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Regency Romantasy

So...it has been brought to my attention that I perhaps have a type, and this book ticked a lot of really good boxes for me. It's regency-inspired. It's fantasy. It's a romance. It has a chronically ill main character. It has sewing and fashion. Literally 90% of the characters are LGBTQIA. It has a BALCONY SCENE for crying out loud. It even has a gossip columnist who might be better than Lady Whistledown (do NOT come for me, Bridgerton Fandom, I said what I said). I could go on, but at that point I think we would have completely dissolved from actual review to screamed list of things I enjoyed, so let's rein it in for a minute and talk A Fragile Enchantment.

I'm going to start with setting, because while this book is regency-inspired, it also plays a little fast and loose with other historical inspirations. The reality of the blight and famine in historical Ireland (and frankly also the troubles and every time that Ireland revolted against England) was that it came after the regency, but here Niamh is the first generation after a similar event and subsequent revolt in her home country of fantasy Irel--I mean Machland. She has grown up surrounded by survivors of the blight and revolt, and like everyone who reads Maus learns, generational trauma is a BITCH. So when our dressmaker protagonist is invited to make the wedding clothes for the son of the king who murdered her people, it's politically and emotionally charged. Add to that the fact that Niamh's magic is hereditary and weirdly murdery, and yeah, things are emotional as heck.

Possibly I shouldn't relate quite so hard to a protagonist who is literally hurting herself for people who ultimately couldn't give a damn about her, but that IS my villain origin story, so all I had for Niamh was compassion at how hard a position that is to be in.

Niamh herself is beautifully written, and Saft balances all the threads tied around and pulling at Niamh's heart just beautifully. Every choice is complex and fraught, and so-deeply-ingrained-she-doesnt-even-notice-it impulse to shape herself around other people's pain and grief and comfort them instead of sitting with her own feelings is just stunningly well executed without feeling dramatic or indulgent.

Niamh is so desperate for friends, and the little ring she constructs around herself couldn't be stranger or more wonderful. From the enraged, grumpy Kit to Sinclair to Rosa and Miriam, this found family is wildly unlikely and prickly, but they fit between each other's thorns just perfectly.

And speaking of people having thorns...we need to address Kit Carmine. Younger son of a mad (and abusive before he went mad) king with an alcohol problem and green magic, our boy is GRUMPY. And BLUNT. And honestly I love him for that, because those thorns are hiding a very stressed out, distinctly squishy center. And also one that is deathly afraid of hurting people, because that's also a thing.

Kit is so tangled up between rage and duty and the few people he cares about that he and Niamh really have to work to develop a compassionate understanding based on wildly different personalities. And then you add all the imperialist and decolonizing stress between them plus the fact that KIT IS LITERALLY ABOUT TO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE and it's a whole deal.

There are so many wonderful moments in this book, it was a delight from start to finish. I objectively have more to say about this book, but I want to avoid spoilers here to inspire y'all to go read this book. I promise, it's worth it. Now, go get it and read. *shoos you toward the bookstore/library/tablet/place you get your books from*

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The Prophetic D&D Game, part 24

POV switch to the excellent Erica Sinclair.

(master post)

One day in January, Lucas’s moping came to a head. Erica normally would not have cared, but this time her brother pulled her aside. He wanted to talk about Max, and about some game he was playing at school. At first, she didn’t understand why she should care, but then he went into more details. Max was withdrawing from all of them, and the guy running this D&D game was putting in stuff about the Upside Down that he shouldn’t have known about. He told her the whole story.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Erica asked. “Max doesn’t know me, and your new nerd friends sure as heck aren’t going to listen to me. I’m in middle school, remember?” 

“No, it’s not about that,” Lucas said. “I just need someone else to know what is going on. Max is too hard to reach. Mike tried telling Nancy, but she blew him off. Dustin tried with Steve and Robin, but they both think he’s imagining things. We’re not imagining it, though. This story that Eddie’s telling? It’s for real.”

“Does it have anything to do with the Russians?” 

Lucas shook his head. “I don’t think so, though there’s some hint about foreign countries with the king. But the Russians weren’t involved when Will was taken, so maybe they’re still going to come up later?” 

Erica nodded. She got a notebook out from her backpack and flipped it open to a new page. “Okay, go over it again,” she said. “I want to take notes this time.” 

She got regular updates whenever they got to play that game again. It made her a little jealous that her brother had a regular D&D group, even if all the people in it sounded like huge dorks. None of her friends were interested in playing, even when she tried to make stories about My Little Pony. It didn’t matter, though. The mystery of her brother’s DM having some kind of sixth sense was fascinating to her. 

Mike and Dustin both knew that she knew, and sometimes when they all got together, they went over her notes. They filled in some gaps and had their own theories, but Dustin was the only one who made any sense. Mike mostly whined about having been tricked into playing Steve as a character. Erica didn’t know what his problem was with Steve. The man had fought Russians for her and gave her free ice cream whenever she asked. He was all right in her book, but she didn’t point it out. They didn’t need to know her business.

The four of them decided that it definitely had something to do with the Upside Down, even though they weren’t sure what. They could tell who each person in the main group was supposed to be, but they weren’t sure who all the other characters were. Lucas was mostly worried that all the things that happened in the game were going to happen in real life. He was convinced that Max was in danger, but didn’t know what to do about it.

Then March arrived. The Hawkins Tigers made it to the championship game, and Mom and Dad were so excited to go, even though Lucas never got to actually play. They talked big about supporting him, and how he was putting in his time now and would play when he was older. Erica, on the other hand, could do the math and knew that it would conflict with Hellfire. She was completely unsurprised when she saw those three stooges approaching her after school. 

“What now?” she asked. 

“We need a sub,” Dustin said. “Eddie said that if we found a sub for Lucas for Hellfire, we could play the Cult of Vecna.”

“What’s the Cult of Vecna?” 

“It’s the other game that he’s running,” Mike said. “See, there was this evil lich, and he’s dead but he made a cult and they’re trying to bring him back. We have to stop them. It’s really—”

“Wait, you’re playing two nerd games? At the same time? Gross,” Erica said, shaking her head. “I take it you want me to sub?” 

“Yes,” Lucas said. He clasped his hands together. “If we don’t find a sub, then he’s going to run Cursed instead. We’re coming right up against the big bad, and Sadie is going to be bait. If I’m not there, he will kill her for sure.” 

“Why don’t you all just ditch?” she asked. “Go watch Lucas play his game. He can’t run anything if you’re all missing.”

“He can, and he will,” Dustin said. “He’s in a truly terrible mood this week. I don’t know what’s up with him, but he would definitely kill us all out of spite. I don’t know what that means for us, if he’s predicting the future.” 

Erica scoffed. “You think he’s not just predicting it, but he’s able to change things?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin said. “All I know is that we have to see it through until we can figure out what’s supposed to happen.” 

“Yeah, we can’t have something like Lucas being out screw with the final battle,” Mike said. “Also, if we can delay it, then I can tell El and Will about it when I go to visit them in California.”

“You haven’t told them yet?” Erica asked, slipping as much judgement into the statement as she could.

“I didn’t want to tell them over the phone in case someone was listening, and it sounded weird when I started writing it down,” Mike said. “Also, I wouldn’t put it past the lab people to read our mail.”

“Rude,” Erica said. “That’s a federal offense.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they care about that,” Lucas said. “Will you be the sub? I know you have a character you can use.”

Erica arched an eyebrow at him. “Mom will be pissed if I miss your game,” she said.

“Not half as pissed as she’d be if I missed my game,” said Lucas.

“If I do this, I expect to be appropriately compensated.”

Dustin sighed and rolled his eyes. “I will buy you three new minifigs at the game store next time we go.”

“Six new minifigs, plus a baby dragon.”

Dustin groaned. “Four, and no dragon.”

Mike threw his arms in the air. “We don’t have time for this! I’ll get her the dragon!” he said. “Can we just go?” 

Dustin sighed and looked at Mike with disgust, then back to Erica. They both knew that bargaining was part of the fun. “Fine, four minifigs and a baby dragon.” He held his hand out to her. “Deal?”

They shook on it, and Erica prepared for her grand entrance into Hellfire.

Taglist: @weirdandabsurd42, @10moonymhrivertam, @blueskiesandstarrynight

#two today because i have requests from wip wednesday #hellfire club #the prophetic d&d game #stranger things #my writing

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Slasher Headcanons 2

How they meet Part 1 (Jason Voorhees, Ghostface, Vincent Sinclair)

Jason Voorhees

- Y/n is a solo hiker who gets lost and ends up at Crystal lake by mistake 

- Because they are alone lost and little bit scared they go into the camp hoping that someone is there. 

