable for your liking. You had to hint that you had done this, and that you wanted to do this- because you did.

 But you were inexperienced. And you knew that Bucky had experience- which made you feel even more stupid if you messed up. 

You were frozen, a realization hitting you all at once that you didn’t know how to even begin to approach this. The endless hours of planning this, planning exactly how and when, and who did not compare to the actual moment at hand. 

Bucky sensed this, as he always did- picking up on your sudden small movements. A catch of a breath, a fidget of the hands, the continuous tapping of a foot never got past him. “Sweetheart?” 

“Hmm?” you poked your head up, meeting his soft gaze as he studied you intensely. “What’s going on inside that pretty little mind of yours hm?” he asked, large hand coming up to cup your cheek as if the thoughts would trickle out into his palm. 

You gnawed on your lip, teeth digging into the flesh as you debated. 

Hold it off. You will sound like an idiot. Don’t even think about mentioning it.

 “M’just thinking.” you smiled, yet it wavered. 

“Just thinkin?”

 “Just thinkin.” you replied, thankful he didn’t push you further. Instead, he just kissed you- lips soft and inviting against yours, tasting of peppermint. You moaned, body leaning closer to him on instinct, hips rolling against him. 

“I’m gonna find out what's on your mind eventually.” he whispered, making you shake your head in response, a coy little smile plastered across your face like a mask. 

“Maybe.” you teased, kissing him again to shut him up. It was a little game you liked to play with him- fighting for that sense of dominance, though deep down you knew he always possessed it. 

Bucky’s hands roamed, making you shiver with excitement, his hips bucking up in sync with yours as the minutes dragged on. It was hot and heavy, gasping breaths and teeth and tongue. 

But this, this was about as far as it had gotten with you two. This teasing, this edging and dry humping until someone spilled in their pants. 

But not tonight. 

You didn’t think you could leave it at this tonight. 

You decided to take a risk, bringing your hand down to rub across the smooth planes of his stomach, brushing your fingers across the bulge in his pants, making him hiss.

 “Doll if you keep doing that I dont think I’m gonna be able to control myself.” he growled gently, forcing your eyes to meet his own predatory gaze. 

“I don’t want you to.” you breathed, a hint of a whisper that seemed to blend with the heavy pants, the rise and fall of his chest. An eyebrow was raised, hand sliding up to fit perfectly around your neck as if it were a choker. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you pretty angel?” he asked, making you nod. 

“Yes but- but I’ve never-” 

He stopped. Instantly, his hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your heated cheeks with such delicately it was as if you were a petal upon a blooming flower. 

“Woah, woah lets step back for a second angel. You’ve never… you’ve never been intimate with anyone before?” 

You shoke your head. 

This was embarrassing. Holy fuck this was embarrassing.

 “No I haven't. I know it's embarrassing and totally lame, I understand if you dont want to do anything anymore.” All he could do was shake his head, shushing your words. 

“It's not embarrassing at all. It's kinda hot actually, that I’m the lucky one to get you like this. But angel, are you sure you want to do this… with me? You want it to be with me?”

 “Yes.” 

Because truth be told, you couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else. You wanted to be Bucky, more than anyone else. 

“We can stop at anytime, okay? Don’t feel like we have to do this, or it’s too late to say no. You want to stop, we stop- no questions asked. And tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like, please.” he insisted, making you giggle as he kissed your lips gently. 

The breath was stolen from your lungs as you were suddenly swept upwards, definitely gravity as Bucky picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your limbs around him tightly like a koala bear, curious as to where he was taking you. 

“Where are we going?” you asked expectantly, watching as he made his way to your bedroom- to the layers of blankets the two of you had tangled in so many times before. 

Never like this though. 

“I’m not allowing your first time to be on some silly couch angel. I’m gonna take care of my girl.” he cooed, laying down upon the sheets, standing over you with a gleam in his eye. 

“So now what?” you breathed, scared on how things would play out next. You weren't quite sure what exactly you truly liked yet. You knew you liked when Bucky was gentle with you, when he would whisper sweet praises in your ears and when he would coax you to an orgasm. 

But during actual sex? It was a clean, blank slate. 

“Can I take these off sweetheart?” he pointed to your sleep shorts, butterflies in your chest fluttering so hard you could hear them faintly in your ears. You nodded, too scared to say anything, too scared to even breathe in case you woke up and this was all a dream. 

Bucky's hands were soft as they slid up your thighs, and you lifted your hips slightly to assist him as he slowly tugged them off- savoring the moment as much as you were.

 “There we go.” he smiled as he tossed the shorts to the floor, watching you eagerly slide the shirt off your head to reveal yourself to him. 

All that was left was a small scrap of fabric covering you, one that was getting wetter and wetter with each passing second Bucky looked at you like that. 

Like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Like he was mesmerized, like he was hungry and only you could satisfy them. You couldn't help but laugh nervously as he took you in. 

“S’beautiful. So, so so pretty, such a pretty girl.” he babbled, raising your leg to rest over his shoulder as he peppered kisses to your inner thigh all the way to your ankle. You couldn't help but let your hands slide up to cup your breasts, closing your eyes in pleasure as you toyed with your nipples.

 “That's it baby. Do what makes you feel good.” he groaned, rutting himself against the bed frame as he watched you play with yourself in rhythm with his kisses and scrapes of his teeth against your skin. 

“I want you Bucky. Please, want you so bad.” you begged, one hand reaching down to run your fingers through the silk strands, getting lost in the ink.

 “Yea? You ready sweetheart?” 

“Please.” was all you could whisper, watching with delight as he rose to his full height, towering over you as he undressed himself for you. His shirt was tossed with your shorts, lost to the memory as his belt unbuckled. 

This was happening. This was really, truly happening. 

So many emotions were rushing through you like a freight train, anxiety, excitement, passion. It was overwhelming, but Bucky understood this. 

“We can stop at any time. We can stop right now if you want, baby. I know it can be nerve-racking.” he assured, wanting nothing more for you to be comfortable and happy. Your happiness was his. It was something he often told you, and it brought nothing but a warmth that spread through your body. It felt nice to be cared about, to be looked after and cherished. 

“I want this.” you murmured, desire laced in your tone as he leaned over you. 

“I want this too. I’ve wanted this since the moment I’ve laid on that gorgeous lil body of yours.”

 “Pervert.” you teased, his laughter echoing throughout the room before he peppered kisses across your cheeks, causing your to squirm. “You’re such a minx.” he cooed, kissing you once more on the lips before he slid your panties down your thighs, over your thighs and toes before they were also, like everything else- forgotten. 

Your breath seemed to get caught in your throat. The gentle pitter-patter of rain that slid down the windows echoed from the end of a tunnel, the candle you had lit a while back seeming to glow just a bit brighter to highlight the wanderlust in Bucky's eyes. 

“Please.” was your only confirmation, your form of consent as he entered you slowly. You gasped, muscles tightening as you clawed his biceps. It was an unfamiliar feeling, intrusive as he moaned softly. 

“Shh, just relax angel. Good girl.” he praised as you exhaled, wincing slightly at his size as he stretched you out. 

He was big. You had known this, but it was different with him actually inside you. 

“Do you wanna stop?” he asked, concerned. You shoke your head. “No, no I’m okay. Just feels weird is all.” you whispered, moaning slightly as he filled you even more, bulge appearing from your stomach. 

“You're doing so well for me sweetheart, so so well. M’so proud of you darlin.” he cooed, making the fire in your belly flame that much higher. 

Bucky stayed inside you, unwilling to move for a few minutes until he knew you were comfortable. Your nails began to declaw from his arm, little crescent moons doting his muscles as your breath filled your lungs easier. 

“Can I move?” he hummed and you nodded, the feeling of pain morphing into some form of pleasure as he shifted. 

“Oh fuck-” he moaned, his forehead brushing against yours as he rocked his hips, causing your back to arch, chest brushing his. 

“Bucky oh god..” you drawled, finally understanding. 

So this was what the hype was about. This is what people lived for, people died for, people killed for. This sense of connection, the closeness you reached, the feeling of bliss. The feelings that sparked inside your core that were new, something that made your head spiral. It was like Bucky had you under some spell, like this was some sort of daydream your body felt so tingly. 

“You're so wet angel- n’ so tight-” he gasped as he filled you to the hilt again, finding a gentle, easy rhythm that sent you to the heavens. You were mindlessly babbling, no words coming out of your mouth coherent as your eyes rolled. 

“I- love-you-mghm.” you moaned with each thrust, your body jolting as the bed rocked from Bucky's movements. His hand pinned yours above your head, a makeshift handcuff as his lips found yours again, silencing your whines.

 “I love you so, so much darlin, so good to me. Just let go for me baby, let go.” he whispered, your body following his commands as you felt the coil break, release washing over you as you clamped down on his cock.

 “O-Oh god-” you panted, hiccuping on your noises as you struggled to catch your breath. “Good girl. Good, good girl.” Bucky coaxed you, riding you through your orgasm. 

You sensed his breath hitch, his noises getting louder with each shift of the bed frame- and you knew he was getting close. “Inside. I’m on the pill.”

 “Oh god baby shit shit shit-” he panted, your words turning him on even more than he thought was possible. His grip tightened around your wrists as he came inside you with a growl of your name, possessiveness seeping out of him from the way he kissed and bit along your collarbone. 

You felt full and warm, Bucky’s chant of “I love you, I love you oh god I love you” against your skin making you giggle. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” you smiled. 

“Thank you for being the most wonderful, most beautiful girlfriend in the history of the universe.” he teased, freeing your hands from his grip so you could run your fingers through his hair once more, cupping the sides of his cheeks as he always did to you. 

You winced slightly as he slowly eased out of you, feeling his cum slowly seep from your abused hole. “I know pup m’sorry, I promise you're okay.” 

He kissed you not once, not twice but three times as you pried your squinted eyes open, your body slowly relaxing as he stood. You stared up at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan spin as the cool air washed over your hot and sticky skin. 

Going over so many things in your mind, relief spilling through each aching muscle. You had lost your virginity- and there was nothing to be scared about. It wasn't so much the actual sex you were worried about- more so the stigma you were worried you'd inflict on yourself. Scared you would do something wrong, or worried Bucky would look at you differently after hearing you had never done it with anyone else. 

Of course the thought were irrational, you knew this now looking back on them but they were still valid nonetheless. 

Bucky's footsteps snapped you out of your trace, and you now realized you were too deep in thought to even notice him leave the room. A smile was plastered on his face, baby blues seeming to glow brighter than they had all night- if that were even possible. 

A damp facecloth was in his hand and you watched as he sat down beside you, bed dipping slightly as he brushed the warm cloth between your inner thighs. “So that happened.” you said, as if you were stating a fact at a business conference. 

“So that happened. Are you happy that it happened?” he asked and you laughed, hiding your face behind your hands. 

“So happy it happened. I wanted this to happen.” you confessed, snuggling into him as he lay down beside you, capturing you in a soft embrace. He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as if he were scared you would let go. 

“You’re a mastermind.” he chuckled, the happiness rushing through you so contagious you wondered if everyone else in New York could feel it. 

You hoped they did. 

You knew they had other plans, other dates and things to stress about, but you hoped just for one second- they could feel the whisper of your giddiness in the wind. It was the kind of giddiness a child got when they ran downstairs on Christmas, seeing Santa had left them one cookie, but enough crumbs so they’d know he was there. 

It was the kind of giddiness you only got when you were with Bucky, in his arms. 

“What’s on your mind?” he’d ask again, later that night when the moon was high, sleep threatening to tug you under its waves. 

And you’d tell him. 

