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ventiswampwater · 1 year

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⚠️ WIP’S??? FIVE OF THEM??? FROM ME??? UNPRECEDENTED 💀

This is by no means all of the WIP’s that are lurking around my fic folder......but these are the only ones that have been plotted out to such a degree that I KNOW they’ll eventually be fully fledged fics. (Other, ephemeral fic ideas revolve around The Driller Killer from SPM2 and Lady D from RE8.....but......we shall see......)

If you peek under the cut, there are a handful of excerpts (of varying lengths) from all five of these! All of these are NSFW fics, but not every excerpt is smutty!

⚠️ mentions of animal death/slaughterhouse conditions

The killing served a purpose. It was the only way to get back to his table where he could sink into the movement and the cutting and the blades.

All you have to be is useful, Tommy.

If you’ve been useful then you’ve done enough. There’s nothing more you had to do. There was only one way to go when you stood on the ramp, and it was here. The cattle never understood that. They came because they had to.

For the first five years, there were always new faces to replace the old ones, new hands to help hoist the meat off the hooks. Snatches of conversation in his ears, the metal slam of lunch pails. People were always talking about how things changed, but it all seemed the same as it ever was. You just had to be willing to work, even when it was hard. Not everyone could do that.

Things only die if you let them—beyond that was dust and dirt and sky.

Each year, the drought held Fuller in her cracked, bleeding palm. She was the determined sort and the town fit so well in her grip. The crowds around the tables thinned, the timecards on the wall grew scattered and few. Throughout all those years, the fifth slot from the top remained empty.

Ten years is a long time to go without rain.

⚠️ voyeurism, stupid deep thotz from goofy dumb frog man

You’re alone out here—at least, you think you are. It’s a nice thought, isn’t it? Comforting, warm—not unlike all the buttery yellow light spilling out of your wide-open windows.

You’re off the beaten path and there’s nothing to fear out here, no one to hide from. Nothing but the dark to watch as you reach up to fish in the cupboards, your shirt riding up your stomach. And the dark does watch you—it, and everything in it.

A woman alone in a house in the middle of the night. They’ve been telling stories about you for years. People have seen it countless times, stuffed into air-conditioned theaters, watching imaginary versions of this scene a thousand times over. If they exited the theater they could find her on the newsstand—she splatters the headlines, her name cried out over police sirens. They stay in the theater because reality isn’t what they want, not now. They want her. You, she, the woman past the glass—an unknowing siren. Mythic. The audience knows she isn’t really alone. They grip onto their popcorn buckets with greasy hands, the air thick with the imagined tension. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, hums along with the jingle on the television.

She’s beautiful. She’s innocent. She’s on the edge of so much danger. It’s sitting out there in the dark, staring at her through the window.

Maybe, through the lens of the pimply teenage boy, his hand fishing lecherously into his popcorn bucket, you like it. The woman in the house keeps her windows open as if she knows she has an audience, like she wants them to see her. They want to look in and she obliges. Maybe. There’s truth in that, truth in every adolescent fantasy.

You wander around your empty house, waiting for a man who won’t come. His appearance has been…interrupted.

Leslie peers around the tree, knocking his sickle against the wood in anticipation.

⚠️ references to canon violence/trauma

“What are you going to school for?”

“Um. I’m not sure anymore.” She sips at her coffee. “It was Marketing and Advertising, but I don’t know if I’m still doing that.”

“Not your thing anymore?”

“I don’t know.” She shakes her head, huffing out a bemused hiss of breath, squinting out at the square. She sits with the words in her mouth for a second. “Sometimes I feel like it is, like, it really is, still. And then, like, I don’t. Like, I used to make all kinds of things. And I just…can’t, anymore. And when I do, it’s…different. It doesn’t feel like me anymore.”

“What changed?”

I lost some people. I put off a lot of stuff. I told her to tell him the truth, but I never managed to do that myself. Little hypocritical, Carly.

My finger’s gone. They never found it.

His pockets had been empty.

“I’ve had a weird year.” She looks over at you, staring at the buttons on your coat. “Like, really weird.”

“I’ve had weird years.”

“Yeah, but…uh.” She smiles at your hands. Your nails are a deep blue today. “Mine…was definitely weirder.”

⚠️🔥tiny snippet of smut, mommy kink + light puppy play

“Hold on.” Tiffany pulls back, pursing her lips. Tilting your chin up, her forehead wrinkles as she scans your face. She snorts out an incredulous giggle. “Is that my lipstick?”

“You, uh. You left it in my car. I…borrowed it.”

“You little thief!” She grins, her eyes alight with manic glee. “Always acting like you’re so innocent! Who knows what else you’ve snatched?”

Giggling, she drags her thumb down your lips, smearing the lipstick onto your chin. You gaze up at her, swallowing nervously.

“Oh god, you’re a mess, baby.” She clicks her tongue against her teeth, shaking her head. "You stealing my panties too? Taking ‘em home to rub that nasty little pussy on?”

"Uh—”

She grinds down on your lap, beaming. Holding onto your chin, she mashes your lips together, moving your head up and down in an affirmative nod.

“Yep, princess! I know you are.” She cackles, the tip of her tongue peeking from between her teeth. “That’s pathetic.”

“Mommy—”

“Watch it, pipsqueak.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder, regarding you with twinkling eyes. “Anyway, puppies don’t talk, right?“

You nod enthusiastically, blinking up at her.

⚠️🔥tiny snippet of smut, light degradation, depersonalization + lost autonomy

The discomfort crests over and suddenly you feel loose and pliant, eagerly rocking back against the thickness of his fingers. It’s just another thing you were made for, just something else to give to him over and over.

Bo laughs. You can hear the grin that’s plastered across his face.

“Oh, she likes it.” His voice pulls another moan from your mouth. “This ain’t natural, baby.”

Of course it isn’t. None of this is. Wax carrots, stores full of beetles and rot. Everything in this town was the idea of something else. Things that used to be other things, left to decay and waste away behind glass. And you’re one of those things—you always were.

“You ‘member when I met ya’, darlin?”

The rest of the world keeps moving, thundering away. At least, it must be. The people that come to town and never leave came from somewhere, didn’t they? The stripped corpses of cars on the side of the street are reminders that life exists outside of this place.

There are cars in other towns, parked on different streets. There are places without dust. There are always other futures. Sometimes you turn down the wrong road, and sometimes you die. Sometimes you don’t. That’s just the way these things go.

Here, who are you?

Another person at the wrong place at the wrong time—the wrong face, the wrong mouth. Something just wrong enough about you that you can’t leave. For how long, you’re not entirely sure. You’re running on borrowed time, and everything ends here eventually.

There, what were you?

The world keeps turning without you. It wasn’t going to stop. It doesn’t know of this place. It doesn’t know about you. It used to, maybe. But it forgot.

Does it matter?

To be kept forever, preserved here. It’s better to be something than nothing, isn’t it? When they touch you, you’re an idea. You’re a dream. Dead to the world, fucking yourself back on his fingers. It feels good, it feels bad. Something that is nothing that is something again. That’s the point.

“Don’t you be selfish, now!” Bo’s voice cuts through the haze of your brain. He grabs onto your hair, tugging your head up. “Thought we were showin’ Vincent a good time, darlin’?”

#sam speaks #my writing #<-I need to come up w/some kinda tag for incomplete fics/wip stuff methinks #all of these excerpts are v v rough but they are. the LEAST rough. of the rough draft sdjfhjhdfsjhdfs

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thejadecount · 2 years

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Okay so I’m obsessed with Crossover AUs nowadays

Because sure yeah they’ll never happen like you can’t have ghosts AND aliens AND demons in one universe with all those protagonists too much shit would be going on ALONG WITH COLLEGE

BUT IMAGINE THIS—

Hilda, Dipper Pines, Coraline Jones, Norman, Dib, Danny and Wirt

Hilda would be the friend of the group to just go off on adventures and try to befriend every supernatural/paranormal thing they run into and succeed with varying levels of success. She knows EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. You need an in with the local water nymphs? She’s your girl. You need help finding some magical super-important artifact you lost? Don’t worry fam, she’ll call up her friends and you’ll go into another pocket dimension (Hilda fans will recognize). Self preservation? Never met her. Like one day they’ll run into some super violent nature spirit or some shit and they’re like “and now I shall kill you for traspassing into my territory—HILDA?!” And Hilda’s just like “YO WHAT IS GOOD FAM?!”

Dipper is the one that freaks them out the most, even though some of them can see and turn into ghosts. He’s the witch friend of the group. He makes morbid, dark jokes, he knows shit that no one else does, after killing a nature spirit one day or something he’ll be like “don’t worry guys the first one’s always the easiest.” Having said that, he is also a huge paranormal and mystery nerd, and they all know this. They’ve been forced to binge watch Sherlock and Supernatural for what, 3 times now? Don’t let him get into your spices. It just anything, don’t let him touch your stuff. He’s like a toddler who’ll mix shit to make potions in the toilet except THEY’RE ACTUALLY POTIONS. He may or may not know a few demons, personally. It’s not like one possesses him time to time, no. And raising the dead? That was never a one time thing. Oh, and let’s just say law breaking runs in the family.

Coraline is just done with everyone’s shit. When she came to college, she wanted to escape the paranormal trauma and magical shit that went down in her home state of Michigan, and then she had to run into these idiots. However, they haven’t done anything particularly traumatic yet, and they do provide good entertainment value. So she’ll stick around them, she supposes, even if some of them really are just idiots most of the time. And don’t tell anyone this, but Wirt’s her favorite because he’s the only other brain cell in the group.

Norman? He’s just trying to survive the school year. He and Wirt are the only things keeping the other guys from accidentally setting the males dorms on fire. He’s the quiet one of the group, and gets along with everyone pretty well. Occasionally he, Danny and Dipper do go on ghost hunting adventures and let me tell you, what happened in the haunted shack out in the woods stays in the haunted shack in the woods. Even though Coraline and Wirt are usually ones with common sense, he’s the only truly sane one of the group. He’s the glue kinda. He makes dudes everyone gets along with each other. Just whatever you do, do not mention anything zombie related to him. He will not hesitate to start ranting about zombie movies.

And then there’s Dib, the Weird One of the group of weirdos. They all think he’s a little strange, especially with his tendency to get well…over passionate about things. Aliens. Conspiracy theories. Allegorical literary works commenting on society’s flaws like the Joker and the Lord of the Flies. They’re secretly considering to get him a therapist. And possibly a lot of ADHD medicine. But still, knowledge-wise? He’s the most intelligent and resourceful of them. You do not want to see the damage he can do with some tape and a paperclip. He also occasionally just leaves them to hang out with a fucking alien, so cool I guess. He has an obsession with fingerless gloves, black nail polish, bar earrings, literally anything and very thing edgy. He also knows how to do makeup really well for some reason (probably to fit with the aesthetic). Also, never give him sugar or caffeine past 12 unless you don’t fear God. You do not want to see this man caffeinated. Thank god he isn’t jacked or else they would go from seeing him as the weird one to considering sending him to a psych ward for everyone’s physical safety, even his. Also…he might be just a tad depressed? Just a little???? Something between him and his family—he won’t explain. But as previously mentioned, they should get him that therapist.

Next is Danny, the dude that can turn into a ghost. He’s the most popular out of them. He also is the only one who isn’t single. He’s the most chill one of them all, except when they go on their adventures—the action and fighting he gets into when he ‘goes ghost’. The rest of the group thinks he’s cool with his powers and stuff. Although one time he did accidentally get stuck in a door and they did in fact leave him there and laugh about it as they watched him struggle before finally helping him (and sending a pic of it to his gf of course). He and Dipper constantly get into mischievous, pranking shit with the other students and teachers. He’s also trying to push Wirt and Dipper into confessing their obvious feelings for each other because holy shit someone help those poor flustered men.

Finally there’s Wirt, the mom friend of the group. He’s constantly watching over the other guys and making sure they don’t kill themselves on the daily. He’s also the only one who knows how to cook good food instead of instant ramen and Mac n cheese. God give him patience, because how the hell have these guys not died without him? He also helps them with their English and History homework (usually just with the essays), because according to them he ‘has a way with words’. They all know his obsession with poetry, and they usually only mildly tease him for it. Although they all did get him collections of poems from his favorite poets several times as thank-you gifts so he’s not complaining. And even though he’s probably one of the more socially awkward ones of them (it’s either him or Dib they can’t tell) he’s usually being asked for advice with stuff, even Danny asked him romantic advice for his girlfriend. He’s also the only one who dresses decent compared to the e others when they aren’t doing anything important. With the rest of them it’s just jeans, leggings and sweatpants and lose baggy t-shirts. He’s the only one who wears sweater vests as well, bless his nerdy, inner-English poet soul. He’s also a bit sap for romance movies and novels. He also gay panics from Dipper. A lot. And vice versa. But these two will practically be ignorant to the end of time, God help them.

I really want to write a multiple one shot series (because I have very much learned the hard way that consistent multi-chapter plot and buildup is not my style) but I’m not even sure if I would be able to continue it still, because I’ve noticed a lot of oneshots series actually only have one or two entries in them.

What gave me the idea for these guys were two fanfics I’ve read on AO3, Dipper, Dib and Wirt are Roommates by nschimm (skullsulker) and Us College Kids by sirina77

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Who knows. At least if I decide to do a one shot series like this I won’t have to have a consistent plot with boring filler and constantly antagonize myself for not uploading.

I might just even post parts of it that don’t make sense without context and are out of order and leave y’all confused.

Who knows!

I just really like crossovers.

#crossovers #dipper pines #otgw wirt #gravity falls #over the garden wall #paranorman #norman babcock #danny phantom #danny fenton #coraline #coraline jones #invader zim #dib membrane #hilda the show #hilda #oneshots

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xiaq · 3 years

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That’s so cute that you’re dating your friend! ☺️ I’m curious though, how did that transition happen? Did you go from platonic friends to dating or was it like a flirty, I’ve always liked them as more than friends to dating? How does one even start that conversation to tell their friend that they like like them

What started as a quick answer has now turned into a small novel with a whole lot of sappy drivel at the end. So uh. Enjoy.

Once upon a time, X moved to Dallas, but dearly missed her rock climbing friends back in Austin. So every other month or so, she’d go back for a long weekend visit and climb. B was one of her climbing friends over the years she spent in grad school. She had a low-key crush on him because he was a genuinely good person (climbing with someone tells you a lot about how they handle physical challenges as well as the full spectrum of human emotion), but she didn’t think he had the slightest interest in her. When the pandemic hit, she moved back to Austin to finish grad school remotely. Due to the pandemic, she had a small group of friends who more or less isolated together; she and B started spending more time together— climbing, hiking, game nights, and playing D&D (you also learn a lot about a person through a campaign!), and generally hanging out and talking. She might have actually Attempted (likely terrible) Flirting was it not for her imminent move to Colorado.

They stayed in contact during the year that X was in CO, and after the relatively disastrous end to the nearly 5-month relationship she had while in CO, B gave her an A+ hug her upon her return to Austin over Christmas break. He also was extra nice to her during D&D despite the fact that their characters were usually fighting (She played a chaotic neutral thief-turned-bard. He played a lawful good ranger). He (and all of her climbing/D&D friends) (with varying levels of tact) did their best to cheer her up post-breakup and it was very sweet.

They started texting a bit more once she returned to CO, and he visited (with one of their other climbing friends) before she moved back to Austin. She still didn’t think he was interested, and after her prior relationship, she wasn’t interested in dating anyway (she actually said to her BFF, K, at that point, that she wasn’t going to date anymore and it was a relief to stop caring about what other people thought about her/expected of her. She cut off her hair and dyed it purple and told her dog it’d just be them from there on out)

Except, once she moved back to Austin, she was spending an awful lot of time at B’s place. At the end of a climb, he’d invite over for dinner, or to swim at Barton Springs. And then there weren’t even climbs involved and he was inviting her to play pickleball or watch hockey playoffs. It was a lot of time. Like, a lot. More than she was usually comfortable spending with someone because she liked her alone time and very quickly got “peopled-out” and needed to recharge by herself (preferably with a book). Except she didn’t get tired of spending time with him. But aside from hugs goodbye that tended to linger, she still didn’t get any indication from him that he was interested in a romantic relationship (ok, laying it out like this, I do feel a little dense, now).

Finally, after dinner one night, he carefully told her that he was interested in making their relationship a romantic one. X was conflicted. She’d liked him for a long time in that abstract it’ll-never-happen-so-it’s-ok-if-I’m-a-little-infatuated way and realizing that it COULD happen was pretty damn scary. Especially because she had some…not healthy expectations about what a relationship would entail, at that point. She laid out her concerns (tried to talk him out of it), and he validated those concerns while also telling her exactly how he’d like to approach them while pursuing a relationship. She was too selfish to say no. Because over the years she’d seen him in all sorts of situations and she’d talked to him about everything from religion and politics to moral/ethical dilemmas to the inadequacies of the film adaptations of the Marvel universe. And he'd seen her in all those same situations and apparently still liked her even when she was at her sweatiest, grumpiest, sleep-deprived worst, so she had a whole lot of evidence that they were compatible. Also, she really wanted to kiss the freckles on his nose and that’s not really a friend-sanctioned activity.

A month in, she was pretty sure she was in love with him.

Two months in, she was definitely sure.

Three months in, she is the happiest she’s ever been in a relationship. She’d always heard that relationships were work, and they are! Two people negotiating life together will always take work. But she always thought that the simple act of being with someone was also supposed to be work. She’s realized that’s not the case, now.

Because being with B is easy. It’s like having a best friend who you go on adventures with, but then at the end of the day you also get to lay on top of them while you watch the Olympics and they’ll pet you and give you a mohawk and talk about how you’d make a very lovely troli doll, and then you hold hands while taking the dog for a last nighttime walk. And when you get back, you clean the kitchen together and intentionally get in each other’s way so you have to stop to kiss for a bit with soap suds on your hands, and later you shower together without being anxious because you know that when they touch you it’s because they just want to touch you, not because they're going to demand anything else. And you go to bed and they sprawl on top of you like a particularly warm, fond, anchor, and ask you about obscure literary or history facts, or you ask them about places they’ve traveled or favorite memories until your voices are rough and you’re ready to sleep. And in the morning you wake up with your best friend. With your foreheads pressed together and your legs tangled and maybe you have sex, but maybe you don’t and it doesn’t even matter because the important thing is that you get to spend another day together.

Okay, I’m getting off track, here. But that was the transition in a not-so-brief nutshell. And I don’t know how one is supposed to start the conversation, but B started it with, “Have you ever thought about us dating?” Best question I’ve ever been asked, tbh.

10/10 do recommend dating a friend.

#answered asks #mylife #B #cute #friends to lovers #but irl

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cancerjupiter · 3 years

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🔥 fire moons 🔥

aries moon

Probably the simplest, most bluntly honest and emotionally direct of all the Moon signs, they tend to be single-minded when involved in their latest enthusiasm, not liking to be bothered (least of all by “emotional” distractions or someone else’s “personal needs”). Most of them will have thousands of such interests in their lives, each of which takes on a feeling of pressing importance and tremendous urgency … until they lose interest when the source of excitement is no longer new. Very action-oriented and thus often a bit pushy, they frequently react impatiently, even when they are not nearly so annoyed or irritated as others may assume from their explosive behavior. Aries above all needs new challenges throughout their lives. Often fearless, the one fear Aries Moon does have is fear of boredom. They always need a new challenge.