- Jason sees them for the first time as they are walking around the camp after hearing them call out for anyone.

- Jason stalks them for hours before they finally notice that they are being followed.  When they notice their first reaction is not to run away but they go directly for Jason

- “Hello 👋, could you help me I seem to be a bit lost.” Y/n would excitedly say. Though this would only made Jason nervous and cause him to leave and make his way threw the trees so fast a quietly that Y/n could not find him. 

- He would still continue to watch from a distance though only to stalk and “Kill” them. (yes that is definitely the only reason) 

Ghost face (Billy and Stu)

- Y/n was dragged to the party by their room mate. This part happened to be the one were the massacre happened. 

- Y/n escapes the initial attack because they were up stairs hiding out from interacting with people.

- But the two friends did eventually come up the stairs and find them. 

- “Well look what we have here Stu.”   

- “Looks like a little mouse to me.” 

- They sit next to Y/n and start to poke at them and play with the hair.(embarrassing the heck out of them)

Vincent Sinclair

- Traveling across the country side looking for inspiration Y/n and a couple of their friends end up in a small town in the middle of no where. 

- everyone is exploring the town when Y/n comes across the wax museum and gets inspired. 

- Telling the other that they are going to stay here. 

- They are left alone and soon find a spot to sit on the ground that is not made of wax and begin to sketch and write out ideas for a horror genera comic.

- Vincent who was unaware of Y/n’s presence goes up into the museum adding a new statue to it. 

- When Y/n sees them they first think it is one of there friends only to realize that the man is holding a wax figure. putting two and two together they get up and parch the man to compliment him on his work. 

- “ Hey, You made all these right.” Vincent would jump upon hearing Y/n’s voice from behind him and refuse to turn around only nodding at there question. (even though it was more of a statement.)

- “They are very cool. I think my favorite of all the art in here is the little girl playing chess on the first flour.” Vincent would give another nod and slowly turn to face Y/n before scurrying off. 

The other three will be written soon

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TRICKS OF LIFE — STEVE HARRINGTON

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢. — 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Overview: Will Byers, a close friend of Y/N herself, although in high school, was missing, setting a sense of concern for him, wondering what could’ve happened as being interviewed by the police themselves. We continue to dive deeper into the girl’s life to the connections of some familiar boys.

Navigation — Mixtape

Doodles, words, and weird figures were being scribbled in the sturdy notebook, with the thin pencil marking the surface of the lined paper. Class was even more boring now that Y/N couldn’t bother to pay attention to her U.S. History class, vividly in her daydreams of where one of her close friends, Jonathan Byers could be since he never showed up that morning, the teacher decided to speak up, snapping her out of her thoughts.

”Miss Hopper, would you like to elaborate with what Tammy said?” He cleared his throat, standing next to the girl’s desk all eyes on her. Y/N frantically narrowed her vision to the board, feeling a sense of unease when everyone watched her intently. Her E/C colored eyes shifted from right to left, feeling a ridiculous amount of pressure starting to well on her chest. Breathing in and out, she squinted at the chalkboard, focusing on the big letter written on the board, The Holocaust. An eerie silence grew into place, maybe a silent cough held in the background. Y/N’s palms became clammy, scrambling through her unopened textbook and unwritten notebook. Stumbling through her words in the awkwardness, the door of the classroom swung open to find the principal of the school, in a fine suit.

The class’ eyes shifted from Y/N’s mess to the lady, standing by the doorway, “Can I have Y/N Hopper?” Now her heart dropped to her stomach, was she into deep shit now? Maybe someone had caught her smoking this time. Was this going to be another accusation someone had made? If her dad heard about this, she was definitely going to be toast.

The eyes were now back on Y/N, worrisome, she rapidly crumpled her sheets of paper along with the textbook into her plain backpack. She slung it onto her shoulder, keeping her head low and meeting contact with the principal who guided her out of the classroom as she closed the door behind them before walking by the empty hallway.

“Am I in trouble?” The girl nervously bit her lip, looking down at the squeaky floor, the principal moved her glance to see Y/N looking so timid.

The principal shook her head, putting a reassuring hand onto the girl’s shoulder, “No, you’re not. Hopper, one of the most intellectual students we’ve had here in Hawkins High. In fact we need your help.”

Without asking any questions, Y/N’s eyes widened, a smile forming on her lips. The walk to the principal’s office was a bit uncomfortable, as none of them spoke along the trail. Finally getting to the office’s door, they opened it to find her dad along with his handy dandy partner, Phil Callahan, whom Y/N had been very close with since the beginning of her life when Hopper first got his job as chief of police. Giving a little wave for politeness,  the principal directed the girl to sit down in the chair in front of her.

”I really regret to inform you but, Will Byers went missing the other night,” The principal’s eyes saddened, turning them up to the two police officers, “And from what your father had said, you saw him that night.”

Oh god.

Will Byers was missing. No, not will. Not will. Why Will? Will was just a friendly kid who loved to play D&D with his friends Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, and Dustin Henderson under their basement for neverlasting hours. The wizard, the position he played, the shy, bubbly and nerdy kid who trusted her no matter what. Will, Will Byers was missing.

“Steve’s a twat!” A middle schooler climbed down the stairs in the Wheeler’s residence, to find four slightly younger boys sitting on a couch, having a board in front of them. Curious, she kneeled beside Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother, Michael, “What are you guys doing? Some magic trick or what?”

Mike looked beside him, to find one of Nancy’s friends observing the board with the tiny figurines placed on top. Without precaution, the curly haired boy that was sat in front of him spoke up, “It’s Dungeons and Dragons!”

“Wow, that’s cool, I don’t know what that is,” She brought her knees to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. The boys’ eyes fell onto the girl. What was she doing here? Shouldn’t she be with Nancy?

“My sister is upstairs by the way,” Mike cringed a bit, to find the girl being ever so intrigued by what the boys were up to on a Wednesday night.

Y/N turned over to the younger brother, then to the other three boys, sitting in silence, “I know, but I’m sick of her talking about her boyfriend Steve. I wanted to see what you were doing.” Quietness began while glances were exchanged, the girl leaned closer and directed the boys to do so as well, she hushed, “Don’t tell Nancy, but sometimes she’s boring.”

Lucas and Will both looked at each fondly, as the rest nodded their heads in agreement when Mike spoke up, “Finally! Someone notices for once!”

Dustin shakes his head in disagreement, the boy gave an obnoxious smile, “No, Nancy’s awesome!”

The group of laughter, turned to Dustin who was smiling like a freak. Lucas snapped jokingly, “DUSTIN LIKES NANCY OOOOOO!”

“What? No I don’t!” Dustin’s face turned beat red while Lucas chased Dustin around, imitating a few kisses with the weird noises. Mike got up to stop the two from hitting each other and creating a racket in the living room, the three seemed to have began a rumble, while the quiet one cheered them on with laughter arousing him.

Y/N nudges the quiet boy, smiling towards his direction, “They’re a lot to handle huh?” The boy nods a little bit, after hearing the “Dustin I love you” and “Kiss me Dustin!” mimicks from Lucas, giving smoochy faces. “Aren’t you Jonathan’s younger brother?”

The brunette boy with the bowl cut nods again, trying to shout in between the shouting induced by the three boys fighting in from of them, “I’m Will!”

”Oh! That’s good! Your brother is in Mr. Clark’s class with me!” Y/N laughed, seeing Lucas and Mike stack on top of tiny Dustin squirming below them. Will and Y/N signaled to join the stack, feeling Dustin start to giggle hysterically while Y/N began to tickle his stomach. All of them burst into laughter in the stack until Nancy came downstairs to ruin the fun.

”MIKE WHAT THE HECK?!” Nancy shouted, pulling giggly Y/N out of the bunch of first graders tumbled on the rug, “Leave my friends alone for the hundredth time!”

After seeing her being pulled away, Y/N wiggled out of Nancy’s grip, stepping away from her and seeing the boys suddenly become so serious, “Nancy, I was already hanging out with them. They’re cool.”

”What?” She felt frazzled at the remark, then heard Mrs. and Mr. Wheeler coming in after a night out. Both looked satisfied in finally having a night out together due to taking care of their children and working.

“We didn’t know Y/N came over! We hate to have the boys alone here sometimes,” Karen Wheeler sat on the couch as the boys broke apart and sat in their own space in the living room, Y/N standing along with Nancy.

”Maybe you should get them a babysitter!” The H/C colored girl suggested, putting her hands on her waist, “They’re lots of fun to be with!”

”Be our babysitter!” Dustin stumbled to get up, jumping up and down, exclaiming. The others chimed in as well.