You’d tell him every little thing, about how much you loved him, how much you cared for him- how the feelings you had for him were like no other. And he’d kiss you again, drunk off the taste of you, until your lips were swollen and any worry you had were left far behind. 

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[ode-to-fury]

See the thing is I think a fundemental thing about Gale Dekarios is that if he didn’t have a love interest to talk him down he would claim the crown every time. Because I don’t think he would even stop to think about whether it’s a good idea or not, just like he didn’t stop to think about the orb the forst time. Did he learn his lesson that time? Sort of. He’s going to be super careful about rebuilding the crown. No mistakes! No research undone! He learned his lesson in the sense that now he thinks he was being too hasty and not thinking it through with all the facts… but he has all the facts now. And Karsus’ own book! I think that’s such a fundemental part of his character. Also, he’s impulsive! He does and says things without thinking all the time! Like yes he does it in a charming way and the way Tim plays him leads you to believe he’s jokingly doing it but I’m not so sure. His impulsivity, despite what Larian try and make you believe in scenes like the Blood of Lathander, has only marginally improved from when he discovered the orb. In fact, he’s been locked in a tower for a year, if anything that made it worse now that there’s so much to see and do again.

“But his friends!” I hear you say. Well, disembodied voice that represents my imaginary audience, to that I say- he had friends before. Supposedly. And I have this feeling that he’d think no matter how good of a friendship he has with someone, they’ll leave at the drop of a hat if he does anything wrong ever. Maybe- MAYBE- one of the others could convince him not to do it (I’m thinking Wyll probably) but idk how much sway that would hold with him given his past with people like Elminster and I assume his other colleagues. And another very prominent characteristic of his is that he is very romantically motivated. Even one of his wishes if you talk to that mirror is some shit about a tower being a refuge for him and his sweetheart or whatever (I love this sap of a man). I think more than a lot of the others, he is really looking for a deep connection, a deep companionship, and in the absence of something like that I think he’ll settle for the best revenge against Mystra he can conceive of which is wresting her magic from her or becoming better than her. (Granted it doesnt exactly work out that way but that is the groundwork of his plan)

So I think, in conclusion, if there are a hundred alternate universes Gale would pursue the crown of karsus in 98 of them. The two other possibilities being he has a romantic partner that does not share his ambitions or think they will harm him and thus talks him out of it, or he does for some reason listen to a voice of reason which he has come to trust as much as his own (the only companion I can concieve of this as being is Wyll or an unromanced Tav/Durge)

#also obviosuky the companiosn own personalities and choices will play a role #and this isnt to say he wouldnt be happy Not choosing the crown #i think he would be a whole lot happier even without a so #BUT #i dont think he would see that think about that or care about that #he doesnt really plan ahead #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale bg3

[typically-untypical]

The Saint and the Manipulator

AU: Vampires

CW: Biting

WC: 1,962

Date: 12/14/2023

"Look at him Jannie, he just looks cute enough to eat," Patton cooed, watching the man at the bar mixing drinks for other people. His fingers were long, almost spider like and his shirt was wide enough at the neck to show off his warm flesh.

"Patience," Janus hissed, drawing a line from Patton's neck to his chin. For the past few months he had been talking with the bartender, slowly getting him to open up to the ideas of the occult. It hadn't been hard, Virgil was apparently an avid conspiracy theorist and so when Janus started spouting off about Vampires, the bartender had listened with rapt attention. Everything working out in their favor, Janus was enjoying Virgil's company and Virgil seemed excited by the possibility of something so macabre. It had been a long road preparing the human, but everything was going according to plan. Janus had to move one more piece into play, Patton. His husband was a joy and a sweetheart, full of wonder for the world around him. Unfortunately, as a vampire, Patton had a thirst that couldn't be satiated. Unlike most stories, vampires weren't reckless killing machines, at least not all of them. Much like humans, they had the capacity to be evil or kind and though Janus didn't believe such labels were helpful, he did hope others understood, as a human he could be far crueler than he actually was. Patton, on the other hand, was far kinder than most humans Janus met.

"Oh I hope we get his consent, I would love to have him as part of our family."

Patton was probably a big reason why Janus was the way he was. Being such a kind and open hearted man, even as a vampire he wouldn't drink from someone he didn't have permission from. The first time he had drank from Janus he had begged, pleaded in a dark alley. Janus had only been so gracious to shut him up, but when Patton had finished drinking the smile on his face had been captivating. He had complimented Janus' health and given him advice for his future. It had been such a strange encounter that Janus had gone back again and again until they were linked. Vampires could get blood from any random humans, but it wasn't nearly as fulfilling as blood from someone bound to a vampire. If a human agreed, their soul could be intertwined, giving them the life span to stay by the vampire's side while also promising their health to the vampire. This bond was a neigh unbreakable, which meant one couldn't go into it lightly. Janus had given his life to Patton over a century ago, but Patton's hunger continued to grow. This was his way of helping his husband. He had been laying the groundwork to woo the bartender. He would later take on the role of manipulative villain, but he would do anything for Patton's sake.

"Last call, you two," Virgil said, walking over to their table and leaving the bar unattended. It seemed like most of the regulars had already cleared out leaving only a few stragglers behind.

"I think we're good in terms of alcohol, but might we have a conversation once you're off work? Patton and I are curious about a few things." Not a lie, not the truth.

"Oh, so this is the infamous Patton," Virgil held out his hand. "Jay has told me a lot about you, give him a few drinks and he actually can't shut the fuck up about you. I've been curious." 

Patton giggled, covering his mouth to hide his fangs. "You are a sweet talker. He has mentioned you a lot as well. I think he and I are going to have to have a stern talking to because he undersold how pretty you are."

Virgil blushed, heat and blood rising to his face. "Well, that's good to hear. I have to start cleaning the bar, but I'll tell the others you're walking me to my car, that way they should leave you be even after we close."

"Thanks Kiddo." Virgil raised his eyebrow at that but didn't say anything as he started walking away.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Patton grabbed Janus' leg trying to control his obvious giddiness. "He's handsome, and that voice, and that smell." Patton seemed to melt a bit and Janus wrapped his arms around his husband, pulling him close. 

"Yes, I'm aware he's pretty. I figured he was just your type."

Patton giggled, "Why because I like dramatic emos who hide their true feelings with sarcastic quips?"

Janus pretended to look offended as he put his hand to his chest. Patton only laughed, leaning up to kiss Janus' chin. "I love you," he whispered.

Janus would never admit that he melted a bit too, returning Patton's kiss. "You are too saccharine for your own good." He kissed Patton's neck, desperately trying not to be obvious about their love and affection for one another. He didn't need Virgil's coworkers to think they were sketchy, lecherous, or anything of the sort. They needed to be seen as a good couple, and good tippers.

It was less than an hour before Virgil and the others had the place cleaned up and shut down. He started walking toward them and the two got out of their chairs, putting them up on the tables like they had seen the others do. 

"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Virgil asked, after walking them both out locking the door behind him. "You're not going to proposition me into your harem are you, Jay?" He asked teasingly, causing Janus to roll his eyes. That wasn't what he was planning on doing but he also understood that it almost seemed like that was exactly what he was doing. He was asking Virgil to potentially be a blood donor for Patton for the rest of his life, but all in due time.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you a secret, Pat, darling, would you like to show him your teeth?"

Patton looked to Janus for confirmation before he opened his mouth, allowing his fangs to slide out. Virgil's mouth fell, and he floundered for words. Janus let him process, making sure that he and Patton were at least 5 feet away so Virgil could feel like he could escape. No one could truly escape a vampire, but Patton also wasn't a hunter.

"Alright, so those are either really expensive, or..." He looked at Janus as if hoping to hear that it was all a lie, that Janus was playing a prank. 

"I am fully human, but my husband..." Janus allowed his sentence to taper off, allowing Virgil to fill in the rest. 

"He's a vampire, and you... you knew?"

"That's why I was so knowledgeable about them." Janus pulled Patton into him and as expected, Patton nuzzled his neck gently. "You're not in any danger from him, Patton is very sweet and never drinks from someone unless he has permission. However, it is an experience."

Janus watched as Virgil swallowed, looking over to his car before taking a step forward. "So vampires are real? You aren't just fucking with me? You do seem to like to do that." Virgil countered and Janus nodded.

"An unfortunate trait of mine, but I'm sure Patton would be happy to demonstrate as long as you don't mind watching. It can get a bit... intense." There was a bout of silence, the three of them standing there waiting for Virgil to make a move. Finally he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I need to see this to believe it."

"Are you sure kiddo? You don't have to believe if you want. You could pretend it was a bad dream and go on with your life."

At Patton's suggestion, Virgil shook his head furiously, something Janus also expected. Virgil had anxiety and though he managed it well while he was bartending a discovery like this would haunt him for the rest of his life if he didn't verify it was fake. Then again, finding out it was real would most likely shake him to his core. He would come to them more often for comfort and Janus and Patton would both be waiting with open arms; Patton because he was kind, and Janus because he knew it would be a way to get Virgil to trust them. No other reason.

"Alright, if you're sure." Janus felt Patton shift, hands gently wrapping around his face was Patton looked at him. "May I?" He asked in the sweetest voice. He always started this the same way and it felt like a ritual at this point. 

"Always," Janus whispered in response, getting to see Patton's soft shy smile before his head was tilted to the side. Patton didn't just sink his teeth in. He kissed at Janus' neck, sucked a small bruise on the crook to bring the blood to the surface. Then he bit down. It was a brief moment of pain followed by a flood of endorphins. He felt like he was floating, like the whole world disappeared beneath his feet. Janus reached out for Patton, clinging to his arms, fighting the sounds that desperately bubbled from his chest. He was partially aware that Virgil was still here, was still watching them and that was not the thing to think about right now. He moaned out the bartender’s name softly before Patton pulled back, kissing his neck and sealing the wound. He left only a hickey behind. 

Vaguely, he could hear Patton speaking and Virgil was saying something as well. This had been the risk of going this route, letting the two of them talk alone. However, if Patton and Virgil were going to fall in love they needed to actually like each other. He was being swept off his feet, cradled in the strong arms of his husband. 

"Let me walk you to your car. If you're okay with it, we can talk more tomorrow?" Patton was doing great. He had managed to get them an invite back. Virgil wasn't running away. Janus knew he probably needed to stay awake, to do everything he could to manage the situation, but his head felt heavy. Patton's venom was still coursing through his system, desperately pulling him into a relaxed state. Elevated heart rates meant more blood, but it also meant a higher chance of someone dying and though there were enough humans now that culling the population wouldn't have a dramatic effect, that hadn't always been the case. 

Janus had done the research, Janus knew what was needed to keep Patton safe, to keep him healthy. Janus knew why things were happening, but he couldn't access it all his brain was too fuzzy. 

"This hit you hard didn't it?" Patton whispered, "Seems like you enjoyed someone else watching you feed me." He sounded more lucid and Janus felt himself falling closer and closer to sleep. "I do really like Virgil, but I think maybe you like him a bit too." Janus felt a slight kiss on his forehead and the warmth of a blanket being pulled over him. "At least I hope you do. You deserve to have a life's companion as much as I do. I'd love to build a little commune where you could have more friends, more family." Patton pushed his hair away from his face before laying down next to Janus. 

"Rest, it's okay, honey. I can take over from here. You've done such a good job but it's my turn to care for you."

Janus finally relaxed, allowing sleep to take over. This was why he loved his husband. He was too kind for his own good.

@tsspromptmonth

#TSS Rare Gifts Month 2023 #Untypical Creations #Sanders Sides #Sanders Side fic #Fanfic #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Janus Sanders #moceit #future anamoceit #Fictional Biting

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Okay, but what happened to the baby??? Cults are fucked up at the best of times so I'm not entirely sure I want to know.

