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trashytoastboi · 1 year

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Hello! May I please request a headcanon post about the Strawhats as travelling merchants?

Heyya! Sure thing 🍞 this was quite an interesting one to write! I won't deny that 90% of my merchant knowledge comes from Spice & Wolf 🤣🍀 hope you enjoy~

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Headcanons: The Straw-Hat's being travelling merchants

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Straw-Hat Crew

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Robin📚 The researcher. Market research, audience studies, target market, trends, demand and supply. Robin takes care of all of it. She is precise and proficient that she can usually guess a good investment and stock up on things before a massive price boom. She knows the location they are going to visit beforehand, she research the markets, what they have and what they need. Handles all official paperwork such as travel permits and declaration forms of their products and wares.

Nami🍊 Money and maps. The books, the profits, the expenditure. Not a single beri escapes her gaze. She often works on the books and focuses on how to maximize those profits so that the zeros only grow positively in the bank. She's in it to win it and will work alongside Robin whenever she sniffs out a good chance to make some coin. Nami also plans out the most efficient routes to their next destination.

Brook 🎻 Handles the advertising, he uses his skills with music to attract people almost like a pied piper. The music creates a soothing and pleasant atmosphere for the people who come around to shop and peruse the Straw Hats various wares. He leaves his hat out as a welcome for tips, Nami's idea of course.

Franky 🤖 Franky mostly handles repairs for the various wagons and carts the group need when travelling. He is usually there to handle appraisals as well, having a very good eye to see through bad materials. He creates mechanical knickknacks for sale and offers repair services for all sorts of things.

Usopp 🏹 The salesman could probably sell your own liver back to you. He has a silver tongue and a great well of flattery up his sleeve. Ussop is the best man for the job as he chats up every product perfectly, so much so that nearly everything he proclaims the greatness of will sell out. For every product he has a tall tale to go with it. Customers want value and sensationalism which Ussop knows very well.

Luffy 🍖 An unusual and strange charm that tends to draw customers and trouble. Luffy is the head of their little band of merchants and dictates where they go. A bit inconvenient as Luffy is very erratic and his paths are never linear, usually leading them to the most random location. Usually results getting into arguments with other merchants. A territorial dispute you could say. Though Luffy usually convinces those merchants to just work alongside them.

Sanji 🍽 Sanji is in charge of cooking meals for the Straw Hats as well as trading spices, making food to draw more customers by offering snacks and samples. He calls the shots on rare ingredients and whether it's better to trade them or cook them. A lot of returning customers are there for Sanji's food and his ever so convenient mixed spice packs.

Zoro ⚔ Zoro is not well versed in the matters of trade, nor bookkeeping and even making something to sell. So what he does handle is the security. Brawn is his literal strong suit and he works hard to protect the merchants, their wares and any apparatus. There usually aren't any problems, because Zoro takes care of them quickly. If its too overwhelming a few others would step in but thus far a situation where it's been too much has not arisen.

Jinbei 🥋 Jinbei is in charge of driving the wagon and heading the wagon train. He coordinates the setting up of their little market area. Works closely with Nami when planning routes as Jinbei takes all the obstacles into account when travelling. Also being one of the more amicable and well versed members, he handles negotiations for locations and permissions to set up a campsite doubled traveling shop.

Chopper 🍭 Medicine and Animals. Chopper makes various salves, medicines, and ointments for a wide variety of things. In fact Miracle Medicine is not too far off to describe the health tonics he creates. They are one of the best sellers that the Straw Hat merchant group has to offer. Chopper also takes it upon himself to look after the animals that help with pulling the wagons when they travel on land, as well as offering free medical check ups for anyone that seeks one.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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The Girl He Left Behind [Part Fourteen]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 2824 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: GUYS guess who might be getting together in the next chapterrrr

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‘In bed!?’ Marci squealed watching the blush creep across Addison’s face as she shushed her. ‘Sshh! There’s a billion people in this house Mar!’ she said though she couldn’t stop smiling herself. ‘I can’t believe it. My best friend. In bed with Elvis Presley,’ she said shaking her head, ‘I should be jealous…but I’m not.’ ‘It wasn’t like that,’ she said self-consciously. Though he hadn’t kissed her she hadn’t failed to notice the way he pressed up against her when he thought she was sleeping. Or the way his fingers ghosted just under her nightdress making her think all sorts of things that made it impossible to drift off. It was like she was already living in one of her dreams. ‘I’m just glad the pair of you have stopped pretending you don’t like each other,’ she said rolling her eyes as Addison protested. ‘I never said I didn’t like him,’ she objected, ‘I just skated over how much.’ ‘Okay Mrs Technicalities,’ Marci said, rolling her eyes, ‘so has he said anything?’ ‘No,’ Addison said biting her lip. Though the mood had shifted around them he hadn’t told her any different and as much as she had longed for him to kiss her, he hadn’t, making her concerned she was reading into things the wrong way. ‘He’s probably just waiting for a better time,’ Marci said placing her hand on Addison’s knee, ‘I mean with your mom and everything this weekend he probably didn’t want to overload you.’ ‘Yeah,’ Addison snorted, ‘trust my mother to ruin everything when she not even around.’ Marci smiled sympathetically and then dropped her gaze uncomfortably. That was the other problem that had arisen over the weekend. Everyone seemed to be unsure as to how to deal with her. Some had let her know they were sympathetic, even treating her like she was fragile enough to break if they looked at her in the wrong way, and others treated her like herself or more to the point treated her like nothing had even happened. Like it was an unsightly blip never to be mentioned again. The only person who seemed to be okay around her was Elvis. He wasn’t too harsh when the topic of Mona came up, like Gladys was, and he didn’t look the other way as Vernon did. She felt better talking about it even if it was in the form of dry humour or sarcasm. It made it hurt a little less. ‘How are you doing after all that?’ Marci said after a moment. Addison shrugged. ‘Better I guess,’ she supposed. Addison had rung Marci the morning before they hit the road informing her friend of her change of circumstances and though she wasn’t one hundred per cent right she was better this afternoon than she was after that phone call. ‘I still can’t believe she did it,’ Marci said shaking her head, ‘to do that to you-’ ‘Is a very Mona thing to do don’t you think?’ Addison said, ‘look I know it’s a bad thing but honestly? I can’t say I’m surprised. I just want to get over it y’know?’ ‘And under someone else,’ Marci said wiggling her eyebrows. ‘Har-har,’ Addison said with a roll of her eyes. ‘Oh come on tell me you haven’t even thought about it,’ Marci challenged, ‘not even a little bit?’ Addison smiled wryly but said nothing climbing off her bed to grab her belongings. ‘Addie?’ Marci said incredulously waiting for her friend's response but she said nothing. ‘Come on,’ Addison said placing her purse on her shoulder, ‘they’ll be waiting for us.’ ‘Fine,’ Marci grumbled climbing up off the bed, ‘but if you two are gonna get up to something funky in that movie theatre just make sure the pair of us are sat real far apart.’ ‘Yeah we will,’ Addison said as they ducked into the hall ready to go and find the boys who would be heading with them to the Memphian tonight, ‘we leave the shows to you and Jer.’ ✵✵✵ Thunk. The folded newspaper hit the desk in front of Elvis making him glance down towards it. He was on the front-page mid-song under a scathing headline. He didn’t want to but he couldn’t help but feel his eyes trail down to it reading what the reporter from yesterday had written. ‘I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG’ says rock and roller Elvis Presley as he denounces those who criticise him. Elvis Presley, 22, said that he will not stop his lewd act for anyone when interviewed before the Atlanta Children’s Hospital Charity Performance yesterday. The performance, which was aired on both television and radio, aimed to be a good fundraising exercise for the local Children’s hospital but given the animosity the young rocker’s style of music leaves behind who is to say how those ratings were affected. Presley did not retract his statement when this issue was pointed out. Instead, he stated that he was sure his fans would come to his defence. ‘That’s bullshit!’ Elvis scoffed, shaking his head as he fell back in his chair. Anger and frustration boiled through him and worsened as he caught the Colonel looking at him with an ‘I Told You So’ expression plastered across his face. He had called Elvis into a meeting in the upstairs office the evening after they had gotten back. Elvis had been so ecstatic about the weekend that he hadn’t even noticed the scowl on the Colonel’s face until he had thrown that paper down in front of him. ‘Even so,’ the Colonel said, ‘someone’s still going to read it.’ ‘And they’re stupid if they believe it,’ he snapped. The Colonel rolled his eyes. ‘Your blind faith in truth will always astound me,’ the Colonel said. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Elvis baulked standing up, pacing up and down the room as he tried to fend off his anxieties. The Colonel didn’t bat an eyelid at him, continuing as though he had asked him what the weather was going to be like. ‘That the public's view of the truth doesn’t mean anything,’ the Colonel said. Elvis glanced at him with his brow furrowed as the older man continued, ‘but we all know that what actually happens and what you can convince an audience of are two different things. Reporters are snowmen too my boy. Like you and I.’ ‘I’m not a snowman,’ Elvis said bitterly. He hated when his manager said that. When he insinuated he was there to lure people in, rinse them of everything in their wallets and send them on their merry way. That wasn’t him. He was a performer and he was just trying to do what he did best. Perform. He just wished reporters and management would let him do it. ‘So you say but you have tried to snow me before now,’ the Colonel said. Elvis slowed watching the Colonel confused as he tried to understand his meaning, ‘like when you told me nothing was occurring between you and Miss Goodwin.’ ‘Colonel-’ ‘Assured me of it,’ the Colonel continued as if Elvis was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar offering denials when it was clear he was guilty, ‘so tell me why I had to barter with this reporter not to run a story about the pair of you, hmm?’ ‘What?’ Elvis asked perplexed. ‘Or is Addison not the girl the bellboy found barely clothed in your bed yesterday morning?’ the Colonel said. ‘It’s not like that,’ Elvis reasoned. ‘Isn’t it? What do you think just because I’m an older gentleman I couldn’t possibly see the way she looks at you, or more to the point, the way you look at her,’ the Colonel asked making Elvis feel guilty. He supposed his manager was right the way they had been acting over the past couple of days would lead anyone to assume something was occurring it was just that no one was brazen enough to say anything to him. ‘Addie and I-’ ‘Cannot be seen together,’ the Colonel said. ‘You can’t tell me what to do,’ Elvis said indignantly. ‘I’m not telling you how to do anything,’ the Colonel shrugged, ‘I am simply pointing out that this might not be the best idea. And protest as you might you are heading down a slippery slope with your behaviour. Today is a bus boy paid handsomely to spill juicy details about what he saw.’ ‘He saw nothing. Nothing happened,’ Elvis said. ‘Even so. It’s not about what happened it’s about what they believe. And some fool reporter with an idea and a picture to back it up is enough. She’s a nice girl Elvis but you cannot deny she doesn’t come with her own share of problems,’ the Colonel said. ‘I don’t care about that,’ Elvis said. ‘And if they drag her through the mud as well as you?’ the Colonel said finally causing Elvis to stop pacing and look up at him. He hadn’t thought about that, not in a while at least. He was so focused on being happy he hadn’t thought about how the press might involve her. He was right about his fans. They would support him whatever he did when it came to his music but his love life? That had proved another story. They wanted him. They wanted to be the one he loved and most of his girlfriends had taken a hit. Some of them were tough enough to take it but he worried about Addison. As strong as she was, she was still young, still in school, not to mention all the heartache she had been through recently. Add jaded fans, paparazzi, and a new relationship into the mix he wondered if she’d cope. ‘Now,’ the Colonel said quietly leaning his elbows on the desk and looking up at Elvis. Elvis placed his hands on his hips, clenching his jaw as he looked at him, ‘I’m going to ask you again. Is there anything you need to tell me about yourself and Miss Goodwin?’ Elvis looked at him for a moment. He was watching him closely as if daring him to challenge him. He loved Addison with all his heart but the Colonel had a point. It wasn’t about navigating the situation for himself; he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was making sure she was okay. Even if that meant them pulling back, just for now. It was going to kill him to do so, after all, every attempt he had ever made had failed as her entire being intoxicated him, pulling him in till he was all consumed, but he needed to do it. ‘No Sir,’ Elvis said stoically. ‘Good,’ the Colonel said with a tight smile, ‘as for the other stuff let me worry about that.’ ‘Other stuff?’ Elvis asked raising an eyebrow. ‘Shows, appearances and the like. There has got to be a way to turn the tide with these reporters and I’m sure I’ll think of it. The Snowman always does,’ the Colonel said. Elvis nodded. ‘Right, sure,’ he replied, ‘is that it?’ ‘I think we’ve covered all we need to, don’t you?’ the Colonel said. Elvis nodded tightly and mumbled a ‘goodbye’ before he headed to the door. Once he got outside the office and the door was shut behind him he rested his head back against it with a sigh. He could hear people downstairs waiting for him. They were going to the Memphian on what was supposed to be a fun night out post-touring but it looked as though that wasn’t the case any longer. As if it would prolong the inevitable and keep them in a state of contentment Elvis crept down the stairs slowly. He spotted Addison first, sitting on the couch with Marci, whispering fervently to one another. She looked happy. As happy as he had been five minutes ago. And he was going to ruin it. He tried to tell himself that she probably wouldn’t mind. That maybe their relationship was completely one-sided but in his heart of hearts he knew that wasn’t the case. They had both felt the pull, something inside them yanking them together as if it was meant to be. He knew that. In fact, he’d known it for a while. He’d just forced himself to believe otherwise. She spotted him coming down the stairs and smiled at him. He returned it weakly though he didn’t go to her as he hit the bottom step, instead, he went to Red, essentially blocking her from view as if that would make his heart hurt any less. ‘Ready to go?’ Red said. Elvis nodded. As everyone started to roll out he headed out the door first towards the car where Sonny was already waiting. Addison watched him curiously wondering why he hadn’t waited for her. Mari looked at her with a puzzled expression but she shook her head hoping her friend wouldn’t ask any questions after all she wasn’t entirely sure what was going on either. By the time they all got outside he was sitting up front in one car with Sonny in the driver’s seat forcing everyone else into the back. Addison climbed inside with Marci quickly beside her wondering what an earth was going on. The drive wasn’t quiet as if no one noticed that there was something wrong with him but Addison couldn’t stop herself from staring at the back of his head. He kept his eyes front, responding to the conversation where needed but other than that giving little rapport. ‘It’s his last one for the year,’ Red said pulling her back to reality. He was talking about a show Elvis was due to perform over a month from now at their local baseball stadium. ‘Should be a good one too,’ Sonny said glancing at them in the rear-view mirror, ‘it’s better playing to a home crowd sometimes, right EP?’ ‘Right,’ Elvis said with little conviction. ‘It’s in Memphis?’ Marci asked excitedly. ‘Yeah, Russwood park,’ Red said. ‘Well I have to come to this one,’ she said, ‘I mean if y’all don’t mind.’ ‘I’m sure we can squeeze ya on the list, right EP?’ Red said with a smile that made Marci beam so much Addison thought she might pull a muscle. ‘What?’ Elvis said pulling out of his thoughts a little before mumbling an, ‘oh yeah.’ ‘Addie’s been telling me about how much fun y’all have had this weekend. So definitely sign me up,’ she said. As the boys laughed and joked Elvis glanced over his shoulder and their eyes met. His face was unsure, apologetic even, and it gave Addison a sense of dread she couldn’t shake as he turned back to look out the window. Something was wrong. As they pulled up at the Memphian he allowed Red and Sonny to climb out first, as usual, with Marci following quickly behind though before Addison could speak he climbed out, joining the group and making her unable to seize the opportunity to talk to him. She thought she might get a chance as they headed inside but whilst they hung around in the lobby he never seemed to stay still. Instead, he bounced from conversation to conversation always out of her reach. As Red announced they could go in everyone started to head inside but Addison was quicker. She stood by the door of the theatre, allowing everyone to file past until he was in front of her, then she placed her arm across the wooden door frame making him stop in his tracks. ‘We’re gonna miss the movie,’ he said trying to move past her but she didn’t move. ‘What’s going on?’ she asked, her hazel eyes peering into his face for any sort of answer. ‘Nothing,’ Elvis said, not relieving her worries in the slightest. She analysed his face for any glimpse of truth but he kept it neutral hoping she’d buy whatever he was telling her. ‘Promise?’ she said, tugging at his heartstrings once more. He didn’t want to lie to her but he also knew that this was the only way to protect her. So he didn’t lie but he didn’t tell the truth either, he gently skirted around it. ‘Would I ever lie to ya?’ he said with a knee-weakening smile. Addison didn’t seem taken in by it but after a beat she nodded and let her arm drop to her side. They walked in together but as she took a seat by Marci he moved to sit behind her, next to Red. He didn’t trust himself to sit next to her. He wouldn’t be able to keep himself to himself. The last time they had been there was different. Now he knew what her touch felt like. How it felt to hold her. No, to make good on his promise and protect her he needed to keep her at arm’s length.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Last Semester – Part Five

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,888

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

The Age Gap Issue

It has been ten days since you started dating Cillian and things were great, at least mostly.