Lucas nods along, ”Yeah that would be great!”

”You would be the best babysitter in Hawkins!” Will chants, earning Mike’s agreement too.

Mrs. Wheeler laughed at the excited boys surrounded tween Y/N who seemed heartfelt to have people that want to be around her, “It seems like a great idea, I’ll talk to their moms and see what they think. I’ll let your dad know tomorrow.”

Squeals from the seven-year olds filled the living room, when Karen had considered the request, it had already been late and their moms would be at the Wheeler’s to pick the boys up back home. While Lucas slipped on his sweater, he shouted, “At least my babysitter doesn’t have to be the old hag Mrs. Wilson!”

“TRUE!” Dustin laughs along with him, while Will follows behind to find Mrs. Sinclair waving from the sidewalk standing beside her car with three year old Erica Sinclair, wanting to throw a tantrum to be let go from her mother’s grip. As Lucas, Dustin, and Will left they all chanted in unison, “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” To plaster a cheeky smile on the girl’s face.

Never in her entire life has this girl felt so.... accepted, liked, included for once. Something the bratty kids of Hawkins Middle School had felt towards the girl. This felt like something new, something new with a long trail of friendship. Totes to the new babysitter of these boys, whom they enjoyed being around with, no matter what

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Hi

can u make Vincent Sinclair and Thomas Hewitt with a snake lover/owner and which snake they like most?

-MrKrabs

✨✨Sure!✨✨

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

✨💕Vincent and Thomas with a s/o who loves snakes!✨💕

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🕯️Vincent:✨💕when Vinny found out you had a snake he was..kinda shook?✨💕

✨💕He’s like “😳” oh✨💕

✨💕He supports you though!✨💕

✨💕you have pet corn snake (please use you're own name for this) it's very friendly!✨💕

✨💕Vinny “Tries” to pet it but..it doesn't last very long~✨💕

✨💕However if bo says anything death glare from vincent~✨💕

✨💕Since the artist in him can't resist he does end up drawing it from time to time~✨💕

✨💕And as for his favorite..its probably yours simply because of how friendly it is~✨💕

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🥺Thomas:✨💕living texas Thomas has grown used to dealing with snakes of all kinds so when you tell him you have pet snake he's actually excited!✨💕

✨💕Can he pet it?✨💕

✨💕You have a California kingsnake (I think that's what they're called? I could be wrong) and its also friendly!✨💕

✨💕When Thomas isn't working he's playing with the snake!✨💕

✨💕It honestly SHOCKED the heck out of you to see him with a snake around his wrist✨💕

✨💕unlike Vinny he helps feed the snake!✨💕

✨💕Will totally death glare anyone who makes fun of you!✨💕

✨💕As for his favorite honestly I think it would be..just common garden snake?✨💕

✨💕(I'm not a fan of snakes but I hope this is okay?✨💕

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

The Rooster Sunrise motel and the roots of the narrative at the sunset of the story. A masterclass in Dean characterization

If I didn’t care / more than words can say / if I didn’t care / would I feel this way? / If this isn’t love / then why do I thrill? / And what makes my head go round...

This song plays as Travis comes in to check at the Rooster Sunrise motel - late in the night, later than the motel technically allows checks in. Metaphorically, this episode happens later than it should. Everything happens later than it should. Dean defeats the monster too late, after it gets Travis dead. They’re running a case when they should actually be preparing for the ultimate showdown against God. Dean tells Sam the truth about Jack too late. The very episode is “out of place” in the season - I mean, purposely so - because it gives us a “old style” hunting case in a season where hunting has lost its original purpose in the narrative but has taken a different purpose, as a sort of caricature of itself, as we’ve discussed about before.

This episode is a last. Okay, we haven’t seen the next few yet, but this episode has a specific function, and it is to be the last traditional hunting case of the show. It’s about the past, and that’s why it can happen now that hunting can no longer exist, not really. This season, we have never had real hunting cases. Fake ones, weird ones, ones that just felt off -- obviously because the story is no longer working the way it did before. Chuck’s “hamster wheel” has been fully revealed, and the narrative can no longer function in the old way.

And this episode happens as... a sunset, actually. Or better, both sunrise and sunset because it shows us, in parallel, the beginning and the end. The first case Dean and Sam work together, and what is essentially the last, at least the last with the traditional formula - a monster of the week, a motel, a gross place, a civilian saved, some choking, some yeeting across a motel room, you know how it goes.

(The elephant in the room is the sun/sunrise imagery across the show, especially relevant after the latest episode brought back the Gas’n’Sip logo, of course, but let’s talk about something else here.)

There are many echoes in the episode. 2x11 Playthings, a case in a hotel that involved children. 11x16 Safe House, where a case was run both in the past, by Bobby and Rufus, and in the present, and involves a monster’s nest and visions. Of course 1x18 Something Wicked, where they defeat a monster that targeted kids after an attempt when they were kids had failed to get rid of the monster for good, and where we also get flashbacks of them as kids. And many other little references and callbacks. A pretty major one (*rubs hands together*) is 10x19 The Werther Project, where something supernatural causes hallucinations that make the victim kill themselves; Dean also almost stabbed himself back then. (Cuthbert Sinclair again... bless.) Oh, well, the pilot itself, where Dean and Sam comment that they make a good team. And then Carver-era secret and lies, of course.

And 14x13 Lebanon. (Yes it gets its own paragraph...) Dean smashing the stone in the ring, making the monster disappear, parallels straight to Sam smashing the pearl, making John disappear. The other monster of the episode is John, of course, who drops the kids in some motel alone while he gets “out of reach” when Dean tries to contact him on the phone (callback to season 1, when they kept trying to call John on the phone and he never answered, not even when Dean was dying or they were in their old house in Lawrence and terrified). John only appears as an invisible figure driving the car, symbolically driving their lives (all this “killing God and getting free” is nothing but a mirror to getting free from John’s influence, right). Callback to 9x07 Bad Boys, where we also see a younger Dean and we also deal with the weight of the lifestyle John placed on him, in an episode that features a literal ghost of a parent. (Heck, we even had Dean stealing food - in 9x07 he was caught by a policeman and brought to the boys’ house, now Caitlin jokes about arresting him.)

As 1x18 Something Wicked, we are presented with how growing up among monsters and hunting cases impacted Dean as a kid. Interestingly, Sam tries to reassure Dean in both episodes, telling him that he was just a kid and he shouldn’t be too hard on himself. In 1x18 he had ruined John’s hunt and put Sam in danger (of course the implication is that John put them in danger by using them as bait and expecting a child - addditionally unaware of what was going on - to watch after a younger child), now that he didn’t tell anyone about the nest because it was too horrifying to share that with other kids (of course, he’d also been a kid and shouldn’t have had to investigate a child-killing monster, so the implication is again that John shouldn’t have left them alone and unable to reach him in case of danger. It’s so telling that the episode has Dean discovering the bodies of dead kids while Sam is playing with another kid - although, of course, the game also turns terrifying soon).

So it’s an episode that has it all: the ghost of John Winchester, the way Dean’s parentified role impacts negatively his relationship with Sam (the episode establishes a connection between Dean shielding Sam from the horror of the monster’s nest and Dean essentially shielding Sam from the horror of the latest Jack news, it’s always about Dean feeling the weight of a responsibility to Sam because he’s Sam’s caretaker, even if he ostensibily mentions Billie’s plan and stuff as the reason of his silence), and of course the theme of FEAR.

I’ve been screaming this from rooftops pretty much since I’ve been here on tumblr - fear is the interpretative key to Dean’s character. Since season 1. Since the beginning. (You’re scared. It’s okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too.) Many posts have been written about how anger is a secondary emotion, when the narrative ostensibly had Dean be “angry”. Dean has dealt with fear almost his entire life, and this episode basically works as an asterisk to the season. Hey, we’re having everyone comment on Dean’s anger! Including Dean himself! He says he doesn’t know why he has these outbursts! Well, we do know. Little reminder here now... he’s scared. And he’s scared because he cares, because he loves so much, and when you keep losing what you love you are scared, scared of losing more and more, stuck in a hamster wheel of losing and losing and losing.

In fact, if losing Jack will stop the hamster wheel, he’s fine with it, because as long as they’re stuck in the wheel they’ll lose Jack again anyway, they keep losing everything over and over, Jack and Cas and everyone. In this episode he mentions funerals of hunters, friends, how they couldn’t even attend all the funerals of people they were close to. There were so many. They’ve always been so surrounded by horror and fear and death. He just wants it to stop. (Of course the plan cannot work, just like the immersion therapy method didn’t work for Travis. Well, poor Travis’ idea of facing his fears to overcome his trauma worked very well on paper, just like Billie’s plan seems to be the best option on paper, but we still have a few episodes still to see...)