I would also like to wrap batmom in a blanket and make her hot chocolate ❤️

The greenhouse door creaked open and you don't look up, intently focused on your seedlings that aren't thriving like they should, considering starting over with them.

It helped, being distracted while you waited for the dust to settle so you could sift through it gently and begin to put the complicated feelings into their assigned little compartments.

You can't talk about it.

Not the way everyone seems to think you should.

Because there is no good way to say it. There's no way to make any of them understand. It's not grief but it hurts. It's not relief but it feels lighter. And you can't even call it closure because there's still work to be done and a price to be extracted.

A liminal space.

Limbo.

And until you can define it all properly- you're keeping your distance.

"Sweetheart," Bruce said softly, "what are you doing?"

You look up slowly and hold out soil-covered hands, "Groundwork for-"

"I can see that," he said, "But why?"

"Why not?" you answer, brushing hair out of your face with the back of you hand, frowning when you smear dirt on your forehead, "Knowing doesn't change anything, the garden still needs-"

"I can have someone else do it," Bruce offered, worry flitting across his face. He expected tears. He expected you to be almost catatonic- or murderous. He genuinely didn't know what to do with this.

You exhale slowly, grappling for words, starting and stopping half a dozen sentences before finally settling on one. "I think-" you say hesitantly, "That in the back of my mind I knew. I was young, malnourished, and had no real medical care to speak of- it's a miracle on it's own I didn't die."

Bruce opened his mouth to say something and shut it again quickly when you glance at him, realizing you had more to say.

"But- in those long, lonely years. And later- it- it helped, kind of. The idea that he might be out there somewhere. And when it didn't help I used it as another failure. Proof that I had to be a terrible person and if I was a terrible person, what did I have to lose?"

You shake your head and glance out the window, looking to where the sun was setting, "But now I know. Now I have proof. And for better or worse, I just have to come to terms with it- whatever those terms are."

Bruce nodded slowly and reached over to wipe the dirt off your forehead, "Are you coming in for dinner?"

"Maybe?" you allow, "But probably not. I'm not sure what's more frustrating, not being able to explain how I feel or being pitied."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #batmom!reader #mcrmarvelloki #anon ask

[freedom-shamrock]

How much salt do you think a salt fic should have before it becomes too unpleasent to read?

Great question! First, it's important to note that different people are going to have different salt tolerances, some folks just want a little for flavoring while others want the whole dang salt shaker. But there is a happy medium that most can agree on as pleasant to read.

Next we need to define salt. Because it's slang and it gets used (and misused) to mean a lot of things. One need not go out of character (OC) and full evil to be salt. Salt/salty has to do with being upset, angry, bitter, or hostile. Some people require these feelings to be associated with embarrassment, failure, being attacked or out of place in order to be considered salt, but most people (myself included) don't require this qualifier.

To be a salt fic, these salty feelings need to be the driving theme of the story. This can be realistic, exaggerated, or wildly unrealistic. You can keep the characters as canon as possible or go massively OC.

In my Saltinette story the goal was to be realistic and stick with canon as much as possible. As a result it's on the lower end of salt options for this situation. To increase the salt content, I had Marinette decide to leave school and let go of her friendships. It's a somewhat nuclear option for her academic and social life, but it's also something both my kids have had to do as a result of bullying.

In the follow-up story, Treading in the Brackish Pool, shows a lot of those salty feelings, this time from Marinette's former classmates once she's left. Again, the goal was to stay realistic and close to canon, which meant I had to explain how and why the classmates made the decisions that ultimately pushed Marinette away. I wanted to avoid making them actively evil; they're just young and a little ignorant on social stuff.

That last bit highlights where things tend to cross into too much salt to be a satisfying story. Taking a canonically kind character and making them a psychopath will definitely increase salt, but without any explanation or set up, it's going to feel wildly OC and a lot less pleasant to a larger number of people. But it can work if you set it up right.

A lot of people who write heavy Miraculous salt make Alya an active bully. In some cases this works because it's built up over time (starting with disappointment, moving to chastising or ridicule before verbal bullying and finally physical bullying). In other cases, there's no groundwork or authorial hand waving to explain how Alya went from being kind, confident, and maybe a little pushy to being okay with assault or murder. Adrien also often gets an evil makeover in heavy salt. If the author takes the time to build up Adrien's corruption from the Miraculous or a two-faced nature like his father (Paris' sweetheart in public vs controlling asshole in private) it can work really well. But a lot of times he's just OC with no justification, which will make it appeal to a smaller audience.

I think it's essential to remember that fans of a show generally like the characters. Yeah, they may not love all the characters, but you're not going to watch something that focuses on characters you hate. When you warp characters into something they aren't, the story risks losing some of its broader appeal. The more popular a character is with the audience the easier it is to step into the realm of too much salt. The same can be said for the amount of canon material for a character. If they are a major character, it's easier to go too salty. If you want to go heavy salt, setting it up as an AU or taking the time to show how the characters grew from canon into something else will help. Failure to do either of these will result it a reduced audience appeal.

Did that answer you or did I go wildly around the question? Let me know! Thanks for asking

#asked and answered #salt #how much salt is too much #writing salt

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The Past will Always catch up to You (so Please come Home)

[A fic I wrote a while back which can be considered compliant to the first/main fic as the main detail that “the two OL MCs are pen pals” is still a thing within this fic (Tumblr, Ao3). You don't necessarily have to read it, but it sets up a groundwork of sorts. The divergent is that this had the OL1 MC paired with Baxter and the main fic is Cove/OL1MC. Can potentially still be within the same narrative as this can be a Baxter was just a summer fling that one summer kind of way and they ended up with Cove later, but can also be seen as Baxter is the Step 4 LI as well. Cove barely appears in this fic so what route/path this narrative is ultimately using is up to interpretation/preference.

(Except for the small detail that the OL2 MC has cranberry feature(s), can be just the hair or eyes, or both)

Probably not canon compliant to the main game though, since as of writing this fic the Baxter DLC has just started being in the works. (This fic happened because I’m too excited, also I love Baxter Ward)

Doubly so for any OL2 stuff too since. Well, we’re literally officially still in the prologue and I only have read the character posts the dev releases so…]

{Baxter Ward has always been a chill type of guy. At least he would be if someone from his past wasn't staring daggers into him.}

He’s not sweating because Baxter Alexander Ward would certainly not lose his cool at seeing someone from his mountainous hometown at some random seaside town dab smacked far away enough that it felt almost surreal.

Even if he was, it was most certainly not because said person sitting across him was boring right into his soul while they sipped on their boba tea, which had been sitting mostly full on the picnic table long enough that a small ring puddle had formed. The person drinking it was taking their sweet time, sipping ever so slowly and not breaking their gaze away from him, even as said condensation puddle was growing ever closer to their crossed arms resting on said picnic table.

Thankfully, his sweet summer beau had either not noticed or opted not to mention anything at all. Though he could bet it had more to do with how ecstatic they were instead as they and the person trying to melt you with their eyes were apparently acquainted. And they were in Sunset Bird in person. In fact, that may be too shallow a descriptor of the kind of bond they had. Both of them had been pen pals for years, ever since they were little.

Even before said person trying to murder you with their eyes even moved into that little house in the Cul de Sac in Golden Grove

There’s an uncomfortable but soft cough. Considering the tense silence, it may as well have been a slam on the table.

Ah, right. Baxter’s sweetheart had invited their childhood friend along. Said childhood friend, Cove Holden who Baxter considers may as well equally an attractive heartthrob (who could give Qiu a run for their moneY NO NOPE LET’S NOT GO THERE BRAIN) who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here right now, and frankly, Baxter couldn’t fault him for that. His sweetheart gently pats Cove on the back and he shoots an appreciative look their way. If Baxter were a possessive type of guy (and he’s most certainly not, thank you very much), he’d be rather jealous of the tight-knit bond between the two.

They were as close as the trio of childhood friends back home aND DAMNIT BRAIN

“The waves must be calling you huh,” The person sitting across Baxter breaks their steel gaze away from him at last, and it turns into a friendly and apologetic type of stare. Baxter couldn’t help but note it’s certainly not as saccharine as one reserved for a Miss Tamarack Baumann. If there was one weakness Baxter could always pinpoint about the person across from him was that they were always soft and forever looking out for the gal. Which was saying something because as far as anyone knew, they held both Tamarack and Qiu on the same level-

Ah.

He really just couldn’t help but think of… Of home after all.

Cove gives them a sheepish smile. “Sorry, it’s not that I didn’t want to be here, and it’s nice to be able to put a face to all those letters!”

“It’s just one of those days where the ocean is calling out to him,” Cove gets gently elbowed by his childhood friend. “Trust me, he wouldn’t be here if he actually wanted to avoid meeting you.”

And despite not knowing Cove for that long, he can vouch for that too. It took some level of observation, but the young man certainly looked more relaxed talking to them than to him, if Baxter had to compare both of their first introductions.

“It’s just,” Cove continues, a slight blush on his face. “The waves just look really inviting today.”

The two pen pals laugh. The one from back home has the politest smirk they could manage. “It’s alright Cove, I’ve been told people can only handle so much of me. People back home felt that I was too much, they even drove me out of Golden grove for the summer.”

They give an exaggerated sob, clutching their heart and another hand wiping fake tears away.

“I beg to differ,” The seaside townie snickers. “I’m willing to bet my entire shell collection they’re miserable without their local fae around them.”

There’s a groan in response. “Please tell me you don’t go around referring to me as some fairy-”

Cove laughs. “Not just some fairy for sure. For a really long time, I just knew you as the Fairy from Golden Grove.”

“It’s only fair,” There’s a twinkle in Baxter’s sweetheart’s eyes, and it’s butterflies all over again. It’s a reminder as to why he agreed to have a little fun with them on this lovely summer trip after all. “I mean, are you going to swear you don’t go around telling your friends you were writing letters to a Mermaid in Sunset Bird?”

The Fall Fairy raises their hand in surrender. “Okay, okay, so maybe that habit stuck around.”

And the two pen pals share a smile, one of years of stories and secrets Baxter was certainly not privy to.

“So? Does the fair Mermaid feel the same lull of the sea as their green-haired companion?”

“Just a little,” They sigh wistfully. “But I know that you and Baxter…”

They give Baxter a small smile, and he returns one in kind, more relaxed than the one he had affixed for the majority of the past few hours or so.

“Neither of you seem to gel with the beach life huh.”

Baxter finally speaks, breaking his self-inflicted vow of silence for the day.

“You’d know I’d willingly cross molten lava to spend time with you darling, but the ocean…”

The Fall Fairy makes a face as well. “And I love you and all, but it’s the sand I have beef with. How can you stand to be around so much of it when it's coarse and rough and irritating… And it gets everywhere!”

Cove snaps his fingers and beams. “I understood that reference!”

Baxter receives a sympathetic pat on the shoulder while the other forest mountain tourist gets a small smile thrown their way. “I could just sit here-”

“And put a stop to your summer goal of finally achieving surfing greatness?” The pen pal asks, clearly privy to all the other’s plans.

“Maybe not that ambitious,” Cove chuckles, the barest hint of mischief in his eyes. “I mean, unless you consider a record of only sticking to the board of a full 10 minutes every time-”

“Heeeeey,” Cove receives a gentle shove from his childhood friend, getting a stink eye for his comment. “I get that we all can’t be Cove Holden, but I’m not that bad!”

“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your surf lessons, love,” Baxter assures them. “Go on. I’ll keep your friend here company, hm?”

Now that brings forth a look of surprise from his fellow Golden Grove townie.