They are usually poor listeners, not just because of their obsessive self-interest but also because they tend to jump to conclusions (unless they have, say, lots of Gemini or Libra in their charts, in which case the result is people who can be superb at “active listening”—quickly grasping the essentials and energetically giving lots of instant feedback). Actually, as one perceptive woman with Aries Moon pointed out to me, they need to feel that they are not influenced by others, and therefore they appear not to be listening to others’ advice or observations. And yet, months later, they may inadvertently reveal that they heard it very well and even reflected on it and accepted it later.

Easily bored, restless, rather self-centered, they are by nature competitive—even though many of them don’t like to acknowledge it. They simply have to be the best at everything! As one woman wrote, “Two women I know with Aries Moon are domineering. They think they know all the answers, and that they are always right” (AQ). However, even though instinctively competitive, they do not tend to hold a grudge since they move on to their next interest so quickly—unless they see the other person as an enemy to their freedom who is trying to control or limit them. They are in fact extremely self-sufficient; they prefer independence and the freedom to act without restriction and rarely seek any kind of input from others.

Women with Aries Moon (or Sun for that matter) often use “toxic masculinity” at least in a gentle, non doctrinaire way, because they respect strength and competitiveness, and thus have little time for weeping and moaning from others.

Men with Aries Moon tend to expect a lot from women. In women it gives a strong sense of purpose and freedom.

A thirty-year-old female wrote the following about men with Moon in Aries:

“They seem to totally involve their attention in a very direct and powerful way in the scrutiny of new “data,” often to the extent of monopolizing conversations or others’ attention until their interest wanes or changes focus. They’re also very self-centered: their ideas, their action, their feelings come first, and they don’t usually have a lot of empathy for the needs or feelings of others; they’ll listen, but they’re not consistently good with feedback or support.”

Aries Moon can be outspoken and tactless. Their emotional reactions to stimuli seem raw, completely spontaneous and uncensored.

leo moon

Those with Leo Moon react warmly, generously, and often with enthusiasm and/or humor. There is a childlike simplicity about them, and in fact their notable pride often resembles that of a child as well. These people need recognition and demonstrative affection, and their pride is often hurt if such attention is not given in sufficient and public ways. Like all the fixed signs (Taurus, Scorpio, and Aquarius being the others), Leo is a sign of extremes; and it is therefore difficult to paint a balanced picture of their personal tendencies. They are often shallow and prone to flattery, and yet they have considerable personal integrity, which is not usually compromised. Needing to live up to a big and rather dramatized image of themselves, the Leo Moon person can be rather a show-off. But they do it with such innocence and high expectations that they are often forgiven for their tendency toward self-absorption and dramatization. In fact, it seems they are so in need of attention and so childlike themselves that in very few cases do they have room for children in their lives, even though they often have a natural way with kids and can be great parents. Although not a scientific fact, all the Leo Moons I can think of offhand have either no children or only one child.

They can be loyal, sometimes blindly loyal to the point of foolish behavior that has a negative impact on everyone concerned; and they can be generous (but they do not mind if others notice their benevolence). Shortsightedness is perhaps one of Leo Moon’s worst faults. Some “cannot see past the ends of their noses” and are so self-absorbed that they do not even notice others’ reactions to their sometimes obnoxious, grandiose behavior. This shortsightedness surprisingly extends to their understanding of their own potential. It has always amazed me how many Leo Moon people (with innate talents and ability in abundance!) sell themselves short and wind up worldly failures in comparison to what they had the ability to do. I cannot help but suspect that one reason for this is that their huge pride prevents them from ever listening to (or asking for) honest feedback about themselves. Perhaps they secretly fear that they are not quite up to their self-image. They are known for being insulted easily, so they naturally do not want to expose their fragile ego to criticism, no matter how well-intentioned. But unless they develop a deeper self-understanding and the ability to accept authentic personal communication from others, they may remain engaging in their earnestness and simplicity, but it can eventually wear thin, like a person who never grows up.

Leo Moon people have a capacity for encouraging others that can be extremely supportive and strengthening in a crisis. They can be as solid a support system as one could ever want, but in other cases they seem fanatically convinced that they are having a great, positive impact on others (regardless of the truth) and they want to be thanked for it. Being admired is a central need in many with this Moon placement. (Note that Leo Moon is much more passive than Leo Sun, who is usually busy creating and doing.) There is a deep-down feeling of needing to live up to an image of bigness and greatness, even if they wind up resenting others for not noticing all that they have given. In short, the vast range of Leo Moon personalities evokes extreme reactions, and they are probably included in anyone’s list of people whom one has either deeply loved or strongly resented! Note the extreme and varied qualities noted about Leo Moon in this questionnaire response:

“People with the Moon in Leo always like to be on top of things. They like attention and some can be easily appealed to through the ego. Moon in Leo makes for dynamic personal expression. These people tend to make their presence felt.… the person often tries very hard to make others see them as somebody special, getting mixed reactions from others. While tending to be somewhat opinionated these people can make good listeners, can be very concerned, very caring even if a little overbearing. Moon in Leo is gregarious, dynamic, and can be very creative.”

Another perceptive observation about them:

“Moons in Leo are emotionally melodramatic. They’re easily upset, and tend to get fixated on what they’re feeling, sometimes to the point that their feelings become a major issue in which everyone around them has to participate. They like the excitement of having everyone’s attention on them, even when the price for that is an argument or some kind of conflict. Once they’ve satisfied themselves that they have everyone’s full attention, they’ll usually happily drop the issue and magnanimously allow someone else the “spotlight.” They’re performers.”

sagittarius moon

Tolerant, broad-minded, with a buoyant attitude toward life, those with Sagittarius Moon are idealistic by nature and instinctively react with a philosophical attitude toward any setback, knowing that the future (not the past!) is what matters. They are most comfortable when exploring ideas, ideals, or outdoor places and love a sense of freedom without limits. The distant horizon is always felt as more appealing than the here and now. They particularly need mental freedom (including religious and spiritual room to improve themselves), since their aspirations are not just high but boundless. In fact, the term “upbeat” was invented by a Sagittarius Moon! As one Sag Moon woman always repeated as her mantra, “I see the glass as half-full, not half-empty.” They like to entertain groups of people with their humor. In fact, they want to say yes to every opportunity; they want to feel that life is unbounded by any limits, and so they tend to instinctively promise far more than they can ever deliver. They assume, I suppose, that everyone else forgets as many immediate details as they do, a habit that backfires when angry friends and colleagues confront them demanding to know why the promise did not follow through. As a questionnaire reply asserted, “A need to be all things to all people” characterizes Sagittarius Moon. Generosity and “bigness” are dominant factors in their lives and in their sense of reality and self-image.

Sagittarius is the sign most likely to be oblivious to the realities right in front of them that are obvious to everyone else, so focused are they on the distant goal. Since the road to hell is paved with good intentions, Sagittarius Moon people need to be sure that their goals and ideals are grounded in what is truly possible. They do need a large guiding vision to motivate them in life, but they also need periodic times of self-examination to assess whether they are themselves living up to their ideals. They like to preach to others (usually “helpfully,” in their view), but if something does not work out, well, that is not their problem. Sagittarius Moon people rather dislike the heaviness of daily “reality” and personal or emotional problems.

They have difficulty handling any criticism and often in fact become more indignant than any other sign—a pride that is usually hidden and often surprises others who take their positive, happy demeanor at face value. As Donna Cunningham wrote, “The things that set Sagittarius Moon people off are having one of their pet theories or convictions demolished”. This pride, manifesting at times as a rather exalted view of oneself (perhaps as the only one who can reveal the “truth”), is part of the dualistic nature of Sagittarius, the symbol for which is the centaur—half horse and half human. Sagittarius has the lifelong task of integrating their more idealistic nature with their more unrefined, impulsive, egocentric tendencies. At their worst, they are so proud of their “honesty” (sometimes viewed by other people as tactless bluntness) and of their own moral or intellectual righteousness that—unless more humble or sensitive factors are also dominant in the chart—they can be so uncompromising in their mode of expression that they are often perceived as inconsiderate and unnecessarily hurtful.

Perhaps the key for Sagittarius Moon people to feel authentically at home with themselves is to apply their honesty to themselves as bluntly as they express it to others! They often think too highly of themselves and want to project an admirable image to others. They like to feel idealistic and upstanding, but if they look at themselves honestly, they often have to admit that they are not as impeccably honorable as they like to think; for they can rationalize their behavior as well as anyone when it is convenient or advantageous to do so. Sagittarius Moon is thus a good example of the fact that how people feel about themselves (always directly related to the Moon in anyone’s birth chart) is not necessarily how others see them and their behavior.

A couple quotations from questionnaires can round out this description of Sagittarius Moon:

“Easygoing, gets along with and accepts strangers without discrimination—though sometimes self-righteous and snobbish. Independent emotionally, doesn’t seem to need so much from one as they can get from many.”

“Moon in Sagittarius can be very high-minded, they respond very actively to life. These people can try to push others or just be domineering in general. They can be a little pushy but this is generally out of enthusiasm. For both sexes, can be very direct. For men—very honest in attitude, they say what is on their mind. For women this is also a very blunt placement. Both sexes can often be tactless; they speak the truth as they see it and figure that others should just accept it no matter how hard it is to swallow.”

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manikas-whims · 3 years

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for quick headcanons: soc ships proposals

these are simply my take, you don't have to agree. and if you wanna add something, reblog and do add your own spin :3

⚠ Warning ⚠ Long Post.

WESPER

• Since their anniversary as an official couple is coming up soon, Wylan decides to propose.

• But he realizes planning isn't exactly his best forte and seeks help from none other than Ketterdam's best schemer Dirtyhands himself.

• Kaz is flattered but even he is weak when it comes to the matter of hearts. He still agrees though, provided Wylan invests a bit in his newly brought club around the Lid. Wylan agrees.

• So Kaz simply asks Wylan to bring Jesper with him to the Fifth Harbour on the day of the event. Wylan is suspicious but he agrees in the end.

• Wylan manages to keep Jesper busy by portraying as a model for Marya's next painting, just so he can go out and pick a ring.

• When the day arrives, Wylan asks Jesper to meet him at the Fifth Harbour by 6 bells.

• Jesper being bad at dates doesn't remember if its because of some special occasion. So he decides to keep it safe and buys a bottle of expensive alcohol.

• When Wylan and Jesper arrive on time, they're both too shocked to speak, their mouths wide open.

• Kaz being Kaz has got the whole harbour decorated in traditional Kerch and Zemeni colors for the duo. There's fairy lights hanging all over, varying cuisines that Jesper has never seen in his life before and a band hired to play throughout the night.

• As they walk in, they spot Nina speaking with Colm Fahey who got invited earlier on by Kaz and Inej gave the man a lift on her Wraith as she herself didn't want to miss two of her favorite people's proposal.

• Jesper is slightly worried because of his father's presence, even more worried because he believes today's supposed to be some big event that only he can't seem to remember.

• Matthias is standing with a Priest and he comes over to congratulate Wylan & Jesper.

• The pair is very confused and so Matthias quirks his brows and tells them: "Brekker said you're getting married."

• The bottle of alcohol in Jesper's hand drops and Wylan is stuttering, unable to form coherent words. He finally yells: "This isn't what I asked Kaz!"

• Kaz finally shows up, Inej at his side. Everyone's staring at him and he shrugs. "What? Too much."

• After a few minutes of yelling and chaos between their squad, the situation is finally calmed down.

• Wylan rummages out the ring from his pocket— a golden band with their initials 'W+J' engraved in it along with intricate patterns. He looks at Jesper. "So amongst all this extravaganza, if I tell you that I want you to adore my stupid face for the rest of our lives, will you?"

• Jesper is wide eyed and has that kinda dubious expression because Wylan has managed to surprise him yet again. So he just tries to collect himself and goes, "Ofc! I already told you I like your stupid face."

• They hug and kiss and everyone cheers. Nina proposes an after-party with waffles.

• Kaz suggests they could still get married cause we know he's secretly the biggest Wesper shipper xD

Thankfully Inej drags him away.

• The actual wedding takes place a month later and yes, Kaz is the wedding planner. Kuwei is that uninvited guest..:)

HELNIK

• Nina keeps joking about wanting Matthias to propose. But she doesn't realise all her meaningless teasing has actually spurred him into action.

• He's secretly making plans and has only told Inej and Wylan about this because he knows Jesper will end up babbling. And Kaz is the last person he wants to take help from.

• He needs a place and proper timing. Inej takes up that task on herself and somehow convinces Kaz to let them use The Crow Club for just one evening.

• Wylan helps Matthias in purchasing a custom ring with a heart-shaped ruby. With his newly acquired mercher title, Wylan’s got connections with the best jewelers in Ketterdam. Marya also tags along cause she believes they'll need a woman's opinion on this.

• So on the day of the event, when Nina is coaxed into wearing the best replica of a Ravkan Kefta and brought into the Crow Club by Inej, she's excited but also wondering whats up.

• Wylan is playing some romantic melody on his flute.

• The whole club is lit by candles and as the members of Dregs part slowly, at the end is Matthias in replica of traditional Fjerdan garbs (another courtesy of Kaz).

• Nina's eyes keep growing wider and she's at a loss of words when Matthias bends on one knee. "Nina Zenik, will you be the beguiling Drusje to this mighty Fjerdan till the end of time?"

• There's tears in her eyes and she looks around everyone. Wylan is smiling, Inej gives a nod, Jesper gives a thumbs up and winks, even Kaz's eyes flash somewhat in approval.

• She looks back to the brave blond soldier she fell for. He must've planned for them to be unified in their own lands' traditional clothes. She smiles, already tearing up. "Saints Matthias, I'm supposed to be the one full of surprises." She messily wipes her eyes and mumbles, "I..will."

• The whole Dregs break into a roar of cheers as Matthias glides the ring on her finger. Marya is clapping her hands in joy.

• Rotty yells from somewhere in the crowd, "KISS HER YOU PODGE!!!" And Matthias tilts his face down. The newly engaged couple share a passionate kiss.

• Their wedding takes place in a Ravkan forest. King Nikolai himself decides to give his blessings (in disguise ofc). Zoya and Genya are there too.

KANEJ

• It will be super vague. Like Kaz and Inej's relationship is built more on silent gazes and fleeting touches. So they've got this unspoken thing going on. They both know they're each-other's but never actually address it.

• Inej has returned from another of her sea adventures and taking a short break in Ketterdam. She's casually sitting by Kaz's window, feeding the crows while he works on his papers.

• He glances at her, mesmerized by the sight of her glowing skin in the evening sun. Her long hair (free for once) sways due to the wind as she peacefully smiles and looks out at the city.

• He just speaks out of nowhere, "Inej?"

She turns her head and looks at him, the smile never leaving her face. "Yes Kaz?"

"Do you want to tie the knot?" he asks.

The smile immediately leaves her face and she frowns, unsure about his words. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

• He puts his pen down, passes a hand through his hair and huffs out a breath.

"I'm saying my dear Wraith," he starts, methodically taking off his gloves and then joins her at the window. He offers his palm and she gladly places her own in it, her eyes somewhat expectant. Kaz quirks his lips slightly and continues, "would you like us to exchange vows and make it official?" He squeezes her palm and gestures between them.

• She's stunned for a moment because between the two of them, its always her initiating any sort of new action— a hug, a kiss,..making love. And it has taken them a good amount of years to reach this level of intimacy without triggering the other’s traumas so its even more shocking that Kaz asks her first. A small part of her had even wanted to propose him some time in the future but now he's clearly beaten her to that.

• "Inej?" Kaz rubs the back of her hand, "if you don't want to—"

"NO! I do!" she says hurriedly before he can take it back and he breaks into that crooked grin of his, fishing out a simple silver band with a single black feather atop it, its end pointy like a knife.

He smoothly slides it onto her finger and they exchange a gleeful smile.

• After a few minutes he goes, "So like..do you want to do this my way or yours?"

And she's confused so he explains. "If its your way, we can have a traditional Suli wedding, whatever your people do and take your parents' blessings."

He adds a dramatic pause later, "If its my way, I'll just ask Specht to put our names on a marriage document and be done with it."

She rolls her eyes.

• In the end, Inej tells the other Crows. Jesper wiggles his brows, teases Kaz but also gives him a big hug. Wylan is surprised but also happy. Matthias is slightly displeased at the holy bronze girl for letting herself be charmed by this notorious demjin. But he does believe that the two belong with no one else and congratulates them.

• Nina takes it upon herself to plan the wedding and decides it should be a Suli one. She wants to see Inej draped in red. But also wants to see Kaz out of his fitting suits for once and in traditional Suli clothes for men.

• Mr. and Mrs. Ghafa find their son-in-law quite odd but give their blessings happily because there's no one else who'll be more suitable for their lovely daughter.

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omniscientwreck · 3 years

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With Every Single Thing I Have

Beginning note: ***MAJOR SPOILERS FOR C2 E141***

CW: Character Death, Talk of Death

This is my interpretation of the canon description of Essek and Caleb’s days with some good angst thrown right in there. I have no knowledge of what is or isn’t cannon about the afterlife in Critical Role so this may be canon divergent but I needed it to cope. I hope you enjoy! Title Is Taken From The Song Two by Sleeping At Last

Caleb Widogast is dying.

He’s old, nearly 90 years of age. His body aches with every rain, stairs become more difficult, but his casting never fades. His mind is sharp and he reads, learns, and teaches until the end comes for him. Up in his tower, exhausted and bed-ridden he hears shuffling outside the door before it opens without so much as a touch and a tray of food is brought in. Essek Thelyss glides gently into the room, “Oh good, you’re awake. I prepared a light lunch for you, would you eat?”

Nodding back at the drow, the bittersweet smile that’s become a companion to him in Essek’s presence settling again into his wrinkled features. Essek sits on the bed beside him, book in hand as he often does and the memories written all over Caleb’s face come flooding back.

They had gone back to Aeor after the business in Rexxentrum concluded. Jester had helped Caleb locate Essek and when he found out he wasn’t too late, he was still at the outpost, he’d gone almost immediately. The winter clothes they’d bought all those months ago to chase their lost friend still fit and they carried many memories in them with the promise of more to come.

Their time together in Aeor was long. They took many months scouring the ruins for every book they could find. Between his Vault of Amber and Essek’s Wristpocket as well as a borrowed bag of holding they were able to collect the knowledge of Aeor. They found every device, every tiny dunamantic stone. They went back to the machine, the one that promised Caleb his dreams, closure, a chance to atone. The one that could change Essek’s past, that would give him his freedom.

Essek gazed upon the machine and he decided to remain in hiding. He looked directly at Caleb, made the decision to live forever with the consequences of his actions, because without them they wouldn’t have this. This moment, this trip, these memories.

It is Caleb’s turn now to gaze upon his destiny. He looks into the lavender eyes boring into him with the question Will you do it? His plan is perfect, the only thing that changes is that his parents are not dead and one day maybe he can reunite with them. He can see them grown old, he can tell them everything he’s done. They can be proud of him.

His mind shifts to the Nein, to Veth, Jester. To Astrid and Eodwulf. Back to Essek. It’s impossible to know what would happen if he did this. If he’d be able to come back. Is it really worth giving up everything he knows? Potentially giving up the Mighty Nein not only for himself but for them too?