Over the past ten days, you spent every single night at Cillian’s apartment, enjoying his company. Neither of you even thought about tuning it down, maintaining distance from each other or taking things slow. It was simply too perfect and there was so much you had to talk about. Then there was the sex. The most incredible sex. You couldn’t get enough of each other.

At university, Cillian managed to keep things professional during the group sessions and largely avoided one on one contact with you during classes. Of course, you had questions for him but, unlike the other students, you simply asked them when you were alone with him, often over a glass of wine or over dinner. The arrangement worked well and, thus far, you haven’t arisen any suspicions.

The deadline was near and secrets didn’t have to be secrets anymore for very long. Cillian’s involvement in your unit was going to come to an end in two weeks and the final assessments for the semester were taking place in as little as four weeks. After that, you could be together without having to hide it.

But there was still one thing that you haven’t quite managed to juggle just yet and this was the difference in age between you and Cillian.

While it didn’t bother you at all, you occasionally noticed that Cillian struggled with it, questioning the feelings he was developing for you.

There was one conversation in particular triggering Cillian’s doubts and that was when you brought up your younger step brothers who were 14 and 12, the same age as Cillian’s sons.

Cillian was rather reserved when it came to conversations about his sons Hendrix and Charlie but, the more he got to know you, the more he told you about them.

You loved that he did share these details with you but, at the same time, it made him realise how you were at totally different stages of your lives and that this might pose problems for the future.

As such, whilst Cillian and his ex-wife Laura had a good relationship with each other after having divorced five years ago, bringing a much younger woman into a step family dynamic at some point was possibly a bad idea.

The other issue that he thought might possibly arise is that you would likely want children yourself at some point. But he didn’t. He didn’t want to start all over again.

In addition to these warranted concerns, there were little things as well that made Cillian feel self-conscious about the difference in age and you couldn’t help but tease him about them.

The Grey Hair

For example, the night before Cillian was due to fly to Dublin to see his sons, he became rather self-conscious about his hair turning grey. It had been turning grey for quite some years but, when you met several weeks ago, he had just finished filming his TV show Peaky Blinders. This meant that his hair was short and coloured dark.

Over the period of six weeks, it grew out slowly, featuring some grey streaks which, this time around, he noticed much more than he ever did.

In addition, Cillian was featuring a few grey hairs on his chest as well and it was that evening, when you arrived at his apartment that you caught him coming out of the shower, his intimate parts covered by a white towel and his chest hair…Gone!

‘Whoa’ you said as you walked inside, noticing immediately that he had shaved his chest.

‘What?’ Cillian went on to ask before giving you a kiss.

‘Why did you do this?’ you pouted, running your hands over his bare chest. ‘I loved running my hands through it’ you said somewhat disappointed as you really enjoyed playing with the small amount of hair on his chest when you cuddled up against him.

‘Well…some have turned grey’ Cillian said somewhat reluctantly and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘As is expected at your age’ you giggled teasingly before realising what this was all about.

‘Yeah, that really makes me feel better’ Cillian laughed and you pressed your lips onto his for a passionate kiss.

‘I have no idea why you are so self-conscious about a few grey hairs Cilly’ you went on to say, slightly amused.

‘Because you are twenty years younger than me’ Cillian responded and you sighed.

‘Here we go again’ you chuckled before pushing him backwards to sit on the lounge while you stood in front of him.

‘Listen, there are a lot of women younger than me who are very attracted to you’ you said and Cillian recalled the Instagram posts you had showed him a few days ago, which made him shake his head.

‘Also, I really like your grey hair. It’s fucking sexy. You are fucking sexy’ you then went on to say.

‘I am just saying that you could be with someone your own age Y/N’ Cillian responded.

‘And why would I want that?’ you asked. ‘We connect perfectly and you are literally the first person I have ever met with whom I am never running out of conversation. You are intelligent, funny, kind and very handsome. In addition, the sex is fucking amazing. I don’t want anyone else and I want you to let this damn hair grow back’ you demanded all while you seductively unwrapped your dress and revealed your black lace lingerie.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian barely managed to say as you stood there in front of him.

‘I bought it today. For you’ you winked before walking over towards him, kissing him passionately and then unwrapping the towel around him like you were opening a present.

As he sat there in front of you, completely naked, you pulled a pillow from the lounge and put it onto the floor before kneeling down on it, right there in between his legs.

Your mouth opened and you leaned forward just enough to catch the head of his cock between your lips.

‘Fuck, yes’ Cillian swore and you sighed, your eyes fluttered at the feeling of him, fighting to open your mouth wider to take more of him in. He was hot, and you tasted the sweet savory drop of precum that leaked onto your tongue.

Watching Cillian like this was enchanting. You sucked harder, feeling him pulse against your lips and tongue. His eyes widened and he moaned. Oh, you would do almost anything to hear him make that sound. It was an incredible turn on for you. Your tongue swirled around him, flicking the crown and massaging under the head.

‘Oh god Y/N’ Cillian murmured, and he reached for you. You felt his fingers clench in your hair so little prickles of pain burned your scalp. You met his eyes as he pulled your face into his crotch, and his cock hit the back of your throat. Your eyes watered but you kept your eyes on his expression, and watched him fall apart above you.

‘Shit’ Cillian eventually jerked away, wrenching himself out of your mouth. A long trail of spit connected you, and eventually broke, slapping against your chest. You caught your breath.

‘I want you so fucking much’ he growled, his voice strained. He caught you under your arms and helped you to your feet before picking you up and carrying you to his bed.

‘Cillian, please I need you inside of me’ you whimpered and Cillian shoved you against the bed, your back facing him, and you shivered as you felt his hands squeezing at your ass and hips. He stood directly behind you, and you could feel the hair on his legs tickling the backs of your thighs.

‘You almost made me lose it there’ Cillian said as he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the ground before quickly pulling down your lace panties.

‘I could tell you enjoyed it’ you grinned as Cillian moved one of your legs with his hands, bending your knees one at a time so you were crouched on the bed. He paused behind you, and you closed your eyes, listening to his ragged breathing, trying to stay calm.

Cillian’s finger traced your slit gently, and you gasped and let out a shaky moan as he dipped into your wetness.

‘So wet for me already’ Cillian smirked and you simply nodded. You couldn't talk. You could barely breathe.

Within seconds, you felt the head of his cock press against you, and then he grabbed your hips, and shoved it inside.

You cried out as he invaded your body. A hot flash of something went through you, and your arms buckled under you as you fell face first into the mattress.

You could hear Cillian behind you, grunting and swearing, holding your hips tightly, his nails biting into your skin. He pulled you back against him roughly, and another hot flash of pleasure shot through your body. You felt like you were going to explode any minute.

‘Y/N’ he growled, and shifted behind you, and then you felt his arm snake around your waist and up to your face. He pulled you up and held your chin firmly with his hand. You could feel his chest pressed against your back, like he was holding you tight against him in a hug as he continued to thrust into you.

‘Oh god Cillian yes’ you moaned as he was dropping his head and caught your neck with his teeth. He bit you gently, and then sucked hard at the bite, thrusting deeper and deeper into you in a way that you still couldn't understand.

‘Open your eyes’ he growled into your ear and your eyes flew open. Across from you was the mirror of the nightstand. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you took in the sight of Cillian buried inside your body, holding you close.

‘Cillian’ you moaned again as your whole body caught fire, and burned, and burned. You saw fireworks behind your eyes and your brain went all staticy.

It could have lasted an hour, or been just a moment in time, but the next thing you knew was that your legs began to shake violently and your walls began to clench around Cillian’s hard cock.

‘Oh god yes fuck’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you and your juices squirted onto the wooden floor.

At the same time, Cillian reached his high as well, thrusting into you with several loud groans as he filled you with rope after rope of his warm cum.

‘Jesus that was amazing’ Cillian huffed just before he pulled out of you gently and you both collapsed on the bed together.

‘So, tell me again Cilly, why would I want to be with a younger guy?’ you giggled.

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24-guy · 3 years

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So. The tales of the smp thing.

Cw:// minor amounts of swearing (one mild word)

I don't usually put my two cents into things like this, keeping my theories to myself and all that since my friends don't watch the smp or anything like that.

And just a fair warning, this is going to be a long post so you can skip this if you're looking for other things. I don't know how to put the "read more" cut on the post.

I want to talk about what the significance of John John (ranboo) dying in the most recent tales thing. As far as I can see, nobody has said anything along the lines of what I'm thinking but I have just woken up and I went to bed immediately after the episode, with my brain going brrr.

Long story short: I think ranboo is going to die.

And I mean, lose a life and everyone thinks he's dead because he goes somewhere else when he dies.

My evidence;

The wild west episode had little explicit lore in it. The masquerade had the egg, very obviously, and the city of mizu is a future city with a shit ton of ties to ranboo, what with him saying he'd like to build an underwater city one day and ranbob and all of that.

Now. The egg said to techno on the 13th that he looked familiar and if the egg knew him. It could just be a joke at the fact that techno didn't change his skin for the masquerade one very much, but it could also be because, in canon, both billiam and techno are pig men.

How does this lend into ranboo potentially dying?

The past tales episodes predict the future.

It's instilled into us time and time again that the past keeps repeating itself.

Even in minor things.

The thing repeating itself now is the egg. It's repeating it's hold on the world.

So if ranboo died, then that could happen in the future.

"But it could have been an accident".

To that I say, no. Karl chose to have ranboo go up. It was planned. And usually, correct me if I'm wrong, but usually ranboo is a pretty good shot. Meaning it was intentional that his character was a bad one.

I know I'm doing a lot of reaching here, but yeah.

Now I'm gonna spill my thoughts on the egg.

Specifically the interactions with techno and ranboo. Because it seemed odd to me how it interacted with them.

Usually, the egg has to be interacted with for you to hear it; tommy started destroying it, sam is a spy, bad and ant are completely possessed, you get it.

But techno hadn't. Yet it started talking with him. This probably means it's getting stronger. Now. As I said before it said techno looks familiar, referencing to billiam, most likely. This could be why it was trying to show more of an authority to techno, saying "silence" after techno and that were beginning to go off topic, trying to control the situation but clearly failing because techno is just that type of person.

It began speaking to ranboo in a worse way as well, instead of asking what ranboo wanted, it picked at the little things nagging at ranboo himself. I remember seeing somewhere that apparently the egg called ranboo a slave, but I don't know how true it is. If it is true, then that could explain the more intimidation based tactics the egg tried to use, since the egg could be thinking that ranboo, who literally followed techno around during that stream, was the butler.

It seems that the egg is getting caught up in what and who it does and doesn't know.

I know that a lot of this is reaching so far I have to have a ladder to get there but even so, it's just something weird I noticed.

That's all. Sorry for the long post. I did like ranting though, so maybe I'll do it again. This is just two episodes of the tales series so, maybe I could try again.

Edit:

It's just occurred to me that I never said where I think ranboo is going to go.

Personally, I don't think he's going to go to the inbetween. My first thought was like... A recreation of The End, so he didn't get the achievement because, like, what if he actually came from there in the first place. But then I realised, no. That wouldn't make sense and would be very difficult to pull off with the ender dragon being there and the endermen. So what if he re-appeared at a completely different location in the server, one that maybe prompts him to start building a certain underwater city. Maybe the cause of death was because everyone found out about him trying to break dream out of prison, with how it seems the storyline is going currently, and that underwater city is the one place that nobody has a chance of anyone finding him. He writes down everything about everyone he knows, the most unreliable narrator picturing stories of men who can lift mountains. And his ancestors think he had the best memory since he wrote everything the city was founded on. Each story of his friends being told through this single lense that we, as the audience, know is unreliable due to memory problems. So it would make sense as to why mizu would think ranboo had the best memory. Everything they know came from him.

Shoot. Edit 2:

The consequence of ranboo dying. I keep forgetting to finish my thoughts in this. But this is the last one, I think.

Forgive me, for I only wish for wholesome family interactions. And this certainly is one.

It seems like techno and ranboo are a reccuring thing in the tales thing. With techno, there's also ranboo. Which makes sense, they're friendly in real life I assume and their smp characters are friends. But they also retain that mentor-mentee bond throughout the timelines too. Techno and ranboo, billiam and the butler, now the sheriff and John. This could be just like, "oh yeah. They're friends, it makes sense that they'd be friendly in the tales things too" if it wasn't for tubbo. Anyone who watches any of ranboo or tubbo's streams pretty much knows that they're practically best friends now, which is a really really nice dynamic. I love it. Now. If it was just real life friendship causing the friendly interactions between the sheriff and John then explain why tubbo's character, percy, is the one mainly picking on john.

Could be friendship, and a silly one at that, but you know. Reaching here.

Not to mention, the sheriff is the first one who reacted and reached where john died and reacted the worst, via... Milk... Drinking... Competition... Apparently? I don't know. It's very silly.

So. My thought process here is that we know techno and Phil are indifferent to ranboo's actions when he sleep walks, and we know techno knows about the voice now and he doesn't seem to care. We also know that ranboo trusts techno due to that shared commonality of voices in their heads.

So I think that, if ranboo dies, then techno and Phil are gonna have some words. Maybe moreso techno than phil because techno really seems to be warming up to everyone's favorite enderboy recently and I don't think that's without good thought. Techno very easily could get ranboo to go away if he wanted, but he's fooling himself at this point. He wasted no time hesitating giving ranboo his only trident to save him from the egg, was constantly trying to get him away from it when they were in the same room, ect.

So two possibilities for ranboo's potential death, have arisen:

1) The rest of the smp find out that ranboo has been trying to break dream out of prison.

2) ranboo tries to destroy the egg, maybe it grows slightly bigger and he doesn't bring enough totems to live through destroying it, as we see it causes damage to him to break it's blocks.

So yeah. Ranboo dies and techno decides that something needed to be done in dramatic techno fashion. I'm not sure what that is yet, but yeah.

#TOTSMP #tales of the smp #ranboo #technoblade #the egg #theory #DSMP #MCYT #dsmp theory #totsmp theory

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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 3 years

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In honor of Stone Ocean being announced (!!!), I have arisen from the dead to bring you a diatribe on this beautiful, weird they/them.

So, Narciso Anasui. They don’t make no fucking sense.

Anasui wants to marry Jolyne BEFORE they meet her, unless you count the piano encounter where they did not exchange words. Anasui walks into the part trying to marry Jolyne which is... fucking insane.

Because normal people want to get married because they’re in love with someone. Anasui has never met Jolyne but is DETERMINED to marry her. It’s possible they imprinted when they saw her, more on that later, but normal people, if they're in love or even think they're in love, try multiple levels of courtship: go on a date, have sex, do sweet things together... But Anasui is Belligerent about marrying Jolyne and nothing else. Like the idea of dating or just fucking hasn't even occurred to them. Just insta-marriage.