His sweetheart looks between them both for a brief second, before nodding and gathering their stuff. “We’ll still be close enough to the boardwalk,” And they point to the portion of the beach in sight. “And if either of you ever feel like braving the sands and seas, you can come up to us, ok? Else we’ll be back soon.”

Baxter gets a quick peck on the cheek, and soon, it was just him and part of his past incarnate sitting across him. He keeps his eyes on the two Sunset Bird locals for as long as he can till they’re both bright-coloured human-shaped blobs in the distance.

The person across from him takes this time to fully drain their full cup, now playing with the straw as they create inharmonious sounds fidgeting with it and the cup lid.

“I guess,” They say at last. “If it was between the ocean and someone from Golden Grove, you still wouldn’t pick the ocean, huh.”

“You make it sound like I want to avoid anyone from…. From home.”

“Could have fooled me, Baxter.”

They have that look, the one that’s hurt but not filled with blame. It’s not one Baxter gets often from them. He wasn’t Tamarack or Qiu or Ren, and as far as he could recall, they weren’t that close.

“I’ve been busy with school.”

“Too busy to keep in touch with Autumn?”

It hurt. From the first time Baxter had pinpricks from hearing Qiu call the person sitting across from him pretty when they were kids (I knew him first you just moved here how did you already catch his eye) to seeing Qiu always always make time for them regardless of anything, everything.

Part of Baxter gets it. The eye-catching cranberry of their appearance, the peacekeeper and big heart, the openness to everyone…

He tries to keep it cool, under wraps. “I told you all before, I’m a bit too old to be hanging around you kids.”

“Gee,” They snort, looking away from him to gaze out to the beach, watching the other two of their afternoon quartet (and Baxter pretends to not be so relieved from the short reprieve from their gaze). “Didn’t realise being three years older made you an old man.”

He doesn’t know why. But he feels almost everything is bubbling to the surface. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone from back Home out in a beachy town, let alone a kid he used to play with. Specifically someone he knew Qiu held dear, someone who had a solid presence in the woodland wonder with the people around them.

“I’m surprised you didn’t drag your two best friends with you.”

“It’s just a week away, I’m sure they’ll survive,” He sees the smile, and Baxter can’t tell if they’re forcing it or how genuinely it rings. “And I don’t think Ma wants to watch over three teenagers, even if it is just for a week.”

They let the silence return. Baxter takes his turn to break it, quelling any break in his voice. “So. Will you tell them?”

He doesn’t need to specify.

“...No. It’s not my right.”

And I want you to talk to them again.

They don’t need to say it for Baxter to hear it.

“But it makes such a tale! How funny a coincidence this is.”

“I know right? And really, I should have known,” He hears a soft laugh, and they turn back to him again. “Who else would compliment a random stanger’s legs after dancing with them once at a party he crashes and then turn up five years later as their new neighbour?”

Ah. So they knew about that random chance encounter. It seemed so long ago…

“In my defence, they really do have nice legs and I can still recall that they were an exceptional dance partner. I’m only honoured they remembered me too.”

“Aw, come on Baxter. Give yourself some credit. There’s just something so memorable about a mysterious and handsome stranger.”

“Now I think you’re being dramatic, and that’s coming from me.”

They shrug, soft smile still in place. “I believe otherwise. Even I thought you were soooo mysterious and cool, you know.”

He gets a playful wink and deep down he just can’t even fault Qiu for falling so fast. Due to his own actions of putting distance between well, almost everyone from their little Boys Club (again, a hilarious notion as out of his three founding members, he was the only remaining actual boy so to speak), he can’t be sure if Qiu finally broke their vow on maintaining their sacred bond of friendship and just confessing to their long time crush. He could just ask said crush opposite him but…

“I’m honoured to have made such an impact on ‘mini’ you. But clearly, you’re the true master of leaving stronger impressions, considering you managed to form the image of a fairy from just faceless letters alone.”

“It was their idea to call me that!”

“Now now, I think it suits you.”

Woodland Fairy of Golden Grove. Even under the sweltering heat of the beach town, they managed to carry the heart of fall with them, their sheer amber shawl over their dark red swimsuit. Even in summer, layering seemed prominent for them.

There’s a roll of eyes and a pointed look, no bite thanks to the prominent smile. “Well thank you, kind sir. But it seems I’m still no match for you.”

“And you think that because?”

“If I say please really sweetly, will you at least give Autumn a call? It doesn’t even have to be right now. Just… Soon.”

“...I really don’t think-”

“Or, I don’t know, come home for winter break or something.”

“No promises,” And boy does their sad face make him guilty. “But, I'll give it some thought. I may have plans in the works with other classmates for winter break so...”

They clear their throat, trying to match his cool. “Of course. I’d expect no less from Mr Popular.”

They remain in silence until the beach town duo returns. He can only be grateful for their kindness in not questioning the tense mood. Nor his inexplicable anti-socialness for the rest of the week.

He does, however, accompany his sweetheart to say goodbye when their pen pal’s week in Sunset Bird comes to an end. Albeit from a distance.

“Write to me!”

“You know, I think you’re the only person who still wants letters despite how you could just call, or text or email-”

“And deny myself the penmanship of my fairy friend? I think not!”

There are hugs all round, till they got to him.

“Safe travels.”

“Thank you, Baxter. Have a nice summer break.”

See you soon.

…

»»————-　✼　————-««

Expectantly, he gets pelted with a snowball. Or several. Or dozens.

He gets hugs too. Tearful ones.

He’s covered head to toe in white from the barrage from all sides, and he finds himself laughing as he leans back onto the snowy ground. He sweeps off the snow and looks up to a hand extended to him.

Cranberry. A warm smile.

“Glad to see you, old man.”

“Well see, there was this annoying kid that wouldn’t let me be”

He takes their hand, yanking them down into the snow with him.

There’s a flurry of laughter from all sides,

“I’m home.”

“Mm hm! Welcome home, Baxter!”

(fin)

#baxter ward #franky second #our life now and forever #our life beginnings & always #jamie last #my fic #my writing #cove holden #we're still friends even if we're miles apart fic series

[containatrocity]

Bloodlines

Feat. @mustcrdgreens

Sissy and Rusty have a long overdue heart to heart. and lay the groundwork for another hard conversation.

sissy had been on her third bowl of crushed ice and hot sauce that evening, laying in bed. she'd been too nauseous for anything solid, but wanted something to spice up her ice—her mind taking it literally. she groans and sets it aside, curling onto her side for a long moment, staring at the bowl in the meanwhile. she wishes she didn't feel so alone in this, unable to find the courage to tell cyan about what was happening to her. she mostly wishes she could tell rusty, the man having been the one she was closest to, until recently. but she'd been absolutely rotten in the wake of gia's passing, unwilling to listen to him call one of the few friends she had alive anymore a dangerous person. but likewise, he'd been unwilling to listen to her just the same. she finds herself tearing up, thinking about how he surely must have changed his mind about her by now, about how he—she sits up, running to her bathroom, the contents of her stomach burning as it comes back up. then, her feet carry her to rusty's bedroom, knocking on the door. ”hey, uncle rusty?“ she'd already wiped her eyes, has a smile on her face—but it crumbles almost immediately. ”d-do you hate me?“

They've become little more than two ghosts haunting the same house, and Rusty would be lying, if he said he didn't hate every second of it. Jack had talked some sense into him- the recognition he was being a petty child, when all Sissy was looking for was something she could control in the wake of having absolutely none. But he's still not mustered the confidence to speak to her- every attempt met with the recognition that any apology might fall short, when he still didn't like the idea of her spending so much time around Cyan. It's a rare night off, settled on the bed in one of Leon's old sweaters and half-watching a movie over the top of a book he'd never finished prior to the paradox about cryptids around the world until he falls asleep the way he has for a while now- with no movie nights or board games Sissy's roped him into to hold his attention- He glances up, when she knocks at the open bedroom door, sitting the book aside when she calls his name. "Hey sweetpea-" He starts- and then her features fall, and she asks if he hates her. His heart breaks- and he's on his feet before the last word can linger too long- crossing the bedroom floor in only a few strides before he ushers her in, shutting the door behind her and waving her to the bed to sit down. "Now- now I know we ain't been seein' eye to eye but where on earth did ya get the idea I hated you, darlin'?"

she climbs into the bed beside him, sobs bubbling up. it takes her a moment to contain herself enough to speak again, rubbing at her eyes. "b-b-because, i-i-i been so rude an'--an' we been fightin' and, a-and b-because i wo-won't stop seein' cyan an' we ain't even talked to e-e-each other all n-night--." her drawl is all the heavier like this, overemotional and trying to speak between trembling inhales. she hiccups in breaths, trying to wipe at her face as she cries, not wanting to be a complete mess, her body shaking from the effort of simply talking through her sobs.

Dark brows crease, and he pulls her into him, tighter now, setting a kiss on the top of her head as he gently wipes soft brown eyes with careful hands. "Sissy, sweetheart…" He frowns a bit deeper, swaying back and forth slightly, as she cries, keeping her smaller frame tight to his own. "Honey- That doesn't mean I hate you- look, I know we've been arguin' and we don't… well we ain't ever done that, now have we? So I know it's scary. But I could never hate you. You're my little girl." He insists, smiling gently as he cups her face in his hands. "We ain't gonna get along forever- and I know we had a good run a' it, but that's just how it goes. I-" He sighs. "I know you like that boy. And I also know I been… well I been just like my dad, carin' more about what everybody else thought than th' person that matters- and that's you." He insists. "I don't hate you, lil bug." He squeezes her tightly. "And I'm sorry I made ya think I did, even fer a split second, okay?"

sissy simply lays against him, listening to his voice rumble in his chest. her breathing starts to calm as he talks, only a few tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as he holds them in his hands. there's still worry there, about how her body's grown, about how her stomach rejects food, about how she can hardly contain any sort of emotion. about how rusty might take it. she sniffles, blinking more tears down her cheeks, where they'd stuck to her lashes. "can--can you promise you won't hate me after i tell you somethin'? it's… i-i dunno if it's good. i'm--i'm real scared, uncle rusty."

She's quiet as he speaks, and he's thankful, really, as she seems to calm, setting another gentle kiss against the top of her head. "Atta girl." he sighs, rubbing her arm gently. it's short lived, the silence after her sobs, before she speaks again- asks him to promise he won't hate her, if she tells him something. "I could never hate you." he repeats. "I promise… What's eatin' at you, sweetheart?" He questions, worry on his features as he adjusts her to sit up a bit against him- wipes more tears away with the sleeve of his sweater.

her gaze drops, hands lifting to wipe her cheeks again. "i-i dunno if i can stop seein' cyan even if i went and listened to you, 'cuz i-i… i think i might be havin' his baby." her lips tremble anew, eyes shutting. she doesn't wanna see rusty angry or disappointed. "i just been eating so much, weird stuff, an' throwing up, an' i'm gainin' weight, a-and--and--th-this. i just been cryin' or angry or--" she cuts herself off, not admitting that most of the time she went to see cyan, regardless of what they'd planned to do, she'd end up horny. "i-i don't know what to do…"

If he's honest- he'd had the creeping suspicion that what she's saying had been the case. It made sense- she was sick most mornings, miserable and trapped in the bathroom until hours after she'd woke up- he'd assumed a stomach bug at first- but it had been a while, hadn't it? She'd always eaten a little oddly- but there was something perceptible about the way she snacked now- on strange combinations he'd never seen her entertain before- the way that despite the nausea, she'd put on more weight than her lifestyle would have allowed. She closes her eyes. He's quiet, for a long time- just holding her, gentle hand rubbing her back. "Well." He starts. "Have y' told him?"

her eyes peek open--confusion sits in them, that he hadn't gotten upset. she shakes her head, then hangs it. "i'm really scared. i-i don't know what he's gonna say. an' what if i'm not? what if this is just… stress?" she'd been stressed, spending almost all of her moments not in town, inside of the kitchen. but two missed periods and the rest of it, was plenty evience that she was trying to be in denial. "i don't wanna scare him."