This episode is an exploration of the motives of Dean’s behavior, and it spells them out very clearly. John’s abuse and neglect, the forced parentified role he had to take towards Sam since a too-early age, the nightmarish horrors he had to see (while shielding Sam from, which reminds me of the infamous scene about Max’s childhood...), the neverending chain of losses with its baggage of fear.

Dean wants - needs - to defeat Chuck, just like Travis needed to face his fears and overcome his trauma. Because Chuck means hamster wheel. And the hamster wheel isn’t just a theoretical lack-of-free-will thing. It’s not just about a philosophical/theological concept. It’s about the very real cycle of horror and fear and loss that Dean has spent his entire life in. It’s about a pile of dead children, both a metaphor for his brutally ended childhood and a very concrete example of what has been haunting him for so long.

His apparently “okayness” with Billie’s plan is not out of a revenge thing or lack of forgiveness towards Jack (of course we can add millions of words about Dean’s relationship with Death). His okayness with killing Amara is... well, only partly about punishing her for, as he sees it, toying with him. His anger is because he feels so much. If I didn’t care / more than words can say / if I didn’t care / would I feel this way?

#my spn thoughts #spn meta #spn 15x16 #spn spoilers #dean and trauma #dean and john #dean and fear #dean and anger #parallels #spn

[jenniferstolzer]

Babylon 5 rewatch Episode 2.22: The Fall of Night

Babylon 5 is at the center of not one but three conflicts as John Sheridan agrees to shelter a wounded Narn cruiser. The Centauri don’t like this. Earth doesn’t like this. The Shadows don’t like this. But Sheridan has a strong moral compass and what he doesn’t like is how much the institutions around him are willing to sacrifice in the name of forging some kind of cursory peace.

Things I liked about The Fall of Nighit

1, Lennier and Vir’s friendship. If you ask me Vir, could be friends with literally anyone. He’s such an understanding soul. Lennier is by nature a little judgey. More closed off. So when they sit down next to each other and discover how much they have in common both of them look at each other like “hello what” and automatically agree to meet again. But even this exchange is done almost like spies meeting and I don’t think we stop to think about that very often. These are the attaches of two ambassadors for two of the most powerful races in the galaxy… they could very well be exchanging state secrets instead of expressing solidarity for their equally frustrating jobs.

2,  The Centauri are apparently willing to put their ships on autopilot and black out from g forces if it means when they come to they’ll be in a better firing position. This seems extremely reckless and VERY Centauri. It is the spacebattle equivalent of the hair. Big. Flashy. Not well thought through.

3, In the wake of the mass driver bombing, Sheridan gives Londo an opportunity to speak and Londo is like “NOPE” and jets before he says something that’s going to get him and his whole race in more trouble than they already are. Garibaldi then reads Londo like a literal book, delivering one of my favorite analyses of the character. Everyone thought Londo was a clown, indulging in opulence, going into debt at the casino, drinking himself to a stupor in public, but Garibaldi was his friend and knows that Londo’s not dumb, he’s actually very smart and his mind moves really fast. His error is in his judgment and priorities and he’s currently in waters he did not expect to tread. He’s scared, and he’s going to keep darting in and out of cover until he feels like he has a handle on things or he gets picked off by a hunter, whichever comes first. Also a very classic JMS line “He’s a pain in the butt, but he’s our pain in the butt.” Hunt for that or similar lines in other JMS stuff, he loves that line.

4, The ache of watching McCarthysim at work is very effective. Zach knows the guys he’s ratting on don’t deserve to be ratted on and even says so. “They’re just fooling around” but we can tell by the level of interest and tone of the Nightwatch captian’s voice that they’re gonna get blackballed. Zach can’t deny that they said what they said, but can tell that ratting them out is the wrong thing to do. In the end he relents with a bunch of qualifications but the Nightwatch doesn’t want qualifications. They want names. Thank you for your service.

5, I love that the guy there to ally with the Centauri is from the Ministry of Peace. So poignant. They’ll get peace all right, by paying off the aggressors.  

6, When the Narn ship was coming under threat by the Centauri warship, Sheridan opened a line to Londo just to spit in his face and hang up. It was amazing. Also during this crisis, Sheridan whips out a law book to smack the Nightwatch guy back in his hole. Sinclair would be proud.

7, Watching B5 come under attack is so emotionally stirring. Even on a rewatch, I don’t want to see it hurt.

8, We have arrived! The scene where Kosh reveals himself. I love that G’Kar is hiding in the plants – like he’s not a huge gecko man who people are going to notice. I also love how plaintiff his voice is, thinking if he speaks on Sheridan’s behalf it’ll help him in the political shitshow he’s currently in. I mean he’s issuing this apology for helping a Narn ship and G’Kar is very very very grateful for that. Also B5 blew up a Centauri warship so he’s pretty grateful for that too, I mean come on… I like that B5 has like a standard subway system in the middle of it and that they let the Puppet Friends ride. I miss the puppet friends. I love that the rotational gravity system means there’s a weightless portion in the center of hydroponics and that we used that to our advantage in this story. Also the vorlons in their native form play on the perception of the lesser races. They are light beings, and humans see them as angels. The rest of the races see them as prophets or gods, but none of these perceptions are perfect. We see wings and white robes and think Angel, but Kosh didn’t appear like a rennaissance painting. He’s got a butterfly look to him, too. The face he wears is a facsimile of a human not an exact human. He’s not perfect, we’re just in awe. Love that.

9 And finally a lot has been said about why Londo doesn’t see anything when Kosh appears. He’s been touched by the Shadows, so he can’t be converted by the Vorlons b/c we’re playing a game of Othello today I guess. Maybe because he doesn’t actually believe in his pantheon of gods so he doesn’t have any deities to witness. Maybe he’s lying because what he saw was his own greed and vanity. The general consensus is the first – that he’s incapable of seeing the light because he’s in the dark. For a fresh take on it, let’s look at the Vorlons through this lens. Kosh said before that if he revealed himself everyone would know him… I take this as being a side effect of being Vorlon. Vorlons are a feeling not an image. Like Magenta. Magenta’s not a real color, it exists on the color wheel because something has to connect red and purple on the color spectrum… but the spectrum of visible light is actually a straight line. The wavelengths for red and purple are far from touching, but our brains can perceive when they’re both present, so Magenta occurs. It’s imaginary, but we see it for real with our eyes. That’s Vorlons. Perhaps Londo saw a shapeless light thing in the sky, perhaps that’s what Vorlons really are… or perhaps they have no visible representation at all until they hit our brains. Our eyeballs behold something, but our brains have to construct it out of pieces. When the rest of the galaxy looked at Kosh they used the color wheel to construct him, but Londo was only given the wavelengths. He saw nothing, because nothing was there to see. I really wish there was another Centauri there to be like “I saw the goddess Li welcoming me to her arms!” and Londo’s over there like “I’m the problem” instead of not really answering that question. Maybe it’s answered in season 3, I don’t know. Did Vir see anyone up there? He must have been on break.

What I like Less about 22

1, So here’s where I’m going to talk about Keffer. I know the origin story…. that he was an unwelcome addition to the cast added per network request, but who the hell is he other than that? I think its remarkable how he slips right out of my head the minute he is off camera. We know he’s a pilot, that he was close to Carlos (whose story/death you may recall I was laughing at in a previous episode because its significance ALSO came out of nowhere), and that he made friends with the GROPOS grunts (who we incidentally learned to care about enough in that one episode that we were sad when they died…. Awkward considering Keffer’s contribution to this episode…) Honestly the most interesting thing about him is that he’s got an old-timey fighter pilot scarf he wears and he believes in ghosts and I bet you all forgot about the ghosts. Honestly, the most interesting thing about Keffer is how he’s a lesson in how not to write an interesting character – and no shade on JMS for that, I know he did it on purpose. Significant things happening to a character does not automatically make them a strong character. Keffer experienced loss, came face to face with the shadows, got in fights… a lot of stuff happened to him, but he was almost always the only named character in those scenes. We cared about the GROPOS because they cared about each other and we responded to that. Keffer was there to play cabbage head and ask questions. He’s not tight with any of our main cast who we’ve had tons more time to grow attached to, and dies for plot reasons without leaving an impact with his loss. Heck, you can see the value of interpersonal relationships on character development in action when the show used a shoehorn to try and force some in in context to Carlos a second and a half before he died. We had him drinking at the bar with command staff suddenly, we had him die as a result of a flight mission Sheridan was part of to make Sheridan feel guilty about it. Everyone was standing around going like “No, Not Ramirez” and if you recall on my previous episode writeup I was LAUGHING at how tortured this sudden human connection was. Keffer could have been made interesting. Follow me on this.