He reaches into his components bag, smears dust across his forearm and with a green ray he carves away the experiment. He destroys, permanently, any hope of ever going back, in favour of hope for the future. Essek helps him burn everything and when they’re done he can only stare at the drow. The man who’s come so far, allowed himself to be so changed by the love of friends (Caleb’s love) that he went from enemy to beloved companion. He stares and divergent futures flash before his eyes as if he’s staring deep into the Luxon. They all end the same, he dies and Essek lives on without him for many years. The change is in the times in between now and then.

He knows which one he want and if the last two months were any indication Essek had his own hopes.

A week or so later, they ate in the tower. When the Nein first separated the tower had felt empty, he usually elected to sleep in a hotel room or in the dome under the stars. With Essek it’s easier to be there. They’ve fallen into a comfortable routine while researching that involves them spending the day immersed in ancient secrets forgotten to time. They would spend hours in complete silence, reading in tandem or copying runes and arcane patterns and then one of them would find something truly tantalizing and the silence would be broken as they began theorizing. When Essek gets excited his lavender eyes brighten and his whole face lifts and it’s no secret to Caleb that his heart races and his face melts into a soft, tender expression that Essek catches and matches.

After, they’ll go into the tower and eat, served warm soups and breads by little fey cats and then they read in the study in companionable silence until they retire to separate rooms. This night, a week before their time was up, Caleb’s keen mind caught up with him. Suddenly he became very aware of the passage of time, the potential futures slipping away and he rests his spoon on the table, overwhelmed by the shrinking timeline ahead.

They talk that night, instead of reading. They sit in two armchairs in a quiet carpeted room lit by purple globules of light, gently bobbing around their heads and they talk. They talk for hours. Essek tells Caleb his sins and Caleb elaborates on his own. They talk plainly and it’s hard to do, but at some point the chairs moved closer, and then their hands touched, eventually Essek’s hands were folded into Caleb’s.

He felt closer to Essek after that. For the rest of the week it was easier to reach out and grasp his hand, to pull him into a hug. Two weeks later, they talked again and after that they kissed. Their kisses weren’t frequent but they were familiar, a warm comfort over those last weeks in Aeor.

Theirs was not a whirlwind romance. It was something more precious and much more difficult to describe. It burned slow and and steadily rose until something had to be done. They kept in close contact after Aeor, it is those letters that begin the new collection that fills Caleb’s left holster.

They visit occasionally until the burn of the eyes of the Dynasty on Essek’s back became too hot. Caleb has taken to staying in Nicodranas when he and Beauregard are taking a break from dismantling centuries old systems to weed out the rot so he asks Essek to come stay with him. Quietly, out of the eyes of the empire and most of their friends, they begin to build a life. They construct with care, laying a sturdy foundation because though they both know this arrangement is temporary they promise to always be together in one way or another; because though gravity can be altered, it always rights itself and the pull Caleb feels towards Essek, has felt for some time, is a law of his nature.

They allow themselves as long as the other will have them and they spend years together. The kisses become more frequent as they gradually abandon inhibitions. Caleb’s life is a blink compared to Essek and he becomes more aware each year of the limited time he has. He and Essek stay together in varying locations for as long as he can bear it, he realizes now that they have earned this happiness, however fleeting. It will always be a larger portion of his life than it will be of Essek’s so he holds out as long as he can. He begins to teach in this time and though Essek cannot really be free he still has his work studying their findings and occasionally he travels.

Caleb watches him advance so much in their decade together and he gets bleary eyed imagining all Essek will do when he’s gone. They learn together, share every meal, he learns Undercommon and teaches Zemnian, and they spend every possible night together in every possible way. They share a sweet and intense passion and Caleb’s love sinks deeper and deeper into his heart.

When his forehead wrinkles and his hair is greying he realizes his time is up. He has goals, he needs to teach, he needs to fully commit to being in the Empire and his short life must be spent doing as he promised all those years ago, making each place better than he found it. That is the hardest conversation he’s ever had. “I wish it were not this way. That it didn’t have to be, but I do not have as much time as you so I must burn brightly to make my impact. I will always love you Essek Thelyss.”

“And I you Caleb Widogast. When you stumbled into my life all those years ago, Empire infiltrator holding my greatest crime in your hand I had no idea what would happen. You were a variable I did not account for, could never have foreseen. Of all the possible futures in store for me this one, where I am here with you, where I have been here with you for ten years and where I will continue to be by your side thought it is not the same is the best one I could have never predicted.”

They give themselves one last year. They don’t travel, Caleb takes the year off and they spend 328 days exactly together, in bliss. They do their best not to allow the apprehension of good-bye to creep in. Caleb knows it’s not good-bye, not truly and not forever. But when the day comes though he tries to hold it back he cries bitter tears and holds Essek tight and the smaller man shakes with his own sobs. But they loved each other for eleven years, and they manage to continue loving each other for another fourty or so.

Essek leaves and travels for a while to do his own work. This is frequent in the latter half of Caleb’s life but every time he comes back and his friend brings him stories and listens to all of his own. They help each other research, Caleb still tells him everything and relishes every moment they spend together. They no longer kiss but they are still partners.

Caleb’s life has been better, more fulfilling than he could ever have hoped stumbling out of that wretched prison at the beginning of his second life. He learned peace through the Nein and later through Essek and now that he’s at the end of his time he knows he could not have lived a better life.

Caleb Widogast is old, older than he ever thought he’d be and while his bones and muscles give out and he goes to the Blooming Grove where Caduceus has always said he will end up, to spend his final months, Essek follows.

He cooks the soups the cats used to, they remember everything together, Caleb’s mind keen but Essek has kept up well. At just the right time, Caleb knows. Essek is sat beside him in the bed, the wizards reading in tandem as they’ve done before and fallen into again in this late stage. They have been kissing again, Caleb allowing this last indulgence, one last selfish act. Essek needs it too.

“Essek Thelyss, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. My constant companion, the center of my gravity. You who bent time and space for me and taught me so many things from magic to forgiveness. I have loved you all my life from the moment I could and I would never dream to change a single thing.”

“Caleb Widogast. I have treasured every moment we have spent together, you changed my life, saved a man who knew not that he was dying. I have been happy because I know you and I will continue to be happy because you will never be far from my heart.”

“Please promise to me that you will take care of the others. Allow them to care for you. Find new people and care for them and allow yourself to be cared for in return, live your life as fully as you are able, and when you are done I will see you again just as I am about to see my family.”

“I will. You have loved me all of your life and I will love you for all of mine. I will never know someone like you again. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of your companionship. It is an honor to love you and it always will be.”

The quiet conversation fades and they share one final kiss and Essek sits as Caleb drifts to sleep, gently running his fingers through his hair. Then he goes to get Caduceus. Caleb Widogast is dead.

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Essek Thelyss is dying.

He is nearly 740 years old and he is in decline. He, like his friends before him, retires to the Blooming Grove to live out his remaining days, however many they might be. Caduceus’ kin are caring and when he shows up on their doorstep they expect him. “He told us you would arrive one day. Welcome home and thank you for being here.”

Essek’s life has been a thing of remarkable chance, nearly improbable. He has learned to manipulate as much as he can but even he could not have foreseen the path he ended up taking. He has lived so long, and his life has been full but he is tired.

Fjord had been the first of the Nein to pass. After him Caleb. After Caleb the group coalesced around him. They had never shared many details, but they seemed to know. Keeping his promise to Caleb he allowed them to care for him. To bring him food, to message him to make sure he was okay. They invited him on adventures when they needed and he never turned them down.

They continued asking him to teleport them and every single time he did. Kingsley goes next and then Beauregard. Those years are full of so much loss condensed into such a tiny portion of his existence. He isn’t used to things happening so quickly and he begins to reach out. New connections. He finds people to care for, to mentor and to bolster. He dedicates his life to using aliases to research and study and publish materials to help the mages after him and Caleb. He finds himself beseeched by parties of assholes for assistance and while he never fights alongside another group he makes himself useful in any other way in his ability.

He always imparts the lesson to leave the world better than they found it, and if they listen, if they are the same as his friends, the best people he’s ever known, the world will survive yet. There is a pause between good-byes for a number of years. Then he loses Yasha and Jester. Jester is one of the hardest, the friendly little blue tiefling with a heart for adventure who hugged him when touch had still burned. After her goes Veth and after Veth, finally Caduceus goes back to the earth.

He promised Caleb to live a full life, but every year, the anniversary of the day they met several lifetimes ago, he visits the Blooming Grove. He walks the grounds, he sits with Caleb and he tells him of his research, he reminisces and he whispers love to the flowers that grow. They are fiery orange and yellow with some deep purple and blue spattered among them. Caduceus says on his first visit that the blue ones are called forget-me-nots. Essek picks one every year and presses it into a book, like Yasha showed him once upon a time.

Caduceus and Essek drink the tea from the flowers Caleb gave them. For centuries they sat together, telling stories, having extended conversation year after year. Some years Caduceus travelled so Essek made his vigil alone, but he never forgot Caleb and he never forgot the Mighty Nein. They lived as long as he did for they were in his heart always.

The last time he visits Caleb they talk for hours. “Every good thing I have done, every positive emotion and happiness I have known in these centuries has been because of you. You allowed me to feel again and the best decision I could have ever made was letting my plan go to allow myself to grow close to you.”

He is lying beside the grave twirling a delicate blue flower between wrinkled, aching fingers. “Caleb Widowgast you have lived with me for a long while and I thank you again for the gifts you gave me while you were here. I hope you are proud of me. I love you to the end of my days my friend.”

He falls asleep then, in the night of the Blooming Grove, fireflies and an infinite expanse of stars casting gentle light across his stilling form.

As Essek Thelyss fades he finds himself again in a garden. It is brightly coloured and lush, well cared for. There is a small cottage there and as he glides to the door, drawn to it as if by gravity, it opens and he sees copper hair, vibrant blue eyes, and the widest smile he’s missed the most, “I told you my friend, we would meet again.”

“I never doubted you Caleb Widogast.”

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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What happened in Mr. Pigeon 72?

Pain. Specifically the groan-inducing kind.

- The episode starts with Ladybug, dressed in a pink coat, goggles, and her hair wrapped with a towel. She's stirring a cauldron and talking about how it's great to be Ladybug and that she has a lot of powers. She asks if Alya can imagine if she were to defeat Shadow Moth as he wouldn't be showing up anymore. She uses her ladle to point to a board in front of her, akin to a conspiracy board with photos of various akuma pinned with red marking going from various ones. The akuma are also marked with varying numbers of stars each.

- Ladybug notes that Shadow Moth is reakumatizing more and more people and wonders aloud why that is, her spoon on Mr. Pigeon and then pointing at Lady Wifi instead. Ladybug states that it's because he knows them and knows how to press them where it hurts. Alya agrees and brings up that she's been akumatized into Lady Wifi four times because she (Marinette) has been hiding something from her and it was driving her crazy. Ladybug, though still busy with what she's working on as she picks up a piece of paper, saddens and states that she had to. Alya says her that she knows and that she's here to help her.

- Alya glances up at Marinette's board, then looks on in shock as she notes that Mister Pigeon has been akumatized seventy-one times (the stars I mentioned the pictures are marked with indicate how many times they've been akumatized. Ladybug states that he's a man with no history, attached to his pigeons, and she adds that she promised to protect him from Shadow Moth but she can't. She then groans at the paper in her hand, lamenting that she doesn't understand the grimoire. Wayzz chimes in to say that Master Fu didn't either, but he succeeded by taking his time to rest. Ladybug appears to have an epiphany, thinking that she's got it, and hurries to the cauldron to sprinkle an ingredient in. There's an explosion, loud enough for Tom and Sabine (down in the bakery) to flinch in shock and look up at the ceiling.

- Ladybug, Alya, and the kwami had been knocked back by the blast, Adrien pictures from Marinette's wall (yes, they're back for one episode again) scattered across the floor. Ladybug gets up and says that she could've sworn it was the pepper, walking off back to the cauldron to try again. Trixx flies over to Alya and asks her to help them reason with Ladybug, leading Alya to ask Ladybug how long she's been at it. Ladybug answers that it's six, seven, maybe ten days, and that it's the holidays so she's going all out. Alya looks to see Marinette's sewing machine and stuff resting on the floor, then asks when the last time she worked on her creations was. Ladybug replies that she's always creating, gesturing to her trap door where a contraption is set up, which she explains is so no one can enter her room when she's not there. She then puts on headphones and a large hat with tiny satellites, stating that she can hear everything without being there using it. Alya gets close, whispering that she's the only one who's able to tell her that... then screams that Ladybug's losing it, causing Ladybug to stagger back in shock.

- Alya approaches, telling Ladybug to trust her, and explains that she too gets stuck whenever she's stubbornly looking for something. She tells Ladybug that she needs a break, which Ladybug refuses, saying that she won't until she succeeds in preventing Shadow Moth from doing harm. She tries dumping something else in the cauldron, causing another explosion which sends Tom and Sabine to the floor down in the bakery. Sabine says that Marinette's science worries her, but Tom reminds her that Marinette asked them not to interrupt her. The scene cuts back to Alya and Ladybug, back on the ground with Ladybug's hat+headphones off and the towel specifically draped over her head. Alya pulls the towel back and says that she understands, then recites something her grandmother said about not waiting for the storm to pass and instead dancing in the rain. Ladybug, distressed, echoes the dance comment and questions it, considering that she can’t so long as Shadow Moth attacks the ones she loves, She gets up to go back to the cauldron.

- Trixx hovers over to Alya, the two sharing a worried look, then Alya looks down and notices the Adrien pictures on the floor. She smirks, then tells Ladybug that she must not know about Adrien and Kagami no longer being together. Ladybug drops what she was doing in shock, turning so quickly that the towel slaps her in the face. She throws it off and asks Alya if she's serious. Alya winks at Trixx, then gapes as Ladybug notes that she has to go and console Kagami, who "must be devastated." Alya walks up and asks if it's Adrien that she should be consoling, which confuses Ladybug, who asks why she should. Alya echoes Marinette dreams of a house, three children, and a hamster, asking if it reminds her of anything. Ladybug says that she and Adrien won't end up together and that she can hardly talk to him. She starts to say that she doesn't have feelings for him, then notices an Adrien picture stuck to her arm and pulls it off, finishing what she was saying with a dejected expression. She says more firmly that she's not in love with him and that's it, then adds that Kagami is perfect for him, can talk to him, and they even do fencing together. She laments how sad Kagami must be, which Alya doubts immensely, asking if the magic fumes got to her head. Ladybug explains that she's Kagami's only friend, and thus only she can console her.

- Alya suddenly accepts what she's being told, telling Marinette to go and comfort Kagami so long as she's out there thinking about something else, adding that she'll sort through the grimoire notes to make sense of them. Ladybug asks if she'd really do that for her, to which Alya assures her that she's not alone anymore and repeats that she's here to help. Ladybug hugs and thanks her, then starts to run off before Alya tugs her to a stop, asking her if she's forgetting something. Ladybug looks down, realizing her mistake, then de-transforms. Alya asks if she's forgetting something else, which Marinette denies until she remembers her pool bag. Alya adjust her glasses, amused, then calls her name and points to Marinette's outfit; she's still in her pajamas.

- The scene cuts to Marinette leaving the house, but stopping as Sabine calls out to her, asking if she's finished with her presentation. Marinette stumbles for an answer, then says that Alya's helping her and she's taking a break. She clutches her growling stomach, so Tom offers her pastries, which she hurries to take and thank him for. She exits the bakery with a croissant in her mouth, briefly blinded by the sunlight, and Tom says that she's welcome as she runs off. Marinette then pulls out her phone and talks about going to console Kagami.

- Cut to Kagami practicing her fencing with Tomoe watching. Kagami hears her phone ring, then answers it. Marinette asks Kagami where she is and Kagami explains that she's in the Jardin des Tuileries. Marinette tells her not to move because she's coming, and Kagami looks back at her mother and warns that it's not the right time. Marinette responds by saying that she'll always be there for her, then hangs up. Kagami stares at the phone, then is about to go back to fencing when Marinette charges in from behind her, jumping high up and landing on her. Marinette calls her name cheerfully, then notices Tomoe and asks if she'd like a bun, sliding the basket of pastries onto Tomoe's lap. Kagami - looking put off - states to her mother that she remembers Marinette, which Tomoe confirms that she remembers Marinette very clearly, calling Marinette "original." Marinette, while pushing Kagami away (Kagami just awkwardly still while they go), tells Tomoe that she'll bring Kagami back in an hour, encouraging Tomoe to taste the bun, saying that it's filled with fresh fruit and she'll love it. Tomoe silently tastes it, not moving from her spot on the bench.

- Cut to just outside the Canal Saint-Martin, where Marinette is still pushing Kagami who looks sour and is crossing her arms. Marinette says that Adrien is at the pool for a commercial and states that they'll make up. Kagami asks if Marinette knows his schedule and Marinette states that she does over the next three years. She adds that she's going to help them get back together, but Kagami stops the both of them in place, saying that she doesn't want to make up with him. She starts to say that she left him, but Marinette cuts in to ask what she's talking about. She presumes that Kagami thinks that she's not up to it and says that's wrong because she's strong and perfect. She starts to say that Adrien is also, at which point Kagami calls Marinette's name. Marinette throws her hands out to cut Kagami off, stating that they have to be together, adding that Adrien out out of sight and thus out of Kagami's heart, but when Kagami sets her eyes on him, she'll blush, stammer...

- Kagami pulls out her phone and starts tapping on her phone. Marinette is talking about children and hamsters when her phone rings, cutting her off. She excuses herself and pulls out the phone, answering, at which point Kagami says into the phone (and thus over the line) that she doesn't want to be with Adrien anymore and she's very disappointed in him. Marinette, undeterred, starts pushing Kagami again, telling Kagami to trust her and that she's up to the task.

- The two arrive at the swimming pool when Marinette notices Gorilla guarding the door. Marinette laments that she should've know better that he pool would be closed for filming. Kagami starts heading off, saying that they'll go then, but Marinette snags her arm and says that they're going in by distracting the guard.

- Cut to Adrien inside the pool area, going into a room to change. Plagg pops out of his bag, unknowingly echoing Alya as he says that he's the only one who can tell Adrien this, shouting that he's losing it. He complains about Adrien diving into ice water when he could be eating cheese instead. In response, Adrien zips open his bag to reveal that it's filled to the brim with cheese, which excites Plagg. Plagg dives in and says that he takes back everything, saying that Adrien's in the right mind, chowing down as he talks about his life being great. Adrien, now shirtless and wearing swimming trunks, smiles and leaves.

- Adrien travels to the platform jutting out above the pool and looks down at Bob Roth, who explains to Gabriel (over a tablet) that Adrien takes off from the top of the Eiffel Tower in slow motion, doves surrounding him, and his fall goes on infinitely qith the slogan, "A dive into Paris; romantic, magical, and eternal." He adds that there'll be a splash as Adrien plunges into a river of apple juice, followed by a back shot and another splash with the new Gabriel perfume. Gabriel points out that it's pigeons, not doves that they have, but Bob laughs him off, denying it as he slaps the tablet down. Xavier Ramier, standing by, starts to chime in that his birds aren't doves, but Bob pulls him aside to say that it's in their interest for Gabriel to believe they're doves, and that Bob himself will win big while convincing the mayor to create a pigion sanctuary for Xavier. Xavier nods in agreement and Bob returns to the tablet to tell Gabriel that the problem is solved. Bob shouts for things to start and Adrien readies himself. Bob calls for action while Xavier uses his whistle to command the pigeons to fly around Adrien. Adrien jumps and the pigeon surround him, then Adrien front flips and lands in the water. Gabriel tells them to go again because something's missing.