And that's... really weird, right? That's a fixation, it means that marriage must mean something specific to them. And, even weirder, as possessive and jealous as Anasui is, it's not a weird sex thing. They’re never sexually harassing Jolyne or believe that by marrying Jolyne they'll own her in some way. Like, those are all shitty reasons to want marriage, but we've seen those before, we know what those are. But no, Anasui treats marriage as an end goal in and of itself. Like the marriage, by its existence, will... DO something.

I think Anasui knows or believes they’re in a story and believes that marriage, and specifically marrying Jolyne, the protagonist, will fix their life. Marriage is the way you trigger the Happy Ending, right? We all know from every fairy tale that that’s how it ends, the hero saves the day, marries the maiden, and they both live happily ever after. But critically, the story only ends this way for a few particular characters. The townspeople don’t get a happy ending and the villain certainly doesn’t get a happy ending, only the protags do. And Anasui is trying to be a very particular kind of protag, they’re trying to be a white knight.

I think, when they saw Jolyne, Anasui realized what kind of story this was, or saw what kind of story this could be, and decided who they wanted to be in this story to achieve the desired outcome. Like, I think this could even explain their off-screen gender transformation. They assumed, wrongly, that Jolyne wouldn't be interested in a woman and that they couldn't be a white knight as a woman, so they made themself into a man to better suit the part. All in the name of ensuring that Happy Ending.

But what’s funny about all of this, is Anasui has picked a REALLY BAD part for themself. Like, it's not native to them at all. Anasui is a relatively harmless person, but they’re an asshole. They AREN’T generous and brave and kind. They AREN’T bold and true and patient. They’re a cagey, cunning, selfish, shallow prick. So they don’t REALLY know how to do the thing they’re trying to do; they’re guessing based on vague archetype ideas. But Anasui wants SO BADLY to make this work because they’re really trying for that Happy Ending.

When we meet Anasui, they’re stuck in Emporio's room because they’re on fire, that's the On Fire room, ironically enough. Anasui doesn’t know who they are or what their part is in the story and they spend most of the part trying to figure that out and find an identity, to even find a motivation. Weather and Anasui are both stuck in there because they're waiting for their part in the story to happen, literally and metaphorically. They both WANT to be in the story and interact, but don't know how to yet. And Weather has personal reasons for interacting with the story, but Anasui doesn't. So you really gotta wonder why they’re here at all. Anasui certainly does.

But Anasui thinks that they can get something out of this story, they can get a Happy Ending. So Anasui narrates themself into the story, makes themself a part that is all but assured a happy ending if they can just execute it right. And they pick a part that is not remotely intuitive to them, but Anasui thinks that by saying it over and over again and following the pattern doggedly, they can get through this and come out the other side. What would have made more sense and would have been actually easier is starting their own arc. But, here again, Anasui shows some low-key awareness of being in a story: you can’t have your own arc if you’re not the protag. And Anasui seems genuinely aware that Jolyne is the protag, this is her story, and so fits themself into her story rather than trying to make their own story and thus a competing narrative.

But this is a hard row to hoe for Anasui and you watch them struggle over the course of Part 6 to be this thing they don’t really know how to be and how to keep their real self at bay. And it’s possible, even probable, that they may genuinely want to be better, that they find things admirable in white knights and that if they could just do that, they’d be a better, happier person. But they just... don't know how to.

Looking at it this way, Anasui's arc should have been realizing that trying to be something you're not will always fail and that you have to accept the person you are and the arc you're in, even if it's not what you wanted. In many ways this parallels closely with Weather Report, who incidentally is just about the only person who knows the real Anasui. They are both character who, for very different reasons, spend a long time as not themselves but, regrettably, know and maybe even like the real version of each other. It speaks volumes that Anasui seems to be the only person Weather doesn’t hate on sight and trusts to help him achieve his revenge. And the Anasui you see in those moments is the most competent and focused Anasui of the entire part. At that moment, Anasui isn’t trying to marry Jolyne, and thus ascend into being a different person, Anasui is just doing what they can to help, focused only on the here and now. It’s a rare, real moment. And after this moment, Anasui doesn’t seem as obsessively focused on marrying Jolyne, even when it’s closer than ever. Anasui seems to have reached some understanding that they can still have a good ending, if not a happy ending, and that participating in the story you have may be more important than forcing a story that isn’t yours.

But then the universe resets and implies that Jolyne IS with Anasui this time which is just... well, bizarre. But it really makes a fine point that Anasui is a character stuck in a loop of trying to force their life to be a certain way. That this was intentional on Araki's part to have this incoherent character who is trying to fit some idea of themself because they cannot locate a motivation of their own. Ideally, this Anasui too would realize and learn that marrying Jolyne isn't the answer to all their problems. It won't magically make them different, no matter how hard they’ve tried to pin everything on that. And that fulfillment comes from within, not without.

#Stone Ocean #Narciso Anasui #JJBA #jjba 6 #character meta #Lemon's soapbox

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 4 years

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@ravenfan1242 You said short and it started short and well, it just became this the way only an open prompt can... I hope it’s remotely decent!!!

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Raven leaned against the table and under her light weight, Jason could swear the solid structure shifted. From the moment she arrived, brandishing an eco-friendly tote, she was weighted down. Even after relinquishing the heavy bag, she still seemed to sag into it.

"I'm worried, Jason."

"Raven, don't be," he offered quickly. "I mean, look around you, it's fine."

"No, it's not fine." A heavy sigh exited her body. "There's something else I'm forgetting... I just feel like I should do something... Something more."

"That's pretty clear." He pointed at the huge bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. It was all organic and more than enough fodder to sustain two down and out Jason Todds for a month. Completely and utterly unnecessary. But, if you spent enough time brushing the tuxedo-covered and satin gloved elbows of the Gotham elite, you grew familiar with the concept of overcompensation. "I don't know why you're worried. I have everything I need here - and some. Oh and good morning - by the way."

Her blue-violet eyes narrowed and then ran their lap around the space for about the eighth time. "Natural light... That's the problem." She wrung her hands together. "There's no natural light... But, I should have figured that bulbs alone weren't enough."

"You think I need exposure to sunlight? That's certainly rich." Jason's chin jutted in her direction. "It really means so much coming from you." The half-demon's pallor was pretty standout in the tight black v-neck, more than usual, which was saying something. It was like someone had flipped a switch to change the settings to negative, then pointed it solely on her, leaving the colors of her skin and sweater equally inverted.

"You're vitamin D deficient - probably... Definitely. Or you will be..." Once more, she fussed about the beige corded string tote. She held up the carton of milk and then a container of yogurt, examining percentages, as if expecting these offerings to remedy the problem in the short term.

Jason half considered telling her she'd do well to down a glass or a spoonful herself, but he held his tongue. This was clearly about alleviating what she could, so as not to focus on the real problem.

"Underground to underground bunker...?" Jason stretched his arms behind his head leaning back onto the small couch in the hideout. "I can't help but consider this a vast improvement." The space was so very much like a studio. So it was practically palatial compared to his previous digs in the cemetery. He barely stifled a scoff as he contemplated yet another bitter realty. B couldn't be bothered to spring for a bloody crypt. It was probably confirmation of where he ranked. What did it matter? There was a revolving door of Robins anyway.

"So, I suppose... it can't be helped," she said somberly.

"Exactly. If you've been deep down enough, natural light becomes a cursory concern." It was meant to be an offhand remark, as he was sure she knew what lay underneath the earth's surface better than most. But Jason watched as the daughter of Trigon actually flinched. She was quivering slightly with her small shoulders starting to shake. Some part of this had to be beyond her, it was the only way for someone so powerful to seem so fragile.

Raven was the only one who could say with certainty that Jason Todd's coffin in Gotham Cemetery was empty.

The hardest part was supposed to be over, but neither of them really knew what was going to happen now.

Would he have good days and bad days? Or just all bad? What were the long-term after effects?

He could try to be proactive and take some preemptive actions. Perhaps he could borrow a leaflet from the shelf of one Raven Roth and start meditating to pinion the chaotic churn burgeoning inside him.

Steady the mind... You are neither a puppet nor a proponent of mania, or the voices inside...

He had a couple of chants he was mulling over. Raven knew the value of a good chant.

She also knew what it was like to have multiple forces pressing themselves upon her at any given time. Sometimes literally.

But the occasional moment in front of the crimson and gold strewn sky of dawn, brought her solace.

She'd told him that once, so he could believe it.

Maybe if he too could feel the sunlight, smell dewy grass, or hear the chirping of birds, it would make him feel less apart from the world. Or maybe he would just feel more strange and inhuman, like he was something indecent that didn't belong. And all the organic groceries and housewares in the world wouldn't be enough to rehabilitate the reanimated corpse of Jason Todd. Though Raven sure seemed willing to try.

Wait.

Did she really?

He sat up straight and craned his neck, not believing it. Among the health food items, Jason saw a flash of bright packaging. An orange tin of biscuits. He also spied a familiar looking paper carton. Well, well. Cigarettes.

Circumstances aside, wasn't Raven a do-gooder supreme, even among her fellow Titans? She didn't strike him as one to approve of cigarettes. They kill and all that. Though now she probably figured what was the harm? And he had to painfully agree.

In a state of delirium, he vaguely recalled mentioning something about a smoke. But how on earth did Raven find his favorite English biscuits? His weakness for Hobnobs was something he figured only Alfred knew about.

How did she always know?

Perhaps Raven had seen a small package on his place setting while visiting the manor and filed it away somewhere. In, but never out, she was Fort Knox. And like a fortress, one rarely ever knew what lay within her walls.

Hmm. A cigarette, black coffee and a biscuit for breakfast. Yes, the familiarity of it sounded comforting. Made the place feel downright homey. And suddenly Jason wanted her closer to him, to hold her, at the most. At the least, reach for her hand to squeeze it, if not to reassure her that she had done more than she could ever know.

"It's nice - the blanket... Wool, right?" He patted the soft blue throw resting over the back of the couch, another furnishing, courtesy of Raven. She pursed her lips, probably thinking he was being facetious again. "But, really. I appreciate this - and the food. Didn't I make that clear?"

"No, you didn't." She thumped the back of the couch, now hovering above Jason. "But, of course that would mean that nothing has changed."

"So..." A smirk spread onto his face, as he replayed the last fifteen minutes of their conversation. "That Vitamin D..." Raven blinked slowly, then rapidly, her expression no longer blank. "Being that you're a bit of a recluse, I always guessed that it's pretty difficult to come by... Is that by choice, or -"

"Raven?"

But the half-demon's body stood frozen like a statue. It was always so sudden and swift when it happened. Jason watched helplessly as the emotions arisen from her depths started to vanish themselves. The bloom of red left her face almost as quickly as it had come.

"Raven?"

It was utterly useless to even try. She was somewhere else now. On another plane - a private one - somewhere beyond this secret room to another. Raven was speaking with people he couldn't see and having conversations he couldn't hear. The severe line of her mouth softened and then curved over, as she bit her lip to stifle a tiny smile.

Well that was just great.

Currently, she was holding back a laugh at a joke that wasn't his. So, not people, a person. The only person it could be. And that man's timing was nothing if not spot on.

He stood up abruptly and -

Wait, was it even abrupt if no one noticed?

Who was to say?

But Jason wasn't going to sit around and wait for her to thaw. He figured he'd at least just pick up where she left off. He shot one more glance at Raven before he opened the empty fridge and filed in milk, eggs, and cheese. Huh. She'd gotten mild cheddar, not sharp.

Did anything at all get by her?

Of course, the fall of footsteps meant she was cooked. Defrosted, no longer in suspended animation. She glanced back and forth, calling out when she didn't see him.

"Jason... Jason?"

"Polo. It's not the manor. There's only one door and it's for the bathroom." That was harsher than he meant it to be. He stopped and sighed. "It was him, wasn't it?"

This was Raven, she didn't often lie, not even to spare feelings. "Yes. He... uh..." She paused for a while. Longer than was necessary. Five whole minutes went by. Was she conversing with him again? "Sorry... That was him. Dick hadn't seen me this morning and he seemed worried."

What did he somehow forget what Raven looked like?

Not likely.

Besides, didn't a mind meld render the need for that redundant? Or did theirs not work that way?

"Twice in twenty minutes, that's got to be serious."

"Well... Yes." She shrunk inwardly, holding herself tightly, amethyst orbs darted to the very corner of her eyes. It was the kind of shape someone twisted themselves into when prefacing a breach of something uncomfortable. "He wanted to make sure I was coming."

"Coming? To what - Birdy Book club?" Jason picked up another package. More cheese? Shredded and sliced in addition to the wedge. And Gods, was there crumbled in there too? He was perfectly capable of slicing or shredding or crumbling his own cheese. After all, he was well-versed in knife handling and had plenty of interesting shapes to carve things into.

Or had Raven removed all the sharp objects and replaced them with throw pillows?

"I told you." He shrugged. "You forgot? It's today." Then Raven's voice went low and quiet, as if she were about to speak about something improper. "It's the opening of the..." She swallowed. "Memorial today..."

The memorial.

His memorial.

Of course, he forgot, he hadn't wanted to think about it.

A can of tomatoes slid from his shaking palm and started to roll past his feet. The ghostly burn of verdant followed the steady path of the cylinder, until it bumped into the couch's leg, unable to go on unaided.

"Yeah..." he said after a while. When Raven didn't move, he nodded. "You should go..." He attempted what he believed to be an encouraging smile. Raven winced and Jason wished she wouldn't. He almost preferred pity. "You definitely have to go to that, don't you?"

"Well, yes I have to go. As a Titan and a friend of the family. I have to go and show my face." The half-demon avoided his gaze.

In spite everything that was thrown at her, Raven did the right thing. Why was it that he always seemed to say and do the wrong thing? He could feel a pull towards it now. Amplified. Not lulling like white noise. Loudly, it was rising, roaring in his ears. Burning, red noise.

All he could think about was why? Why this? Why today? And was he seriously unpacking groceries, when he should be in a grave?

What the hell was he doing?

When he shut the fridge, Raven was standing next to it, with her eyes glazed over, nodding at that which he couldn't see.

And she was talking to him again. In the middle of their conversation.

Perfect.

Raven was on it. She was taking care of everything. And everyone. This was best for everyone right now.

But that certainly didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

Raven would climb out of here once this was over. She could go out there and stand in the bright light - with him and their friends and family. Jason was stuck in a damned bunker and what did he get? A tin of biscuits and a pack of cigarettes. Concrete walls. Stale air. No sun. In his former life, Jason had never fully appreciated the sun or the air. He glared at the spotless, dustless, windowless room.

Was she really going to go off and fake it for the world?

And was he going to stay here underground, like he was dead - or as good as?

"Go, I'm all set here," Jason tried flatly. "You can go and put on a dress. Stand there at Dick's shoulder...let him hold your hand."

He had tried his hardest not to think about what his memorial would be like. And now, he couldn't help but picture it.

The specter of Jason Todd would hang silently above those in attendance. But since he wasn't dead, perhaps the only shadows would be cast by this latest slab of stone. Would it be a statue or a sculpture or an engraved tablet? He hoped this one would at least have a better inscription than the one in the cemetery.

Something like:

Jason Todd.

Never fully at rest in life or in death.

The war wages on.

Eternal.

A little noise ripped the image from him. Raven was staring at him with her eyes widened and shocked. She hadn't ever looked at him like that. Not even when she saw him covered in graveyard soil, suit torn to shreds, body broken. The empath faltered and took a clumsy step backward.

"Are you scared of me, Raven?" He felt worse than terrible. "Where is all that talk about not giving up and not letting go?"

"Gods. There's no doubt you're the same Jason. Still the same arrogant -" She clenched a fist. Was she contemplating shoving him? No. Ironically enough, he was too breakable.

"-ass with a selective filter, you mean?" Jason laughed, though the humorless sound of it was probably cruel. "That's crass of you, Raven. Don't they teach you not to speak ill of the dead in other dimensions? Better practice up on that custom before you step out of the town car."

"Stop it." She reached for him, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. It was just a hair too big. Because there was a side effect that they could count on: atrophy. Notably, it was one of his least favorite. "It's not me you're mad at. But it is your day. So you can yell, or throw things, and...you can cry if you want to." Her eyes were brimming over with tears enough for the both of them.