"Honey…" He frowns, slightly. "I know you don't know what he's gonna say but stress don't make ya pick up twenty pounds in a couple a' months and so emotional ya start cryin' over a couple a bugs dead on the kitchen counter." He insists softly. "I don't think they got many tests in town…" There's a sigh, soft. "No real way t' know fer sure." But it's enough. And it's still a very real concern if she's to keep spending her time with Cyan- scare or not, the boy needs to know. Rusty knows that. He hums softly, shifts her to look at him properly. "But if you like 'im, then if this ain't what you think it is, he should still know it's somethin yer worryin' about. Because if you're gonna keep… seein him- this ain't gonna be the last time it'll be a concern fer you." He insists. "And I'd rather you know now if he ain't worth yer time than… years down th' line."

she bites at her lip, sighing. "yeah…" she knows he's right. it's both unfair to cyan to keep it a secret--and important that she knows how he'll take it, if they're going to keep being… whatever it is they are. she rubs at her eyes, giving a nod. "i'll--i'll tell 'im. i just gotta… work up my nerve." she shifts to lean back against him once more. she swallows thickly. "can--can we not fight anymore? i really miss you."

"Okay." He insists, squeezing her gently. "Yeah, sweetpea, we can stop fighting. I'm sorry we even started in th' first place." He sighs, resting his chin in her hair. "And no matter what happens- I'm gonna take care of you." he promises. "Just like I always have. Til I breathe my last. Yer the best thing I've ever had, you know." He sighs. "So no matter what, you always got a home here, okay? With yer uncle Rusty." His own eyes grow hazy, for a moment. "I just… was scared you were gonna grow up on me, you know? Decide that… you didn't need me around, anymore. Gets lonely, big house like this all by m'self. 'specially after spendin' the last 13 years with m' best friend in it."

his words start sissy's tears anew, arms wrapping tight around his chest. "i could never!" she almost sounds scandalized he'd even thought of it. "yer my best friend too, an' i'll always need you!" she rubs her face into his chest, sniveling. "but i am a grown up, y'know. i-i like bein' a little more adult. i just wish i didn't have to find out i liked it because of gia…" she frowns, squeezing close again. "y'aren't allowed to die, alright? i don't wanna lose anyone else."

He hates that it's a pressing worry for her that he might up and die. "Come on." He insists, smiling as she presses tighter. "you know I ain't goin' anywhere. yer stuck with me forever, okay?" He checks the time, shifts Sissy out of his lap and moves to stand up. "How about I read ya somethin' like I used t' when you were jus' a sprout, huh? I'll even let ya pick." If anything, he knows it'll distract her, from the way her mind's racing- from the picking open of the wound of Gia's loss, from the awareness she'll have to tell Cyan what's going on. He hopes beyond hope the boy's got the good in him to do good by his niece- Sissy likes him quite a bit- he's seen the stars in her eyes when she talks about him, after all. "And startin' tomorrow, I'll do my best t' remember yer a grown up. an' that means that you ain't… gonna want t' spend the rest a your life playin' Sorry and watchin' disney movies with yer borin' old uncle."

"okay." calmer, she stands too, to grab a tissue from lee's nightstand. "we can spend some of my life playin' sorry and watchin' disney movies, at least. i still love to do those things." the idea of being read to is compelling, and it sees her stalking off to find a book. she returns with one that she hadn't had when he'd known her as a child, far too young to enjoy even the shortest chapter book. a magic treehouse book about the california earthquake is delivered to his hands. "this was my favorite series when i was a kid," she says, "it ain't one from when i was little, but it's good anyways, and you'd probably like it."

"Well- we'll read it anyway." He'd missed enough of her growing up- had come home barely a man himself to raise a preteen. He takes a little time, to turn off lights save for the one on his nightstand and further draw blinds before he settles back in bed under the blankets- opening his arm to Sissy to settle close. He straightens blankets around her as well, curls her close with a soft smile. "Comfy?" he questions, opening the book and setting to reading. She was growing up- and Rusty knew no amount of stubbornly digging his feet in would change that. She'd spent longer than she needed to, clinging to an innocence he insisted she deserved- he could let her grow up- no matter how much it scared him.- but that could be tomorrow. Tonight, it was just the two of them against the world still- tonight she was still just his little girl and they'd made it this far- that was worth something.

sissy waits for rusty to settle in, before she does just the same, curling up beside him, with legs draping over his lap. she relaxes against him, an arm wrapping around his chest. "mhm." she hadn't spent time in his and lee's bed in a long time, her fits and night terrors from the accident and the start of the paradox long gone, able to sleep in her own just fine. there was something lonely about it just being them, with no man laying beside rusty, playing with her foot to distract her from her fears. but--as she looks up to him, the ache dissipates. she feels silly for thinking he hated her. she knows rusty couldn't hate her, and likewise she could never hate him. they were two peas in a pod. at the end of the day, he really was her best friend. she didn't want this to end for anything. she hardly notices, as he reads, that she's dozing off, cozy and warm and relieved.

He waits, until her breathing slows, soft and warm against his chest through the threads of a sweater his late husband had favored. A lot's changed- and he realizes, maybe, he's selfish for having hoped she'd stay the same forever. He closes the book- shifts to turn off the light beside the bed- careful, slow, as not to disturb her, fast asleep, tears drying on her cheeks. He settles himself, sighs softly as he kisses the top of her head. "Love you, lil bug…" he murmurs. "That boy best do good by you…" He doesn't want to see her hurting again- her screams rattle him in his sleep even still, in the aftermath of Gia and her parents- stir him bolt upright. But she sleeps peacefully now, and he knows he should follow her lead- He has work, tomorrow- and Sissy's bound to have a lot on her mind when she wakes up. He tunes out the tapping on the window, and shadows cast on second-floor curtains- as he always does- and slips away just the same.

#r.threads #r.sissy #r.sissy02

[twopoppies]

Please forgive me asking this on anon and also choosing your blog to ask about something that happened in 2015 that I saw on tumblr and then it disappeared and was never discussed or mentioned by anyone. It's about bbg, I know you don't dwell on that and I do appreciate that but you are so smart about everything, anyway, onward. There was a post showing a photo of Tammi Clark on a sidewalk in CA after she had met Louis, well before we had any idea what was to come. The post said T was disappointed that he "wasn't even good looking". I believe she is somehow related or knows the guy who handled Eli the chimp for the Steal My Girl video. I think Louis and possibly Zayn went to visit Eli around that time and I do believe that bbg was being set up, maybe for Zayn? I am not sure about that, but I am sure that T thought Louis was not the attractive boy in the band and was complaining about it. I know this was a long time ago but it is not something I dreamed up. Do you by any chance know or remember this? So many of the bloggers that were actively posting are gone now, it may have been on their blog and is now deleted. With all the bbg being brought up again, what a nightmare the whole thing was to watch unfold each day, I wondered why this isn't part of a masterpost or something. Thank you for being the voice of reason concerning h and l.

Hi sweetheart. I never saw anything like that, so I know it’s not on my blog. And I can’t even speak to the validity of the gossip.

I’ve seen theories that BG was originally planned for Zayn but then Z left and it was unloaded on Louis and this explains HL’s anger. I don’t know. I tend to think that’s a reach and there was way too much groundwork being laid for them to just toss the ball to another band member.

#babygate

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I’ve been having some thoughts about sub!Eskel. For he is a rare and elusive creature. Geralt? We all know he loves to be tied up, spanked and called baby. But Eskel? He’d look away and grit his teeth.

I usually write him as a dominant partner if I’m going to write D/s (and I know many people are the same, because he exudes the energy), but I think he would be a very good submissive in a very specific set of circumstances. No pet names, careful negotiation and framing of the scene. 

Influenced by discussions I’ve had across several servers about different dynamics, so thanks to anyone who has ever chatted with me about this, you the real MVPs.

I don’t think Eskel would want to be babied. He would hate pet names like darling, sweetheart (just the same as I think he would hate ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’, because these are titles awarded to people who demand respect, but don’t earn it; perhaps a leftover from the trauma of his training, or having to grate out ‘sir’ to an alderman who has just spat in his face, so he can get paid and eat). 

The baby/pet names would feel patronising. He would feel belittled. That’s not to say he would mind it in an equal scenario; he knows people shout all sorts of things when they’re feelin’ good and he’s down with that. But if he’s feeling lesser than? Inferior? He’d hate it. So, no pet names, you call him by his name. Let him keep his identity, the name he chose, the thing that represents him as a person and not a monster. That would be important to him.

(I imagine this would be thoroughly confusing for a Dom like Jaskier, who might struggle to see the nuance of the situation unless it’s carefully negotiated. I have a scenario where he calls Eskel ‘darling’ in a first scene, and Eskel goes into a severe drop when they’re over because of all the feelings tied up in the context of how the word is being used, anyway...).

At first, he’d hate being made to kneel, to prostrate himself, or to do anything where someone is holding authority over him. Because society makes him kneel in the dirt every single day on the Path. He has accepted it, he’s exhausted by it and he doesn’t fight against it, but he will shutdown immediately in a scene, unless... there’s groundwork done first.

And this is where praise and building up Eskel’s sense of worth (to you, as his Dom) comes in. Again, the customary praise of “oh, you’re doing so well, darling”. He’d give them the side eye, bow his head and tune it out. Not a good move. The praise needs to be genuine, it needs to be sparing and it needs to be worded well. In my head, a lot of it would happen through touch; forehead bonks, a hand in his hair. This is a man who gets touched so rarely in any context, I think a firm, meaningful and deliberate touch would be an excellent reward.

Verbally, it would mean telling him that he is strong enough, he is valuable. And then an acknowledgement of his efforts at the end. These phrases may be similar to things he’s used to hearing, phrases that actually meant something (i.e. he picks himself up after falling on the Killer, that’s a big thing, his efforts are acknowledged). 

“Very good. Now do x” - “Make this adjustment. Thank you.” - “You’re strong, even when you’re broken.” - “Only you could be strong enough to take this, Eskel.” - “You have met (and/or surpassed) my expectations, I’m pleased.” 

Aftercare would be important (as it always is). Transitioning him back, keeping that feeling of being valued (not belittled), and then preventing a drop. He’d want to be clean, probably dressed in something, even if not completely, and need food (he’s a big guy and would have burned through helluva lot of calories during a scene). 

Part of me thinks he would want an opportunity to express gratitude? Perhaps an act of service quite soon after, or something as small as spooning his Dom against him.

He would be a challenging submissive. Not because he’d argue with you, or brat out in the traditional sense, but simply because he wouldn’t deal well with some of the more... uh, widely accepted (?!) approaches. It would be a long, winding road of negotiation, but the moment you get a sub like Eskel to float? That he trusts you explicitly in all ways? Hello, dom space.

#Eskel #Sub Eskel #personal thoughts #personal interpretations #not all subs are the same

[dutchdread]

In regard to what you said about how what Squall and Rinoa had wasn't necessarily true love because of them being teenagers, why is it that you even consider that Cloud and Tifa had true love when Cloud is technically a teenager too? Why do you say that you wouldn't like Aerith if she had survived and ended up with Cloud? You act as if Aerith ending up with Cloud is a bad thing. If Aerith survives things could've ended up happening differently for Cloud. He could've ended up happier with her.