- Meanwhile, Marinette takes a picture of Gorilla with her phone and taps on her phone, uploading it somewhere. Wayhem pops up with a cardboard Adrien, along with a bunch of fans, and they exclaim that Adrien is at the pool. Gorilla gasps and holds them back while Marinette sneaks herself and Kagami inside.

- Back with the commercial, Gabriel says that they have the magic and eternal part, but they're missing the romantic part of Paris. He states that they need a red rose and says that a dove will bring it to Adrien, who will take it between his teeth before diving in. Xavier uses his whistle again and a pigeon flies over to an open case, pulling out a rose and returning to land on Xavier's shoulder. Xavier calls him "Edgar" and says that he can be trusted, as there's no one more obedient than "this little pigeon." Bob Roth "corrects" him, shouting that it's a dove, and Adrien protests that he's allergic to pigeons. Bob insists that nothing will happen and that - again - it's a dove. Gabriel, from his tablet, tells them that they have thirty minutes and proceeds to end the call. Bob glares at Xavier and tells him not to let him down, to which Xavier grins nervously.

- Marinette and Kagami are nearby, with Marinette saying that it's time for camouflage and starts pulling out various objects (among them, a familiar black umbrella; how convenient). Kagami asks if she always takes this with her, and Marinette says that she does and that she has to, then diverts the topic to say that Kagami must always be ready to cross paths with Adrien. She goes onto say that everything inside is foldable, even a ball gown that she presents to her, adding that Kagami will need it when she's reconciled with Adrien. Kagami shakes her head, but Marinette isn't looking at her, finding a pair of swimsuits and then getting up to whisk Kagami away.

- Adrien is heading up to the platform again while Marinette drags Kagami along, both in swimsuits. Marinette hides herself and Kagami behind a pillar, both peeking out, and Marinette says aloud that she bets Kagami is already falling in love again. Kagami looks at her and says that she hasn't, so Marinette turns Kagami's head back towards Adrien and says that it's because she hasn't seen Adrien in action yet.

- Bob Roth calls for action again. Adrien readies himself and Xavier whistles to let his pigeons fly, including the one with the rose. Adrien takes off, but predictably sneezes as Edgar gets close. Edgar flies back to Xavier, perching on his arm, and Bob chides that the pigeon isn't supposed to return with the rose. Xavier explans that the sneeze scared him, and Adrien comes out of the water to say that he'd warned Bob, promptly sneezing again.

- Marinette is watching from a distance, telling Kagami to look at how cute Adrien is and asking if she feels her heartbeat or gets any chills. Kagami merely states that she feels bad for the pigeons' trainer. Marinette says it's because her eyes didn't meet with Adrien's, but Kagami is disinterested and looks back to what's going on.

- Bob pulls out a noseclip, saying it's for his allergy to doves. Adrien, clearly tired of this, puts it on and slumps away. They try the scene again, but just as Adrien goes to grab the rose, he spots Marinette and Kagami, Marinette absolutely LIFTING Kagami and rushing over, saying that her eyes have to meet Adrien. Kagami is resisting and Marinette says that he's looking and she has to look back. Adrien, thoroughly distracted, screams and ungracefully belly-flops into the water. Bob, angry, yells at Xavier to say that it's not impossible to work with the pigeon and that it's not that complicated to deliver a rose mid-ar. Adrien gets up and insists that it's his fault, as he thought he saw a friend from school. Bob and Xavier follow Adrien's gaze, but see nothing (Marinette shushes Kagami from behind a pillar). Bob says as much, adding that what he does see is a pigeon who can't do as asked and he's going to have it banned if it causes the shooting of his advertisement to fail.

- Meanwhile, Marinette is bouncing in place, looking at Kagami hopefully, but Kagami says that she feels nothing, only embarrassment for her, Adrien, and the whole situation. She says that she's leaving and goes to walk off, but Marinette pulls her back and argues that she's too far away. She explains that the attraction is felt better when close and assures that she has an idea.

- Adrien is stepping up to the platform again, with Marinette rushing Kagami towards him. Bob goes to call for action, then gets a notifcation. It's Gabriel, asking if he's ready. Bob nervously says that they are, then gives Xavier a warning glare. Xavier whispers to Edgar to remember that if Bob is happy, then he'll talk to the mayor and the pigeons will all live happily in Paris. Edgar eagerly takes the rose in response.

- Bob calls for action. Adrien is readying himself when the door opens behind him, Marinette pulling Kagami out towards Adrien. Kagami tells her to stop and it's getting crazy, to which Marinette insists that love is crazy and tells her not to think about it. Kagami's arms then slip out of Marinette's hands and she bumps into Adrien, both of them going careening off the platform. Both Marinette and Adrien turn in mid-air so they're facing each other, Adrien calling Marinette's name confusedly while Marinette grins weakly. Adrien's back hits Edgar on the way down and they both splash into the water (which is given multiple repeat shots from different angles). Xavier worriedly calls out to his bird and hurries to retrieve it, then brings it back and flaps its wings to make it spit out the water in its lungs, breathing into it afterwards.

- Adrien and Marinette exit the water and Adrien asks what she's doing there. Marinette says that she came to surprise him, then corrects herself to say that she came to relax, then asks about him in return. Adrien says that they're shooting a commercial and the pool is supposed to be closed. Marinette feigns surprise and says that it explains why there was no one at the reception desk, adding that she felt bad about kissing him, then corrects it to "embarrassing" him, since he's working. She assures that she's leaving and gets up, but slips on nothing and goes careening into crates of pools toys that go splashing into the water, though she recovers and hurries away.

- Gabriel states that the commercial is a failure. Bob angrily retorts that it's not his fault, then switches blame onto Xavier. Xavier is angry too and says that Edgar is his best friend and the most intelligent of pigeons. Gabriel repeats that it's a pigeon and Bob feigns shock over it being a pigeon, again blaming Xavier and saying that he lied to him. He apologizes to Gabriel and says that he'll replace Xavier, adding that he knows a shark trainer. Gabriel tells him to not disappoint him again, promptly hanging up. The scene cuts to Gabriel, who talks about what a fiasco things turned into, then turns to his portrait of Emilie with a pitiful look on his face, saying to "his love" that they might be able to get some good out of it.

- Meanwhile, Bob tells Xavier to get out and that he's fired. Xavier reminds him that he promised to talk to the mayor, to which Bob says he'll tell the mayor to ban the "flying rats." He shouts for Xavier to leave and Adrien tries to pursue him, but Xavier just says that he failed, picking up his case and leaving.

- Shadow Moth monologues that Xavier's despair has reached an unprecedented level, sending out an akuma to go after him. Xavier is just leaving the pool area - with Gorilla still trying to hold the rabid fans back - when the akuma his his whistle. Shadow Moth introduces himself and talks about how humans and pigeons don't live in harmony, then Xavier cuts in to say that he'll change the humans he meets into pigeons. Turned into Mr. Pigeon once more, he blows his whistle, turning all the pigeons black with a rim of red around their eyes. He rambles aloud, asking what Paris would be like without its pigeons or Mr. Pigeon, then adds that everyone will have to accept them from now on, because everyone will be like them. He sends his pigeons after Gorilla and the fans, turning them all into evil pigeons as well.

-Back with Marinette and Kagami, Kagami is struggling to walk away as Marinette is clinging to her ankle, begging her to try again. She says that she's realized her mistake and they can recreate the moment where Kagami fell in love. Kagami starts to talk back to her, but is hit by an evil pigeon, changing her into a pigeon as well. Marinette gasps out her name, then looks out to see Bob and Adrien being chased by the evil pigeons. Marinette hurries into one of the rooms to hide.

- Plagg, meanwhile, hears the commotion and flies out from his cheese pile to open the door and peek out. He sees Adrien being chased and groans about how they were having such a good time. Marinette has just transformed and leaves as Ladybug, swinging across the pool to reach where Adrien is. Adrien sneezes and slams into a wall, hit by a pigeon while he was distracted. Ladybug and Plagg call out to him in shock, then Ladybug slips into one of the rooms again to hide. Plagg swallows the cheese he's holding and phases through the wall just as Ladybug's trying to call Chat Noir. Plagg explains that Chat is a pigeon, then Ladybug uses her Lucky Charm to get a hand-cranked drill. She's confused and Plagg comments that she won't escape through such a small hole. Ladybug closes her eyes, her Lucky Vision flashing on Plagg, then her yoyo's screen, then the pool toys, then Alya, and finally the drill. Ladybug has an idea and makes a comment implying that she's not escaping anywhere at all.

- Alya is sorting through Marinette's notes while the kwami carry things around. Alya has an epiphany and says that - as like her investigations - the answers were right in front of her. She then hears the commotion outside and looks to see the pigeons, Fluff lamenting that this isn't normal and it's a catastrophe. Alya pulls out her phone and sees Nadja reporting that Mr. Pigeon is back, then gets transformed into a pigeon just as she's about to explain his new power. Alya gasps, then gets a call from Ladybug that she immediately answers. Ladybug says that she's stuck at the pool and Alya assures that she's on her way. Ladybug tells her that it's too dangerous to go out and that Chat Noir is a pigeon. Alya asks what to do and Ladybug explains that "Ladybug and Chat Noir" have to bring her Mr. Pigeon. Alya understands and hurries to Marinette's special box, putting in the code to reveal the Miracle Box. Alya slips on the necklace, saying to Trixx that Ladybug needs them, then transforms. She uses Mirage, Ladybug and Chat Noir appearing on the roof and doing a high and low five before leaping off. Rena, a screen being projected from the part of her flute that she'd normally breathe into, assures Ladybug that her illusions are on their way. Ladybug thanks her.

- Andre is hurrying towards a car, two bodyguards at his side, but all three are hit by pigeons. Mr. Pigeon says that Paris is now a pigeon's paradise as the mayor is a pigeon too. Shadow Moth interripts to remind him that there are still "other evils" preventing him from ruling. Mr. Pigeon calls out to Ladybug and Chat Noir and tells them to deliver themselves to him, or he'll spread his wings again and the whole world will become a pigeon. His airplanes made out of pigeons then take off.

- Rena is shown posing, at which point "Chat Noir" shows up to see Xavier. Rena is shown talking "for him," saying that - in Mr. Pigeon's place - he'd turn everyone into kittens since everyone loves those. Ladybug lands beside him and leans on Chat Noir, Rena speaking "for her" to as she comments about ladybugs instead since they bring good luck. The real Ladybug, hearing all of this from her yoyo, congratulates Rena on her good work and adds that she couldn't have said it better herself.

- Mr. Pigeon comments that ladybugs are delicious - a protein snack for pigeons - and "Ladybug" says that he'll have to catch them first. "Ladybug" and "Chat Noir" jump away and Mr. Pigeon gives chase. The real Ladybug says that if he touches the illusions, they'll disappear, but Rena assures that they're comment. Ladybug then tells Plagg that it's his turn, with Plagg complaining that he hates both water and pigeons, and Chat Noir can't deal with them for him. He phases through the wall, then into one of the pool toys (a ball) to hide. The Ladybug and Chat Noir illusions enter, still running from Mr. Pigeon, then get cornered against the wall at one end of the pool. Mr. Pigeon comments that jewelry isn't allowed and the real Ladybug shouts into her communicator for Rena to initiate the plan. "Chat Noir" says that they have no choice and "Ladybug" gives in as well. They both remove their miraculouses and de-transform into random civilians. Shadow Moth is celebrating that it's finally happening.

- The real Ladybug shouts again for Rena to go with the plan, and Rena has the two illusions throw their miraculouses into the water. Mr. Pigeon notes that pigeons can't swim, but he can, so he jumps towards the water. Partway there, Plagg leaves his hiding spot, snagging Mr. Pigeon's necklace as the illusions fade away and Shadow Moth yells out in frustration. Mr. Pigeon emerges from the water and points after Plagg, the pigeons giving chase as Plagg flies off. Ladybug uses the hand-cranked drill to drill a hole in the door, allowing Plagg to slip through with the whistle while the pigeons can't fit through, one in particular getting stuck. Plagg hands it to Ladybug and she drops it, smashing it under her foot. She purifies the akuma as always and uses Miraculous Ladybug to bring everything back to normal.

- Shadow Moth, from his lair, talks to no one to tell Ladybug to have fun with her magic tricks, as he'll crush her one day and it won't be an illusion. Plagg, meanwhile, tells Adrien that he's glad to see him again and asks him what's up, wondering if he's still sneezing. A pigeon feather flies by and Adrien does indeed sneeze, confirming that he's allergic more than ever.

- Mr. Pigeon de-akumatized back into Xavier. Ladybug helps him up and he realizes what happened, asking if he was Shadow Moth's victim again. Ladybug says that she'd like to tell him that it was the last one, but she can't stop it. Rena Rouge lands, saying that she's not so sure, and approaches Ladybug with a page of the grimoire. Ladybug is surprised to see her and Rena states that she (Ladybug) is the guardian, but she forgets that she's Ladybug also. Ladybug asks if there was something in the grimoire and Rena says that there wasn't, suggesting that it's not a collections of rules and solutions, but a guardian's findings about a miraculous. Ladybug wonders if that's refering to her creative power, and Rena confirms that she has to create and that she alone sets the limits. Ladybug nods and a transformation sequences ensues, a circle lighting up beneath her and then lighting up her spots. Ladybug is surprised at first, then runs with the transformation, her pigtails lengthening with an extra light purple piece added to her ponytail holders, and black being added to her suit with red spots in place of black. Ladybug then holds out her yoyo, reaching inside and pulling out a small charm in Mr. Pigeon's colors.

- Alya is amazed and asked her what she did and what the charm is. Ladybug explains that it's a magical charm, giving it to Xavier and telling him to keep it with him to protect him from negative emotions. Xavier asks if this means that Shadow Moth can never akumatize him again, then gets excited and expresses this to the pigeons. He leaves excitedly with them, exclaiming how they'll never be villains of Paris again. Rena and Ladybug fistbump while Adrien looks on and says that Ladybug is truly miraculous.

- Cut to later. It's raining outside and Marinette is standing with Kagami in the rain when Tomoe's car pulls up. The door opens automatically and Kagami echoes what Marinette was talking about earlier about the beating heart and tingling. She says that she felt all of it and Marinette gets exctied, but then Kagami taps Marinette's chest and states that she felt it through Marinette, because Marinette is the one who blushes and stutters around Adrien; she even knows his schedule over the next three years. Kagami says that Marinette is right and Adrien is perfect, but he's perfect for Marinette. Marinette struggles for a response, just barely managing to call out to Kagami as Kagami is leaving. Kagami looks back, but then sits in her seat, the door closing and the car riding off. The camera turns around as Marinette watches the car go, Adrien exiting the building behind her. He notices the umbrella and asks if Marinette's kept it all this time, the camera cutting to a close-up of Marinette's shocked eyes.

- Adrien calls out to her, Marinette turning around and asking if he remembers that and adding that he entangled it for her. She corrects it to "loaned," then explains that it was crying, which she corrects to raining. She says that, now, she can take it from him, then corrects to say that she can give it back. Adrien is put off, then smiles and says that she'll need it to get home. Marinette looks away and admits that he's not wrong, then they both look as Gorilla pulls up in a car. Adrien suggests that they can drop her off at home and Marinette nods, going up to his side. The umbrella closes on both of them and they laugh, then Adrien pushes it back up. Marinette suggests that they walk home together since they have an umbrella, and Adrien smiles - about to respond - when he remembers Gorilla, who opens the back door. Adrien says sadly that he has Chinese class and she knows how his father is demanding. He says that he'll see her at school and Marinette nods, saying that she'll see him tomorrow. Adrien runs to the car, turns to look at her, then hits the back of his head as he goes to slip into the car. Marinette and Adrien chuckle, then Marinette waves as Adrien gets into his seat and closes the door. The car rides off and it's revealed that Kagami was watching them from a distance. She says that the two are made for each other, then tells the driver to go.

- Marinette is walking home with a smile on her face. Tikki pops out to ask how she's doing, and Marinette says that everything is fine. She repeats the saying that Alya had told her, then runs forward and cheers, splashing in a puddle as she goes and the episode ends.

#category: episode summaries #episode: Mr. Pigeon 72 #other: ml spoilers #((Sorry about the wait on these! Again lol four episodes in one week DRAINED me.))

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doing this thing | day 13 - poison

After so many years together, Geralt and Jaskier have developed a system of sorts for large gatherings. Jaskier loves being surrounded by people, loves the food and drink and song and will gladly spend hours upon hours dancing with whichever lord or lady catches his eye. Geralt is very much the opposite. The only reason he attends is either to keep an eye on Jaskier or to support him if he's performing. Otherwise, he'd rather be in the forest sharpening his swords or something.

As such, they've developed a signal for when Geralt has reached his limit of entertainment; he'll catch Jaskier's eye over the crowd - not difficult to do when Jaskier always has one eye on him anyway - and nod toward the door with his head. It's a statement as much as it is a question. I'm heading upstairs but also are you coming? Most nights Jaskier will remain for a while, enjoying the energy of whatever party they're attending, but on rare occasions, he'll turn in early.

Tonight it's the latter. He's finished his set and the main event is over - the engagement announcement of an old friend - and Geralt is looking quite spectacular tonight if he does say so himself. It’s an important event for Jaskier, so Geralt had let him pick out his outfit and had only complained once. Which, to be fair, was about the tightness of the sleeves around his arms. Next time, they'll just go to Elihal and have something made for him. But either way, he looks stunning tonight in black and gold and Jaskier is overflowing with pride that he's the one who gets to leave with him. Even if it doesn't lead to anything more than getting to sleep by his side.

So when Geralt rises from his seat, Jaskier is already prepared to leave. Being alone in their room is certain to prove frustrating because even surrounded by old friends, Jaskier can't keep his eyes off of him. Geralt nods and Jaskier smiles and mimics the gesture, earning him a soft smile from Geralt that makes his stomach flip. He bids a quick goodnight to the group he's talking to and quickly slips through the crowd to say a final congratulations to his friend before sneaking away.

There's a table of drinks to one side of the room and he grabs one on his way out; he'll certainly need the encouragement. He quickly downs the drink, setting the cup back down on the table before making his way through the halls.

He's barely left the hall when his head starts to feel strange, but he puts it down to the liquor being stronger than expected and continues on. But by the time he reaches their room, he's sweating. Heat prickles at his skin and there's an uncomfortable heaviness in his chest that he can't quite place. In a terrifying moment of realization, he wonders if he's been poisoned because something is certainly not right here. He's had his share of drunken nights and no matter how much he's had to drink, he's never felt like this. Even as he turns the handle and pushes into the room, his body continues rapidly heating up and he knows from experience that that is never good.

But when the door swings open, the rest of his body becomes a background thought as his cock twitches in his trousers. He must be gawking because Geralt lifts an eyebrow at him skeptically but Jaskier hardly registers it. Geralt is standing in the room, clearly in the process of getting undressed. His fingers linger on the buttons of his doublet which is open, baring his barely covered chest to the world. Despite his brain ceasing to function, Jaskier thinks this might be why Geralt so often calls him promiscuous. He does look quite lewd like this and oh the things that does to him.

Arousal burns through him and Jaskier swallows hard in an attempt to tamp it down, to no avail. If anything the swell of need increases, which is... not normal. Jaskier has spent half his life forcing down his attraction to the Witcher, so much so that he'd call himself an expert at denying himself. But tonight, his body has different ideas.

Geralt's eyes flick downward then back up, skeptical.