He swallowed, wondering if it was too much, if she was taking on too much.

"Crying already?" Jason tried to smirk if not fall back into usual patterns, but he was finding it exceedingly difficult. He had never seen her cry, not even when she was brushing the dirt from his face. "Don't waste it all here. I know they're for me, but... I think you'll need to save some of those, for later."

"Yeah, I do." And then she laughed bitterly. Miserably.

She wiped her face on her sweater sleeve right as Jason felt a sharp impulse to brush them away for her. He ground his teeth. "You'll give 'em a good show - for me?"

"I won't have to, Jason." There was no need to glance at her to know the mask of Raven that everyone knew was back in place.

"Because... it won't be a show."

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hotdadslade · 4 years

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DC’s Failed Shared Continuity

This is a subject that I see touched on a lot but not really addressed, so I wanted to break it down.

DC’s core comics (That is, Batman, Superman, Justice League, etc, and not the elseworld style books like DCeased or White Knight) are generally understood to be happening in a shared continuity. That is, what happens in one book reflects in the other. The series cross over, because they take place in the same universe.

Only that isn’t true anymore.

There are a lot of plot holes that don’t really make sense, but that isn’t what I want to talk about. Instead, I want to talk about the fact that DC has absolutely no timeline, the absolute glut of events happening in and out of main books, and the fact that each DC comic is effectively its own universe, rather than shared between it.

I’m going to address the following examples, just to give people an idea of what’s going on and exactly what I mean when I talk about a shared continuity:

The fact that Alfred Pennyworth’s funeral happened before he died.

The fact that Bruce Wayne was in at least three places at once at the start of Perpetua’s invasion.

DC’s insane event schedule through 2019.

The lack of impact events are having with the readers, such as the fact that fact that the entire of South America went to war, China engaged in mass orgies, and the entire of Britain stared at the sky for days on end and almost no reader has heard about it.

City of Bane’s complete lack of impact in the larger DC universe

And last but not least: Why does this matter, and where does DC go from here?

Alfred’s Funeral is before his Death:

Alfred Pennyworth dies during City of Bane. We see his funeral in Pennyworth: R.I.P., where we see the family come together and share stories before immediately getting into a slap fight over it.

This unquestionably happens after City of Bane, because City of Bane is when Alfred died. Despite this, Ric is still around:

That little note in the bottom left makes it clear that this happens before Nightwing Annual #2.

The majority of Annual #2 is a flashback, but it specifically ends with the Court of Owls telling Cobb (that is, Talon) that Dick will soon be his, and telling him to move in. This happens in Nightwing 63, when Cobb shows up (aided by Apex Lex’s gift), and starts screwing with Dick’s life. I’ll skip over the most of it: what matters is that Talon brainwashing Dick Grayson appears the same night Perpetua’s symbol appears over the city (in Nightwing 66 and a number of other issues), Dick attacks the Nightwings, fights Condor Red, and then is freed from the mind control all in one night.

Which is great. Except this can’t happen after Alfred’s death, because the symbol of Perpetua (which appears everywhere at once) appears over Gotham during City of Bane (in Batman 81):

So we have one event happening simultaneously in Nightwing and Batman, only one happens before/during Alfred’s death, and the other supposedly happens well after.

Which leads us into...

Batman apparently can be everywhere at once

So up above we have Batman 81. Bruce is, at this point, in the city rushing to beat Bane when the symbol pops up.

Here’s the symbol popping up in Detective Comics (1014) while fighting the Freezes (the city, I’ll note, is normal Gotham at this point, not controlled by Bane):

Bruce is in Paris (in theory, after his coma) in Outsiders #6, and then arrives back in Gotham just in time for the symbol to appear in the sky in issue 7:

Even just while researching this, I realized that it happened in other issues too. The symbol appears in the sky in Batman/Superman issue 3 while Bruce is being attacked by the infected:

It also happens in Justice League, but I can’t be bothered to get pages.

This is all taking place in a shared universe, so the fact that there’s three or four different Bruce’s in three or four different books who are all doing completely different things in different areas is... baffling. DC has always played a bit fast and lose with Detective Comics and Batman, rarely defining which is happening first or what their exact order of events is, but this takes it a step beyond that.

It also leads into...

DC has how many events? and What happened to the infected?

2019 was a year. Specifically, it was the year of the Villain, but it really should have been year of the event, because DC had so many events happening almost concurrently that it was impossible to figure out what was going on when.

You had Heroes in Crisis running from late September 2018 to May 2019 (acknowledged in Batman, Flash, Green Arrow, Red Hood, and Titans, but largely inconsequential and rarely referenced again).

Year of the Villain itself spanned the whole year, with two dedicated series (YoTV and YoTV: Hell Arisen), a huge Justice League arc (14 issues!), literally dozens of tie in issues in main books, and 8 oneshots focusing on specific villains and their upgrades.

This also tied into The Infected storline, where the Batman who Laughs infected six heroes and sent them out into the universe to torment people. This, too, got a number of oneshots and tie-in issues.

You had Event Leviathan, a six issue series which then got a spinoff and soon a sequel through the second half of 2019, which promised to ‘stretch across the DC universe and touch every character’, which has been, outside of Action Comics (which spun it off), a complete non-entity.

You also had Doomsday Clock, which launched all the way back in 2017 and only finished in late 2019. This was intended to ‘impact the entire DC universe’, with the idea that when the series ended, the rest of the continuity would catch up to it and you’d see the repercussions. It’s effectively been rendered non-canon, taking place outside the universe in a single line in Justice League.

So many things were happening, and they were all stressed as extremely important, but when the chips were down...

Most of them weren’t.

Half the Villain upgrades went away with the blink of an eye (Black Mask hasn’t shown up since his oneshot, and Riddler threw his retirement out in favor of being cRaZy in Batman). Heroes in Crisis had almost no affect. Event Leviathan is waiting on its sequel, having meant almost nothing despite the fact that an entire country was taken over. Doomsday Clock is now effectively out of canon.

Many of these (mostly YOTV itself) lead into the Death Metal event happening now, but that’s the thing: they only lead into that. There’s minimal acknowledgement of those events happening in other books. Even when huge things that should be impossible to ignore happen, they have minimal to no effect on the wider continuity. When is Death Metal happening, in continuity? No idea. What about the infected arc? What about Justice League?

Who knows? DC doesn’t seem to.

Which leads into the finale, the great big ‘are you kidding me’ moment:

Remember that time hundreds of thousands of people died, the whole of South America went to war, and China descended into mass orgies?

No?

Neither does anyone else.

In Wonder Woman issue 50 (and some issues around it), a series of dark gods emerge from (you guessed it) the dark multiverse. Each takes control over a single country, enacting their dark bidding.

(Brief Suicide CW in the description below)

The goddess of war causes the entire of South America to literally go to war, invading and murdering each other. The mob god causes the whole of Britain to walk outside and stare up at the sky, not eating or drinking until they started to drop dead. A god of indulgence causes the entire of China to engage in bacchanalia, which is effectively a frenzied orgy of celebration and dancing. The nameless god has taken over Saint Petersburg, causing those within to commit mass-suicide impulsively.

And of course this has been happening world wide. Tens, if not hundreds of thousands are dead. We see shots of other places - mass murder in the streets of Hong Kong, for example.

We actually see other heroes in this. The whole arc actually starts with Supergirl fighting Diana, and then while she's briefly out of commission, the Justice League (Bruce, Arthur, Barry, J’onn, Victor, and Kendra) show up to help only to get absorbed by the big bad. That’s when the above panel happens, and then even more heroes get thrown at the problem.

In the end, Diana ‘wins’ - by sacrificing her brother Jason to the Dark Gods. The gods return the Justice League, and undo the damage they’ve caused on Earth. Those dead aren’t actually dead, for example. Time gets rewound... partially. We see the Justice League who only partially remember what happened, but the damage around the area is still there.

This should be, by any metric, a huge fucking deal. Literal gods appeared from the multiverse and fucked over huge chunks of the planet. Hundreds of thousands died and then were, in theory, un-killed. The heroes are aware of this, and have at least partial memories.

And yet it’s never acknowledged.

This is supposed to be a huge event. The stakes literally could not be higher, and yet I’ve never seen this arc even acknowledged in any other book. This isn’t even a unique thing, either: all of New York (and most of the world) flooded in Doctor Fate and no one noticed outside that book.

So what about City of Bane?

But by far the most significant example of this is City of Bane itself. City of Bane was a huge event. Some of the top selling issues of 2019 were the City of Bane issues. It received numerous ads in other books, as well as major attention. It was the culmination of Tom King’s entire run, and lasted for more than half a year. It involved Gotham taken over by the titular Bane, ruling it with an iron fist and using mind-controlled villains as his own personal police force. It was a huge, game-changing event.

And outside of the pages of Batman (and Gotham City Monsters), it might as well not have happened. Any time it is acknowledged, it’s in the most awkward and confusing manner possible.

Batman and the Outsiders, Issue 6, Bruce is in Paris, Alfred gets a callout from Ra’s, and calls Bruce home:

Bruce immediately gets on a plane and flies home, landing at the end of issue 7 when the Perpetua symbol goes up.

In issue eight, taking place immediately after, we are lead to believe that the entire City of Bane arc happened in between Bruce flying home from Paris and arriving in time to help:

This is far from the only example. City of Bane tends to be acknowledged exclusively in terms of ‘this issue takes place before City of Bane’ editor notes. The only real thing that gets acknowledged is Alfred’s absence: Detective Comics skips over City of Bane entirely (The YOTV issues taking place before, and then going straight to ‘after), Red Hood and the Outlaws ignores it, and Batgirls acknowledgement is effectively skipping City of Bane itself to go right back to talking about ‘cleaning up the city’ with a one line mention of ‘what Bane did to Gotham’. Plenty of other books either don’t mention it at all, or the mention is so minor I completely missed it.

So why does this matter?

Early on in my time in this fandom, I noted that the more a fan is into DC comics (not the fandom, but specifically the comics), the more they’d hate the comics themselves. This extends beyond what most people on tumblr would consider the ‘fandom space’ - I’m talking reddit, league of comic geeks, comic review sites, etc. The fact is that DC has created a scenario where the more you read their work, the worse it gets. Any individual comic from the examples above reads just fine on its own, but when you read multiple comics you start getting confused about why nothing makes sense. There’s no order to things, no continuity. Things are said in one issue and ignored in the next. Major events are trumpeted as changing the status quo but don’t change a thing. DC is actively pushing away their most dedicated readers, the ones who are going out and buying 5+ issues a week.

So what comes next?

The original reason this all came up was the news that DC’s upper editorial staff had been hit with major layoffs. While nothing yet has been confirmed (this happened only three days ago), the general rumors is that DC is going to be majorly cutting back the number of titles. With Death Metal almost certainly heralding a continuity reboot ala Flashpoint, now is the perfect time for DC to figure out what it’s doing with its continuity, and realistically, they have two options.

Option One: Forsake Shared Continuity.

I’m sure a lot of people would hate this idea, because shared continuity is such an intrinsic part of DC’s history, but looking realistically at sales numbers, there’s some major appeal. There’s far less work to it (important with the loss of their editors), and this isn’t to say all the books will be separate, just that they won’t all be inherently linked. Maybe they keep TEC and JL in the same canon. Maybe Nightwing, Batman, and Batgirl share too. The point is, though, that the fact that Gotham is burning to the ground will no longer reflect on Clark, who is apparently just out of earshot with his thumb up his ass doing nothing.

There’s precedent for this as well. Injustice, DCeased, Criminal Sanity, and White Knight are all stories in their own world that are selling (or have sold) extremely well. DC’s top fifteen issues sold for January to March of this year include seven issues of Batman, one issue of Wonder Woman, one issue of Flash, and then two issues of Unkillables, the Robin 80th oneshot, Strange Adventures (its own continuity), and an issue of Batman: Curse of the White Knight. If you go farther down, it’s more of the same - you have to go through every issue of Curse of the White Knight released, as well as Criminal Sanity, to get to Batman/Superman, Detective Comics, Justice League, and Superman.

I’m not sure this is the best choice, but I can’t imagine it’s not an appealing choice just the same.

Option Two: Fix Shared Continuity.

Without question, DC’s going to be (at least temporarily) paring down the number of books they have, and there’s never been a better time for figuring out what’s going on with their continuity. Less books means less to organize. A reboot and one very determined editor could help establish a baseline to work from, but that would require DC to focus on it as a priority.

I’m sure this is the choice most people will lean for, but it’s definitely the more intensive option, and we can only hope DC decides it’s worth it.

#analysis #dc critical

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Finding myself still upset a week later. Tired with the idea that no matter if I'm in the wrong or not, I'm usually expected to either reach out and apologize first because I'm sad at the distance, or just act like nothing happened.

And it's not just this time. Which is the bigger issue. It's this reoccurring thing in my life, which has, in the long term, fucked up my perception of my own allowed emotions. With BPD I'm already invalidating myself, constantly thinking I'm over reacting. The issue has become that I'm rarely if ever over reacting now, because I'm too scared to even open up or feel around people at ALL now. Which I also get told is a problem, how I don't share and open up more - like I use to. It's a fucking loop.

I have people mad every few years that I can't be the friend they want me to be. And when I am transparent about my capabilities and my personal needs, I'm told I basically have to remind them about it when they get upset. It's not my job to keep apologizing... It's like, I'm sorry I am how I am. I also don't want to be like this, but it's how I am these days. I also think it sucks.

But I can't keep apologizing and hating myself for someone's expectations of me that I've been clear about what I can handle... And there's this weird reflection of that in that I'm told I don't owe anything to anyone or whatever, but it feels backhanded and passive in a way that never lays well with me when people say it? Like sometimes it feels like people put words in my mouth? If that makes sense...? It's like when people project their anger on my tone when 9/10 I'm depressed, tired and my tone is honestly flat. Like now.

Getting upset at me over and over again, doesn't help me to be closer to you either. It makes me constantly hear I'm a disappointment and I'm fucking up or hurting you, because I'm not pushing myself to do more than I'm capable of emotionally and mentally. I apologize constantly and it becomes a huge thing of what did I do wrong now.... And again, that's not an isolated incident. It's numerous observations. I feel guilty for taking up time, when I'm not feeling good enough for the person. Does that even make sense?

I'm just tired of hating myself for not being the person people want me to be. I am transparent about my energy levels, my abilities to be a friend. I give so much of myself, and I admit that I have no perception of time outside of if I'm working or not, or when I work next. I constantly tell people this. Most people understand, but it's the ones that don't that I feel bad over, and who have more weight somehow...

I think the other thing upsetting me lately is, it wasn't the first time someone pretty much told me that my responses were apparently too long or too much and it was literally in response to their messages. And it just... Idk. People want to vent and yell and rant at me, but not read my responses? Intention or not. It settled in my chest weird and caused a big mental shut down for me in terms of feeling worth someone's time. It just...Idk. It hurt. It's still hurting. It's that feeling of why should I bother with something if that's how the person feels about my feelings. That they're only worth glossing over, when I make sure I read and respond appropriately to things... It hurt a lot. And it kind of just felt like why are you bothering with ME?

It's like how I got reprimanded for saying I felt like a filler friend. Those are my feelings. I'm allowed to feel them. Being yelled at or being told i shouldn't feel that way when history of numerous friendships proves it to be a valid feeling is...what??

I...mm. It made me feel like a fucking freak or something honestly. Like I'm a weirdo for responding to people's messages thoroughly? And it's not the first time, and maybe previous times are why I have such aversion to talking at length about myself and my feelings now.

I've just sort of put everything at a distance since. A few friends have texted me, and I've been working on fixing some friendships via opportunities that have arisen. But that shit cut me deep, and made me feel weird about friendships in general again. Like maybe I'm not supposed to be anyone's friend because apparently I can't do it right. I...try to be there when people need me, and reapond when spoken to, I make time to see people when they want to and even ask people when I feel safe enough to or am not exhausted from work...even when I'm exhausted I do...I buy lunch or dinner every time people come over because I feel if you come here, I owe you that much... Or Becca or I cook dinner... I....??