To answer this question I think it's important to understand the difference between love and lust, I advise reading an earlier article I wrote about this:

"what is love, baby don't hurt me" There are a couple of things to address here. First, I am not sure I ever said that what Tifa and Cloud had at the end of FFVII was "true love". It's something that I think is up for debate, the fact that they haven't spent a lot of time together yet as actual adults makes me sympathetic to the idea that it's not really that far yet. Personally I find that they satisfy the conditions necessary for it to count as love, but you won't hear me pretend it's already at the same level as the love shared between my parents, who've been together for 40 years. Even in love there are degrees, love can always grow stronger, and I have no doubt that in case of Cloud and Tifa, it would. I am not pretending they start out as the ultimate pinnacle of perfect or true love. One of the most telling differences I think between people who support Cloti, and the people who support Clerith, is that the former are simply more in touch with reality. That having been said, like I mentioned earlier, I do think Tifa and Cloud satisfy the conditions of love that I describe in my article, I'll quickly go over why, but before I do, I think it's important to answer your first question first. "If being teenagers precludes Rinoa and Squall from having true love, why doesn't that same logic apply to Tifa and Cloud?" Well, the short answer is that being a teenager does NOT preclude you from loving someone, and I didn't say that it does. My argument is a bit more subtle than that. It's not that teenagers can't feel love, it's that it's very easy for teenagers to mistake infatuation with love. It's important here to distinguish between two different emotions, no one doubts of course that teenagers love, for instance, their parents, but we both understand that that's not exactly what is meant by love in the romantic sense. We also all know that we can be nervous around a boy or a girl that we barely know, and feel physically attracted to them. However, I think that everyone whose ever had more than one relationship in their life knows that that isn't love, it's merely attraction and a physiological response. It doesn't involve the same deep appreciation and closeness of a person that we associate with love. For me personally, the first girlfriend I ever had was someone I actually rather disliked before they suddenly confessed that they were attracted to me. When we were sitting on her couch a while later with her pressed against my arm my heart was beating out of my chest, I was more nervous than I ever had been before in my life and was borderline hyperventilating. But that had nothing to do with her, and all to do with me being a young boy who was about to make out with a cute girl. But that nervousness isn't love, I didn't love that girl, honestly, even while dating her I still didn't even like her that much as a person, and that "nervousness" quickly faded. My heart beating out of my chest...was not love, conversely, when I am with the person I actually do love, my heart is completely at peace. True romantic love I think lies at the intersection of those two emotions, where you long to be with someone physically, not because your heart is beating too fast, but because they're the physical representation of the complete and complex set of characteristics that make up that person. A state where you understand both yourself, and them, and understand that through everything you have become a part of each other. You would not be yourself if they're not there, because a part of you would be missing. The problem with teenagers in love isn't that they can't form the feelings of such a bond, but that they too often think that's what they're feeling when all it is is raging hormones. They think they can never live without each other but they'll have a new sweetheart 2 months later, because it's the nervousness, the beating chest, the excitement, and not the long deep appreciation of who the other person is and what they actually mean to you. They just feel new strong urges and emotions and ascribe meaning to them

when there barely is any. They lack the mutual understanding that sharing time together creates and which is necessary to understand who the other really is, and what that means. They lack the knowledge of the self needed to understand what is important in life and more importantly, what is, or should be, important to YOU and why. They lack the life experience needed to differentiate between love and infatuation, and they lack the wisdom needed make positive choices concerning which feelings to nurture, which often makes them subservient to their emotions rather than guiding them. Love takes time, it takes commitment, it takes understanding, it takes choices and the willingness to sacrifice, those are the things that bind two people together, through thick and thin, as they say. The good, and the bad. In a way, Cloud and Tifa perfectly represent that long slowly developing strength of mutual importance, while Aerith is more like a representation of the temporary hurricane of affection that we often ascribe with something new. This is the reason why Aerith was described by the developers as being like an exchange student who leaves midway through the schoolyear. This is the reason why Cloti is so often described as a "slow burn". The reason Cloud and Tifa are slightly exempt from the "teenagers in love" problem, although it does still factor in, is that their bond didn't start a week before the end of the game. Their bond started when they were kids. Tifa has been an integral part of Clouds life for his entire life, to the point where he decided to join SOLDIER, aka, the army, just in the hopes of getting Tifa to notice him. That is a decision, that is a commitment, that is Cloud tying Tifa into his sense of self ever since he was a boy, he didn't just sit around "wanting" her, he made a decision, to not just "desire her" or be "in love" with her, but an active decision to live his life with her as a central part of it. Those sorts of decisions and action form what you care about and value, what you deem as important, what you see as "you" and your life. Cloud had a type of love for Tifa long before he ever started developing any sexual urges. And Tifa doesn't just fit what he sees as important, he has made her important his entire life. In a way, he's molded himself over time so that the things he treasures, are the things she exhibits. More than that, the entire premise of Clouds character arc is rooted in him finding his true self. I mentioned earlier that a crucial part of love is knowing who you are, and what you treasure and why, and FFVII literally gives us a direct manifestation of Cloud finding himself in the lifestream.....and it's Tifa. There is no question here of whether Cloud knows who he is, what he treasures in a woman, and whether Tifa fits that mold, because Tifa made that mold. Concerning time, Cloud spent over a decade being in love with Tifa, she's not just a part of who he is, but she's such a part of who he is that when he lost her belief in him, he lost faith in himself and who he is. There is no question that these two characters lives are fundamentally emotionally intermingled. Cloud would not be Cloud without Tifa. And the same goes for Tifa, who has always held the image of Cloud close as a sort of representation of what is important. First like an unattainable star in the sky, then as a boy. Cloud is not just someone who has always been important to her, he's also her last link to her childhood, those things form bonds. Tifa is compassionate, and I've always been able to pinpoint the moment where in my opinion Tifa went from having a crush, to displaying true love, and its' the moment where she decides to spend that last days of her life caring for Cloud in a coma. That is not a small decision, and those decisions matter, they're not just telling the world something, they're telling YOURSELF something. When you make such a decision, you cement what is important to you. Through thick and thin. Tifa chose Cloud, she chose to believe in the memories they share together, not of the

memories of the last few weeks, but of the boy who asked her to the water tower all those years ago. Tifa, like Cloud, found herself during FFVII, Tifa knew what she cherished, it wasn't soldier Cloud, it was the Cloud she knew, the REAL Cloud, and her selflessness and conviction is rewarded.

I'd say that pretty much says it all, the groundwork is in place, the only thing needed after that is for a person to CHOOSE to go for it, to not give up, and that's what we get in the events before, during, and after ACC. That the two are willing to sacrifice and work on it, because they know that the other is worth it. And Tifa and Cloud have that as well. When Tifa is feeling down in case of Tifa, Cloud says he'll be there for her, when Cloud is having difficulties in ACC, Tifa never gives up on him. Ultimately Tifa is the glue of this relationship, because she has proven that she will never give up, and that's why her love is real, and why Cloud and Tifa ultimately will succeed as a couple. Cloud and Tifa have a difficult start to their relationship because of factors external to their feelings towards each other, but when you purely look at the basis of their relationship and feelings for each other, it's one of the strongest foundations in fiction. They have to weather a lot of storms together, but the reason the story can throw those storms at them, is that they have the foundation that allows them to handle it and grow stronger. "Why do you say that you wouldn't like Aerith if she had survived and ended up with Cloud?" I don't say that, I say that I don't like the Aerith version that exists in the minds of Clerith, and I don't. What I say specifically about Aerith surviving and ending up with Cloud is that I don't like that story, I think it would be a fundamentally bad story. I do say that I would not like Aerith if she knew the future, or anything really about the relationship between Tifa and Cloud, and still chose to try and get between that. Because setting aside all the shameless "Cloud/Tifa doesn't own Tifa/Cloud, they can do what they want" arguments, we all know that if your friend has someone they've cared about for a long time, and they're hitting in off, and you then try to get between that....you're scum, and I do not want you in my group of friends. I've known people like that, they're not kind. I also say that I wouldn't like that character, which is different from not liking Aerith as a person. A person can be sweet and likable and I can still not like their character if I think that the character is a hindrance to the story. "If Aerith survives things could've ended up happening differently for Cloud. He could've ended up happier with her." And if pigs had wings perhaps they could fly, or perhaps they couldn't. Perhaps had Aerith lived Cloud would have somehow married Scarlet, or perhaps if Aerith had lived Cloud would have been miserable and drank himself to death. I don't care about baseless speculation. Listen, I have no doubt that if Aerith had lived, Cloud would be happier, since it would be one less death on his consciousness, but he'd be happier WITH TIFA, Aerith living or dying has zero impact on who he ends up with and saying "maybe" is absolutely meaningless. Maybe if Aerith had lived, Tifa would have died, and the world would have ended because I don't need to be a fortune teller to predict that if Tifa died, Cloud wouldn't have come back from that. Honestly, saying "perhaps if Aerith had lived he'd be happier with her" is such a blatant attempt at trying to sneak shit past the radar that it honestly bugs me, you can take that implication back to the Clerith boards where dishonest takes live.

#Cloti #FFVII #ffvii remake #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough

[poppy-metal]

tattoo artist sukuna who always flirts with you when you come with your friend whos getting their sleeve done

this has been sitting in my inbox bc its all i can think abt </3

sukuna who you always watch when he leans over your freind, intense concentration on his face as he lays down the groundwork. sukuna with his tattoo gun poised so elegantly in his hand as he works. sukuna with his own tattoos adorning his arms and one going up his neck.

sukuna who always taunts you about being able to give you a girly tattoo if that's what you want. "i can design you a pretty sick flower, if that's up your alley princess"

sukuna who always immediately smirks whenever he sees you trialing behind your freind into his shop. sukuna who somehow convinces you, a baby when it comes to pain, to get a tattoo, albeit a small one.

sukuna who is uncharacteristically gentle as he guides you where he needs to, smirk soft. "promise to be extra gentle with you, yeah? just trust me, sweetheart, you'll look cute"

#ask #frens <3 #sukuna ryomen x reader

[fweasleyswhore]

F.W. Who We Are

Chapter One: One More Time

a/n: ok chapter one! i was going to start with a one shot but got rather carried away with this idea so this will prob be a three - five chapter kind of thing. hope you like it !!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader / Slytherin!reader

Summary: fred and george tell you their idea for a new prank. cute fluff with some memories. (groundwork for upcoming chapters)

Word Count: 3.2k

I always looked forward to Christmas, every year it was a chance to go home and relax, considering everything that had happened in the past two years, watching your friends battle death itself when they themselves barely understood it as it is. I looked at Ron, Hermione, and Harry like little siblings, and watching them constantly get tackled with hardships and pain hurt me. I often put myself out on the line for them, I was only a year older than them but I knew if in their position I would want help too. 

Ron was actually how I met Fred and George, although I knew of them due to their pranks on the student body I didn’t know them personally. Their company was worth the many times I stuck my neck out for the trio. I reminisced on the times I almost died or nearly got expelled but it was completely worth it, my friendship blossomed with George first, he never let me forget how I helped save Ron and Harry from the forbidden forest spiders, he would go as far as to tease Ron about having a crush on me but I assured him Ron had a thing for Hermione. Fred took longer to warm up to me though, I thought he hated me at first but he’s a sweetheart, just was shy, I understood why with my house being what it was. 

“Ah, my favorite imposter. How are you Y/N?” George asks. I turn around from my position on the couch, grinning up to George and Fred. The Gryffindor common room had become like a second home to me. I believe I spend more time here than my Slytherin common room, the portrait just lets me in, although I believe that may be because it was hexed by the twins. 