"You didn't have to come up with me," he says, "if you wanted to find a partner for the night, I wouldn't have minded."

Jaskier frowns in confusion. He learned the hard way long ago that Geralt can smell many things, his arousal being one of them, but this is not an uncommon occurrence. He shifts his stance and- oh, when did that happen? His cock is hard, pressing uncomfortably against the front of his trousers now that he's aware of it. That is... not the worst thing that's happened to him in Geralt's company, but the fact that he didn't notice worries him a little.

"Oh, er, I- I didn't."

"Jaskier," Geralt says slowly, taking a step toward him. "Are you alright?"

"Well actually, now that you-" Geralt steps into his space and Jaskier's skin prickles all over. "No, I don't think so."

"Your pupils are dilated," he mutters and Jaskier just shifts uncomfortably. This close, he can feel the heat radiating from Geralt's body and his body burns with the need to touch, to get his hands under that shirt and just touch him. "How do you feel?"

"Hot."

Geralt presses a hand to his forehead and Jaskier groans as a wave of pleasure washes over him. That is definitely not normal. His body is incredibly sensitive in a lot of places, but his forehead is not one of them.

"Oh," he breathes and he presses forward into the touch. "That feels incredible." Geralt's frown deepens but Jaskier finds it hard to be concerned when Geralt's fingers slip down to tip his chin up. He shuts his eyes and hums.

"Did you take a drink from anyone?" Geralt asks and the words almost go unnoticed as Jaskier is overcome with another surge of arousal. "Jaskier," Geralt growls, pushing firmly with both hands on his shoulders, "focus." Jaskier looks up at him and his mouth goes dry.

Geralt's face is pinched in concern but it's hard to worry about that because with his hair tied back like that and that doublet he looks so fucking sexy. He always does, but seeing him like this makes Jaskier's stomach drop in the most delightful way.

"Hmm?" he asks and Geralt sighs.

"Drinks, Jaskier. Did you take a drink from anyone you don't know."

"No, I'm not stupid, Geralt." He leans in, pressing his hands to Geralt's chest without thinking and oh- Gods, he could touch him all day and never tire of it, but- "I did grab a drink from the table," he hums and Geralt takes his hands, gently removing them from his chest, much to Jaskier's displeasure.

"Fuck."

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't drink so much but sometimes it's hard." He curls his fingers around Geralt's, stroking his hands. "I just want to touch you all the time and it's so hard not to."

"Jaskier I think you drank a love potion."

He freezes at that. "So I haven't been poisoned?" he asks cautiously.

"Unlikely," Geralt confirms, quickly detangling their fingers and pulling away, "but this could be much worse."

"How?" He's already reaching for Geralt again, desperate for the smallest touch, but Geralt steps away, crosses to lean against the wall at the other side of the room.

"Love potions vary depending on their intended purpose," he says and Jaskier climbs up on the bed where he can be closer. He flops down on his stomach and his cock slips against the inside of his trousers, pulling a soft moan from him as he tries to get comfortable. Geralt clears his throat and continues.

"Some twist other emotions to make someone fall in love - usually with a designated person. Some just enhance already existing feelings. Those ones can go very wrong very quickly if you ingest too much or if the formula isn't correct. Some of them create a false sense of love for as long as the potion remains in your system."

"For how long?"

"It depends on your metabolism. For me? Much shorter than for you. Some of them aren't love potions at all but are still classified as such. Probably because it's more acceptable to make love potions than sexual enhancers."

"And those ones?" Jaskier asks weakly, resisting the urge to rock his hips against the mattress.

"Make you desperate," Geralt says blandly, which seems cruel when Jaskier's whole body feels like it's about to combust.

"Which do you think this is?" he asks, but he suspects he knows the answer already considering it's taking every ounce of his control not to reach out and pull Geralt onto the bed with him.

"Tell me how you feel."

"Like I'm burning up from the inside out. Like I'm losing control."

"Hot?"

"Very."

"And still aroused," Geralt comments. Jaskier just presses his face into the covers and groans. "Is it constant?"

"No," Jaskier mumbles, "it uh, feels better when you touch me."

"Hmm."

"What does that mean?" Jaskier looks to see Geralt uncrossing his arms and coming toward him. His pulse spikes and it feels like his heart is in his throat.

"Like this?" Geralt asks, pressing a hand to his shoulder. Another place Jaskier isn't particularly sensitive, but the simple touch makes him ache and he groans as his hips press forward instinctively. "Does it feel like it's getting any worse?" Jaskier pulls himself up, crossing his legs under him as Geralt pulls away.

"Not really."

"It will."

"What?" Jaskier squawks. It's the first time he's felt anything but overwhelming need since he came up to the room, but the fear of more isn't better.

"Don't worry," Geralt says gently, "I'll be here."

"That's... actually not comforting, Geralt. What does that mean?"

"You're going to get far more desperate before it gets better, you'll need touch and I'm not going to just sit here and watch you suffer." Jaskier's breath catches and he can't believe Geralt is saying this to him.

"Do you mean you'll-"

"Just be glad it wasn't intended for you or I wouldn't be able to help. I'd have to take you to Yen or you'd have to fuck the idiot who did this to you to ease the discomfort."

"I'm not sure it was done to me, per se. I am glad it's not poison though."

"You won't be saying that in a few minutes."

Geralt is right, unfortunately, and after barely five minutes, Jaskier can barely stand the way his skin prickles with the need to be touched. He's hot all over, sweating through his clothes, but taking off his doublet does nothing but apparently make him more sensitive to the fabric of his shirt against his skin. He whimpers as it brushes against a nipple and arches off the bed.

He's propped up on the pillows and it's taking all of his self-control not to roll over and rut against the bed. Even the thought of it makes his cock throb in its confinement and he very nearly shoves a hand down his trousers to ease the need. A sound catches his attention at the last moment and he looks up to find Geralt, divested of his doublet and tugging his shirt out of his trousers.

Jaskier's eyes catch the thin strip of skin above his waistband and he moans out loud as the shirt lifts, giving way to a vast expanse of skin practically begging Jaskier to touch it. Geralt tugs his boots off and climbs up onto the end of the bed, crawling up and pushes Jaskier's ankles apart to kneel between them.

"Geralt," Jaskier chokes, shaking his head.

He can't get the words out, but Geralt can't do this, he doesn't understand what it means to him. Suddenly the ache doesn't feel so bad and he's sure if he went off somewhere for a little while, he could work through it on his own. How long could it take for the potion to work through his system, anyway?

"Shh," Geralt whispers, leaning forward on his hands.

He's too close now and Jaskier has to shut his eyes because feeling him so close is already hard enough. His fingers twitch against the bed and he wants to touch, even to slip his fingers around Geralt's, but he knows he can't.

"You can't-"

"Jaskier," Geralt breathes, much closer than he was a moment ago, "I wouldn't do this for just anyone." Whatever protest he had prepared dies on his tongue and Jaskier chokes out a moan instead as Geralt's palm slides up his hip. "I can find someone else if it's easier for you-"

"No," Jaskier says a little too quickly. "No, please, I want you. Only you."

"You don't mean that," Geralt breathes, nosing at his neck. The second his lips touch skin, Jaskier moans softly.

Tentatively, he wraps his arms around Geralt's shoulders, careful not to be too quick, too needy. He fails miserably, but Geralt doesn't seem to mind as Jaskier's fingers dig into his skin or the way he whines with every little shift of Geralt's mouth against him. Geralt's lips press against his neck, slowly moving up as Jaskier tips his head back and with a sigh.

It does nothing to ease the burning in his skin, but it feeds another need, one much older and grounded than the lust that sears through his veins now. It's a welcome diversion but the insistence returns quickly and Jaskier finds himself squirming to get free.

He wants to get Geralt out of the rest of his clothes, to press against him with nothing between them, indulge in every secret fantasy he's had over the last two decades - but he doesn't get a chance. Before he can move, Geralt's mouth finds his own and any thoughts are chased away by the softness of his lips.

Jaskier's hands slip into his hair and he tugs Geralt closer, biting at his bottom lip and moaning against him. Surprisingly, Geralt doesn't withdraw, he presses closer, fitting himself between Jaskier's legs. He pushes under his thighs, folding Jaskier's up and rocking against him.

"Geralt," he moans, "oh fuck."

Jaskier wraps his legs around him and rolls his hips, rutting shamelessly against Geralt's hip. Geralt is hard against him, and Jaskier has never felt anything so incredible in his whole life. In some way, Geralt wants this too, even if it's just for the sex. He reaches down, squeezing Geralt's ass and pressing him down against him. Geralt is surprisingly welcoming, but it only lasts a moment before he's pulling away, rising up to his knees again.

Jaskier keeps his legs around him, but he reaches up, running his palms up Geralt's chest as he rocks under him. Geralt pushes his shirt up and Jaskier shudders at the first touch of his fingers against his bare skin. He arches off the bed at the faintest nudge letting Geralt push his shirt up over his head

Geralt's hands are rough but gentle, sliding back to his hips and Jaskier squeezes his eyes shut, dreading the moment he eventually wakes. Because this can't be real, can it? Even if he is helping him, Geralt couldn't possibly want this from him? With him? Surely after all this time- His thoughts are abruptly interrupted by Geralt's mouth on his own and dexterous fingers working open his trousers.

Geralt draws away, just as one of his hands snakes into Jaskier's trousers, wrapping around him and stroking gently.

"Stop thinking so much," he breathes, "don't worry, I want this." He rocks his hips forward as if to prove his point and Jaskier groans.

Geralt spares a moment, leaning over to brush a hand down the side of Jaskier's face. It's soft and intimate in comparison to the raging heat and want inside him and Jaskier melts under it, sinking back into the bed as his hips press up. A hand slides under them, holding him off the bed and Geralt holds him like that, bending down to kiss his chest. His mouth is somehow still warm against Jaskier's skin and it feels good despite him already being overheated. He craves the heat and Geralt drops him back against the bed, bending lower to kiss his way down to Jaskier's waistband.

He takes his time licking at sucking every inch of exposed skin, tugging Jaskier's trousers out of the way when he runs out of room. When Geralt's tongue meets the vee of his hip, Jaskier squirms, grasping blindly for Geralt's head. He winds his fingers through his hair, whimpering at the intensity of it. This is a sensitive spot for him, but he can't help wondering if it's just the potion that brings about this heightened sensation or if it's Geralt. Either way, his cock aches with every new touch, hips twitching up, seeking more.

Geralt mumbles against his skin and Jaskier has no idea what he's saying, but suddenly it no longer matters because Geralt's fingers wrap around the waistband of his trousers, tugging them down without hesitation. Jaskier shuffles as Geralt sits back up, moving to help the removal of his clothes.

His eyes are shut, but he hears the sharp inhale and then a pause as Geralt gets him naked, tossing his clothes to one side. Normally, Jaskier might be inclined to go and gather them up and fold them nicely, but when he opens his eyes, Geralt is watching him with intense concentration. His eyes are dark, pupils wide with barely a rim of gold around them and Jaskier doesn't think he has ever looked so sexy. He moves reflexively, wrapping his arms around Geralt's neck and hauling him down and kissing him hard. He gets a soft laugh in return and when Geralt draws away again he presses his face into Jaskier's neck.

"You can't be feeling too badly," he hums, but Jaskier groans at him.

"You make it better," he breathes, "it doesn't feel so... overwhelming."

"It's not me," Geralt mumbles, "that's just how it works. If you give in to it, the desperation eases."

"That's not what I said. I said you make it better, not that I wanted this less." Geralt's laugh tickles his neck and Jaskier twists his fingers into his hair again, pressing his hips against him.

Geralt's trousers are rough against his cock, but it feels good and Geralt is surprisingly responsive, meeting every thrust with his own. It's hardly fair that Jaskier is undressed and Geralt is not. He loosens one hand from Geralt's hair, sliding his palm down Geralt's chest.

He wants to keep touching him, to just run his hands over Geralt's entire body, but he doesn't have the patience right now. A small part of him is regretful that he may never get the chance, but his body protests the delay. Finally, he gets his hand on Geralt's hip, shoving his trousers down just far enough to free his cock and get a hand around him.

Geralt groans at the touch, shuffling forward to press his cock against his hand and he nips at Jaskier's neck. He works over the same spot and Jaskier shudders. He aches. He wants. He struggles to wrap his hand all the way around him and the thought of having that cock inside him makes him lightheaded.

"Geralt," he pants, "please, I want you. Please."

Geralt barely moves, slipping a little further down his neck. He continues nipping at the skin, sucking at it, leaving soft kisses over each mark before moving further down. His tongue leaves wet spots in its wake, cooling against Jaskier's skin in the evening air, a harsh juxtaposition to the heat still simmering under his skin.

By the time Geralt reaches his hips again, Jaskier's mind is foggy with need and his cock leaks steadily against his hip. Just as he's about to sit up, wet heat engulfs the head of his cock and Geralt's tongue slips over the head tasting him and he sucks hard as he pulls off again. Geralt looks up at him and Jaskier barely lifts his head off the pillow to see him, dropping it back with a groan.

"You're a damned tease, Geralt of Rivia. I fear I shall grow old and die before you fuck me."

Geralt dips to kiss his hip once more, laughing softly against his skin before rising up and climbing off the bed. He strips out of his trousers and Jaskier leans up on one elbow to watch. Geralt is magnificent and Jaskier only wishes something other than mistakenly drinking a love potion would have gotten him into his bed. The thought doesn't linger though as heat creeps back up into him, prickling at his skin now that Geralt is no longer touching him.

He wraps a hand around himself to try and ease the ache, stroking himself slowly and squeezing around the head of his cock. It feels good but does nothing to quell the urgency.

But Geralt returns, kneeling on the bed and sitting back on his heels. His cock just proudly from his body and Jaskier can't help but stare at the way it curves back up enticingly. He wants to get his mouth around him, but more than that he wants to climb into Geralt's lap and sit on him, wants to fuck himself on that incredible cock.

There's the sound of a cork popping and Jaskier looks up to find Geralt spilling something over his fingers. He doesn't have to ask what it is because a second later his legs are being nudged apart and Geralt shifts, reaching back behind his balls and slipping against his hole. Jaskier's eyes drop shut involuntarily and he groans, spreading his legs further to give Geralt better access. A wave of pleasure rolls through him and he tightens his grip on his cock, stroking a little slower.

When Geralt first presses into him, he thinks he might implode. But Geralt keeps going, pushing deeper inside him, first with one finger, then two, and he stretches him, thrusts into him until Jaskier can barely breathe - though miraculously his body remains intact. He doesn't realize he's even speaking until Geralt crawls up over him and covers his mouth with his own to quiet him. Jaskier lets himself sink into it, moaning into his mouth and pushing his fingers through his hair.

Geralt's fingers slip from his body and Jaskier groans at the loss, but he's not wanting for long. As Geralt shifts above him, he aligns himself, nudging against Jaskier's hole with the head of his cock. Jaskier holds his breath as Geralt pushes forward, but he wraps a soothing hand around the side of Jaskier's neck, soothing him.

"Breathe," he whispers, "relax, Jask." He rubs his thumb just under his jaw and Jaskier exhales slowly, blinking up at him. "Better?" Geralt asks and Jaskier hums, rolling his hips into him. He slides deeper and Jaskier moans softly, pressing his nose into Geralt's cheek.

"Please," he whispers, "I need you. Please, darling." Geralt tips his head back with just his thumb, nuzzling against his neck and pressing his lips to his skin.

He says nothing, but he moans softly as he pushes deeper and Jaskier whimpers at the stretch but he pushes back against him. As Geralt settles deep inside him, Jaskier shifts his hips, adjusting before rocking onto him again with force. Geralt is by far the biggest cock he's ever taken, but Jaskier revels in the stretch, in the intense feeling of fullness.

Geralt fucks him slowly at first, picking up speed as Jaskier wraps around him. He's quick and hard and Jaskier is overwhelmed at just how good he is, always knowing exactly where to touch him, where to kiss him. And when he shifts his hips just so, Jaskier sees stars,

He whimpers, arching off the bed and rolling his head back and the pleasure rushes through him, threatening to overwhelm him. He finds himself wondering again if it's just the potion or if Geralt is just a fantastic fuck. He finds it doesn't really matter as Geralt's hips snap again and he finds himself sinking back into the bed, eyes dropping shut in pleasure.

It's not long before he's shaking, his legs twitching around Geralt's hips. He's close, so close he can practically feel it already and he can hear Geralt's arousal in every huff of breath against his ear, ever little grunt and groan as he brings him closer and closer to the edge.

"Jaskier," he huffs, burying his face in Jaskier's neck, "fuck."

"Yeah," Jaskier agrees. He pushes Geralt's head back up, biting his lip and moaning against him.

When he comes, it's with his nose pressed against Geralt's, panting so hard he can barely think straight. Geralt buries himself deep, keeping his thrusts hard and shallow and Jaskier cups the back of his head, whispering to him.

"Come on darling. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Fuck, you feel good."

"That's right," Jaskier runs his fingers through his hair, taking advantage of the few moments he has left with Geralt like this. He slips his hands down his back, rolling Geralt's hips forward even as he thrust stutter and falter.

He kisses Jaskier as he comes, shoving an arm under him and pulling him close. They fit together well, Jaskier thinks, but as Geralt comes down from the high, he rolls to the side, hauling Jaskier up against him.

"Feel better?" he asks, pressing his nose into Jaskier's hair.

"Very much. Thank you."

"Any time," Geralt hums shutting his eyes with a soft smile. Jaskier lets himself be pulled into a warm embrace, rolling so he's facing Geralt. “You’re sure you feel okay?”

"Really?" he asks and he thinks he's pushing his luck but Geralt just presses a kiss into his hair.

"Hopefully next time you won't have to be poisoned first."

Jaskier pulls back to look at him, pressing a hand to his chest. "Darling, if I knew it was this easy to get you into bed I wouldn't have been downstairs long enough to drink the damn thing."

Geralt leans forward, catching his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. "I'll remember that next time."

#this is... not poison at all #so sorry #geraskier #rex writes #october prompts 2k20

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Willie Headcanons

So I actually came up with this like a month ago and forgot to post it. Anyway enjoy my headcanons about our favorite sk8er boi. Be ready for feels.

Tw: death, car accident mention, emotional manipulation.

...

In my mind, Willie had a good relationship with his parents. They were supportive and everything. They both loved Willie very much.

And Willie has youngest child energy so I’m saying he has a sister who’s 2 years older and a brother who’s 5 years older. Their names are Delilah and Austin.

AND ALL THREE OF THEM ARE ADRENALINE JUNKIES.

Seriously imagine the worst possible combination of head empty only skateboarding and you’ve got Willie, Delilah, and Austin.

Austin started skating when he was 7 and got Delilah hooked on it a year later.

Their parents kinda didn’t like the idea of it but those two had already started teaching Willie basic stuff by the time he was 3.

But... the other two had other interests. Delilah was into art (painting) and Austin played piano (like, really well).

For Willie, skateboarding was his thing. And it always was.

He had fun with it when his big brother would put his hands on his and teach him to play a bit, or his sister would give him some paint and a spare canvas and they’d doodle together, but it wasn’t like skating.

As far as I’ve seen (which admittedly isn’t that far) it’s widely accepted that Willie has ADHD so I’m leaning into that here.

And Willie inherited his brain from his dad, who had a bad experience with meds and so wouldn’t let any of his kids go through it.

So Willie grew up unmedicated but probably better off for the time period. His dad taught him coping mechanisms. Him and Austin. Delilah didn’t inherit it but she was taught to empathize with her brothers and recognize when they needed her help with something.