My treatment on how to make Keffer interesting:

Let’s say Keffer was introduced as an old friend of one of our characters – Fraknlin let’s say. He was a friend from the Minbari War days that helped him sneak behind enemy lines. Perhaps he was complicit in the covering up and destruction of Franklin’s notes on Minbari anatomy. As a result, the two hang out in medbay sometimes, talking about old times and comparing the current war to the one they fought together. We learn that Keffer has a fire for justice. Hates bullies. Sees the strong as absolute defenders of the weak and that any stronger race picking on a weaker one is a bigger coward than the unvierse can hold. Then when Carlos gets killed by the ghost he starts researching what it could be. Kosh and Delenn tell him to stay out of it. The audience assumes he’s going to uncover something and bring Franklin and other characters into Delenn and Sheridan’s confidence about the shadows through curiosity and honor, but we’re learning through the episodes that the Shadows are IMMENSELY powerful and have no patience for flies. When he breaks off from his squad to go have a looksee at what he suspects led to his personal friend Carlos’s death, we know this is going to kill him. He ignores the warnings of those who have more awareness and dies to bring back evidence of the Shadows to the station. Sheridan recognizes how Keffer’s curiosity and sense of judgment led to recklessness, something Sheridan himself is prone to. He vows not to let Keffer die in vain, but also states that the proof he got has changed everything… and that Sheridan would have done the same. Killing your men in the name of a mission is never the goal but there’s a line everyone crosses when the safety of the universe is at stake and sometimes things are worth dying for. Franklin walks into medbay, casts a look to the counter where Keffer used to sit all those nights, and turns away.

But that’s not what happen. Keffer’s dead now and I don’t miss him. Glad he emailed the Shadows to ISN five nanoseconds before he died.

Babylon 5 is now the last best hope for victory because sometimes peace is another word for surrender and because secrets have a way of getting out. On to season 3!

#Babylon 5 #babylon 5 rewatch #season 2 #episode 22 #babylon 5 spoilers #art #jenstoart #kosh #john sheridan

[theymakemegayer]

Reputation: Chapter 9

a/n: uhhh maybe get some tissues first 🤣

also sharing to you guys that Maniac by Conan Gray was a huge inspiration boost for this chapter

Chapter 1-8 here

(EDIT: sorry I forgot again ugh)

Taglist: @crazzyplays @riptideyun @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @dopeyouth

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The next day, after that encounter I had with Poppy - me and Zoey were sitting at the picnic table and peacefully enjoying our lunch. 

 My eyes darted again towards Poppy and her clique. They were laughing, really just a normal sight on a weekday lunch break. Suddenly Poppy looked at my direction. I froze, not really sure what to do. She averted first, her smile dropping and was replaced by a frown. 

 I sighed. Forget her Bea.

 "Hey are you alright?" Zoey laid her hand on my arm, bringing me back to the present.

 I smiled weakly, "Y-yeah."

 Before Zoey can even question me more, a static sound echoed. It caught all of the student’s attention. A hush fell as a group of students stood at the middle. They were carrying a portable speaker and mic. A girl walked in front from the group. Expect almost all of the students in Belvoire to dress up like they were about to catwalk on a stage. She was wearing a black designer dress which hugged her figure perfectly and compliments her pale skin tone.  She had a jet black hair tied up into a ponytail. A confident smile was on her lips.

 "Listen up Belvoire!" She started to speak on the mic, "It's Persephone Dalton here," She paused her eyes darting on my direction smirking, "We've all been having fun through the past few weeks courtesy of our clown Newbie here," She gestured at my direction, "Let me just say, that hog calling video was sensational." Her smile turned into a Cheshire cat. "So me and my friends decided why not turn up the fun?"

 My eyes grew wide, "What the f--" I stopped myself from fully cursing. I looked frantically at Zoey, "Who the hell is she?" I asked in panic and annoyance. I can definitely feel the bad news this girl brought oozing out of her.

 "She's one of the elites. She's in the top 15 Bea."

 I groaned.

 "Now to share to you guys the debut of another one of my remixes," Persephone spoke again, "Here's my latest dub step remix." She grinned at my directions, "Thanks a lot, Bea Hughes." She tapped something on her phone. A heavy beat music mixed with a familiar squeals played through the Bluetooth speaker they brought along.

 I gaped at this Persephone. I can feel my cheeks blazed with embarrassment and anger. Laughter and murmurs surrounded me. I wanted to go to her and stop her. I wanted to fight her. I wanted to be mad - scratch that I was mad, but all I can think about was how the ground beneath me looked more interesting than people. How it would feel if this ground would do me a favour and swallowed me up. My legs felt numb. My eyes stung as I fought back the tears threatening to spill. I won't cry. I won't cry. I chanted as my mind swarmed with thoughts. I don't want to be me anymore, please. 

 I weakly looked up to give a glare at Persephone. In a blur I saw someone in pink marched towards Persephone and grabbed her phone. The music paused.

 My eyes grew wide as I realized who walked towards Persephone. Poppy...?

 "What the fuck are you doing?" Poppy's voice was dangerously low. Her voice can be heard through the mic Persephone was still holding.

 Persephone smiled, "Oh my god! Poppy Min-Sinclair. It's a great honour to talk to you. Did you like what I did? I was hoping you'll notice me after I do that." Her smile never faltered. Her eyes were gleaming as she waited for Poppy's response.

 I can see how Poppy was clenching her jaw, "First, are you done yapping now?

 Persephone gaped at Poppy, her smile dropping.

 When she didn't get an answer Poppy continued, "And second, did I ask you to that?"

 "N-No?" Persephone stuttered, while Poppy glared at her. "Then it means," Poppy gestured on the phone and the speaker, "I don't need this." Poppy grabbed the mic, "Heck, I can't believe you all." She turned and faced the students, "Are you really this stupid and cheap to find this hog calling video funny at all?"

 I dumbly stared at Poppy my mind blanked. What is she doing?

 She glared at the crowd around us, "Who even leaked the video?" She exclaimed as if she was on the verge of losing her patience. "I dare you to come to me. I might have a little present for you,” She smirked.

 "Besides," She whipped her head and looked at me, "I am the only one who is allowed to humiliate Farmsville here." She gave back the mic to Persephone after and not failing to glare at her.

 She looked at me once again. My heart was on my throat as our eyes locked. There were a million of emotions flashing on those brown eyes. She cut our eye contact first before I can even decipher any of those emotions.

 "What was that?" Zoey exclaimed after a few seconds of dead silence.

 "I don't know... I don't know Zo."

 Later that day, Zoey and I were lounging at our dorm - well I was lounging and Zoey was pacing back and forth while she continuously ranted, "What was that all about? I believe I wasn't the only one who thought she defended you!" She looked at me, "I am more worried now Bea. Is she trying to keep you close now? This is some sick mind games of hers."

 "Zoey..." I sighed, "Will you sit first, please?" I massaged my temples.

 Zoey sat in front of me in our small dinner table. She sighed, "Sorry Bea. I am just really baffled and I kept on thinking what her plan is this time."

 I chuckled dryly, "To be honest Zo, after that hog calling video I am just so tired of anything that is related to her. I don't even want to get close to her or be with her in a same room."

 "Oh then I guess I shouldn't remind you to stay away from her?" She cheekily smiled.

 I laughed, "Please I am tired of her."

 "It's just that I never saw Poppy doing something like this to her enemies before, and that was what freaks me out," Zoey told me.

 "I am confused too that it is starting to give me headaches."

 Zoey reached out and held my hand, "I hate that it comes to this now."

 "Maybe I can still talk to her, get an idea what is her plan." I stood up.

 "Wait what?" Zoey exclaimed, "Didn't we just agreed to stay away from her?"

 I sighed, "I need to talk to her, Zo."

 "Then I am coming with you," She stood up too.

 "Please Zo, I need to confront her, alone." I looked at Zoey in the eyes silently pleading.

 Zoey sighed, "Fine." She grumbled, "But please be careful."

 "I will Zo." I smiled and hugged her tightly - seeking for a small comfort as I ready myself to confront Poppy.

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 I walked up to Zeta House. I realized I don't have a solid plan on how I can sneak up on her room. As if the Heaven's heard me Taylor walked out from the Zeta House. 

 "Thank God!" I exclaimed as I walked towards Taylor, "Hey is Poppy in her room?" I asked once I was in front of her.

 "Oh, hi Bea! Yeah she is. I actually have some errands to run for her." She said smiling at me.