“I am doing swimmingly George, although I would be doing better had you two arrived on time.” I said, still smiling. It was no secret that the boys tended to make plans and be anywhere from 20 to nearly 40 minutes late. 

“Have you ever considered that you are always early? We never said 2 o’clock I remember us saying 2-ish.” Fred said as he plopped down on the couch. He adjusted for a moment finally sprawling about and placing his head in my lap. He grinned up to me and I could feel my face begin to flush. I turned my attention to George who promptly smacked Fred on the forehead, I assume for taking all the space up on the couch before sitting on the floor in front of us. 

Finally, I spoke again once I knew that my voice wouldn’t falter. “2-ish does not mean after 3.” I flicked Fred on the head and he yelped dramatically and placed his hand over his heart with a hurt look on his face. 

“You can’t act like you want our company and then bully us!” Fred said, drawing out his dramatics. I rolled my eyes. 

“Wrong.” I chirped, looking down at the beautiful boy under me. I nearly forgot to speak, I was so transfixed on his eyes. “I’m not bullying George.” 

George snorted and threw his head back laughing. Fred glared at me and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. My eyes moved down looking at his lips. Don’t stare at your best friend’s lips Y/N. I shook my head at the thoughts of Fred’s lips and instead looked at George who was smirking at me. He had caught me multiple times ogling at his twin. The first time he confronted me about his question was “Why not me, I’m obviously the better-looking twin!” which earned him a good punch in the arm. I had never admitted to the growing crush I had on Fred to him but then again I never denied it either. That was enough for my private teasing from him. I ignored him and pressed on. 

“Now will you tell me what the plan is, you keep almost telling me and I swear to Merlin if you don’t tell me this time…” I trailed off while giving them both a stern glare to which they both snickered at. I raised my hand to flick Fred again, his eyes widened with fear. “Ok fine!” he exclaimed. “George tell her before she bruises me!” He looked pleadingly at his brother who only rolled his eyes before getting up and looking around making sure we were alone. My hand was still raised and pointed at Fred’s forehead but my eyes were trained on George inspecting the common room. Before I could react Fred had lifted my cardigan and successfully shifted himself so his face was now pressed against my shirt while my cardigan covered his head. 

“Hey!” I yelled while pulling my cardigan back but to no avail, his grip was on it tight. 

“You can’t flick me now Y/N! My forehead is safe!” He yelled into my stomach. I looked up to George who was now sitting in front of us making kissy faces. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a pillow that I promptly chucked at his head but he caught.

Now hugging the pillow against his chest George looked very serious. He lowered his voice when he spoke.  “We need you to help us with this prank because you are a Slytherin.” His eyes met mine pleadingly. My hands stopped wrestling Freds for ownership over my cardigan as I looked at George. 

“Haven’t I already told you guys I’m not helping you torture my house because then my house would torture me? Do you not remember last year?!” I huffed. I hadn’t forgotten the year before when I let them hang out with me in the Slytherin common room. They had offered to help me study but they had ulterior motives, motives which laid with turning most of the other students in the common room into birds. Once I realized what was happening which wasn’t long after a few screams and a lot of feathers being strewn about, I had grabbed the back of their collars and threw them out. Even after shutting the door in their faces, I could hear them laughing on the other side. I spent the rest of my evening burning their Feathered Figs and transfiguring birds back into students. It didn’t upset me too much until I had about five teary first years coughing up feathers and sobbing. I rushed all the ex-bird people to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing who took care of them. 

Soon enough, Snape had found out, rushed into the hospital wing, grabbed the back of my neck, and pushed me out. Once we were out of earshot he let out on me, he demanded to know the origins of the candies and I took the fall. Saying that I had bought some candies from Honeydukes and Zonkos for friends and got them mixed up. He huffed and gave me a week of detention. It took me two weeks to even look at the twins, they had done everything in their power to try and get my attention on them again but I ignored them. Purposely sitting with Cedric or Luna every day at lunch and dinner. 

After a week and a half of me ignoring them, I was sitting in the courtyard with Cedric. It was our Tuesday tradition to spend the afternoon together doing homework or more likely procrastinating together. Ever since my first year, even after I was sorted in Slytherin, Cedric made time to be with me. He didn’t care so much as some other people who I thought I was friends with before, he said he knew I was a kind person and didn’t see that changing. His kindness was something I always appreciated. Something I didn’t always appreciate was his ability to read me. He always seems to know what is bubbling under the surface, and always knew exactly what to say to help. In this instance, it was to hear the twins out. I remember us fighting about it but in the end, he was right. I had been missing their company more than I had liked to admit, and in my attempts to ignore them I had also been ignoring Harry, Hermione, and Ron. 

The guilt ate away at my chest and I went to the Black Lake, a place the twins and I would meet to blow off steam. Almost like they had telepathic powers, they arrived nearly five minutes after I did, both panting heavily as though they had sprinted from across the castle. Fred was teary-eyed and George held a guilty look on his face. They hugged me at the same time and told me how much they have been dying without me. I laughed, then cried, which freaked them both out because they hugged me with too much force. I smacked them both on the head. 

“Don’t ever use me like that again,” I said sternly. They both nodded looking guiltily at their feet. “Because Merlin I missed you so much.” Their heads snapped up and they smiled, I smiled back. “It’s damn hard to stay mad at you.” I laughed out the words and their smiles grew. “Especially when you are stalking me.” 

Fred and George glanced at each other then laughed. I gave them a puzzled look. “We weren’t planning on stalking you.” George grinned. 

“Not that intensely at least,” Fred added and George shook his head again. “After 3 days Hermione sat us down and lectured us. She told us about your detention, how you took the fall for us-” “Made us feel like foul gits, she did.” George piked in, crossing his arms. Fred nodded enthusiastically. “She told us if we had just driven away one of her best friends and-” he untucked his arms to use air quotes, “The only other girl in the group.” He rolled his eyes. “She would make us wish we weren’t born. I told her you were more like one of the guys in the group and well, she didn’t like that at all.” His eyes went wide at the end of his sentence. I smacked him on the arm. 

“Well I don’t either you git!” I laughed. “At least I know Hermione will always have my back.” I threw my hand on my chest rather dramatically.  

“I will too you know,” Fred spoke up. I looked at him with my brows furrowed. Did he really just? “have your back, I will always be there.” He smiled softly at me and my knees felt like they were going to give out. Something about his soft smile just made my heart swell up. 

We spent the rest of the evening at the lake. Eventually, I laid my head in Fred’s lap, my feet residing in the lap of George. Talked so much that we missed dinner. I hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten until I saw the darkened windows of the castle indicating that everyone had moved up to their dormitories. I shot straight up, bringing myself then the two boys to their feet before jogging towards the castle. They walked me to the Slytherin common room through a secret passage they had found the year prior. Once we got to the painting I looked at both of them. We all had a sudden hesitance to do anything, but not wanting to leave. 

“Well,” I coughed the word out. “Goodnight then.” I smiled at them weakly. George pulled me into one of his famous bear hugs. I laughed into his chest and hugged back. When he finally released me I turned to Fred. My cheeks were burning but it was too dark for him to notice and thank Merlin for that. He quickly wrapped me up as well but his hug felt different. His hands didn’t rest on my back like Georges did, they wrapped around my waist and brought me in tightly. His head was placed in the crook of my neck. With his hands and breath on me, I was feeling dizzy. I stood on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders. 

“I don’t want you to go, we just got you back.” He murmured into my neck. I squeezed him into me as a response to tell him I felt the same, not trusting my voice to remain steady, before releasing him. When I looked back at him his face resembled a kicked puppy, he looked sad, his brown eyes which usually gleamed with mischief were now glossed with sadness. 

“We could always sneak her into our dorms,” George said, raising his brows at me. “I think I’ve done it about a dozen times with Angela, really easy.” Fred and I both stared at George with our jaws on the floor. After realizing what he had said George turned red. “N-Not like that!” He said loudly. Fred and I looked at each other, we both had the same look on our face- disbelief. Soon enough the secret passageway was echoing with laughter. I had to grab Fred’s arm to balance myself, my own laughter causing my legs to feel like jelly and my stomach to cramp up. He was quick to support me by placing his arm around my waist and pulling me into him, my hands rested on his chest but I couldn’t think of it to be flustered. I was still struggling to breathe and stop laughing. 

“Really mate, did you have to bribe her?” Fred asked between chuckles. George didn’t respond; he just huffed angrily and leaned against the wall very over our antics. 

After grabbing some things I would need from my dorm I spent the night in Fred’s dorm. George told me he simply would not have me because I continued to giggle about the thought of him and Angela together while sneaking into the Gryffindor common room. I didn’t think much about it until George excused himself for bed, not before winking at me and making glances between me and Fred. My face turned red but Fred didn’t notice too busy focusing on finding a sweater to sleep in. He and I sat and talked for a while. 

“I can leave so you can change. You probably don’t want to sleep in your uniform.” He laughed while standing. I immediately facepalmed myself for forgetting to bring nightclothes. Fred noticed. “Of course you did.” He laughed seemingly being able to read my mind. 

“Shut up! You wouldn’t have thought to grab a new uniform if the roles were reversed and I got that!” I huffed, embarrassed. I stood too and shook off my robe. “My uniform isn’t too bad, I can just sleep in it.” Fred looked at me like I had grown a second head. “What!?” 

“You’re going to be uncomfortable!” He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that bad Fred.” I smiled. 

He began to ruffle through his drawer and mutter to himself. Finally, after going through all of his drawers he handed me a pair of sweatpants that looked like they wouldn’t have fit Fred in years. His legs were far too long. Before I could say anything he was taking off his F sweater, as he did his shirt was pulled up and exposed his midriff. He handed me that too and I stared at the clothes instead of him, my cheeks burning. “I’ll be outside the door, let me know when you’re finished.” He stood there for a second longer, hesitating like there was something else he needed to say or do. But then he was out of the room without another word. 

I pulled my uniform off, actually excited to be out of it. I pulled the sweatpants on first, they pooled at my ankles and slid down my hips. I tied the strings tighter to fit my frame more comfortably before cuffing the bottom of the pants so I wouldn’t trip on them. Then I slid Fred’s sweater over my head. It smelled just like him which made me smile, the sleeves ended past my fingers, and the bottom of the sweater ended a little past my mid-thigh. I smiled to myself while I could, there was something so comforting about being in his clothes even when they were so oversized. 

I let him back into the room and he looked at me for a moment. Having his eyes rack over my body made me suddenly very self-conscious and I hung my head to hide my red cheeks. He quickly walked over to the bed and grabbed the sleeve that hung from my hand, pulling me with him. “You should read to me that muggle book you keep talking about.” He finally spoke. 

My cheeks burned red. “You remembered?” He hummed in response while moving his other arm under his head. He turned to look at me. “Did you bring it?” 

I scoffed. “You know I take it everywhere with me.” He grinned at me. “That I do, go get it.” 

I spent the next long while reading to him. He was quick to ask questions which I had to refrain from answering and spoiling the future chapters. When my speech began to slow he instructed me to move and give him the book. I laid my head on his chest and listened to it rumble as he spoke. He continued to read with a lot of enthusiasm. I don’t remember much but I do remember waking up in his arms the next day. 

“Y/N!” I snapped my head up, pushing the events of last year back to the depths of my mind. It didn’t mean anything. I had to remind myself. Fred was a touchy person, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had done that with many people, that being said I never asked. I knew that if my suspicions were true my heart would shatter that I wasn’t for a fact special to him. I didn’t want to ruin my memory of that night. It was something I thought back to quite a bit. 

“How many times are you gonna make us apologize for that?” I smiled smugly and rolled my eyes. 