I like to think I'm a good and valuable friend, otherwise I guess people wouldn't be upset with me...but also like...I deserve respect that I'm not who I use to be, probably never will be again, and I'm constantly pushing myself more than I should because I love the people in my life, or I wouldn't make the space and time for them that I try to... I have faults, I'm not perfect, but I try to be as kind and courteous and considerate as I can be... I'm genuinely interested in things and engage when I can... Idfk. It's not.enouvh. But I'm never going to BE enough for people.

I shouldn't have to report to people when I'm not feeling well. I will make a post to social media because I catch myself, and it's easier to make a vague post about myself or a generalized comment so if someone is inclined to talk to me further, they can on their own engagement terms because I've also had friends who get mad I vent too much!!

It's like no matter what I do, I understand people are all different, but I've had such negative reactions from basic shit that I don't know how to be a person at times. Trauma shapes us, and I hate the mangled form of an incorrectly thrown vase I've become, but I'm trying to fix it and it's DIFFICULT.

But yaknow, I'm sure I'm just being dramatic or something. Or I'm the asshole. I don't think I've actually ever had someone hurt me and apologize after I've told them it hurt me. At least not sincerely. It's always met with defensive energy, like I'm a jerk for it?? Tone is a weird thing...

Which is EXACTLY why I don't tell people when they hurt me, because it blows up.in my face as I'm in the wrong, and my anxiety and energy peak and I just feel remorse for TRYING. So I'm not expecting anything to ever change in my life, and especially with my avoidance of Discord and Twitter right now.im super not expecting shit. It might be months before I check my messenger or.notes there becauee that's how my anxiety triggers with this shit. Friendship issues and potential abandonment and shit just make me give up on existing in shared spaces. That's avoidance ans I'm sure there's a million things to be said about it about me, but it just sucks. The way my anxiety makes me feel.in regards to these topics where I'm expected to trust people, but if I speak up.i feel immediately on edge because the reaction is that I'm bad and wrong...man. No, that feels bad. I hate it. And maybe that's why I'm so unfeeling anymore. Detached, as jt were...

Life's a fucking mess, and I need to take care of myself because my mental.heslth has been in scary places lately. And I don't try and burden people with it at all, because those are my demons. But also, like, I fake a lot of happiness and save face online, and like...that takes a lot out of me.

But... I'm tired.of not.letting myself be upset when someone severely hurts me on a fundamental level.for myself. I'm allowed to be hurt this.time. It sucked. Ans I don't know what to do anymore, because I'm tired of the energy suck of being told I'm basically in the wrong.

I feel resigned to just not have friends honestly. Like I'm too fucked in the head to have them, I guess?? That's what it feels like. I don't know what to do, I just... Don't want to exist honestly. Everything is already too much every day.

I gotta get ready to sleep because good ol work tomorrow and another day of autopilot. I've done nothing but come home, sleep, and wake up at 8pm and space out for three or four hours and go back to bed all week.

I'm burnt out on existing ans that thought brings me actual terror some days.

#kat life #ignore me #probabaly delete tomorrow #tumblr.has always been nice tk yell at the void ans clesr my ahit brain #theres jusy a legit mental breakdown over the horizon and im just trying tk keep.it together fkr a few.more weeks...

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February 15, 2021: Call Me by Your Name (2017) (Part 1)

I guess it’s about time I got to Timothée Chalamet, huh?

I’ve seen young mister Chalamet only once before, in Interstellar, and I literally JUST found this out. Tonight’s film is arguably his biggest at this point in his career, and kickstarted his fame as a promising young actor. This is also because he was nominated for Best Actor, making him the youngest person to be nominated for that award at the Oscars.

And also...well...he’s kind of a “type,” right? I mean, nothing wrong with that AT ALL, but, y’know? Thin, tall, reedy, lanky, long hair, kinda got that e-boy look goin’ on...he’s a type. I mean...even I can see that. Also, I saw that Super Bowl commercial where he played Edward Scissorhands’ son, and...yeah, no, that was fuckin’ great.

OK, with all of that out there, what about this movie? Well, I’m definitely interested, but unlike Brokeback Mountain, I have NO IDEA what to expect. So, shall we jump in? SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

1983, during the summer somewhere in northern Italy! A man named Oliver (Armie Hammer) is visiting the family of Professor Samuel Perlman (Michael Stuhlbarg), which includes his wife Annella (Amira Casar) and their son, Elio Perlman (Timothée Chalamet).

Oliver is staying there for a period of time, and is staying in Elio’s room, while he stays in an adjoining guest room. They share a bathroom, and Elio must pass through the bathroom and Oliver’s current room to leave. Oliver retires for the night, exhausted from his trip.

The next day, Oliver wakes up with the intent to get a bank account in time for the duration of his stay. Elio shows Oliver around the small Italian town, and they share their backgrounds: both are Jewish, with Elio spending time in the USA, Italy, and France, while Oliver is from a small New England town. The two part ways in the town right after this.

Oliver’s an archaeologist, and the Professor is in the same field, specializing in etymology amongst other things. I love me a good old etymology discussion, and Oliver and the Professor have a discussion abut the origins of the word apricot, and HOOOOOOO BABY I LOVE IT!

Ahem...sorry, etymology’s a secret passion of mine. Anyway, Oliver gets to know the locals and the neighborhood, while Elio spends time with friends Marzia (Esther Garrel) and Chiara (Victoire Du Bois), one of whom might be a love interest? I only say this because Elio was hanging out shirtless with one of them in his room earlier, so I’m not sure.

However, Elio isn’t a big fan of Oliver, it turns out. He finds him a bit arrogant, and possibly a bit too familiar. Seems like a friendly guy, but maybe too friendly for Elio’s tastes. And Elio doesn’t seem in a great mood. But, still, he spends his time writing and playing piano music.

One morning, Elio’s undergoing about to do some...morning routing, if you know what I mean, when he’s interrupted by the overly familiar Oliver, who coerces him (that’s a word) to got swimming with him. He doesn’t really want to, but he eventually agrees. Oliver tries to get him to open up, but it doesn’t work.

Later, Elio’s playing guitar, and Oliver comments, and asks him to keep playing. And he doesn’t really like that, and goes inside to play on the piano. And Oliver follows him, and tries to get him to play a specific piece...and...

...Look, Oliver’s actually making me uncomfortable. I dunno, Elio’s 17, and Armi’s clearly post-college, and...it just feels very groomy to me, y’know? It’s got flavors of negging, alongside other stuff, and I do not like it. I’m waiting for the movie to turn me around on Oliver and this potential relationship, but I dunno. At the moment, it’s weirding me out.

But, despite how I feel about it, this would appear to be part of the process of the two getting to know each other. Which is interesting as, one night, at a party, Oliver appears to pursue Elio’s friend Chiara at a dance party. Elio stares on, and it looks like he might be jealous...but of whom?

Later that night, Marzia and Elio almost do the deed, so to speak, but Elio never really fully opens the door to the possibility. He shares this with his father and Oliver the next morning, as they’re headed out on a job. Chiara comes by, and Elio speaks with her about her dance with Oliver, of which he appears to be jealous. Which isn’t exactly made better by them him kissing her on the cheek the next day.

Oliver accompanies the two on their visit to an archeological site on the coast, where remains of an old sunken ship has been recovered. This includes a handsome copper statue, which we previously saw in the opening credits. That night, as they arrive home, Elio heads to meet Marzia at a spot they had agreed to the previous night, but she isn’t there.

The next morning, Elio’s seemingly recovering from the failed rendevouz. He finds Oliver’s shorts in his room, and...yeah...yeah, he sniffs ‘em. Also, maybe has light air sex? Yeah, obviously, some feelings have arisen over the course of Oliver’s stay. Interesting.

Elio laments over the fact that he apparently blew it with Marzia, and also opens up to Oliver a bit in the process. The two head into town together on bikes once again, as Oliver runs some errands in town.

While they’re in town, though, Elio confesses to Oliver that he might actually have feelings for him, which Oliver doesn’t react super well to. Oliver says to forget that Elio ever said anything, as they “can’t talk about those kinds of things.” Which, yeah, 1980s, I could see it being a problem. And so, the two shove it aside...for now...

They continue their ride through the countryside, when they (and the music) abruptly stop. Elio leads Oliver to a pond, a secret spot of Elio’s, where he comes to read and relax. And in the pool, Oliver admits some potential affection towards Elio as well. The two then finally appear to put their respective guards down, revealing that Oliver doesn’t have the same braggadocio that he was putting off earlier. And that leads to...

...a good place for Part 1 of this recap to end! See you in Part 2!

#call me by your name #luca guadagnino #armie hammer #Timothée Chalamet #michael stuhlbarg #amira casar #elio perlman #romance february #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year

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Blue Moon

a gift for @ashrel

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The castle was abuzz with whispers and hushed voices, all giving their two rupees on the most recent... guests. Many of them shared the same opinions; “disapproval” probably wasn’t a strong enough word, to say the least. It took more than a petty grievance against someone to earn them sharp glares from an entire palace. “Hatred” might have been too extreme, but it was certainly closer.

The primary target of these harsh expressions was, as it happened, one of those least affected by it. As the last leader of the recently dissolved Yiga Clan, Ash was widely seen as the source of the castle’s “problems” that had arisen suddenly, with the newly coronated queen electing to pardon their chaotic clan with almost no approval from her council. Apparently, the support of five Hyrulean champions and one reincarnated goddess was not enough to convince many to trust the yiga. Not that Ash was fazed by it — the distrust was for a decent reason — but they didn’t appreciate all of the nobles terrorizing their former clan mates who were suddenly thrust into a completely new world.

Luckily for the sanity of any council who cared to listen, Ash decided to hold off on stating their discomfort with their treatment until after some of the excitement had burned down; they certainly didn’t want to overwork the queen, considering she was the only one on their side. Unfortunately for Ash themselves, that left them with a whole day of nothing planned ahead aside from potentially eavesdropping on disgruntled guards and salty sheikah. It was better than nothing, sure, but they imagined it would get boring soon enough.

For now, they decided to start by locating their room the queen had supposedly given them for their stay during negotiations. Well, they didn’t doubt that they had a room; locating it was slightly more problematic. Thankfully, they were able to find one of the few non-hostile sheikah, who gladly directed them to their room.

Once the sheikah was gone, Ash pushed open the double doors with a flourish, the light from the guest room’s windows momentarily blinding them. Slightly startled, they took a step back to try and get their bearings. They weren’t expecting the sun, of all things, to wish for their demise as well.

“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever find your way here,” a smooth voice called from inside the room. Immediately, Ash pulled a sharpened sickle off of their belt and held it in front of them, jumping to the worst conclusion that a sheikah assassin had been waiting for them. However, as they blinked the glaring sunlight from their eyes, they realized the voice was very, very familiar.

Slowly easing into a less defensive position, Ash peeked into their room, trying to find a certain someone who may or may not have been waiting for them. It was a fairly large room, with a bed big enough for two, ornate chairs, rugs that looked like they had never encountered dirt in their existence, and a vanity off to the side. The most eye-catching detail, though, was the gerudo tempest leaning on the wall next to the door, smiling down at the notably shorter sheikah.

Trying to hide their smile with a scoff, Ash slipped their weapon back to where it had been on their belt. “How long have you been waiting for me?” They asked, casually flipping their white hair back over a shoulder.

“Oh, I haven’t,” Urbosa replied with a grin, lifting herself off the wall with ease. “I was actually considering taking this room for myself.”

“Were you now,” Ash said as they walked further into the room. Pretending to be more interested in the castle than their guest, they picked a candlestick up off of the room’s small table and examined the metalwork. This could fetch a fair price with some buyers she knew.

Seeing where their thoughts were headed, Urbosa delicately took the candlestick away from the ex-yiga and set it back on the table where it belonged. “How did overseeing negotiations go?” She asked as opposed to addressing the attempted theft, deftly maneuvering herself to stand between the golden goods and Ash’s greedy fingers.

Ash sighed and crossed their arms, their mood souring at the new shift in discussion. “As well as one could hope, with a council like that,” they muttered, leaning back on the table. “I will say, there were no attempted murders today — so that’s progress.”

Urbosa nodded. “Yes, I suppose that’s something.”

“It’s still unfair, though,” Ash continued, “considering everyone the council listens to is a literal child, and thus the council has every excuse to take their words for granted. The sheikah ambassador? She could easily be my own child. I doubt the zora in charge of our affairs is far beyond a century, and the rito and hylian champions — Din, the queen herself is seventeen! Seventeen!”

Urbosa’s expression turned more solemn. “Her Majesty already had far too much pressure placed on her shoulders before this incident, and now...” She but her lip, leaning slightly on the table as well. “By the will of the Sand Goddess, Hyrule might know peace once in a blue moon, or at the very least its fate will be placed in the hands of someone more prepared. It’s not the queen’s fault, by any means; she certainly didn’t choose this. But... I suppose there’s nothing we can do about it, loathe as I am to say it, besides assist the negotiations at every opportunity.”

Silence passed between the two as they both considered the situation, the only sounds coming from the shuffling of servants’ and guards’ feet as they scurried throughout the halls. After letting the words spoken die in the far corners of the room, Ash slowly pushed themselves off the table and walked over to the doors, which they carefully shut with a click. Urbosa raised a curious eyebrow.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, her face betraying only the slightest signs of concern. She was skilled in hiding her emotions behind a stone mask. Unfortunately for her, Ash was better at reading them than she was at concealing them.

Ash hovered awkwardly by the doors, one hand still resting on the knob. “Nothing more than usual,” they conceded, their hand falling limply back to their side. “... Although...”

Urbosa tilted her head. “Yes?”

“It’s nothing,” Ash said quickly, folding their arms together. “Only- that expression you used. ‘Once in a blue moon,’ I believe it was.”

Slightly less concerned, Urbosa asked, “What about it?”

“It just sounds odd to me, I guess,” they admitted. “You know, in the clan, we always say- er, we always said, ‘once in a blood moon.’ Kind of interesting how that works, huh?”

Urbosa laughed, a bold, harmonious sound that always managed to make Ash feel warm, even on the coldest desert nights. “Ideally, we won’t have any more of those any time soon,” she pointed out, her smile lighting up the room once again.

“Hmm.” Thinking, Ash tapped their foot. “What’s so special about a blue moon, anyways? Does Hylia’s power flow throughout Hyrule or something?”

Pondering the question, Urbosa shrugged. “I may not be familiar with hylian folk tales, but that does not appear to be the case. Why does it have to be special?”

“Well, why would there be an expression on it if it were mundane?”

“We’re allowed to enjoy mundane things, too.”

“I guess.” Ash shrugged as well, more to themselves than to their company. “It just seems odd to focus on something so small.”

Suddenly, Ash could feel someone standing right behind them, even though they hadn’t seen Urbosa move an inch. The stifled the impulse to pull out a weapon and instead stood frozen, wondering what the gerudo was doing. “Maybe if you got your head out of the clouds, you’d remember the world is such a small place,” she said, he breath tickling the top of Ash’s head. As they listened, they could feel her wrap her arms around their shoulders. “If a moon means nothing to you without divine power, I’d hate to hear your opinion on mere people.”

“That- that’s not what I meant.”

“Hmm.” Urbosa leaned closer, resting her chin on Ash’s head.

The former yiga tried to ignore the blush creeping up their neck as they straightened. “You know, there’s already rumors about us,” they mumbled, hoping there was no one on the other side of the doors, listening.

They could feel Urbosa’s smile without even looking at her. “There’s worse crimes to be accused of,” she said with a mischievous edge.

Ash managed to choke out a laugh. “Most of which I have, in fact, been accused of,” they pointed out, still not turning their head.

“Well then, this isn’t much of a crime at all, is it?”

Ash couldn’t hide the grin creeping across their face. “No, I guess it isn’t.”