She’s a badass who can and does beat up anybody who’s mean to her brothers for missing social cues.

But anyway while Austin had piano (and skating as a side thing) Willie got even more hooked on skateboarding than either of his siblings because his brain latched onto it from a young age and couldn’t let go.

We all have our outlets. The chaos in our brains has to go somewhere. For Willie it goes into skating.

When he’s young he and his siblings will skateboard to school and then after school they’ll skate all around Hollywood for hours.

They do their homework in random McDonalds and Denny’s and tbh become local cryptid customers. Like they’re just these 3 super friendly skater siblings who tip really well and visit every fast food place within a 20 mile radius of their house with varying frequency.

They also find e v e r y skatepark, empty pool, and vacant lot in that 20 mile radius that they can possibly find.

Their parents have to bail them out of jail for trespassing and the occasional vandalism every so often.

Sometimes one of them has stuff to do and it’s just two of them out skating but if two of them are busy the other one never goes out alone cause it’s dangerous. We’ll get back to that later.

So anyway when they’re 17, 14, and 12, Delilah comes out as a lesbian.

And the family is supportive of course because they’re a good family.

But her coming out gets Willie thinking. About how some of his friends have crushes on girls but he just... doesn’t see the appeal.

Like he has a couple friends who are girls and they’re great and he likes hanging out with them at recess but he doesn’t get the hype. They’re just more friends. So he doesn’t really see what his big sister is so interested in either.

In my mind Willie actually is from around the same time as the boys (dying in like 1999) so one day while nobody else in their house is home he and Delilah are watching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi and Willie’s again wondering why people think Leia is so hot cause she’s cool and all but Luke is right there and he looks really good and—

Willie: I think I might be gay.

Delilah: Yeah I know.

They talk about it and Willie does decide to tell the rest of the family but he’s a bit wary about anyone else because he saw how some of Delilah’s friends turned on her after she came out. He doesn’t want that to happen to him.

He does end up telling a few of his friends but he doesn’t quite not care what people think of him the way his big sister does.

Austin is the only straight one and he’s like. So awkward about it but in a sweet way.

Austin: So, Britney Spears is hot, right?

Delilah: Stop.

And

Austin: So I saw you hanging around Chris the other day are you two..?

Willie: ...no...???

Austin: Cool, yeah I didn’t think so. Just had to make sure. Not that I’m doubting your ability to get boys but I’d have to shovel talk him if you were.

Willie: If I ever do get a boyfriend, please don’t.

He tries. He’s a himbo if that wasn’t clear. Where did you think Willie learned it?

So anyway fast forward a couple years and they’re 22, 19, and 17. Austin and Delilah are both in college and Willie’s the last one left at home and things between their parents start getting... tense.

Like they don’t fight exactly but they’ve fallen out of love and things are awkward.

Even Austin and Delilah can tell and they’re only home on breaks and some weekends but for Willie it’s right there and he’s watching it happen. He has no option but to see.

They used to have a rule that they don’t go skating alone because it’s dangerous but Willie just can’t make himself stay home so he goes out skateboarding.

At first it’s never too far from home or anywhere where there’s too much traffic but as things get increasingly awkward at home he goes out farther and farther, chasing the adrenaline high he used to get from going anywhere and everywhere every day after school with his siblings.

Then his parents officially tell him they’re getting divorced and

And it’s not like he couldn’t see it coming, but... it still hurts.

And neither of his siblings are coming home any time soon so

So he goes out skating on his own, way too far from home. He keeps going until he doesn’t even know where he is anymore.

He isn’t really paying attention the way he should but that’s not why he runs into trouble.

The driver of that red pickup is drunk and he rounds the corner out of nowhere.

If Delilah or Austin had been there they could have yelled for Willie to jump out of the way, or maybe up on the hood so the impact wouldn’t be as bad, but he’s alone.

So he gets hit, and the car was going fast enough that he’s dead before he even hits the pavement.

After that there’s a lot of confusion but once Willie figures out he’s a ghost... it’s too painful to think about going home, so he just... doesn’t.

He doesn’t want to see his family mourning him, so he just distracts himself, skating everywhere he couldn’t before without getting busted.

Plus some old routes where he used to go with Delilah and Austin, just for something that’s familiar but not too familiar.

He’s on one of those more familiar routes a few weeks after his death when he’s skating down Sunset Boulevard one night, singing along to Toxic by Britney Spears blasting from a nearby club and a man dressed in a purple suit comments on how he’s got a good voice.

Honestly Willie is just so relieved to have someone to talk to that he forgets about stranger danger completely.

Plus he recognizes an Elder Gay in Caleb and assumes he can trust him because the Elder Gays he met at pride that one time he went with Delilah were so nice and understanding of how reassuring it was to see queer people of older generations who got a happy ending.

Caleb barely even has to try. He just lets this 17-year-old obviously-queer ghost rant at him for a few minutes, asks a few questions and finds out that he also can play piano, and convinces him to come to the Hollywood Ghost Club the next night.

From there it’s not like Willie has anyone to save him so of course he has to join the club.

At first he’s completely alone because the other performers scare him almost as much as Caleb does.

Then slowly, he sees how they give him space because they know he’s scared of them. How they turn a blind eye when he leaves the club without permission. How they don’t critique his mistakes with the same sarcasm they show each other.

Willie starts to realize that the other performers are doing their best to look out for him, and he starts being less afraid.

They’re all too concerned with their own survival to really protect him but if they draw some attention to themselves occasionally so Caleb doesn’t notice Willie being slow to pick up some tricky choreography, that’s not too risky.

The others are all like 21 at the youngest and they really don’t appreciate Caleb tricking a literal child into working for him no matter how talented said child is. (Cause Willie is good at singing and piano. It’s just not his passion.)

The twins are 22 but they died in 1925 and before that they were performing to support a younger brother who they never got to say goodbye to so maybe they see Willie as a kind of second chance.

Lyssa (what I decided to name drummer woman because I don’t know her real name if she has one) is 25 and she died in 1984. She had a daughter who’d be about Willie’s age now and... who knows? Maybe they were friends.

Fuego is 24 and from 1951 and he had a childhood best friend who enlisted and died in WWII that he thought he might get to see when he died but that boy moved on and so... well, Willie’s just a little younger than his friend was the last time he saw him.

In short Willie becomes everyone’s baby brother and they do what they can to look out for him even if they’re just as scared of Caleb as he is.

And the better adjusted Willie gets to (after)life at the HGC and the better they get to know him, the guiltier the others start to feel about him being stuck there.

Eventually a combination of guilt and worked-up courage leads Fuego tells him about the whole unfinished business thing, in hopes maybe he can figure his out and get away from Caleb.

It doesn’t take Willie long to think of his family, how hopeless he felt about the divorce, how worried he was it would change everything and then how scared he was to see his family in pain because of his death.

He realizes his unfinished business is probably seeing them. Letting himself say goodbye.

He almost gets away with it.

Caleb catches up and stops him in the driveway of his house and poofs them back to the HGC.

He convinces (gaslights) Willie into believing that saying goodbye was never his unfinished business and even if it was it’s not like it would matter because Caleb wouldn’t let him do it.

The next morning he ships the HGC out to Tokyo. They stay on the move for a long time and when they are in town, Willie is basically locked in his room.

The next time he’s allowed out in Hollywood, his parents don’t live in their old house anymore and he has no way to find them.

As a coping mechanism, he just starts making the best of a bad situation. Becoming better friends with the other ghosts. Helping soften the blow whenever someone new comes along.

None of that means he stops checking the faces of passing skaters or keeping eyes on restaurants his folks used to like, but it does mean he more or less gives up hope.

That’s what he’s doing when he bumps into Alex.

Look, Willie loves his friends at the HGC. He really does. But there’s a big difference between 17 and 20-something. Like the others will drink alcohol some nights and technically Willie was born over 21 years ago but he still feels weird enough about it that he doesn’t drink.

He hasn’t talked to anyone his age in a long time so Alex is a breath of fresh air.

Also he’s like. Really cute. And sweet. And funny. And shit, Willie’s fallen for him before he even has time to think about it.

He keeps thinking about how Alex doesn’t seem like he’d be physically capable of hurting someone on purpose so Austin would approve and every once in a while there’s that sarcasm that pops out which means he’d get along great with Delilah.

In general Alex is the kind of guy he would’ve loved to take home to meet the family. Them not included, he’s kind of... everything Willie’s missed about Hollywood in the form of one person.

Then they hang out more and Alex is still everything he’s missed but he’s also so much more than that and...

It almost feels like a part of Alex is still alive. And for the first time in years, a part of Willie feels alive, too.

They’ve known each other for like a week tops and Willie is already in love.

Not that he’s admitting that to anyone, because he’s learned the hard way that anyone you care about can be used against you.

Still... when Alex asks for help getting revenge on Bobby, he can’t bring himself to say no because he needs to keep Alex in his (after)life and the only way he knows how to do that (or to make people be nice to him in general) is to be as useful as possible.

That turns out to be a big mistake, because Caleb sees right through him in an instant, targets Alex to confirm it, then immediately starts the process to trick the boys into committing to eternity at the HGC.

Willie feels like an idiot for thinking he could actually get away with it. Doing something good for someone he cares about.

He hadn’t thought Caleb would be interested in them because he’d never actually heard them play. The assumption was that he’d make them do some small favor and then let them talk to their bandmate for 5 minutes. A clean deal where they never have to commit to anything. Willie forgot to take magic into account.

He almost manages to convince himself it was all a bad dream, but when he seeks out Alex and his friends to check on them, he can almost feel the jolts himself, and seeing Alexthem in pain feels terrible.

Willie knows that theoretically they could figure out their unfinished business and cross over, but that all depends on finding it and doing it fast enough and if they failed...

People you care about can be used against you. And Willie does not want to be used against Alex again. He doesn’t want to see Alex used against him.

So he keeps his distance, in hopes Caleb will think he lost interest. He’s pretty sure once the boys find out about the stamp they’ll hate him, anyway.

And plus, as he’s been taught by his friends at the HGC, you have to look out for yourself because no one else will do it for you. Maybe you hurt somebody by not standing up for them, but you can apologize later and hope they forgive you. You can’t apologize if you’re gone, and it’s not like it would make a difference anyway because Caleb is too powerful for anyone to beat.

The thought of how spending eternity with Alex might not be so bad even if it has to be at the HGC does come up, but ironically that’s what makes Willie decide to screw his courage to the sticking point and tell them.

Because he has seen what decades at the club has done to his friends.

They’re all great performers, and they perform happiness well even to each other, but Willie knows them enough to know how tired they all are. How they have been doing the same thing over and over again for decades and they are sick of it.

They’re young, talented tragedies lost to drug overdoses, or AIDS, or accidents, or suicide, and they should’ve gotten to rest after everything they went through in their lives. Instead, they got a curse disguised as a blessing. They got to stay on a stage, got to keep performing and soaking up applause, never got to stop.

Willie has been there a shorter time than most of them and he feels it. The exhaustion, because ghosts are supposed to haunt for a few years then figure out their unfinished business and move on. They’re not meant to be trapped for decades, used as party tricks.

A part of Alex still feels alive and being trapped in the Hollywood Ghost Club for years on end would kill that part of him.

Willie can’t let that happen, so as hard as it is...

He tells the boys what’s wrong with them. And by that hurt, betrayed look in Alex’s eyes, he’s honestly expecting him to never forgive him.

But then Alex does. And that almost hurts worse because whether he figures out his unfinished business or not, Willie doubts he’s ever going to see him again.

He honest to God almost cries when Alex hugs him because... shit, he hasn’t gotten a hug since he was breathing.

He goes back to the HGC and tries to go about his day, and keeps replaying how good it felt to have Alex’s arms around him, hoping that memory will get him through the next few decades on his own.

The ghosts at the club do actually gossip a fair amount and by this point all of them know about the 3 dead members of Sunset Curve.

So when Willie admits to Helen (what I’m calling one of the twins) that Alex hugging him was the first time he’d gotten a hug since he died, she hugs him tight for a good 20 seconds, telling him she’s sorry he has to lose him, and if Willie closes his eyes he can almost pretend it’s Delilah.

The next thing he knows, he’s locked in a closet.

Caleb comes to talk to (intimidate) him a few hours later, saying he knows what Willie did.

He’s magically locked in his room alone for a couple weeks after that and it’s essentially psychological torture.

Helen, Anna (what I decided to call the other twin), Dante, Fuego, Lyssa, and everyone else tell him not to test Caleb for the next couple years, but Willie has a heart full of love and a head full of fuck it, so he doesn’t listen.

He gives it exactly one day of being/acting scared and obedient, then goes out without permission again, fully intending to scream in a museum alone to let out all his feelings.

Remember: Willie didn’t see the Orpheum performance. He doesn’t know the boys didn’t cross over but by Caleb’s mood he has a feeling the outcome of that scenario was not in the magician’s favor.

He gets there and it’s literally this comic by the very talented @williessweatycherrysocks

He can’t stay long but he and Alex scream in each other’s faces, talk a bit, maybe sing a duet.

After that, they sneak to see each other when they can but don’t get to see much of each other for months.

It’s hard on both of them but they don’t give up on their relationship.

Through long and complicated events which I will outline later, Willie eventually gets free of the HGC, hugs his friends goodbye already making plans to take down Caleb for good to free them, too, and promptly declines an offer to stay in the Molinas’ garage.

As much as he wants to be close to Alex he’s done being confined to one place.

He still comes and visits like every day tho.

He knows a lot more about ghosting than the other boys do so he and Carlos get along amazingly like:

Carlos: So do you know who Jack the Ripper was?

Willie: No? How old do you think I am?

Carlos: I dunno but I thought it might be Caleb cause that would explain how he never got caught.

Willie, taking notes in his Things To Potentially Use To Take Caleb Down notebook: You’re a tiny genius.

No one was expecting it but everyone is in awe of how well he and Carrie get along. Between the two of them they know so much celebrity gossip. (and it’s definitely a good thing he’s on good terms with her cause she and Alex are close)

On the angsty side, Willie also bonds with Nick over how they both know how it feels to be manipulated and used by Caleb.

Also it takes a long time before he’s able to trust him, but he does get adopted into the Molina clan by Ray.

Ray reminds him a lot of his own dad, once Willie’s able to see that he’s nothing like Caleb.

Ray’s honestly just 100% happy to Dad™️ anyone who needs a dad so it works out great once Julie and the boys figure out how to make Willie visible.

But anyway back to important stuff.

Now that they don’t have to hide for any reason, Willie and Alex can both breathe a little easier. Or... they both feel better. Ghosts don’t really breathe.

Willie can finally let himself get used to feeling alive again.

The whole ghost gang goes (invisibly) to the Los Feliz Homecoming dance and maybe it should make him feel a little on-edge with the kind of club-like environment but...

He’s got Alex there, and they’re dancing to some corny pop love song from the 90s that Flynn probably put on because she knew the ghost boys would be there so how could he feel anything but safe?

For a minute it almost feels like actually being alive and there’s yellow and pink and blue lights coming from everywhere reflecting in Alex’s eyes and Willie is suddenly very aware of the fact that though they’ve been together for a long time now, they haven’t had their first kiss.

Then the Cha Cha Slide starts up and the atmosphere switches and Willie totally forgets about the whole romantic tension thing because it’s the Cha Cha Slide everybody has to dance along.

Dirty Candi performs towards the end of the night and the ghost boys cheer the loudest despite how Julie’s laughing at them. They don’t care that Carrie can’t even hear them, they’re being supportive!!!

Everybody screams even louder when Flynn runs up on stage and kisses Carrie and Willie feels a big burst of affection at how Alex shouts ABOUT TIME!

Then he gives Willie a quick hug and leaves cause he and the rest of Julie and the Phantoms have to go get set up for their performance.

Since Alex was able to flip Carrie’s hair in All Eyes on Me I’m saying that ghosts can touch lifers if they focus and believe it will happen hard enough, so the ghost gang has developed a system for alerting their non-Julie lifer friends to their presence.

So while they’re waiting in the crowd Willie taps Carrie on the shoulder like: • - - one short tap, two long taps, a Morse code ‘W’ and Carrie lets Flynn know that he’s there.

(Nick can see him too but Nick’s off somewhere with his date {one of his lacrosse teammates you know the one})

Anyway so Julie goes out and starts up the song and then the rest of the band poofs in but

Something’s unusual.

Cause it’s not Luke on the lower main vocals.

It’s

Alex

Singing while he plays the drums and fucking killing it.

Willie totally bluescreens for a second but then when he actually focuses on the lyrics...

It’s a new song about beating the odds and being with the person you love in spite of the challenges that come with them.

And yeah there are Julie elements in there, (and she’s definitely making heart eyes at Luke even as he sticks to backup vocals) because of course there are since she has to start the song up, but

But Willie might not have any formal music training, but he was at the HGC long enough to know his stuff about music and recognize different artists’ styles.

And there’s a time signature switch on the bridge that’s a little off from how Luke would write it. There’s a swing to the melody that’s a bit more ‘pop’ than the band’s usual songs. Julie’s harmony doesn’t go as high as it normally would, as if whoever wrote the song didn’t have as high of an upper range to work with as she does.

The song is so unmistakably Alex that no one else could have written it.

Flynn and Carrie are quietly making smug comments on what they bet his face looks like right now but Willie’s not listening to them.

On the last chorus, Alex fucking winks at him right before poofing out.

Willie has whiplash like how did they go from him having to psych Alex up to break into a museum even when there’s zero chance of getting caught to Alex openly flirting with him from the stage?

He poofs backstage right as the boys get back from dropping their instruments back in the Molinas’ garage and he honestly doesn’t know what he even wants to say to convey how amazing that performance was.

Then Alex just smiles at him.

Alex: So I take it you liked the song?

Willie: Can I kiss you right now?

They both kinda freeze after he blurts that out and Reggie goes wow really quietly before he and Luke poof out to give them some privacy and whoops now they’re both flustered but

Alex: Wow, didn’t expect that. That’s... um, wow. But yeah.

They kiss and it’s a total romcom moment.

And the story’s far from over, but to Willie this definitely feels like happily ever after.

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prof-peach · 3 years

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Hi professor, I recently agreed to take care of a pumjpkaboo for a friend while she goes through a family emergency. Unfortunately she didn't have time to explain proper pumpkaboo care to me, I'm feeling very lost since I specialize in dark type pokemon. My biggest question is, how much light does pumpkaboo need? I know it is a grass type but it's also a ghost type, so is the plant part technically dead?

They can tolerate dappled shade, so you could have them in a forest or by a tree line and they’d be ok, but equally, they show no aversion to bright light, and unlike a lot of ghost Pokemon, are happy to rest in a sunny position. I’d say bright indirect sunlight is plenty good enough.

Watering should be done early morning if possible, but they’ll go for a drink whenever if they feel they need it. Don’t water the Pokemon then let it go play in the bright sun, it will burn its skin and discolour it, which can take a while to recover from and itches, not great. Dry them off if they want to go out and play after.

Provide a small bucket of rich soil in a sheltered area, so they can be protected from the wind and harsh cold, we suggest to put this indoors, as they usually come inside anyway. By a window gives them a view, they do like to look at things while they sit to soak up nutrients. Make sure the drainage is good in this, as a continuously wet pumpkaboo will begin to rot.

Technically their ghostly energy melds with their plant body, and so it is a live being, the plant part and the rest of it and one in the same, and they do grow over the course of their lifetime, which is quite long (170-180 years).