“I didn’t ask you to apologize again, just not include me in pranks against my house.” I sighed. Fred had finally released his hold on my cardigan and pulled his head out. His long hair was a mess and some of it had fallen into his forehead. He looked up at me with a smile I couldn’t help but smile back. 

“That’s the great thing Y/N, the prank isn’t against your house technically speaking.” He shot me a wink that made me giggle. I brought up a hand and brushed his hair out of his face. “And how is that, technically speaking.” I made sure to draw out technically the same way that Fred did and I looked between the two brothers. They were looking between themselves almost as if they were speaking telepathically. 

“It’s on Snape,” George said smugly. “So technically not your house, just the head of the said house.” My eyes shot open and I jumped up knocking Fred off of me in the process. I could hear him whisper something but I was too caught up in the multiple thoughts running through my head. 

The boys looked at me expectantly, Fred rubbing the back of his head where it had made a harsh impact with my knee. 

“How can I help?” I grinned wildly, this was going to be my favorite prank yet. 

Chapter Two 

#fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #george weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #weasleys wizard wheezes #harry potter characters #harry potter #fred weasley imagine

[seeminglyseph]

I really am kinda tickled that while I didn’t pick up on Cove being on the autism spectrum in my first playthrough, but still managed to be his best buddy just based purely on my having been a weird kid too. the little narrative choices like “you could tell he was actually listening to you unlike Shiloh” like had my little ADHD kid brain like ‘oh I would have been so on this level if my dad’d had any tolerance for weird or annoying things’

“He taps his hands on his knees” “he does a little shimmy to express happiness” “he goes nonverbal until he’s put all the words he wants together” “He didn’t really figure out or feel comfortable with sexual attraction until a while after his peers were dipping their toes on” “He sulks and mopes and cares a lot about the textures of food despite being a big eater” “He’s nervous about trying new things and being direct about support will just make him double down on his discomfort.” “When he gets upset he can throw a ‘tantrum’ or a sulk for a while”

And me of course, not even remotely neurotypical am sitting there like “These all seem like normal behaviours that other people made me feel bad about, what would I have liked to hear?”

And honestly because of that I feel a lot of authenticity in that. Probably Cove shows more of the big distress side effects if you’re not good at being understanding? I haven’t done that yet, but I am watching a playthrough that is picking options that seem like......... normal people options. And Cove has not become friends with their character and the behaviour is very different. It’s almost funny to watch someone struggle entirely through childhood to befriend him. I mean not in a mean way, but it feels like watching what it was like to try and maybe befriend *me* as a kid. I was so shocked when Cove didn’t go tell their MC they were running away when in my first play through he didn’t object at all to me coming along and in the next one was only a bit resistant because I wasn’t on crush and was building a platonic BFF groundwork, and I think that little bit of shyness and affection can change how he thinks of you.

Though I am liking the Best Friends to Lovers path as much as Childhood Sweethearts. though part of it is just learning the character I’m making as much as how Cove reacts. I mean if Cove supports Ari then it makes sense for me to make Ari more confident, if Ari’s more confident he can support Cove more which can improve Cove’s confidence as well.

I think I want to write in the five year gap between 8 and 13 the weird feeling of being AFAB, growing up as a girl, and having to deal with people getting weird about your friendships with boys suddenly. I know everyone is super accepting in the game but in my head I just can’t imagine it not being traumatic and stressful to go from a world where you were the same as your best friend and then he gets to keep being a boy and your body starts turning into a girl’s. Especially if you don’t really have any strong male figures in your life except the guy who kind of idolizes your moms and has too much of a guilt complex to think he could actually contribute to the co-parenting system. Though in my headcanons Ari eventually does work up the nerve to talk to him, and Kyra some, his moms are a little sad he doesn’t go to them, but eventually it does get explained that he just wanted to get help from someone who didn’t look at him and see their “baby girl” who would treat getting your period and needing a new bra as proud moments of coming into her own and not a horrifying twist of your body deciding for you what you get to be. Plus as forward thinking as the game is it takes place like 90′s-2000′s sorta and my bro, no one was diagnosing tomboys with gender dysphoria in the 90′s, it was way more likely people assumed you’d grow out of your childish behaviour and grow up to be a proper lady.

it’s not what the game’s about and it’s one small side option for character creation so I don’t expect it to be present in the game, but I can’t help but create a universe around them in my imagination XD

#seph plays our life #I don't wanna be a bit ruffle the feathers of queer families like somehow you need a dad and a mom or something that's bs #but pam and 'lani did not need to live in an area with their adopted children that was almost entirely dedicated to retirees #jeremy and cliff bemoan the stupidity of bringing a kid to a town for the elderly but no one questions why we're here #why did you move your children into an isolated resort town on the beach and then get mad if they get dirty #also bitch I didn't even get to choose how you made it up to me when you fucking bailed on me in a market with no warning #they're great but they're also control freaks pleaaaasssseeeee

[sun-undone]

more wkbz discussion: Axel edition

Okay so I want to preface this with the fact that I think Axel is an absolute sweetheart who deserved better. But I just have some thoughts about how his character was utilized and how it kinda bothers me and also points out one of the biggest failures of the show in terms of character development, imo.

So we meet Axel when Christiane first meets him at Zoo Station, and they have a super cute, wholesome conversation about haircare and well wishes. And although he is our introduction to H, he is also quickly characterized as this super kind, lovable, sort of goofy guy, which is an interesting juxtaposition that I don’t have the brainpower to get into right now. 

Bottom line, he’s a good dude, despite being addicted to H. I just really wish he didn’t also have a massive crush on Christiane, which quickly becomes conflated with his kindness to act as his only character trait.

Maybe I just have something personal against this and it’s more of a me problem, but I absolutely despise the trope of “super nice guy who tries to protect and win over the girl he’s in love with even though she doesn’t love him back”. And that’s like the entirety of Axel’s storyline. That’s it. He has a crush on Christiane, tries to win her over, even warns her against taking one of Benno’s trips at one point, and spends the entirety of his time in the series just being extra nice to her, even though he knows she is with Benno. I really don’t get why Axel had to be in love with Christiane other than to add a love triangle element (but imo they had much better groundwork for a love triangle in the form of Michi/Benno/Christiane) and some extra, teenager-y drama. It makes the show feel more like a dumb CW show sometimes, and it just seems pointless because Christiane never shows any sign of being attracted to Axel when he’s still alive. The only time she questions her feelings for him is after his death because of the grief involved in losing him. 

While I was trying to organize my thoughts about Axel’s character, I realized that the majority of the clique is obsessed with Christiane or Benno in some way, either from jealousy, infatuation, or both. Christiane and Benno are obviously infatuated with one another, Axel is infatuated with Christiane, Michi is infatuated with Benno and jealous of Christiane, and apparently even Stella is infatuated with Christiane and jealous of Benno (i really don’t remember any instances of that, but apparently lena urzendowsky mentioned it in an interview). Realizing that crazy web of obsession also opened my eyes to my bigger complaint about how the interpersonal relationships were handled on the show: every character sticks with a set amount of other characters and rarely/never has any interactions with anyone outside of those set relationships that are chosen for them very early on. For example, did Benno and Babsi ever interact meaningfully? What about Stella and Benno? Stella and Michi? Babsi and Michi? Axel and any girl besides Christiane? From the very beginning, it’s evident which duos and trios will be important, and all other ones are just nonexistent. It makes the clique overall feel like less of a cohesive group and more like an amalgamation of individual relationships, all of which are somehow, loosely connected to one another. 

I just think we could’ve learned more about all of the characters if they’d been allowed to have interactions outside of their “most important” ones. And Axel is a great example of that. Also, if he hadn’t been in love with Christiane, I personally think it would’ve made his kind nature more genuine and striking as a character trait, especially as an addict. If we’d seen more instances of him being generous to other people other than just Christiane, I just would’ve liked his character even more. At a certain point, it seemed like his character only existed in relation to Christiane. His entire character was him loving her and that love not being reciprocated. I just don’t like it when someone is supposed to be naturally kindhearted but is then mostly shown being kind to the person that they’re trying to be in a relationship with. It makes it feel cheaper, even if it really is still genuine. I personally would’ve much preferred if Axel was just this nice guy who just happens to be a little protective over Christiane because he’s older and more experienced with drugs than she is, with no underlying crush to complicate that kindness. 

Is there really a purpose for Axel being in love with Christiane? What does that add to the narrative, to his character, to her character? If they wanted to show a foil to Benno and point out the flaws in his relationship with Christiane, I absolutely do not think they needed to use most of Axel’s screentime to do that.

I just thought this misuse (what I perceive to be a misuse) of Axel’s character was distracting and a bit annoying at times, but I’d love to hear other opinions and thoughts about this. 

#wir kinder vom bahnhof zoo #we children from bahnhof zoo #jeremias meyer #lea drinda #lena urzendowksy #michelangelo fortuzzi #jana mckinnon #bruno alexander #wkbz #i really just impulsively threw this together on a caffeine rush so i apologize if it’s dumb

[deus-ex-knoxina]

dark!nicky

okay so today is apparently ‘birl goes on tumblr instead of working’ day so let’s hope i can get this post out quick because i have a meeting in under an hour but i CANNOT stop thinking about dark!nicky, SPECIFICALLY yet another mob au because i feel like i always see them with the same people!!!

and i do love fics where andrew or neil or whoever is some sort of mobster but listen. nicky as a mafia boss has SO MUCH POTENTIAL

let’s review all the things nicky has done that prove that he has the iron will, patience, shrewdness, and drive to make a dark take on him VERY interesting:

kept luther and maria from getting custody of the twinyards

also, kept the twinyards alive i mean?? andrew and aaron have never been noted for their self care! sure andrew was the one who ‘got aaron sober’ but i bet i know who was there to pick up the pieces that crawled out of that bathroom and that cannot have been an easy task

did this despite being barely out of high school himself, probably with little to no savings to speak of

excellent at picking his battles, nicky probably provokes andrew the most out of like. everyone in that series, and yet he never gets choked out, unlike, say, allison or kevin. backing down doesn’t seem particularly heroic but you have to admit his self-preservation skills are pretty incredible, he manages to weasel his way out of getting murdered by andrew MANY times

he also actively tries to be, like, cheerful and talkative and create a fun lighthearted atmosphere which cannot be easy when your friends are the twinyards and kevin, and i maintain that nicky’s ‘happy face’ is a skill he learned a long time ago

committed to staying in the states for FIVE MORE YEARS to stick with his cousins while they got through college i mean WHAT. and guess what?? he got what he wanted out of it

he’s also the one who provides neil with a lot of the gossip, history, and background info on their teammates, and acquiring that must be quite a trick since at that point andrew’s determined to not let them associate with the upperclassmen

he puts together pretty fucking quickly that the way to get andrew to do things is to ask neil to ask him

i’m also thinking about the line ‘renee’s a sweetheart. be nice to her’ and how actually, yes, nicky is 100% right. renee, for all her past, is a sweetheart who is doing her best to leave her past in the past, and if you *aren’t* nice to her, you will regret it very soon.

let’s also not forget that one time he got a red card, i know neil said it wasn’t like him to start fights on the court i just like remembering it

nicky plays the long game and is ready to wait and lay groundwork for what he wants, and he’s more perceptive than he lets on. a mafia led by nicholas hemmick would be very dangerous indeed, because nobody would know to take them seriously until it was much too late to do anything about it. 

let nicky hemmick be a dark bamf 2k20!!!!!!!!!!

#nicky hemmick #i should change the title of my blog this is a nicky stan blog now #in fact i think i will go do that rn #aftg #my posts #also i just want nicky to get some revenge gdi #fuck letting go and living well #let him scare the SHIT out of his parents