#server ship week #urbosash #urbosa #ash #mini fic

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atamascolily · 4 years

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Extremely subjective opinions about Star Wars planets

Inspired by @carmarthenfan. I did my top ten faves, and then gave up trying to put these in order, so they're literally in the order they occurred to me.

(This is not conclusive; I left a bunch out. There are a lot of Star Wars planets, y’all.)

1. Tatooine.

Iconic. Terrible place to live. Great place for making your characters suffer. Who cares that the ecology makes no sense when you have wide open spaces, exposed rock layers and salt flats, and a rockin' aesthetic? Not to mention wretched hives of scum and villainy and also, like, ACTUAL DRAGONS.

(Thesis: literally half of what makes ANH so compelling is that it's set on Tatooine.)

2. Yavin IV (Legends)

AKA Jedi Jungle Friendship Camp or Space Guatemala. If I was going to live anywhere in the GFFA, it'd be here. Temple ruins (even if they are infested with Sith ghosts), hot springs, rainforests, biodiversity, awesome eclipses and a giant blood-red gas giant constantly overhead, not much in the way of development... what's not to like? (Okay, the Sith ghosts are a problem, but they got rid of those eventually.)

3. "Forest moon" of Endor, ROTJ

Redwood forests are awesome. I'd totally live in an Ewok treehouse. They're the only place in the galaxy with handrails!!

4. Coruscant

I'd probably hate to live there, but it's a great setting for fic. A surprisingly large amount of wildlife and plant life, despite the rampant development. Epic architecture, lots of culture, Luke has a cool retreat in the Manarai Mountains and Han and Kyp go skiing at the poles. Home of "the room where it happens".

(most of my fics to date are set on Tatooine, Yavin or Coruscant, lol)

5. Alderaan

Too bad the Empire blew it up. :( IDK about the whole Killik business, but Space Switzerland seems great, and I'd live there in a heartbeat. An actual multi-biome world, wow! I should write more fics about this place.

6. Myrkr (Legends)

Jungle planet with metallic trees and furry, Force-repelling lizards. Also giant vornskrs that use the Force to hunt. Don't forget Talon Karrde's awesome tree base!

7. Dagobah

I love this place, even if living there would be a challenge. Actually kinda has a functioning ecology in canon. Love the sheer abundance of snakes, plus dragonsnakes and the mangrove-like gnarltrees, which are the adult form of giant white spiders (I love plant-animal weirdness like this).

8. Mulako Comet (Legends)

Not technically a planet, but how can you not love a resort carved out of a giant frozen comet HOW. 10/10, we stan. The perfect place for a romantic getaway, especially if you are a water nerd like Luke.

9. Vjun (Legends)

The Gothiest goth place ever to Goth. Has names like "River Weeping" and carnivorous moss that nibbles on Obi-wan. <3. Vader's Goth castle was originally here before the writers moved it to Mustafar.

10. Honoghr (Legends)

Another terrible place to live, thanks to the Empire's sabotage, but I love there's actually an attempt at an ecological plot line here (Timothy Zahn is surprisingly good at those). A single biome world, but for a legit (and sad) reason. I should write some fics about this place.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Corellia (Legends) - It's okay, I guess? I'm not sure how I feel about the Corellian trilogy in general, but there are some things with the Selonians and the Drall that could be interesting for fic? Also, Treasure Ship Row is cool.

Kessel (Legends) - Hell-realm. Not sure if Kevin J. Anderson's "glitterstim" is the same as "spice," but Han and Kyp have to fight off giant spiders in the dark underground mine, which is certainly dramatic. Had a moon until a prototype Death Star blew it up.

Ithor (Legends) - JUNGLE PLANET POPULATED BY BOTANY NERDS, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. But they won't let you actually explore the surface, because it's sacrilege. :(

Belsavis (Legends) - Hoth on the surface, Yavin in the rift valleys (but with, like, plantations), plus underground tunnels full of monsters and Jedi artifacts. Home of a secret Jedi botany master and his plant friends, so I'm in favor.

Chad (Legends) - Mostly ocean planet--I guess Space Earthsea, but with more geological activity? Callista makes it sound dreamy and idyllic in her flashbacks, but all the native Chadra-Fan are trying to GTFO, so I dunno.

Nam Chorios (Legends) -Like Tatooine, I would probably hate living there, but it's a great setting for a fic. The perpetual twilight would get old fast, but I love the terraformed ecology, the sentient rocks and the Force storms. Drochs are super creepy, though.

Hijarna (Legends) - There are ruins and sweeping vistas. What can I say, Karrde knows how to pick a secret base. :)

Dathomir (Legends) - Rancors have to be native to somewhere, so why not Dathomir? Courtship of Princess Leia is hokey and weird as all get-out, but it did give us Teneniel Djo, and I love her.

Hapes (Legends) -100% better at you than everything, and they know it. Leave them to it.

Yavin 8 (Legends) - Giant snakes and giant eagles... who literally eat children. Kinda weird being in a place where humanoids are on the bottom of the food chain. Love the Melodies' amphibious lifestyle, though.

Wayland (Legends) - Endor with the serial numbers filed off. Still love it, though. And Palpatine built a lair in a giant mountain! Props to him.

Ryloth (Legends) - sounds like an actual hell realm, but a desert planet? One half in perpetual sun, one half in perpetual darkness, and only a very narrow habitable zone? I’m game.

Msst (Legends) - Terrible, if accurate, name. All we ever see is the eponymous mist, plus giant pink creatures that numb you with poison and devour you alive. Brakiss's home planet. No wonder he hates everything. On the plus side, his mom got to see Luke Skywalker naked, so good for her.

Kashyyyk - TREE WORLD, WE GO HARD (part II). Except I don't think the Wookiees have handrails, do they?

Hoth - Ice, ice, baby. Ecology makes no sense; it's a fucking glacier. I would hate living there, but I've read so many fluff fics about snowfall fights and sex in X-wings and supply closets that I feel a kind of fondness for it.

Byss (Legends) - Dark. Hidden. Secret. Goth as fuck. I like it. Exegol, but with more class.

Ahch-To - Skellig Michael is great, but too recognizable as itself to really be a good stand-in for somewhere else. Puffins are better than porgs. Great place to hide, but I stand by my claims that the Jedi order could not have arisen there. Love the aesthetic. The Caretakers deserved way better!

Naboo - Space Italy. Would definitely live there. Closest thing we see to Dinotopia in the GFFA. (Tell me Theed isn't Waterfall City!)

Kef Bir - why not just let the original forest moon have multiple biomes? It's okay to have multiple-biome worlds, I promise, we wont get confused. Epic sweeping grasslands, steep cliffs, massive waves. I love what little we see of it.

Crait - you're going to film a Star War on the Bolivian salt flats and NOT make an epic dream sequence with the night sky reflected on the salt?? What. Hoth with red dust. Crystal foxes look like Vulpix from Pokemon, and I like them.

Ilum - cool ice planet gets turned into planet-destroying superweapon and blown up. Not a fan.

Bespin - I don't know about the ecology, but 10/10 for aesthetics.

Nal Hutta / Nar Shaddaa - Ecological disaster. Gross and full of Hutts.

Niraun (Legends) - I don't like caves and that's pretty much all we see. Especially if those caves are filled with carnivorous hordes of Space Army Ants.

Gamorr (Legends) - "Procedures programs for visiting Gamorr consist of a single line: DO NOT VISIT GAMORR. Really!” Especially do not visit in the season known as "slushtime".

Af'El (Legends) - I know very little about it, but it seems cool? "The Dark World". Home planet of the "wraiths" (Defel) and the homunculus wasps.

Kijimi - "Disneyworld with space facism". Swirling snow and stone looks cool at night. Too bad that fight scene was such a mess.

Takodana - it's the English Lake District, I'm never going to be able to suspend my disbelief to believe it's anything else.

D'Qar / Ajan Kloss - Yavin IV knockoffs. If you want me to care, you're gonna have to give me something better.

Exegol - this “planet” is just a CGI soundstage with a floating pyramid/arena whatever, and lightning. Weather instantly improved when Palpatine died, which strongly suggested he liked it that way. Knockoff Byss.

Mustafar - Literal hell-realm. Lava does not work like that. And apparently, ROTS insists it also has snow and trees, which seems like a little too late.

Canto Bight - you'd think people with that much money would have a better-looking planet. ughhhh.

#star wars #ecology #fictional natural history #fic ideas

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I don’t know if this is actually a trope, but I’m always a sucker for “you said you’d give them back.” “You didn’t specify you wanted them alive.” Like Big Bad has a hand around whumptee’s throat, threatening the team to give up the Maguffin. But the second they have it they just casually snap whumpee’s neck.

I was debating on filling this one or not, because I usually don’t write character death but I do love villains Taking Things Literally. But I was looking for something to fill the gap between the current Wergild arc and the next one, and this fit! (With a little bit of squeezing.)

So, not exactly what you were asking for, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Takes place immediately after The Cost arc.

Masterlist. Wergild. (Tagging @whumps-the-word, @swordkallya, @whumpy-daydreams.)

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She stared at the nearing figure, early morning light barely filtering through the trees. The guards had warned of the stranger’s approach and Clarissa had ventured out to confront whatever problem this was, whatever issue had arisen so soon after their peace.

There was a bundle in the stranger’s arms. They were wearing nothing to cover their face and Clarissa stilled as she recognized the short, light hair and sly grin. Years-older than when she saw him last, but she never forgot that Jayden had been the one to expose her and Jace’s childhood meetings and then vanish to leave Jace alone to face his father’s wrath.

“Jayden,” Clarissa said, and he stopped, the bundle in his arms swaying – no, those were legs. Arms. Red. Blood.

“What brings you to elementalist land?”

“Returning what’s yours,” Jayden smiled and threw the bundle – the person – at her. The body rolled across the ground, limp. “Safely escorted her back, just like you wanted.”

No. No. No.

Tangled black hair and a rainbow spiral and healing burns and, oh spirits, there was so much blood, so much blood –

Clarissa scrambled forward – if she got there fast enough, if she still had time, if there was still a chance –

Cold. The skin was cold. Clarissa pressed a hand to the inside of the wrist, to the – oh spirits no – ruin of a neck, to just left of center and – nothing.

Nothing, no beat, no movement, cold and hollow and –

No, no, this couldn’t be happening –

It was a dream, it was just another dream, like the bluebell nectar, it wasn’t real –

Nerali’s sightless eyes stared up. Her neck was a mess of red, cut clean to the bone. The blood was still tacky.

No. No. No. No. This wasn’t real. It wasn’t. It couldn’t. Please, spirits, please –

The burns and cuts on Nerali’s arms had faded. Nearly healed.

“I wanted her back alive,” said a hoarse, cracking voice and Clarissa took a long moment to realize it was hers.

Jayden laughed. Laughed, like what she said was funny.

“You should’ve specified, then,” he chuckled.

The earth was rumbling. She could feel it, underneath her, feel it all the way down to the cracks that were beginning to form.

“Specified that I wanted my sister alive?” Clarissa asked. She didn’t recognize the words. She didn’t recognize the tone.

“You threatened my clan,” Jayden said, his voice dropping, “What did you think I’d do?”

The wind was howling. It raced past her, trees groaning, branches creaking. It didn’t ruffle a single hair on Nerali’s head.

“It wasn’t a threat,” Clarissa said, looking up at him. He had advanced, sword out, but it didn’t even take a thought to let earth twist around his ankles and pry the sword from his arms. “That was a warning.”

“And this is yours,” he snarled, straining against the bonds.

The skies were growing darker. Sharp static filled the air as the winds shifted, raindrops beginning to splatter against the ground.

“You murdered my sister,” Clarissa said hollowly, “You broke the treaty. You destroyed the peace. Just to send a message?”

“Yes,” Jayden smiled, “Your precious peace will never be enough to protect your family.”

Clarissa breathed in – sharp wind and cool dirt and the smell of rain and the stench of smoke. And then she breathed out.

“Message received.”

Her rage exploded.

~#~

Clarissa came back to herself in the midst of ash and mud and steam.

She struggled upright, her steps squelching in the black mud, coughing as the pouring rain cut through the smoky haze. The skies were as dark as night – lightning cracked across the sky and illuminated her surroundings in a brief, stark flash of blue-white.

It was empty. She stood in a field of ash that stretched as far as she could see, clouded by mist and smoke. The trees were gone. Leaves. Flowers.

She stepped on something that crunched and darted a quick glance before she had to look away. People.

She stumbled through the haze, searching for – for what? What was there left to look for? What was there left to live for?

She had done this. She had destroyed everything in her path.

She limped in the direction of her compound, pausing at the sight of a hastily constructed ice wall that was melting quickly. Frances and Robin were…were limp, eyes closed. She couldn’t tell if they were breathing or not. Davina was in front of them, hands trembling, her eyes focused somewhere in the distance. She didn’t acknowledge Clarissa. She didn’t move, even as portions of her ice wall sloughed off to form a growing puddle.

Clarissa turned around and stumbled away.

The rain continued, cold and unrelenting, and the heat haze dissipated slowly. Everything smelled like smoke and ash and Clarissa was liberally splattered and streaked with black.

(She ignored the way her footsteps crunched. She ignored the black washing off to reveal dark red and cracked white. She ignored the lumps amidst the ash.)

It felt like an eternity before she found someone else. Aidan flinched as he caught sight of her – eyes widening, a full-body recoil that jarred his twisted leg and a soft gasp as the movement jostled probably-broken ribs. His hands were outstretched to either side, the fingers on one broken.

His hair was singed and burns covered his entire left side. Behind him, Jace was curled in front of Mirai, trying to cover as much of her as he could. Mirai’s eyes peered out – wide-eyed, tears carving through the smoke smudges on her faces.

She looked at Clarissa like she was a monster.

Clarissa stumbled back a step. And another. And another, until she didn’t have to hear Jace’s hitched breaths or see Mirai’s horror or watch her own brother look at her in fear for his life.

She backed away, away and away until she reached the center. Where it had started.

She stepped, uncaring, through the mess of ash and cracked bones that had – that had dared – she stepped past it and fell roughly to her knees.

The blood had dried. Not a lick of flame had touched her and her body was still cold. Clarissa reached out – her fingers were trembling, the tips singed, spidery red lines running up her arms – and gently closed the eyes staring at the sky.

Nerali didn’t need to see this. She didn’t need to look at the destruction that Clarissa had wrought. She didn’t need to see the skies, forever gray to match the howling grief in Clarissa’s heart.

She didn’t deserve this.

“I’m sorry,” Clarissa whispered to her sister.

If Jayden hadn’t – if Nerali hadn’t been there – if she hadn’t broken that thrice-damned curse – if she hadn’t attacked Mirai –

If Clarissa hadn’t –

If Clarissa had never brought Nerali here.

If Clarissa had only told her.

If Clarissa had –

Too little. Too late.

Clarissa lowered her head and finally let the tears slip free.

#whumpfic #wergild #taking things literally #character death #emotional whump #death #destruction #losing control #burns #request fill

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Caught in his web, Chapter 6

Chloe barely slept that night, she was sore and scared. She’d spent part of it in the shower again, crying.

She was also sure she went a bit delusional, as in the middle of the night she could’ve sworn that Loki entered her room and sat on her bedside, speaking softly to her while stroking her hair in a soothing manner.

‘No need to be scared, pet. I will take care of you.’ Were words that kept ringing her mind, in his voice. But she had been so tired, she couldn’t be sure if that had actually happened or not. And where did he come from? As she was almost certain it hadn’t been from the door, she’d been facing it while she lay in bed but never saw it opening when he suddenly appeared next to her.

In the morning, she was still in bed trying to get some sort of sleep when there was a knock and then the door swung open. To her horror, it was Ethan. She instantly scrambled back on the bed, dragging the blanket up with her.

Ethan smiled at her and closed the door with his foot, because he was carrying a tray.

‘Loki had the maid cook this for you for breakfast. And he wants you to take this, too.’ Ethan said, motioning to a pill that was in a small shots cup next to the plate of food.

‘What is it?’ She asked, her voice sounded small and more vulnerable than yesterday, Ethan noticed.