If you notice any change in colour, it’s usually a diet thing, and easy enough to fix. They normally like dark leafy vegetables, they don’t mind cooked but also raw is more natural, try both to see what they like better, blanch and thicker veg such as kale or cabbage for 6-8 minutes, way less for stuff like spinach obvs. Some will have certain preferences in taste, this is where a few herbs or spices could come in, if you want to get fancy and make them like you more. Let the Pokemon smell what you may put in, they’ll have a preference from that alone, we find a lot of this species enjoy flavours found in Curries and spicy noodle soups, it’s at least a good place to start. If you mix 40% veg to 60% balanced poke food for herbivour grass types, you know, the stuff you can get at the shops normally, this balance does them pretty well, and you can treat them to all sorts, they have no allergies to specific food groups, and they don’t eat meat products, so no worries about sourcing that kind of food for them. Only thing they shouldn’t eat a lot of is salt, and you shouldn’t add it to anything they eat, or any veg you prepare them.

Otherwise they can be playful, and surprisingly energetic once they’ve had an hour or so in the sun. Games and toys do great, take them out to pick some if you have none already, or they may have some from their original trainers home. Their intelligence varies, so test out just how much or little you need to keep the little one entertained and happy. Some are smart enough to engage in complex games and activities, others are quite content chasing a toy on a string for hours on end. It’s a mix bag with this species.

#pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks

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oriigami · 4 years

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we slept on the ocean last night

(My gift for @cozza for the @setsailexchange! Strawhat feel-good fluff, feat. nightmares, love, and platonic intimacy. Also on ao3 here!)

It starts like this: Luffy can’t sleep alone.

Zoro discovers this about six hours after they set out to sea from Shells Town, just the two of them in Luffy’s little dinghy and no destination to speak of. The sun has sunk past the horizon, and the water all around their tiny boat is pitch black, scattered with the shimmering reflections of stars.

Luffy yawns, stretching his jaw open wider than a human’s should rightly be able to go (and maybe the rubber thing still freaks Zoro out just a little bit, okay, he’s working on it) and then, without a word of warning, crawls over to where Zoro’s sitting and drops bonelessly into his lap, sprawling against his chest with his head pillowed over Zoro’s heart.

Zoro goes tense immediately, only barely resisting the instinct to shove him away immediately; in a boat this size, that would definitely send Luffy over the edge, and his new dumbshit captain can’t swim. “What. Are you doing.”

Luffy yawns again, and snuggles closer. “Mm. Sleepin’.”

“Okay,” Zoro says, with what he decides is a truly admirable degree of forced calm. “Why on me.”

“Comfy,” Luffy mumbles into his shirt. “‘nd warm.”

“Well, get off,” Zoro says, and then, when there’s absolutely no response, “Luffy? Hey-”

He looks down at Luffy’s face, already slack with sleep and dead to the world, and the rest of the sentence dissolves into a sigh. “...Nevermind.”

Because- see, Zoro’s not a touchy kind of person. It’s probably been more than a year since he was last hugged, and even that was just because Johnny tended to get kind of over-affectionate when he was drunk. Sometimes he shakes hands when handing over a captured pirate for the bounty, and that’s about it. And that’s fine.

Luffy’s whole weight is on top of him, warm and heavy and snoring softly against his chest, and Zoro’s pretty sure he can’t even remember the last time he was in this much contact with another person for this long. Luffy’s hair is unwashed and salt-encrusted, and it tickles his chin.

But. Well. It’s not bad. It’s definitely weird, and something about it makes Zoro feel oddly warm, but it’s not bad. So he just sighs again, and leans back to look up at the stars, and absently reaches up to rest an arm around Luffy’s shoulders.

He falls asleep a lot faster than usual, that night.

It goes like this: Nami has nightmares.

She’s good at hiding them. Her sobs are nearly silent, muffled into her pillow and rendered all but inaudible by the doors between her room and the boys’. But Usopp is nothing if not observant- and besides, he doesn’t sleep all that well either. When he closes his eyes he’ll see his mother’s face, too still and too pale with a cloth draped over her kind, sightless eyes. More recently, there have been fresher terrors filling up the inside of his head when he tries to sleep; chief among them Kaya, carved to pieces by Kuro’s claws.

The point is this- when Nami slips out of her room in the middle of the night, her breaths uneven and stuttery from crying, and pads almost soundlessly up to the deck on unsteady feet, Usopp is already awake. He lies still for a minute or two, worrying his lower lip and deliberating on whether to follow her. It’s obvious she’s trying to keep to herself. If it’s something secret, he doesn’t want to bother her. It’s not like he knows that much about her, or about any of them, really.

But at the same time- they’re crew now, right? Even if they’re only been sailing together for a few days. And crew look after each other. Usopp might not have much experience with being a pirate yet, but he has spent years crying into his pillow, so that makes him qualified to deal with this, maybe. He cautiously maneuvers his way out from under Luffy’s arm and tiptoes to the door, careful not to wake his other two crewmates up.

He finds her at the bow, sitting with her back against the railing and her head resting on her knees, shoulders shaking. She startles a little when he steps up onto the deck, jerking her head up and glaring over at him, but her shoulders slump again after a moment.

After another moment of indecision, he sits down next to her. He’s never been good at staying quiet- his mouth has a tendency to open up on its own whenever he’s nervous- but he manages it this time, and just sits there with his arm pressed against hers as she cries.

Once she’s worked herself down to what seems like relative calm again, he offers, “Do you, um. Wanna… talk about it?”

“No,” she says immediately, and then, quieter, “I… no. It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about.”

It’s one of the most blatant lies he’s ever heard, and he’s been responsible for some real whoppers, but he’d be a hypocrite to point it out. Instead, he says, “Okay, um… do you wanna hear about the time a giant eagle carried me away to its nest, and I had to climb all the way down a tree that was so tall it touched the clouds?”

Nami chokes on a laugh, and it’s an ugly, wet sound, half a sob, but she leans her head against his shoulder, all the remaining tension running out of her body. “Y’know what? Sure. Tell me.”

Usopp’s just reached the part of the story where he finds a whole village of people living in the tree’s roots when he realizes she’s fallen asleep, and he trails off. The ends of her short orange hair poke at his skin, and her cheek is pillowed against his shoulder.

He guesses he’s not moving for the rest of the night, so he carefully wraps an arm around her narrow shoulders and lets his head tip against hers, and closes his eyes.

For once, he doesn’t have any nightmares.

It goes like this: Sanji doesn’t sleep.

“Oi, dumbass,” Zoro says, leaning against the kitchen doorframe and folding his arms across his chest. “Why are you still awake?”

It’s well into the dead silent hours of night, and even varying as bedtime tends to be on the Going Merry, everyone else is already long since asleep, aside from Usopp, on the lookout in the crow’s nest. It had been a long and tiring day, and most of them had hit the sack immediately after dinner- except for Sanji, who’s still mindlessly moving around the kitchen, like he’s killing time until daybreak.

It’s a measure of how exhausted Sanji must be that he barely even bristles at the insult, only blinks a little and glances over at Zoro. Even with his stupid bangs hiding his face, the sleeplessness is still plain to see in his visible eye. “Hm?” He blinks again, then says, “Oh. It’s you.”

“Why are you still awake?” Zoro asks again, because he still hasn’t got an answer.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Sanji says, and it’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth, either. “So I came up here to…” he trails off, makes a vague gesture at the pot bubbling on the stove. “It’s fine. I’m not even tired. I’m used to waking up early, for the breakfast crowd, so.”

There’s a lot of retorts hovering on Zoro’s tongue, but he bites them all back and just says, “Fuck that,” and reaches out and grabs Sanji by the wrist and drags him out of the kitchen without a backwards glance.

“Jackass, what are you- let go of me- what the fuck, I said I’m fine- at least let me turn off the stove-” (Zoro does grant that one. Wouldn’t do for the kitchen to burn down.)

He’s probably lucky Sanji is so out of it, he muses as he hauls the cook belowdecks to the sleeping quarters- if not, he probably would have taken at least one bone-shattering kick to the skull by now. But then again, if Sanji wasn’t dead on his feet (and wasn’t a fucking idiot), Zoro wouldn’t be having to do this in the first place. They’ve just entered the most dangerous sea in the world. They need to get their sleep when they can get it so they’ll be ready for trouble when it comes.

As usual, the shared bedroom is piled with pillows and slightly ragged blankets, transforming it into a comfortable little nest. Luffy is sleeping half-propped up against one of the walls, Nami napping with her head on his lap, and Sanji’s cursing goes quiet so as to not wake her up as soon as Zoro tows him inside, which Zoro is grateful for. It was starting to get kind of repetitive.

He drops Sanji down directly next to Luffy, half on top of him, and nods to himself when a rubber arm almost immediately tightens around the cook’s chest, gently but firmly trapping him in place, and the captain snuggles up against Sanji’s side in his sleep.

Sanji glares up at him and hisses, “I hate you,” or tries to, but he interrupts himself in the middle of the sentence with a yawn, which diminishes the impact considerably.

“Yeah, yeah.” Zoro rolls his eyes and then drops down on Sanji’s other side, letting his head flop onto Sanji’s shoulder and letting his eyes slide shut. “Just go to sleep.”

It goes like this: Robin doesn’t touch people.

It takes a couple days for Chopper to notice, because she does tickle his sides and ruffle his ears, but… she only ever does that with the false hands she creates with her devil fruit, the ones that dissolve into cherry blossoms that tickle his nose. She keeps her real hands close, only touches out of necessity, never when she doesn’t need to, and even then it’s always fleeting.

And she sleeps apart from everyone else, too.

Theoretically, Chopper knows, there’s a boys’ room and a girls’ room. In practice, though, there’s really one room for everybody, and another room where Robin sleeps and Nami changes and keeps her things.

(He asks Zoro, one of the first nights, why Nami often doesn’t sleep in the girls’ room, why the crew instead sleeps all piled up and tangled together when he hasn’t ever heard of humans doing that before. Zoro just shrugs in response. “It’s a comfort,” he says simply. “Won’t air out secrets that aren’t mine, but people don’t become pirates just for fun. Most of us have trouble sleeping.”)

Chopper finds Zoro is right. He likes sleeping together with the others. It’s just easier, when he’s got Luffy’s fingers tangled in his fur and Usopp’s head pillowed on his side, to stop the Doctor’s last words from echoing in his head.

(Luffy also declares him the second-best pillow on the crew, after only Zoro, which absolutely doesn’t make him happy at all.)

It happens just after Skypiea, when they’re all still just beginning to recover, sheltered in the sky while they heal from the battle against the mad god. Robin easily concedes when Chopper asks her to come to the sickbay so he can check for lasting damage from the lightning bolt, and lies down on the cot to let him check her ears, her eyes, her heartbeat.

He’s finished his checkup (no apparent lasting problems, miraculously) and is noting down her baselines in his notebook for future reference when he glances up and realizes she’s slipped into slumber, her eyes closed and her breaths slow. It’s not a surprise; they’re all exhausted.

But… maybe it’s because Chopper still doesn’t have that much real experience with humans, but he can’t help but think the way Robin is sleeping doesn’t look all that restful. She’s kind of curled up, her arms folded up against her chest, fingers digging into her forearms tight enough to bruise.

Zoro’s voice rings in his ears. It’s a comfort. People don’t become pirates just for fun.

He slips down from his stool and shifts into his full reindeer form, and carefully climbs up onto the narrow cot beside her, folding his legs up underneath him and letting his side press against her back. He can feel the miniscule trembles running through her body, tight with tension.

He rests his head on the pillow next to hers and closes his eyes, and slowly, slowly, she stills, relaxing into his side, her tremors calming little by little.

He thinks he hears her murmur something that might be, “Thank you, Doctor-san,” just before he drifts off to sleep, too.

It goes like this: It’s a comfort.

They’re all hurting after Enies Lobby, all aching and grieving and above all tired, a bone-deep weariness borne of running and fighting and crying and nearly dying over and over again. They can barely stay on their feet for the boat ride back to Water Seven. Robin can’t seem to stop smiling, even through the painful abrasions around her wrists and the tear tracks drying on her cheeks and the ache that digs down to her bones.

Iceberg gives them a whole suite of rooms to use in Galley-La’s temporary headquarters, all comfortable, all with their own big soft beds to sleep in. He means well, she’s certain, but he just doesn’t know how the Strawhat Pirates do things. But, then, there’s nobody else who does things quite like them.

Iceberg is barely out the door before Robin is folding her arms across her chest, ferrying mattresses and bedding and pillows and comforters into the main lounge, gathering them into a piled-up nest of comfort. The shared bedroom on the Going Merry had been outfitted much the same, she remembers, and the warmth of familiarity is the least she can offer them after all they’ve given her.

(Later, Franky will see this, and make a bed big enough to hold all of them, soft and comfortable and warm; but for now, they’re all safe and all alive, and so pillows on the floor are plenty.)

They don’t lie down so much as they all fall together at once in a tangle of limbs and pillows, now that the adrenaline has long since faded away, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. Robin finds herself with her head on Nami’s chest and one of Luffy’s arms slung across her shoulders, and Chopper cuddled against her stomach.

It shouldn’t be as easy as it is to melt into the embrace, to let go of the constant vigilant caution that’s kept her alive for so long, but she trusts these people, like she’s never trusted anyone in her life. She was ready to die for them, and they responded by telling her to live for them instead, and remembering that fills her heart with such soft fondness it nearly hurts.

But they’re not quite all together. Not yet.

She shifts to cross her arms again, careful not to disturb any of the crewmates already fast asleep around and on top of her, and lets an arm blossom from a doorframe in the hall outside to catch Usopp by the collar before he can slip away. She hears his yelp of surprise from just outside the door, quickly muffled, and smiles to herself.

A moment later, he peers inside, hiding behind the mostly-closed door. She meets his eyes and smiles with all the gratitude she can’t begin to put into words, and nods towards an unused mattress and pillow at her side. He hesitates for a moment, clearly uncertain, caught between anxiety and hope, so she takes his hand in a succession of hers and tugs him over. He stumbles, but doesn’t resist, and she can see the exhaustion in him when he practically topples over onto the mattress.

Within minutes, he’s asleep too, face buried in the pillow, snoring softly, one warm hand still clasped in Robin’s. She knows he still has things to work out with Luffy, with the rest of the crew, and there’ll be time for that later. Right now, though, they’re alive, and she’s free, and it’s time to rest.

She falls asleep smiling for the first time in years.

It goes like this: Luffy can’t sleep alone.

So Rusukaina is… it’s hard. He’s not alone, Rayleigh’s there, and sometimes Hancock and the others visit and let him hug them as long as he wants, and that’s nice, but it’s not the same, not really. He misses his crew, misses Zoro’s solid warmth and the fluffy cushion of Usopp’s hair and the fleecy softness of Chopper’s fur and Robin’s low, rhythmic breathing.

(He’s never slept better than when he was seven, piled together with Ace and Sabo and some ratty stolen blankets on the rough-hewn floor of their treehouse, with the crickets singing outside and the stars shining bright through the window.)

(But now there’s no Ace and Sabo, not ever again, and no crew to keep him warm and chase away the nightmares in their absence, and so he doesn’t sleep well.)

He fights through it, because that’s what he always does, what he’s always done- press through. He has to get stronger for the people he has left.

Going back to the Sunny is nothing less than going home.

When night comes, they’re deep underwater, en route to Fishman Island, the sunlit waters of the surface long since gone. Past the railings of the Sunny, the world is nearly pitch black, lit only by the occasional bioluminescent creature wriggling past.

Luffy couldn’t care less, because right here and right now, the Sunny is the world, and nothing past their bubble of light and warmth and safety matters at all. He grins, and throws his arms out to drag his whole crew together into a messy pile in the middle of the deck- Sanji swears and Chopper shrieks and so does Nami, but not one of them tries to dodge- before flopping into the midst of the chaos himself.

He winds up sprawled half on Brook and half on Sanji, who complains but doesn’t kick him off, his head on Robin’s thigh and his arms tangled through all of them, holding on tight to every member of his crew, the most important treasures in the world, the touch promising him they’re there, really there.

He’s not letting go of any of them, not again, not ever.

He’s reaching the crown with all of them or not at all.

Someone runs a hand through his hair, and it feels nice. Someone says, “Get some sleep, captain. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

He knows they will be.

#opfic #my writing #one piece #opfanfic #luffy #roronoa zoro #sanji #nami #usopp #nico robin #chopper #strawhat pirates

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gryffindorkxdraws · 3 years

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Want to start off by saying that I love your mind! I was hoping to get your opinion on: what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

EDIT: changed a few things ehe

ngl i found this challenging cus it made me think of how the answer would vary per person (yeah i went there idk why sdjkknds) so lemme get logical for a sec here haha

what exactly is the definition of “feel right”?

to make someone feel relaxed and comfortable, as merriam-webster states

simple as that, right? but wait there’s more

what makes something/someone go under that category?

now from there it expands because there are so many ways of answering that with everyone having different opinions and mindsets.

fair warning before we push on, this is going to get messy (like a word vomit) with how i’m just going to pour out everything i can think off, but just know i really like this question hence the, uh, mess? lmao

so back to your question, what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

in one POV, it could be because of how rapunzel and jack represent the sun and the moon respectively, making them two contrasting sides who shouldn’t collide and yet, against all odds and opposing forces that would come between them, they did.

and we can bet on the fact that they fought hard/struggled for it, depending on how fanfic writers play with it (reminds of this sun/moon au that sold me to this trope lmao).

just because others said it’s impossible or it’s against whatever, why should they listen to the “norm?” what even is considered “normal,” when the two can explore so much more of what they could be missing from life after stepping out of others’ shadows?

i just love sun/moon dynamics. i’m obsessed lmao i read the ones below somewhere and idk where but it’s been living in my head rent free and i can’t escape it tho feel free to correct me about any of these symbol topic!

like the Sun, thoughtful and full of energy to share with everyone, is connected with one’s self and known to, yeah, radiate warmth or light. it also symbolizes firmness, strength and power. oh and life too i guess?

while the Moon, subtle but full of mysteries and wonders, can also get emotional and sway others to be more nurturing. cus like it also symbolizes calmness, beauty, and nurture. plus eternity and enlightenment?

the list goes on if we head into more of what it both symbolize, but when these two celestial bodies get together, masculine and feminine energies unite. the Sun gives out life, while the Moon cultivates it.

i have no idea where i’m going but moving on

maybe it’s that taste of rebellion with going against the authorities/society/rules/of what has always been set to find out who they’re meant to be or, y’know, finding their identity without the shackles of others (like jack learning he has the potential to be a guardian and embracing it in his own time, and rapunzel realizing she’s the lost princess and works hard to be a good one),

or there’s something about the mystery that follows the other because they’ve never met anyone quite like them (like exploring a world they’ve never set foot on),

or finding all the good and bad in each other and in their differences, but still loving the other for who they are,

or what one lacks the other makes up for it and vice versa. with or without them realizing they can help each other grow to be a better version of themselves.

opposites attract who are bound to be full of surprises.

but on the contrary, they could also be two peas of a pod. aight this definitely goes against what i said above with all the opposites and stuff, but hear me out.

while they grew up and learned how to cope with life differently, they somehow still share the same sentiments when it comes to, for example, reaching their goals.

they have their own way to go about it, sure, but my point is they can reach a common ground better together compared when they’re with others.