 "Oh great! And don't tell anyone you saw me today," I winked at her as I confidently walked towards the main door of the Zeta House.

 "Whatever you have in mind Bea, I wish you luck." 

 I looked over my shoulder at Taylor smiling, "Thanks!"

 I heaved a sigh of relief as I successfully sneaked inside. I walked stealthy towards Poppy's room. Once I was standing in front of Poppy's room. Thoughts swarmed my mind questioning my bravery. Am I ready to face her? What if this only hurts me more? My heart was buzzing on my ears - longing to see her. I took a deep breath trusting my worries would fade away as I breathe out. I was about to knock, but my fist halted midway. I clenched my fist, my thoughts screaming on my face. I can do this - came a single whisper.

 With one last ounce of bravery, I knocked twice.

 "Come in," I heard her muffled voice from the other side. My heart drummed on my chest - whether it was because I heard her voice or the nervousness creeping on me, I tried not to think of it.

 I reached out for the door knob, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. I felt every emotion and heard every sound. I hold my breath as I twisted the door knob.

 I pushed open the door. My eyes tried to find her first in her huge room. She was lying on her bed reading some magazine. Her gazed shoot up. I gulped thickly as our eyes met. 

 Her eyebrow raise, "What are you doing here?" Her voice sounded higher than usual.

 "I..." I cleared my throat, "We need to talk."

 Poppy chuckled dryly, "Now you wanted to talk."

 I clenched my jaw, "Look I don't want to talk to you that bad either."

 Poppy huffed out a laugh that sounded bitter on my ears, "Alright then why the hell are you here? I didn't ask for a talk, but you said we need to talk. You are confusing Bea."

 "I am confusing?" I frowned. As I walked towards her I continued, "Excuse me. From the start I had been clear with my intentions to you."

 She looked at me in the eyes, the magazine she was reading a while ago forgotten beside her, "Yeah you were clear from the start, but how about your actions these past few days?"

 "What do you mean? Can't you see that was the result of what you did!" I yelled. "You fucking hooked up with me and then what? You backstabbed me after?" I laughed dryly. My eyes were stinging again. I clenched my jaw, "And then you suddenly act like you care and defend me a while ago. Look who is confusing."

 She glared at me pointedly. If only looks could kill. "Stop putting the blame on me." She said through gritted teeth.

 "Then stop acting like a jerk!" I yelled.

 "You are the jerk!" She yelled back.

 I gasped, "How am I the jerk here?"

 "Just shut up Bea!" 

 "Wha--" 

 All of a sudden she pulled me by my hand. The next thing I knew her lips were on mine. My lips tingled and a blazed as she bruised me with her kiss. It was demanding sucking out the air out of me. Her hands cupped my face, thumb caressing my face as she deepened the kiss. My thoughts were hazy while my heart combusted. 

 Poppy.

 Her scent was intoxicating. Her lips were soft and firm like the feelings she were igniting in me. 

 Poppy.

 Her name was a prayer, and a scream into the fogginess of my thoughts. She consumed me. She took away another piece of me as she carved her name into another part of my heart.

 Poppy.

 She was now standing too. Her arms wrapped around my waist pulling me close to her. Her warmth filled me up. I thread my fingers on her hair, caressing as I kissed her with the same intensity.

 Poppy.

 She betrayed me...

 The spell was broken, as the reality pierced through me. I stopped kissing her and pushed her back.

 We were both panting for air. She opened her eyes and looked at me with intensity I never seen before. 

 "Why did you kiss me?" I asked while I used the back of my hand to wipe away the feelings she imprinted on my lips.

 She scoffed, "You are an idiot."

 "Poppy I am tired of you."

 She laughed dryly, "I guess it didn't occur to you that I can be tired too. One moment you made me feel like you like me and then the next you're acting cold."

 "Do I need to spell it out to you Poppy? You back stabbed me when you released that hog calling video. And you think I can still trust you after?"

 She laughed bitterly, "Bea stop being blind! I wasn't the one who released it!" She yelled in exasperation.

 I clenched my jaw and looked at her in the eyes, "Why should I believe you?"

 That left her speechless. I narrowed my eyes at her. I stepped closer and jabbed a finger on her chest, "I had always tried to see you more than your mean words or your mean attitude towards others. I tried so hard to see the real you. I thought I finally manage to." I paused as I wiped away the tears that were streaming down on my face, "But what happened? You only used my vulnerability and attacked me Poppy. Maybe... maybe that was the real you all along I just fooled myself that there was more to it."

 I let my tears fell as I stare at her. She was not showing any emotion. Even her eyes were cold. She was only proving me that I was right.

 "Now answer me, why should I believe you?" I asked again. A single whisper beneath my chest was hoping she would prove me wrong.

 She remained silent as she stared at me.

 I sighed and took a step back. I laughed dryly, "I thought so too. Your silence just proved so many things. Goodbye Poppy."

 I turned around quickly, not wanting to let her see how broken I was. I run out of her room. My tears were uncontrollable by now. It was like my heart was being split into two. My chest was aching as I run towards my dorm.

 My mind was in a mess and I didn't care around my surroundings until I bumped into someone. 

 "Oh sorry," I murmured ready to leave, but the person I bumped to held my arm. 

 I stopped and quickly wiped the tears on my face before I looked at the person.

 "Oh Benji," I spoke, "Sorry I wasn't looking where I was going."

 "Hey, Bea are you alright?" He asked worriedly.

 "Yeah," I plastered the fakest smile I can master. 

 He was standing a little too close for my comfort. That was when I get a whiff of his perfume. Why does he smell like my perfume. A realization hit me. This morning I can't find my perfume - my heart dropped at my stomach at the possibility.

 "Are you sure?" He asked bringing me back to the present.

 I slowly pulled my arm from his hold. "Yeah," I nodded. 

 "You know if you need anyone to talk to, I can listen." He smiled at me.

 I contemplated. Maybe this is my chance to find out if my gut feel is right. I stifled a sigh as I spoke, "Alright Benji. Why don't we hang out in your room?"

 We arrived at his room which was a little smaller than my dorm. 

 "Oh..." I uttered as my eyes scanned his room which was simpler than my dorm.

 "I am here on a full scholarship, and this is the room they gave me," He told me.

 "Wow that is actually harsh."

 He smiled at me, "I know you can see my struggles. Ever since you stood up towards Poppy I knew you would make a difference here at Belvoire. I've been following everything that's been happening between you and Poppy on the The T."

 "Have you now?" I replied nonchalantly as I tried to find my perfume bottle, but Benji stepped in front of me.

 "Totally! You're the best thing that happened in this school." He exclaimed.

 "You think?"

 "There's no question about it. Poppy is probably jealous because you're much prettier and smarter than her."

 I smiled at him, "Benji you know I'm just an average person right?"

 "See you're also humble! Something Poppy lacks. You also stood up to her and Chloe since day one. You even humiliated her on Kick Off Day. And you're nice to her assistant."

 I smiled, "I did all of that huh?"

 "The school is catching up and they can finally see what I see. The future is you Bea." He grinned.

 Okay... That irked me.

 "Actually I've been thinking of ways we can outshine Poppy and her goons,” He continued.

 Hold up. We? I raised an eyebrow as he continued telling me about his plan.

 "Benji," I tried to cut him off, but he only continued.

 "Benji," I tried again, but it was as if he hadn't heard me.

 "Benji!" I said a little louder this time which finally caught his attention.

 He jumped on his spot. He's totally giving me weird uncomfortable vibes.

 I plastered a smile as I speak, "Benji, would you be a doll and run to the dining commons to get me something special. I've been dying to try out their new iced cranberry oolong."

 "But--"He was about to counter, but I cut him off.

 "Benji. I'm parched." I coughed. 

 Panic was written all over his face as he scrambled out of his room murmuring, "Coming right up."

 I swept my gaze around his room. I still failed on finding my perfume bottle when my eyes landed on his computer desktop. Wouldn't be bad sneaking through it, I guess.

 As I browsed through the folders I landed on a folder named 'Poppy's Pathetic truth'. I clicked on it and found evidence after evidence of Poppy and Bradley's dating were fake. 

 I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Somehow my chest felt lighter as the truth sunk into me. They aren't really dating.

 Still a little daze I tried to look more into Bemji's files and found files and folders about me. That was when I spotted something on the corner of the bedside table. My perfume! I walked towards his bed.

 "Is this really mine?" I uttered. The strong smell of my perfume just got stronger. I took his pillow and tried to take a sniff. The strong smell of my perfume wafted in me.

 "No." I uttered in shock.  My heart dropped in my stomach. I flung his pillow across the room knocking his closet door slightly ajar. A chill run my spine when I spot a very familiar red lace from inside.