‘It’s the morning after pill. Loki said you must take it, one way or another. So I suggest you take it yourself, or I will have to force it down you like a dog.’ He said in warning.

Chloe didn’t feel like she had the energy to fight. And she certainly didn’t want that big brute forcing a pill down her throat.

She didn’t look at Ethan as she grabbed the pill and swallowed it quickly. It wasn’t like she wanted to get pregnant anyway. But she certainly hoped that Loki wasn’t going to take her without protection regularly, surely taking the morning after pill often wasn’t a good thing? Hell, she didn’t even want him to take her with protection.

‘Eat up.’ Ethan said and left her to it, with the tray on the bed beside her.

Chloe looked at the tray and part of her wanted to throw it at Ethan. But then, it was more Loki she was angry with. And the food did look delicious. Various fruits with a few different flavours of yogurt and fresh apple juice.

So she decided to tuck in instead of wasting it.

‘Did she take it?’ Loki asked Ethan when he entered his room. Loki was just putting on his suit jacket and sorting his tie, the same one he had used to restrain her wrists last night.

‘She did, without any arguments.’ Ethan nodded, waiting by the door.

‘Good. Maybe she will start to see sense today.’ Loki grinned, looking at himself in the mirror.

‘Do you want me to stay here by her door and make sure she doesn’t leave?’ Ethan offered.

‘No need. She’s not a prisoner, she can leave her room and go wherever she wants in the house. Once she has earned my trust, she will be allowed to come and go as she pleases with an escort.

Hopefully by the time her College starts in a few months she will be at that stage.’ Loki put on his leather gloves then followed Ethan out.

Nelson was waiting outside for them, he opened the car door for Loki and Ethan to pile into. Samuel was already in the car, waiting for them.

‘Is he there?’ Loki asked.

‘Yep. He has no clue why you’ve called him in for a chat.’ Samuel confirmed.

‘Excellent. The element of surprise is always the best.’ Loki grinned wickedly.

When they pulled up outside Loki’s building, he felt the usual surge of pride shoot through him. This was all his, as was a lot of the big company buildings in London. But this one, was all his and everyone knew it.

They walked in and it was bustling with energy as always. Workers going about, getting ready to start work for the day. The receptionist greeted him with the usual smile and good morning, Sir and he reciprocated with a wink, making her blush.

He continued on with Ethan and Samuel into the lift, then waited patiently while they headed up to the top floor where his office was. Of course, all the lower floors were a façade for the building. A company that dealt in selling and renting houses and other buildings. Loki quite literally owned a very high percentage of the property market in the city.

When they got into Loki’s office, there was a man waiting there for him.

‘Mr Laufeyson.’ He said nervously, putting his hand out.

‘Good to see you, Mike.’ Loki smiled, shaking his hand firmly after taking off his gloves.

Mike was shaking and Loki could feel that in his hand shake. It happened quite regularly that Loki dealt with people who were scared of him. It always gave him a bit of a rush, actually.

‘You… wanted to see me, Sir?’ Mike said as Loki went around to his side of the desk and took off his jacket, draping it over the back of his chair.

‘I did indeed. I wanted to ask why your company is behind on paying its bills?’ Loki asked firmly, sitting down on his leather chair.

Mike looked slightly shocked. ‘I… well, we haven’t been doing as well this year. Money has been a bit tight.’

‘And that is your problem. You are due money for rent, you’re in a contract that stipulates you pay monthly.’

‘I… I thought it was Mr Walsh’s company that rented out the company to me.’ Mike said, he looked over his shoulder and swallowed hard when he noticed that Ethan and Samuel were standing by the door, guarding it.

‘It is. But do you know who has recently bought his company and is now chasing up late payments?’ Loki raised an eyebrow at Mike. Whose face had dropped completely.

‘Yo… Yo… You?’

‘Correct. Now, are you able to pay me my fifteen grand by the end of today?’ Loki tapped his fingers on the desk.

‘Fifteen grand? It’s only ten grand I’m due!’ Mike said in a panic.

‘You’ve been overdue for a long time. And it will keep going up until you either pay me, or I lose my patience with you.’ Loki said calmly, staring him down.

‘There’s no way I will be able to pay that much.’

‘Is that so?’ Loki folded his arms over his chest. ‘Well, you either pay me what I am due or I will need to take something else from you.’

‘I don’t have anything else…’

‘Oh you do.’ Loki stood up and walked around his desk towards him. ‘You own Langfield college.’

Mike’s eyes widened in horror. ‘No. It… it isn’t for sale.’ He tried to sound brave, but it wasn’t working.

‘Well, if you don’t give it to me, then I will have no other option but to take it by force. And believe me, I will get what I want.’ He snarled.

Mike had bought Langfield college over ten years ago. But Loki had his eye on it for a while, for… certain reasons… and now the perfect opportunity had arisen to gain said college.

‘But… what would you want with a college? It’s not like you can earn much money from it. It’s just where people go to learn.’ Mike didn’t understand what someone like Loki would want it for.

‘I know what a college is, Mike.’ He hissed. ‘I have my reasons for wanting it. So are you going to give it to me? And all your debt will be wiped away, just like that. And, because I am a reasonable man, you can have free rent with your company for the next ten years. So as you say, you don’t earn much money from the college so why not concentrate on your company instead? I’d say that’s fair, no?’ Loki leaned back on his desk, awaiting his answer.

Mike sighed and looked down, realising he had no other option. ‘Alright. I’ll give you Langfield college. But I beg you, please don’t take away the fundings for the college.’ Mike thought Loki wanted it just to steal from the students and take all their funding.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Oh I won’t. On the contrary, I intend to put more money into the college. The amount you’ve been putting in of late is abysmal.’

‘It’s not easy trying to pay the teachers a good sum, for all the work they do. Then there’s materials and not to mention grounds work and the living accommodations.’ Mike said in defence, but Loki didn’t believe him. He had seen the figures, he knew that Mike or someone else was fiddling with them. He was going to find out who it was, and he would make sure whoever it was, was properly seen to.

It was no secret that the college had been struggling the last few years, meaning that parents and students themselves were having to pay more for their loans. Loan repayments were way higher than they used to be, a way for the college to get more money in. But it was working because it was a really good college.

‘Well, I will soon find out just how difficult it is to own one.’ Loki said smugly, shutting him up. ‘I will have my solicitor draw up a contract, I will be in touch when it’s ready for you to come and sign over.’

Loki put his hand out towards him again and Mike hesitated before shaking hands. Sealing the deal.

Chloe had spent the morning moping around in the bedroom. She didn’t even try the door to see if it was unlocked, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.

She spent some time sitting by the window, looking outside. To her surprise, it didn’t look like she had expected. He lived down a dead-end street that had a mini roundabout, with other fancy but normal houses around. Her window looked out to the house next door, there was a bit of gravel and a garage on the side of Loki’s house, then a huge fence and the next house.

She’d watched two kids playing football in their front garden for a while. Then she saw a girl about her age heading out on her own. It made her wonder if she would ever feel that kind of freedom again or not. Heck, Chloe didn’t even think she would be allowed out of this room alone.

Then her mind wandered to college, that she was supposed to start in just over two months’ time... Langfield college. When she’d went to visit, it was perfect. She had planned to live on site, her parents had been able to pay for most of it then she was going to take out a loan. But now, she had no idea what was going to happen.

She could see part of the road out her window and recognised the fancy ass car coming down the road to the house, she knew that was Loki and his goons returning…

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #fan fiction #au!Loki #caught in his web

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Caught in his web, Chapter 6

TITLE: Caught in his web CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 6 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is a crime lord, a very dangerous man in the city. He is owed money, but the man is unable to pay Loki back, so Loki takes his daughter as payment instead. RATING: M

Chloe barely slept that night, she was sore and scared. She’d spent part of it in the shower again, crying.

Ethan smiled at her and closed the door with his foot, because he was carrying a tray.

‘Loki had the maid cook this for you for breakfast. And he wants you to take this, too.’ Ethan said, motioning to a pill that was in a small shots cup next to the plate of food.

‘What is it?’ She asked, her voice sounded small and more vulnerable than yesterday, Ethan noticed.

‘It’s the morning after pill. Loki said you must take it, one way or another. So I suggest you take it yourself, or I will have to force it down you like a dog.’ He said in warning.

Chloe didn’t feel like she had the energy to fight. And she certainly didn’t want that big brute forcing a pill down her throat.

‘Eat up.’ Ethan said and left her to it, with the tray on the bed beside her.

So she decided to tuck in instead of wasting it.

‘Did she take it?’ Loki asked Ethan when he entered his room. Loki was just putting on his suit jacket and sorting his tie, the same one he had used to restrain her wrists last night.

‘She did, without any arguments.’ Ethan nodded, waiting by the door.

‘Good. Maybe she will start to see sense today.’ Loki grinned, looking at himself in the mirror.

‘Do you want me to stay here by her door and make sure she doesn’t leave?’ Ethan offered.

‘No need. She’s not a prisoner, she can leave her room and go wherever she wants in the house. Once she has earned my trust, she will be allowed to come and go as she pleases with an escort.

Hopefully by the time her College starts in a few months she will be at that stage.’ Loki put on his leather gloves then followed Ethan out.

Nelson was waiting outside for them, he opened the car door for Loki and Ethan to pile into. Samuel was already in the car, waiting for them.

‘Is he there?’ Loki asked.

‘Yep. He has no clue why you’ve called him in for a chat.’ Samuel confirmed.

‘Excellent. The element of surprise is always the best.’ Loki grinned wickedly.

When they got into Loki’s office, there was a man waiting there for him.

‘Mr Laufeyson.’ He said nervously, putting his hand out.

‘Good to see you, Mike.’ Loki smiled, shaking his hand firmly after taking off his gloves.

Mike was shaking and Loki could feel that in his hand shake. It happened quite regularly that Loki dealt with people who were scared of him. It always gave him a bit of a rush, actually.

‘You… wanted to see me, Sir?’ Mike said as Loki went around to his side of the desk and took off his jacket, draping it over the back of his chair.

‘I did indeed. I wanted to ask why your company is behind on paying its bills?’ Loki asked firmly, sitting down on his leather chair.

Mike looked slightly shocked. ‘I… well, we haven’t been doing as well this year. Money has been a bit tight.’

‘And that is your problem. You are due money for rent, you’re in a contract that stipulates you pay monthly.’

‘It is. But do you know who has recently bought his company and is now chasing up late payments?’ Loki raised an eyebrow at Mike. Whose face had dropped completely.

‘Yo… Yo… You?’

‘Correct. Now, are you able to pay me my fifteen grand by the end of today?’ Loki tapped his fingers on the desk.

‘Fifteen grand? It’s only ten grand I’m due!’ Mike said in a panic.

‘You’ve been overdue for a long time. And it will keep going up until you either pay me, or I lose my patience with you.’ Loki said calmly, staring him down.

‘There’s no way I will be able to pay that much.’

‘Is that so?’ Loki folded his arms over his chest. ‘Well, you either pay me what I am due or I will need to take something else from you.’

‘I don’t have anything else…’

‘Oh you do.’ Loki stood up and walked around his desk towards him. ‘You own Langfield college.’

Mike’s eyes widened in horror. ‘No. It… it isn’t for sale.’ He tried to sound brave, but it wasn’t working.

‘Well, if you don’t give it to me, then I will have no other option but to take it by force. And believe me, I will get what I want.’ He snarled.

Mike had bought Langfield college over ten years ago. But Loki had his eye on it for a while, for… certain reasons… and now the perfect opportunity had arisen to gain said college.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Oh I won’t. On the contrary, I intend to put more money into the college. The amount you’ve been putting in of late is abysmal.’

Loki put his hand out towards him again and Mike hesitated before shaking hands. Sealing the deal.

Chloe had spent the morning moping around in the bedroom. She didn’t even try the door to see if it was unlocked, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.

Then her mind wandered to college, that she was supposed to start in just over two months’ time… Langfield college. When she’d went to visit, it was perfect. She had planned to live on site, her parents had been able to pay for most of it then she was going to take out a loan. But now, she had no idea what was going to happen.

She could see part of the road out her window and recognised the fancy ass car coming down the road to the house, she knew that was Loki and his goons returning…

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List of verbs that start with A with verb examples.

Accept: I accept your apology.

Accuse: Tom accused me of lying.

Achieve: She achieved remarkable results

Acknowledge: She acknowledged receiving assistance.

Acquire: Meg acquired many new friends.

Adapt: He adapted himself to his new life.

Add: I added a room to my house.

Adjust: You will soon adjust to living in a dormitory.

Admire: I admire your confidence.

Admit: He was embarrassed to admit making a mistake.

Adopt: I liked your idea and adopted it.

Adore: He adores his grandfather.

Advise: He advised applying at once.

Afford: I can’t afford to spend any more money this week.

Agree: Why did you agree to meet her in the first place?

Aim: We aim to increase the speed of delivery.

Allow: Swimming isn’t allowed here.

Announce: She announced her intention to retire.

Anticipate: I didn’t anticipate having to do the cooking myself!

Apologize: You don’t have to apologize.

Appear: Jack appears to be tired today.

Apply: Tom applied for a leave of absence.

Appreciate: I appreciate having a trouble with his supervisor.

Approach: She approached him with a smile on her face.

Approve: I don’t think Tom would approve.

Argue: I don’t want to argue with you.

Arise: The problem has arisen simply because you didn’t follow my instructions.

Arrange: Have you arranged to meet Mark this weekend?

Arrive: We arrived home late.

Ask: Historians frequently ask to consult the collection.

Assume: I assume Tom didn’t show up.

Assure: I assure you Tom will be perfectly safe.

Astonish: I was astonished by his ignorance.

Attach: You need to attach your photo to the application form.

Attempt: Are you going to attempt to pass the exam?

Attend: She attends school at night.

Attract: Tom certainly attracted a lot of attention.

Avoid: She decided to be a nun in order to avoid meeting him.

Awake: Tom awoke at daybreak.

Verbs List (B)

List of verbs that start with B with verb examples.

Bake: Tom baked some muffins.

Bathe: I bathe every day.

Be: He is immature.

Bear: I wish she wouldn’t eat so fast. I can’t bear watching her.

Beat: You can’t beat me.

Become: John became very sick.

Beg: I beg to differ with you.

Begin: The leaves begin to fall when autumn comes.

Behave: Tom always behaves himself well. However, Mary does not.

Believe: I believe you’re right.

Belong: This bicycle belongs to me.

Bend: Lie flat and let your knees bend.

Bet: I bet you know French.

Bind: Do you bind books?

Bite: I got bitten by mosquitoes.

Blow: Tom blew himself up accidentally.

Boil: Please boil an egg for me.

Borrow: I need to borrow your car.

Bounce: Bounce the ball and try and hit it over the net.

Bow: Every child bowed to the teacher.

Break: We broke up.

Breed: Rabbits breed quickly.

Bring: I brought some dessert.

Broadcast: We broadcast news on the hour.

Build: We need to build a fire.

Burn: The spy burned the papers.

Burst: John burst into the room.

Buy: I’ll buy a lot of candies for you.

Verbs List (C)

List of verbs that start with C with verb examples.

Calculate: A computer can calculate very rapidly.

Can/Could: Can you give me a ring at about 10?

Care: Would you care to join us for dinner?

Carry: I don’t carry cash anymore.

Catch: Let’s catch a bite.

Celebrate: We’re celebrating Tom’s birthday.

Change: I changed my mind.

Choose: Every day is beautiful if you choose to see it.

Chop: Tom chopped down the tree that was in our front yard.

Claim: This diet claims to eliminate toxins from the body.

Climb: Carlos climbed the mountain.

Cling: The mud clung to his shoes.

Come: I’m coming today.

Commit: David didn’t commit those crimes.

Communicate: I can’t communicate with Anna like I used to.

Compare: They compared the new car with the old one.

Compete: I competed with him for the first prize.

Complain: John complained about the weather.

Complete: He completed drawing his pictures.