like rapunzel with the lanterns, and jack with his memories. at first, one hesitated and wavered, while the other disagreed and pulled away. it was only after they saw a chance/realized this was it that they agreed in a heartbeat

they ultimately made the choice of diving in head first regardless of their initial thoughts in the first place. kinda like the moment they realized they can be a step closer to what they’ve been yearning for their whole life

bam, out of the way, they’re coming through lmao

not only that, but they can also be soft, gentle, understanding despite rapunzel’s spontaneuosness and jack’s mischievousness. we’ve seen them interacting with children and they’re so good at lifting their spirits up to have some fun and that there will always be a tomorrow.

and with their peers too. rapunzel lights up even the darkest of rooms, may it be like fireworks to bring joy or a campfire to warm one’s heart. jack meanwhile keeps things light when everyone else feels tense, easing others to relax and remember there’s always a way out

don’t forget the way they both sacrifice themselves for who they care for. like, they just do that, putting others first before them. that scene of saving eugene and baby tooth aaahhhhdjhdskdjkbkfjdkjf

and when everything comes crashing down and the world feels heavy on their shoulders, they both know they’re not alone with the other there for them.

maybe it’s the mutual understanding they have for each other after opening up, and finding a friend/partner/home through the connection they made together,

or they could be a push and pull that leads them to showing an unexpected side of the other, but in reality they always had it in them and all they needed was someone to show the way,

or how they complement each other, but they’re not two halves of a whole, no, rather they’re already whole themselves and they only reminded each other that they are,

or it’s simply because they don’t feel the need to put up walls or anything of the likes, because they know that no matter what they’ll be accepted for who they are.

opposites who have so much more in common than they originally thought

in another POV it could be because of how they give such partners in crime vibe. lowkey or highkey, take your pick. nothing would stop them from moving forward to a new tomorrow, or honestly whatever it is they put their minds to.

and i am here for that

like i said in one of my posts, “They were a magnet for trouble, with the Sun being a free-spirited and vivacious fellow, and with the Moon’s knack for mischief and being a rebel without cause.”

while both are adventurous, ready to explore whatever is out there, all the while just wanting to have some fun, they still balance each other out.

with jack usually ready to do what he needs/wants to do (which helps rapunzel to trust her gut and take the risk. that he’ll be there for her whenever she’s ready to step out of her comfort zone and jump away from her tower)

and with rapunzel knowing how to handle sticky situations properly (which reminds jack that not everything has to be done harshly and abruptly. that while freezing someone could be fun, it won’t solve things in the long run)

am i making sense? idek but you’re stuck with me lol but before i forget and i can’t believe i just remembered now. the way they can help fill in on what the other is missing

rapunzel wants to see the world, what goes out there, with the people, society, and history i feel. and jack can take her to wherever she wants to go. hell, he’ll even surprise her and bring her to places he’d think she’ll like.

with his experiences, he’s bound to have an endless list of plans for them to go through and it’s no surprise that she’ll love it, and (him) his gesture, nonetheless

jack wants to be noticed by others, to be seen and heard for who he is. and rapunzel is such a welcoming person that she accepts him wholeheartedly. give him the love he was deprived of for years.

reassure him that even he has a place to call home because why would he be excluded from that? he deserves it just as much as she and everyone else does

also i like to think they brainstorm ideas together

maybe it’s how they’re both game for an adventure, sudden or not, and this makes it easy for them to team up together and take on the world

or the feeling of familiarity as they click and everything flows naturally to them, where nothing is forced or uncomfortable between them

or how it’s like they can hold on to each other, knowing the other won’t let go no matter what because they’ll always have each other through the ups and downs

or it’s in their shared smiles, mischievous sparks in their eyes, moving together to the music of their synchronized heartbeats, as they step forward to the vast unknown

finding the ‘one’ who understands them inside out that they feel at home with them

i’ve said so many things and threw out so many brain rot, but what exactly is my final answer?

it’s simple: who knows? now before you toss me aside, and i hope not lmao, lemme just say even with that kind of final verdict, you can still find beauty in it.

you see, there’s so much more to explore and delve into with jackunzel because of their potential, that i don’t want to make a set answer for your question. i’d rather much help you, and anyone else wondering, to come to an answer yourself and maybe even share/discuss it with others.

i’m running out of brain juice, but i at least hope this helped satisfy your curiosity behind your question since this is all i can give… for now, maybe? who knows lmao

tho i’ll be honest and admit i based these on how i feel about jackunzel. so if ever someone else out there wants to add more points they thought of, feel free to add on this

#rotbtd #jackunzel #rise of the brave tangled dragon #the big four #jack frost and rapunzel #jack frost #rapunzel corona #holy hell what possessed me to type a damn essay lmao #my writing

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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NSFW alphabet for ethan x mc??

> nsfw alphabet otp asks <

Pretty sure I’ve already done the entire list for Ethan x Becca? ANYWHO, here we go again!

Aftercare: What they’re like after sex They like to relish in their closeness for a few minutes afterwards no matter who’s on top. They’ll generally break apart when Ethan starts to fall out or Becca’s too sweaty. If they had a very rigorous session and made lots of mess Ethan will be the one to get up and clean - padding to the bathroom for a damp towel to wipe himself and Becca down. Becca will usually be laying in whatever spot he left her in, absolutely useless with tingly legs. Every time Ethan always chuckles at the sight of her silly lopsided grin and hooded eyes of satisfaction. Ethan goes for rounds so the first time once they’re cleaned up, they’ll cuddle and chat. Sometimes he’ll make Becca some tea and force her to drink lots of water so that she’ll pee soon. She needs at least 30 minutes of recovery, Ethan usually an hour. Ethan can fall asleep after sex and a shower rather quickly as long as she’s in his arms. Orgasm’s have the opposite effect on her. She’s the energizer bunny once she’s recovered and Ethan knows he needs to find a way to tire her out for good or plan sex earlier in the day. He never does, though.

Body part: Their favorite body part of theirs and of their partner’s Becca really loves her natural waist. She has a true hourglass figure and she looks CINCHED. Lingerie looks so good on her because of it. Ethan really loves her boobs but his absolute favorite part of her is the little uneven dimples of her brightest smile. Her favorite part of Ethan besides his hypnotic eyes are his hands and shoulders. She could happily sit on those shoulders all damn day. Whereas he doesn’t have a favorite part of his body. It’s a body. It functions. But if he had to choose it may as well be his toned calves.

Cum: Use your imagination for this one aha (what are they like when they finish, how do they feel about their partner’s cum/face, etc) Becca’s eyes are shut tight from the second she notices she’s inching closer and closer. She’s very mental about the whole thing - like, she’s one of those people who can get off on just words, and the environment needs to be just right in order for her to really hone and enjoy her orgasm. But when Ethan is close she tries so hard to keep her eyes open and watch him. Sometimes she screams, sometimes she moans, other times it’s a little “ooh”. Rarely does she actually says his name as she climaxes. Ethan’s face changes each time with the varying degree. The one constant is the way his nose scrunches and jaw slacks into the sexiest “0″ face. His deep, ragged breaths so erotic. 6 out of 10 times she cums right after watching him. Combine that with the feeling of him filling her up (because we all know these two don’t know what a condom is) and she is done for. If she’s gonna swallow it’s because she’s feeling generous or guilty. When she and Ethan first started fucking around she was more inclined to let him cum in her mouth. But once they hit the domesticated days he’s lucky if he gets to do it once a year. She’s very very picky about blow jobs - he’s gotta be clean and freshly showered and she’s gotta be just a little bit inebriated. Funky salty taste? No thank you. Becca likes great oral hygiene. Sometimes when she’s feeling extra frisky she’ll lick her taste off of him. Ethan loves the taste of her. His favorite thing to do on his birthday is eat her out for longer than necessary. There’s a sweetness there that he’s never tasted on anyone else - he just can’t get enough. (boy doesn’t realize it’s love 🙄)

Dirty Secret: Do they have any secrets that would come to light during sex (not kinks) Not really. They’re both too into the moment and one another to have any important or revelatory conversations. Becca does fart in front of him for the first time during sex though.

Experience: How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing? Before Ethan, Becca has had eight sexual partners including Bryce and Rafael. She was very adventurous in undergrad but once she hit med school and realized it’s time to be an Adult™ she reigned in the escapades and tried to settle down. She almost married a boy from med school but... that didn’t work out for reasons outlined here. She has toys and played around with them for a while, so she knows exactly how to get herself off. As for her partner, she knows what to do in the general anatomy sense of tricks that’ll finish him quickly like clench, suck and swallow, little finger - those kinds of universal things that come in handy when she was fooling around back in the day. But she prefers to take queues for her partner of what he specifically likes. Ethan has ten years more experience than Becca and a total of 11 sexual partners. He’s a giver and has gotten very good at perfecting his tongue technique. He knows he’s relatively easy when it comes to finishing so it’s always about his partner.

Favorite Position (Bonus horny points for including a visual) Becca loves The Trifecta; Ethan’s on top sucking her tit, one hand between their bodies and rubbing her clit, and his tip at her entrance. She gets wet instantly. And there’s a bit of teasing to it that gives him all the power of her haze of the moment. Her favorite position is Cowgirl. His is Temptation (on her back on a table, her legs thrown over his shoulders, him leaning in so they can kiss for maximum penetration).

Goofy: Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc They take turns depending on who’s initiating and where they are lol Becca likes to tease Ethan and throw little remarks his way. She’s also the one to suggest games and toys with a very sly smirk and wiggling eyebrows he’s powerless against. Ethan is mostly more sultry and praising in the moment. He jokes back with her, matching her banter like always.

Hair: How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc. Ethan is very well scaped. His genetics are also so superior that he doesn’t have a ton of ass hair. He’s getting old and starting to go gray, and that’s driving Becca wild. She has a little tuft in her dark brown, natural hair color. Sometimes she grooms and gets a bikini wax, most of the time she doesn’t. IF she has a high sex drive one week and really wants to get freaky she’ll shave herself with Nair/Veet.

Intimacy: How are they during the moment, romantic aspect… Becca lives in the moment and glamourizes it. She needs mental stimulation to help get her off whether it be dimmed lights and closed eyes or Ethan talking dirty. When she’s really trying to catch an orgasm that seems like it’ll never come her way she tends to be a bit removed from the moment than Ethan would like. She loves the romance and foreplay portion. Neck kisses and dry humping are her jammm. Ethan is very much present and very tuned into her needs. It is all and always about her. Sometimes he’s much to selfless in the bedroom for her liking. Like, when she knows she’s not gonna cum that session he doesn’t really accept that and keeps drawling it out. And then she’s gotta pull out a secret weapon to finish him off and not hurt his feelings. These two never lack intimacy. Their favorite positions are the ones where they’re facing and can look and leave lingering kisses on the other’s face. Very disgustingly cute. Doesn’t mean they’ll stop fucking against the window though.

Jack Off: Masturbation headcanons perhaps Okay so Becca usually watches whatever free porn she can get her hands on in the moment. It’s always a spur of the moment thing and she can’t get off without some sort of mental aid and one of her vibrators. Now that they’re seeing one another and fucking more consistently, Ethan doesn’t see the need to masturbate. Nothing could ever compare to the real thing, so why bother. Though when he did it was usually in the shower and thinking of her and he hated himself for it. Phone and Skype sex has always been a favorite of Becca’s. It’s also the only time Ethan actually approves of her vibrator.

Kink: Does the character have a kink or a few? Becca is curious. She’ll try anything once. Katoptronophilia usually does the trick when it’s just her and her vibrator. She loves when Ethan talks dirty, especially about cumming in her. Ethan’s a boob man. And we know he’s an exhibitionist. He likes his balls fondled and maybe a finger up the butt if he’s drunk enough 😉 As a couple they like to play around with dom/sub and roleplay. Other times they dabble in sensory play.

Location: Favorite places to get down and dirty Becca really likes the couch - any couch - for some reason. She likes being pinned down on the soft cushions completely unable to move with Ethan on top of her - she also likes being able to use the back to give her legs more leverage, and ofc when Ethan bends her over the arm. She’s always wanted to try changing room sex and when she broaches the topic with Ethan he always says something along the lines of “nowhere respectable in boston”. Ethan prefers the shower or anywhere with large windows - the living room, his penthouse, his office, his car. As much as she tries to coax him into fucking in the on-call room or to finally give her one of his much anticipated supply closet ‘kisses’, Ethan always retorts with how much better his office is. She knows the benefits of the office but sometimes she wants to get freaky elsewhere. He’s supposed to be up for whatever wherever whenever. They’ve humped in the park a couple times, but Ethan always squashes it before things can get too far and result in a public indecency violation.

Motivation: What turns them on, gets them going etc Bickering turns them both on immensely. Both Ethan and Becca are wildly attracted to the other’s mind so any sort of stimulating conversation or argument would get them both hot and bothered. Bonus points for an angry quickie. Becca biting her lips drives Ethan insane. Combine that with a very ginger caress of his inner thigh under the table or even her fingers playing with his tie and he is raring to go. She really loves when Ethan whispers in her ear and kisses her pulse point and nibbles on her earlobe. He’s done this, then went right to rub her clit, spoke a couple words and she lost control and fell apart in minutes as he held her flush against his chest.

NO: Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs Becca will not do anal. No no nope nothing will be going up her butt. One time Ethan was very very insistent and got a rude awakening when she boshed the whole evening and made him sleep on the floor of her bedroom. Her biggest turn off is smell. There’s a difference between sultry musk and man stank. Lucky for her Ethan’s very good at cleaning himself. Ethan’s a lil freak and willing to do anything that involved sex with Becca. He’d probably draw the line at humiliation and degradation though.

Oral: Preferences in giving or receiving, skill, etc Becca definitely loves to receive. Laying there and doing nothing but running her fingers through his hair is her bread and butter, sometimes even the dessert too. As for skill level she’s average. She’s very picky about circumstances and therefore lacks lots of practice. Though she does a very wonderful thing of rolling her wrist while she’s sucking him and swirling her tongue around his tip that throws him over the edge. She keeps that little skill in her pocket and only breaks it out absolutely necessary. Ethan’s a giver. Always has been. That’s it. That’s the explanation 😂

Pace: Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc. Depends on the time of day and the moment. Generally, Becca likes it deep and a little rough - she also likes being on top so she can control the pace which is usually a lasting fast. As a whole, Ethan is slow and sensual. He wants to build her pleasure and make it last all night for he maximum affect. Though he religiously takes commands from her about pace.

Quickie: Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. Becca knows she takes forever to cum. She knows she needs a lot of stimulation on all fronts. So a quickie for her is to scratch an itch instead of actually finishing. Unless Ethan’s been teasing her all day to rile her up and she can’t take it any more and has to have him now. She prefers quickies in the morning when she’s still groggy, it’s an invigorating way to wake up that also puts his morning wood use before they need to shower - lots of birds, one stone. Ethan’s on the same wavelength. He’s not opposed to a quickie. Though he says he’s not a man of endless patience, he is for her. He’ll gladly spend hours making her feel good. Since they’re both doctors with demanding schedules and not a lot of free time for one another outside of work, nor enough time to properly sex and sleep, they try and have sex once a week - any kind of sex. Realistically though, it’s usually a quickie (no more than 15 minutes) and it’s twice a month. On their one ‘weekend’ off together per month they treat themselves to long, languid, experimental sessions.

Risk: Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc. These two will do anything. Except for Anal. Becca will not do anal.

Stamina: How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last… We know Ethan goes for rounds. Generally at least two per sexscapade, and he lasts around 45 minutes each round. He needs just under an hour to recover fully. She’s always wet for him and raring to go. Their longest single sex session was 66 minutes long and loaded with foreplay and fun in almost every room of the apartment. There are some times when she’s just too over sensitive to go for another go, and he’s more than happy to clean and cuddle.

Toy: Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves? Becca owns a rabbit, a wevibe (one of the pocket ones with a remote for maximum fun), love egg, a bullet, and a cock ring. She’s not afraid of exploring her sexuality. I have a whole HC where Ethan is offended by how quickly she’s able to get off with her toys and knows he could never compare. It makes him feel like he’s not enough but then she gives him a lecture about different types of releases. Eventually Ethan comes around to using her toys. The cock ring and wevibe are his favorites. He doesn’t like wielding the rabbit though. There’s something about fucking her with a light up pink vibrator that doesn’t sit well with him. He’d much prefer to use his fingers and tongue.

Unfair: How much they like to tease? Depends on the evening and the moment. For Becca, teasing is a part of the long foreplay game. It gets her going. But as for personality, she’s teases Ethan 24/7 about everything, not just sexually. So there’s always some sort of teasing involved. Unless it’s morning or shower sex and they ain’t got no time for games.

Volume: How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc Becca is loud. She likes to be very vocal about how she’s feeling whether it be whimpers, gasps, grunts or mumbles against whatever he’s put in her mouth to keep her from giving them away. Him trying to silence her only turns her on more. Ethan is a grunter. And a dirty talker when coaxed. He’s also perfected his voice - low, gruff baritone that oozes sex. He’s stupidly athletic so he doesn’t run out of breath easily which is an advantage. His mouth is usually busy kissing, sucking, biting, licking to really make any other noise than grunts or moans. He is partial to a gasp and groan when she is driving the affair and he’s utterly powerless against her 😏

Wild Card: How wild are they in the moment? Borderline feral sometimes. Hands grabbing, tongues darting, legs wrapping and teeth biting whatever they can. Other times, they’re slow and sensual. Like sleepy morning sex, Becca’s favorite is slow and lazy and some interesting positions where neither of them don’t even need to roll to get that deep spot.

X-Ray: Describe what’s going on in their pants through pictures or words Ethan’s HUNG. He’s average for someone 6′6 but is wider than most when standing to attention, so much so that Becca needs a couple moments to adjust to his size every time. He’s also very good about scaping - he trims and keeps the pubes tidy so if she wants to go down on him it’s not a horror show. Also, Ethan was born in the New England area so odds are he’s circumcised. Becca waxes. She usually keeps a bit of a bush because she’s generally too lazy to keep it perfectly tidy. When they first start seeing one another she’s very anal about keeping a tight ship. But then the toxin shit happens and neither of them give a fuck - they’re just happy to be together.

Yearning: How high is their sex drive? As stated above, they’re busy doctors. They have high sex drives and are wildly attracted to one another, but sometimes they’re so exhausted. Becca’s usually some variation of wet which makes the whole quickie thing a lot easier, but this girl prefers to be pampered and lose herself entirely in Ethan. For an old man, Ethan’s got stamina. If it was biologically possible he would always be inside Becca right where he belongs. Sometimes round two is just him going down on her. She’s the same. Generally always ready to get down unless he had her Screaming and now she’s over sensitive and her legs don’t work. Then she’s gotta tap out. In the beginning stages of their relationship they usually have sex at least twice a week - which averages out to ~5 orgasms for her and ~3 for him. Over a year into it they’re deep into domestication and okay with ~5 her and ~3 him per month.

ZZZ: How quickly they fall asleep afterwards Ethan is always on clean up duty. It’s very rare that he’ll be too tired to roll out of bed after a session. Normally, if they had late-night sex, he’ll fall asleep 15-20 minutes later. Orgasms invigorate Becca. They can’t have sex too late in the evening otherwise she’ll never sleep. Generally it would take her an hour to calm herself down enough to enjoy a peaceful slumber. It helps that curling up into the nook of Ethan’s neck is the most comfortable place in the universe.

#boink boink #ethan x mc #ethan x becca #ethan ramsey #open heart #Anonymous #asked

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