 "Oh hells! It better be not what I think it is," I mumbled as I took shaking steps towards his closet.

 My hands were shaking as I opened his closet. 

 A disturbing smell and image welcomed me. The smell of rotten food wafted my senses. Benji had a shrine for me, made out of rotten food and my stolen belongings like my comb and red lacy bra. 

 "Hello Bea. I see you found my adoration station," Suddenly Benji’s voice rang behind me.

#fanon poppy #queen b poppy #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #poppy min-sinclair #playchoices

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

May I have a slasher matchup, please?

I am an asexual cis girl who happens to lean-to boys. Though I am known for being shy around them. Yet once I am comfortable, I will become more genuinely cheerful and goofy. Although, I've been told I speak before I think and it tends to be sassy or sarcastic remarks unconsciously. Though I do also have an innocent mindset for my lack of general knowledge, for the way I look at things differently from others. Leading me to be genuinely likable to others

I'm a tan brown girl with dark brown curly hair. A petite figure, 5'6. I have girly, pastel attire. I love vintage things, post-rock, old rock, and jazz songs. I love to draw and express myself through art. My dream is to become an illustrator or some form of artist. Including my love for stuffed animal plushies, dark Grimm stories.

Aloof as well and with a huge imagination, I find myself getting lost. However, because of my habit to overthink things, It may lead me to cry.

Sure thing!

I match you with:

Bo Sinclair!

Other possibilities: Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, ChromeSkull, Jason Voorheese, Bubba Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, The Collector

Even if he may look and sound like a freaking major asshole and btch, he’ll only make sexual comments but will let you be comfortable. He’s in no way gonna hurry you.

Shy? He finds it absolutely cute<3 but he won’t say it

He’ll absolutely tease the hell out of you, just to see you flustered

As much as he is an asshole, he’ll still wait for you to be more comfortable around him.

He can be goofy if he wants too!

Melt whenever he sees you in a good mood, it’s a change from what he normally sees in Ambrose

He’ll go as far as attacking his brothers if they make you sad or hurt you in any way.

Sassy and sarcastic? You’re the perfect match for him! He’s probably the sassiest and the most sarcastic person you’ll ever see.

Instant boner when he learns your more innocent mindset. How can you be so pure?!

He’ll even go as far as to not cuss too much around you, not wanting you to loose your innocence.

His mood will change automatically whenever he sees you, his brothers would even be scared.

But Vincent and Lester absolutely adore you, you’re like a sister to them💕

He doesn’t really care about attire tho, but he loves your pastel and girly style. He’s dying internally when he sees that you’re a ball of innocence.

Will always play with your curly hair❤️ he find you absolutely gorgeous✨

Petite? 5’6”?? Aww!

If you want, he’s got some vintage things he can show you form his childhood. There’s not much, but it’s still something.

You love rock? Heck yes!👏 you’re gonna love his music

He doesn’t really like jazz, but you can still ask Vincent^^

He’s got zero/0/nada/no talent. You’re better off with his brother—

He’ll threaten Vincent to be careful, maybe even look at what he’s doing silently, but only because he wants to know more because of you.

He’ll try to interpret your mood when he looks at your art.

He’d probably even ask tell Vincent to teach you some things.

But 2 min. later he’s gonna be jealous af.

He can never be mad at you, so he’ll just wait impatiently

He supports you 💯/100 and will make sure you become an illustrator, but from home. You’re never gonna leave Ambrose.

He’ll go as far as going in town and buying you a computer and a tablet. More like buying with the cash of his victims but we’re still gonna say buying.

He’ll buy you Grimm stories too💕 he’ll take any book he’d thought you’d like.

And even if he doesn’t like plushies and understands you’re love for them, he’ll buy you some. Anything except those big teddy bears.

Why? Because he doesn’t want “A fcking stuffed animal” to have more of your attention. He’s the only that needs it D:

Aloof? Totally okay! He’s kind of aloof himself /:

He finds it cute that you have a big imagination! Compared to him...

When you’re lost in any way, let him help you, he’s always there for you even if he doesn’t shows it.

He’ll reassure you whenever you feel the need to cry and be your shoulder to cry on, okay? Go to him 💕❤️

#matchup #bo sinclair

[wanderingsindy]

(It was Benny’s birthday the other day, and seeing as he’s SINdy’s best friend, I decided to write up a little one-shot for it.

Please note that this takes place AFTER SINdy and Sammy escape the studio and are trying to return to a normal life, so SINdy’s mother is here and he’s got his memories back of having been Sinclair Lawrence. If you have any questions, the ask box is always open.

Summery: Sinclair decides to surprise his best friend with his first attempt at baking, hopefully he likes it!

Warning: post-escape content, so very minor spoilers, but then again the timeline on this blog is all over the place

Benny the Stitched Demon belongs to @fullmetaldevil-blog while SINdy/Sinclair the Wandering Demon and Confessional the Sin Eater belong to me, trashboatprince, while Juliet Lawrence belongs to pretty much both of us

On with the fic!)

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The loud banging of pots and pans were was stirred Sammy and Juliet from their sleep, which could only mean two things. One, someone broke into their own, or two, their son was up to something.

The latter was the most likely answer and Sammy groaned, getting out of bed to check.

He stumbled into the kitchen, waking up completely as he found the room a mess. It was like something from a cartoon, and considering the figure who was at the counter, that made a lot of sense. He found Sinclair, in his human form, stirring away at a mixing bowl, covered in flour and chocolate powder, having no idea that he was being watched.

“Sin, what the heck are you doing?” He asked, watching the boy nearly jump two feet in the air. Golden, pupil-less eyes looked over at him and the boy smiled, gesturing to his always-present sign, propped up against the coffee maker nearby.

*Today’s Benny’s birthday! I decided that this year I’m gonna make him a cake! I already let him mom know I was gonna do that, but he has no idea!* The sign’s demonic ink writing said while Sinclair looked rather proud of himself.

Juliet peeked over her husband’s shoulder, eyes wide at the mess, before noticing the sign’s writing. “Oh... oh, sweetie, maybe you should have asked before getting into stuff.”

Sinclair blinked, looking around at the mess. Flour was everywhere, he had dropped two eggs, and he had pulled out a lot of pots and pans while looking for the cake pan. *How come?* The sign read. *I didn’t wanna wake you guys up and I wanted to try this on my own! I’ve helped Mrs. Connor a few times, and even Grandpa Gingie’s let me help, but I wanted to try on my own for Benny!*

“And that’s fine, but you... should still ask, especially since you know you’re not supposed to mess with the stove.” Sammy sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Sinclair seemed to consider this, getting down from his step stool, looking sheepish as he approached with his sign. *Am I in trouble? I promise I’ll clean up the mess!*

“You’re not in trouble,” Juliet gave him a tired smile, “but you really should ask first. Come on, let’s finish this up and then we can clean up while it bakes. Are you following the instructions?”

This made the demonic boy blink. *Instructions?*

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After making a second attempt at the cake, in which Sinclair learned that you actually needed to follow a recipe instead of trying to go off of memories of different recipes from different people, the chocolate cake was baking in the oven.

The boy ignored Confessional’s comments in his head about having warned him to look through the cookbooks on the counter before making any attempt at baking. He thought he had it handled, but apparently he had a lot of learning to do!

Like right now, as he watched his mother preparing a raspberry spread for the cake. She had told him that it was a tasty bonus to an already delicious treat, and having filled two cake pans, this would keep the two layers together.

A quick change from human to toon had Juliet finding her son looking like a Bendy knock-off, happily sitting on the now-clean countertop, watching her as she mixed the spread. It was still taking some getting use to, even after a few months, but she loved SINdy as much as she loved Sinclair, which was a lot, considering this was still her boy, it was just... a bit alarming at times.

“So, how are you going to give him the cake, isn’t he in another universe?” She asked as she set the bowl aside and moved to work on making the frosting, letting him help measure out the chocolate for it.

*I’m gonna personally deliver it to him!* SINdy’s sign read as he grinned proudly. *He’s got some stuff coming up on Halloween that’s also for his birthday, I think more stuff is happening then, but I want to give him this today!*

“Do you know what he has planned?”

*Nope! It’s a surprise! It always is, and I love it!* SINdy’s grin grew. Juliet was aware of Benny, having met him a few times since her lost husband and son returned to her life. He was... interesting, a living doll who also looked like Bendy, but not.

He was just as childish as Sinclair, and the two were clearly close. She didn’t really know his whole story, outside of SINdy once explaining that he had his own studio he was locked inside of and suffered years in there as well, but he escaped with his own Tom and Allison and was happily living with them.