Concern: I’m concerned for Anna’s safety.

Confirm: The report has yet to be confirmed.

Consent: We hope you will consent to act in his stead.

Consider: Investors should consider putting some money into an annuity.

Consist: A soccer team consists of eleven players.

Consult: You’d better consult your doctor.

Contain: This box contains five apples.

Continue: The finance minister will continue to mastermind Poland’s economic reform.

Convince: I’m not totally convinced of that.

Cook: The pizza will then take about twenty minutes to cook.

Cost: It’ll cost about 10,000 yen.

Count: We’re counting on you.

Crawl: Tom crawled into bed just before midnight.

Create: I have to create a new website.

Creep: We crept toward the enemy.

Criticize: Tom criticized Mary for not doing the job correctly.

Cry: The baby is crying.

Cut: John cut his finger.

Verbs List (D)

List of verbs that start with D with verb examples.

Dance: I want to dance.

Dare: He didn’t dare to speak to her.

Deal: I have to dealt with it.

Decide: He has decided to live in France.

Defer: She deferred writing my thesis.

Delay: Big companies often delay paying their bills.

Deliver: Letters are delivered every day.

Demand: I demand to know what’s going on.

Deny: She denied taking the money.

Depend: I can’t depend on you anymore.

Describe: John can’t describe how painful it was.

Deserve: They didn’t deserve to win.

Desire: We all desire success.

Destroy: John’s house was destroyed by a hurricane.

Determine: I am determined to carry out this plan.

Develop: Swimming develops our muscles.

Differ: My opinion differs from yours.

Disagree: It pains me to disagree with your opinion.

Discover: The miner discovered a valuable pocket of gold.

Discuss: We briefly discussed buying a second car.

Dislike: I dislike being the center of attention.

Distribute: The teacher distributed the leaflets.

Dive: John learned to dive when he was five.

Do: I don’t know.

Doubt: I doubt if it’ll snow.

Drag: I had to drag him out of bed.

Dream: I dreamt about you.

Drill: They intended to drill for oil.

Drink: Can I have something to drink?

Drive: He drives a truck.

Drop: I dropped my sandwich.

Dry: Raisins are dried grapes.

Verbs List (E)

List of verbs that start with E with verb examples.

Earn: He earns three times more than me.

Eat: You can’t eat your cake and have it.

Emphasize: I want to emphasize this point in particular.

Enable: His wealth enables him to do anything.

Encourage: John encouraged Mary to learn how to speak French.

Engage: We used to be engaged.

Enhance: Can we enhance the image?

Enjoy: I really enjoy talking to you.

Ensure: This medicine will ensure you a good night’s sleep.

Entail: This review procedure entails repeating the test.

Enter: He entered the room.

Establish: The school was established in 1650.

Examine: The doctor examined the patients.

Exist: I don’t believe such things to exist.

Expand: The workers are expanding the road.

Expect: What time do you expect to arrive home?

Experiment: They’re experimenting with a new car.

Explain: I can explain everything.

Explore: He explored the Amazon jungle.

Extend: We extended a hearty welcome to them.

Verbs List (F)

List of verbs that start with F with verb examples.

Fail: I fail to comprehend their attitude.

Fall: I fell in the pool.

Feed: We just fed the baby.

Feel: I feel that Mr. Peter is a good teacher.

Fight: Don’t fight with me.

Find: I can find them.

Finish: He finished cleaning the kitchen.

Fit: This coat doesn’t fit me.

Fly: Tom wishes he could fly.

Fold: Tom and Mary folded up the flag.

Follow: We must follow the rules of the game.

Forbid: I forbid you to smoke.

Forget: I’ll never forget visiting them.

Forgive: We have already forgiven you.

Freeze: It’s freezing cold in this country.

Fry: She fried fish in salad oil.

Verbs List (G)

List of verbs that start with G with verb examples.

Generate: This machine generates electricity.

Get: We’ve got to get the economy under control or it will literally eat us up.

Give: The waiter gives me the menu.

Go: Let’s go eat.

Grind: We grind our coffee by hand.

Grow: Apples grow on trees.

Verbs List (H)

List of verbs that start with H with verbs examples.

Hang: Don’t you hang up on me.

Happen: You made it happen.

Hate: I hate getting to the theatre late.

Have: I have a car.

Hear: I will hear me.

Hesitate: I hesitate to spend so much money on clothes.

Hide: I’m hiding from Tim.

Hit: I hit the jackpot.

Hold: Hold the knife at an angle.

Hop: I tried to hop on my good foot while holding onto Jim…

Hope: I hope to see you again soon.

Hug: I really need a hug.

Hurry: It had to hurry to find a home because I was already on to something else.

Hurt: I hurt my elbow.

Verbs List (I-J)

List of verbs that start with I & J with verbs examples.

Identify: She identified him as the murderer.

Ignore: He ignored her advice.

Illustrate: The teacher will illustrate how to do it.

Imagine: I can imagine how you felt.

Imply: Silence implies consent.

Impress: We’re not impressed.

Improve: I need to improve my French.

Include: Tom’s lunch includes a sandwich and an apple.

Incorporate: Her business was incorporated.

Indicate: The arrow indicates the way to go.

Inform: I’ll inform John about our decision.

Insist: She insisted on going there.

Install: The man tried to install his own antenna.

Intend: I heard they intend to marry.

Introduce: I’ll introduce you to Tom.

Invest: He invested his money in stocks.

Investigate: I came here to investigate Tom’s death.

Involve: This procedure involves testing each sample twice.

Iron: I iron my clothes almost every day.

Jog: I make it a rule to jog every morning.

Jump: Can you jump over the river?

Justify: My results justify taking drastic action.

Verbs List (K)

List of verbs that start with K with verbs examples.

Keep: I keep thinking about Joe, all alone in that place.

Kick: The kids love to kick a ball against my wall.

Kiss: Did you kiss anybody?

Kneel: Do not run, stand, kneel or spin in the slide.

Knit: She knit him a sweater for his birthday.

Know: We know him.

Verbs List (L)

List of verbs that start with L with verbs examples.

Lack: Tom seems to lack energy.

Laugh: Tom is laughing.

Lay: He laid on his back.

Lead: Tom leads a quiet life.

Lean: He leaned on his elbows.

Leap: Ken leapt over the wall.

Learn: Children learn to creep ere they can go.

Leave: Leave me alone!

Lend: Tom lent Mary his camera.

Lie (in bed): Lie back down.

Lift: He couldn’t lift the table and no more could I.

Light: Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.

Lie (not to tell the truth): He hated lying.

Like: She likes playing tennis.

Listen: Why won’t you listen?

Look: It looks cold outside.

Lose: She lost a book.

Love: I love going out to restaurants.

Verbs List (M,N)

List of verbs that start with M & N with verbs examples.

Maintain: Tom maintained eye contact with Mary.

Make: I’m making tea.

Manage: Did you manage to catch the post?

Matter: It doesn’t matter, Tom.

May: Each nurse may be responsible for up to twenty patients.

Mean: I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

Measure: The surfboard measures 2 meters by 55 centimeters.

Meet: We’ve never met.

Melt: The snow is melted.

Mention: He mentioned going to that college.

Might: Donna might be able to come tomorrow, but it’s very unlikely.

Mind: Would you mind repeating what you just said?

Miss: He had missed being elected by a single vote.

Mix: If you mix blue and red, you get violet.

Mow: I mowed Tom’s lawn.

Must: I really must get some exercise.

Need: You need to change your eating habits.

Neglect: Don’t neglect to lock the door when you leave.

Negotiate: The two countries negotiated a treaty.

Verbs List (O)

List of verbs that start with O with verbs examples.

Observe: You must observe those rules.

Obtain: I obtained the painting at an auction.

Occur: The accident occurred yesterday morning

Offer: She offered to help me move my things to my new house.

Open: Open the windows.

Operate: I can’t figure out how to operate this machine.

Order: What do you suggest I order?

Organize: They want me to organize the party.

Ought to: You ought to get your watch repaired.

Overcome: We have to overcome many difficulties.

Overtake: Their car overtook ours.

Owe: Tom owes me money.

Own: I own a German car.

Verbs List (P)

List of verbs that start with P with verbs examples.

Paint: She painted the wall pink.

Participate: He participated in the debate.

Pay: Can I pay by installment payment?

Peel: Anna peeled the apple.

Perform: Tom performs in a jazz club three nights a week.

Persuade: I persuaded Tom to help me.

Pinch: He pinched and scraped for many years to save money.

Plan: Next year I plan to travel around the world.

Play: I can play tennis.

Point: Tom pointed to the sky.

Possess: The old man possesses great wealth.

Postpone: He postponed returning to Paris.

Pour: She poured tea for me.

Practice: Today we’re going to practice parking.

Prefer: Chantal prefers travelling by train.

Prepare: The doctor prepared to prescribe a receipt.

Pretend: She was pretending to cry. I knew she was lying.

Prevent: The rain prevented me from coming.

Proceed: They will proceed to build another laboratory building.

Promise: He promised to collect her from the airport.

Propose: We propose to deal with this subject in the following chapter.

Protect: We’re supposed to be protecting John.

Prove: I’ll prove it to you.

Pull: John pulled out a pen.

Punch: You punch like a girl.

Pursue: The police pursued the murderer.

Push: We had to push our way through the crowd.

Put: I put on my shoes.

Verbs List (Q,R)

List of verbs that start with Q & R with verbs examples.

Qualify: He is qualified as an English teacher.

Quit: She quits worrying about the problem.

React: Tom reacted appropriately.

Read: I read the book.

Realize: I didn’t realise we were late.

Recall: I don’t recall seeing any cars parked outside.

Receive: We received a warm welcome.

Recollect: I recollect seeing Ryder some years ago in Bonn.

Recommend: I would never recommend using a sunbed on a regular basis.

Reduce: I think we should reduce the price.

Refer: I often refer to the dictionary.

Reflect: She reflected on what she had done.

Refuse: She refused to answer questions about her personal finances.

Regret: I regret leaving school so young.

Relate: She is related to him by marriage.

Relax: We’re supposed to relax.

Relieve: I was relieved to hear that he was alive.

Rely: You can certainly rely on him.

Remain: He remained poor all his life.

Remember: He had remembered to bring a pair of gloves, unlike me.

Remind: It reminds me of the good old days.

Repair: He repaired his watch by himself.

Replace: The car replaced the bicycle.

Represent: He represented the labor union on the committee.

Require: This task requires dexterity.

Resent: Many conscripts resent having to do their military service.

Resist: She can never resist buying new shoes.

Retain: We had to retain a lawyer.

Retire: I have decided to retire.

Rid: You’ve got to get rid of it

Ride: Life is a horse, and either you ride it or it rides you.

Ring: The phone is ringing.

Rise: The sun is about to rise.

Risk: He risked being caught.

Roast: He is roasting coffee beans.

Run: Do not run too fast after gain.

Verbs List (S)

List of verbs that start with S with verbs examples.

Sanction: They will not sanction copying without permission.

Satisfy: He satisfied his thirst with a large glass of beer.

Say: No one says that.

Scrub: Tom asked Mary to scrub the toilet.

See: Do you see that bird?

Seem: I always seem to be unlucky at cards.

Sell: I can’t sell you that.

Send: They’re sending help.

Serve: They serve good nosh in the cafeteria.

Set: I’m going to set the table.

Settle: The problem is not settled yet.

Sew: Mary is sewing baby clothes.

Shake: They shook hands when they met at the airport.

Shall: Shall I add your name to the list?

Shed: She tried not to shed a tear.

Shine: Susan shined your father’s shoes.

Shoot: I’ll shoot both of you.

Should: The university should provide more sports facilities.

Show: I’ll show you later.

Shrink: My jeans shrank after I washed them.

Shut: I shut my eyes again.

Sing: Tom loves to sing.

Sink: A ship sank near here yesterday.

Sit: Sit on the floor, stretching your legs out in front of you.

Ski: I like skiing very much.

Sleep: I slept too much.

Slice: It’s best to slice into a rich cake from the middle.

Slide: He slid the money into my pocket.

Slip: She slipped into her clothes.

Smell: Something smells bad. What is this?

Snore: Tom snored loudly with his mouth open.

Solve: He solved the difficult problem.

Sow: Farmers sow seeds in the spring.

Speak: He speaks English.

Specify: Tom didn’t specify how many pencils to buy.

Spell: I don’t know how to spell the word.

Spend: I spent some time in Boston.

Spill: I’m afraid I spilled coffee on the tablecloth.

Spit: I can’t put up with the way he spits.

Spread: He spread some strawberry jam on his toast.

Squat: Tom squatted down next to his dog.

Stack: They are specially packaged so that they stack easily.

Stand: Can you stand up?

Start: He started tipping the pea pods into a pan.

Steal: My watch was stolen.

Stick: He stuck to his job.

Sting: I was stung by a bee.

Stink: It stinks in here.

Stir: She stirred the soup with a spoon.

Stop: I hoped he would stop asking awkward questions.

Stretch: Breathe in through your nose as you stretch up.

Strike: Tom struck the wall with his fist.

Struggle: He struggled to keep his footing on the slippery floor.

Study: She studies hard.

Submit: I submitted the application myself.

Succeed: He’ll succeed for sure.

Suffer: We suffered a pretty big loss.

Suggest: Tracey suggested meeting for a drink after work.

Supply: I supplied Tom with everything he needed.

Suppose: I suppose you’re hungry.

Surprise: She surprised him when she arrived early.

Survive: He survived the plane crash.

Swear: Do you swear to tell the whole truth?

Sweep: I will sweep out my room.

Swell: The river swelled rapidly because of the heavy rain.

Swim: She swims well.

Swing: The lamp was swinging back and forth.

Verbs List (T)

List of verbs that start with T with verbs examples.

Take: I took a walk.

Talk: Tom talked a lot.

Taste: The soup tastes salty.

Teach: I’ll teach you how to swim.

Tear: I tore the picture out of the album.

Tell: I told him to come.

Tend: She tends to be late for school.

Think: I think that Mr. Peter is a good teacher.

Threaten: They threatened to ban the book.

Throw: I threw away my shoes.

Tiptoe: Tom quietly tiptoed out of the room.

Tolerate: We don’t tolerate smoking in the library.

Translate: He translated the verse into English.

Try: We tried to confuse the enemy.

Verbs List (U,V)

List of verbs that start with U & V with verbs examples.

Understand: I knew you’d understand.

Vacuum: Tom vacuumed his bedroom.

Value: We value our customers.

Vary: The boxes vary in size from small to large.

Volunteer: They volunteer to teach introductory courses.

Verbs List (W)

List of verbs that start with W with verbs examples.

Wait: I can’t wait to see you.

Wake: I have to wake Tom up.

Walk: Don’t try to walk before you can crawl.

Want: I want to watch TV.

Warn: We’ve got to warn Tom.

Wash: Tom washed his hands.

Watch: We watched a movie.

Wave: She waved her hand to me.

Wear: Tom wore black pants.

Weep: She wept over her child’s death.

Weigh: The suitcase weighs 20 pounds.

Whip: She whipped out her pistol.

Will: I don’t think Emma will get the job.

Win: I can win this time.

Wish: I wish to insert an advertisement in your newspaper.

Would: If I lived on an island, I would know how to swim.

Write: Write it down on a piece of paper.

List of Verbs in English Grammar

Useful list of verbs classified by their grammatical functions.

Stative Verbs List

List of common stative verbs in English

Mental State

Know

Believe

Understand

Doubt

Think (have an opinion)

Suppose

Recognize

Forget

Remember

Imagine

Mean

Agree

Disagree

Deny

Promise

Satisfy

Realize

Appear

Astonish

Please

Impress

Surprise

Concern

Possession

Have

Own

Possess

Lack

Consist

Involve

Include

Contain

Emotions

Love

Dislike

Hate

Adore

Prefer

Care for

Mind

Want

Need

Desire

Wish

Hope

Appreciate

Value

Measure, cost, others

Cost

Measure

Weigh

Owe

Seem

Fit

Depend

Matter

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