Juliet was just happy her boy had a friend, back when he was a living human thirty years ago, he had wasn’t good with other kids. Being a selective mute didn’t help, and now with his lack of voice and relying on a demonic sign... well, it was still troublesome, but he clearly had made friends in other universes! That had to count for something.

The cakes finished and the singer had the demon help her set them aside to cool. “Now, once they’re cooled down enough, we can put on the spread and the frosting. Then you can go bring it to him, but for now, why don’t you got wash up and play.”

SINdy smiled and jumped from the counter, his form changing back to Sinclair, still covered in flour and chocolate powder as he happily ran off to get cleaned up for the day. 

Juliet smiled, watching him leave the kitchen before she let out a sigh. It’s been a few months, but it was still going to take a lot of time to get use to the fact that her once-dead son was back and was now a demon of sorts.

An hour later found Sinclair in the kitchen, carefully using a frosting bag to decorate the cake as best as he could. Despite having spent a while running around with no arms and only floating hands, he still was a bit unsteady with his artistic skills. 

Leaning back, he grinned brightly, rubbing a bit at some of the ink leaking from his eye at his little drawing. He had made an attempt at drawing Benny on the cake, which wasn’t easy with frosting, but the gesture was obvious. It had HAPPY BIRTHDAY written on it and some of the blank space was occupied by star patterns and the like.

“Looks good.” Sammy commented as he peeked over his son’s shoulder. “Now, don’t run with that, don’t want all yours and your mom’s hard work to go to waste.”

*I got it!* Sinclair nodded, getting off the stool he had been standing on and grabbed for the dish cover Sammy had gotten down from a shelf for him. He was gonna have to be very, very careful, it was glass!

He put the cover on the cake, smiling proudly as he took the dish off the counter, standing in the middle of the kitchen. He looked at Sammy and Juliet, seeing the nervous looks on their faces. With a roll of his eyes, he held out the dish and hands appeared from thin air, his mother jumping at the sudden apparition.

In Sinclair’s transformation into SINdy was still shocking, the appearance of the demon Samael, or Confessional as Sinclair called him, was something she would never get use to. She tensed up, watching as a figure appeared out of nowhere, a bit of smoke coming from the human-looking figure.

“I’ll hold onto it for him, better I do it than him, what with his rough landings.” Confessional smirked, dark eyes looking at the boy who stuck his tongue out at him.

Sinclair turned back to his parents, pouting a little, before giving a wave. *Be back soon!* 

A dark puddle of ink formed under the two demons and they sunk into it, the puddle vanishing without a trace when they entered the inky blackness.

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The landing was better than expected, SINdy tumbled out of the wall of Benny’s hut, landing on the pillows under it with a little grace still intact. Confessional stepped out without any problems.

*I’m getting better.* SINdy huffed, dusting himself off as he took the cake from his companion demon, who only chuckled as he vanished into a whisp of smoke. 

Whatever you say, kid. Now, off you go, you have a cake to deliver.

SINdy smiled as he remembered why he was here and left the hut, making his way to the backdoor. He set the cake down and knocked on the door. It took only a few moments before the door was answered and he was looking up at Tom.

“Oh, hey, SINdy.” Tom greeted with a small smile. “Looking for Benny?”

SINdy nodded and Tom called for the plush demon over his shoulder. There was a muffled reply from somewhere else in the home and Tom turned back to the demon in front of him. “He’ll be with you in a second.”

It didn’t take long before SINdy spotted his best friend, rushing towards the backdoor. “SINdy!” Benny greeted, stepped past Tom to give him a hug. “Wasn’t expecting you today!”

SINdy happy returned the hug as best as he could before pulling back. *Of course I’d be by! It’s your birthday, and I’ve got you something!*

Benny blinked, before a big grin came to him. “You got me something? What is it?” 

Holding up a finger, SINdy moved and lifted up the dish, his hands holding it above their heads do Benny couldn’t peek at it. Tom moved aside to let them in, getting what SINdy was trying to do, watching as the two toons moved towards the kitchen table. SINdy set the dish down on it and gestured to it.

Quickly, his form changed to Sinclair and he motioned for Benny to get closer. “Happy birthday, Benny.” He said in a very quiet, raspy voice. It was extremely rare for the boy to speak, considering the damage done to his throat, but he considered this a good time to use his voice, after all, it was a special day!

“Aw, thanks, Sin!” Benny grinned, going in for another hug before looking at the covered treat, gasping. “A cake! You got me a cake!”

*Correction:* Sinclair’s sign read, *I made you a cake! Well, Mom and I made it, but still! Chocolate and homemade raspberry spread!*

“No way!” Benny’s eyes widened, practically shining. “Tom, can we have some of this now?”

Tom, who had been standing nearby, chuckled. “I’ll ask Allison first, no getting into it until we know what she has to say.”

“Okay.” The plush demon nodded, still looking excited, and a wee bit peckish as the tasty treat before it. “Haha, did you draw me? Your artistic skills have improved, you captured my good side!”

He got a snort from the boy next to him. *It’s a talent!* 

It didn’t take long for both Connors to return and Allison was holding a camera. She smiled, getting her son and his friend in close to take a picture of them with the cake. “Alright,” she said, looking at the photo, “you can have a slice, but don’t eat it all at once.”

The boys looked ecstatic as Tom moved to cut the cake for them, each one getting a good size piece. It didn’t take them long to dig right into it, both enjoying the delicious treat.

When they finished, the two went out to play for a bit before it was time for Sinclair to go home.

“I’ll be seeing you for Halloween, yeah?” Benny asked, rocking back and forth on his feet, still giddy from the surprise visit and cake.

*Of course!* Sinclair nodded. *Got my costume ready and everything! And if we time things right, we can trick or treat in my universe!*

“Let’s do that! Double the treats!”

*Yes! We can talk more later, but I gotta head home.* He opened the portal on the wall, looking back at his friend, his grin wide and true. *Happy birthday, Benny! Can’t wait to celebrate more of it with you!* 

END

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It’s a bit late, but I hit a little roadblock with writing it, haha.

I hope you guys liked it! :D 

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #batim #SINdy the wandering demon #benny the stitched demon #sinclair lawrence #sammy lawrence #juliet lawrence #confessional the sin eater #samael the original sin eater #sindy sign #wandering is a terrible sin

[aty-altiria]

THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

Word count: 1683

Universe: Harry Potter, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

Pairings: Fem!Harry/Renato Sinclair (Reborn)

Rating: T

Themes: trail of blood, bar scene, hitman

Summary:  Though he doesn’t know it yet but it’s not actually Renato’s terrible luck that results in that night… it’s actually Holly’s. Personally Renate decides it fits, only he’d find his civilian Sky while trying to kill her.

@whumptober2020

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There was a steady beat in the bar. A thumping aligned with the rhythm of the patrons' hearts. People jumped, danced along, twisted together, they gave themselves to the alcohol and music. They were lost to pleasure, and not one of the regular patrons noticed anything was abnormal with the bar that night. They didn't see the woman sliding through the crowd as if she didn't exist, nor the man pursuing her like a tightly wound beast. Not one person noticed as they bounced to the beat, the trail of blood being quickly obscured by their shoes. They were clueless about that, but Renato was not.

He should have stood out in his suit and fedora. He should have dragged attention from every man or woman near him, especially considering he was the only person in the entire club not moving. Yet somehow, he went overlooked, a sign of a good hitman. This particular hitman had also lost his target in the crowd, far from his worst offence that night. Somehow the woman had taken his first bullet, a lethally aimed shot, and sidestepped near perfectly to avoid being killed. Thanks to her sudden movement, the woman had only been struck across the side. The bullet had gone through her and into the concrete wall, then… she'd bolted. This had caused the chase Renato was currently being forced to undergo.

He could have let her go, but he was somewhat offended she'd managed to avoid him in the first place. How had she known? Had someone snitched? And where had she gone?

The beat rose, the dancing grew more chaotic- and a door closed in the back.

Renato was off like a shot. He took note of smudged blood, all leading to the very same door, and then he burst out of it himself searching already for any hint or sign of her in the back alley the door had led too. Renato skidded to a stop, gun up, preparing to dodge the attack she would aim at him in defence of her own life. He wasn't disappointed. She was ready for him to arrive, though the head-shot missed when he ducked, and it splashed across the wall behind him in a surge of bright red.

Red. Storm flames?

Renato lifted his gun and shot at her, the bullets cracked against the stone walls and splashed against a shield hastily raised by her arm. Renato snarled silently as he stared the woman down. How had she done that? A storm shield? Was she disintegrating his bullets before they reached her?

"So… can I pay you off or something? I really don't want to deal with this." She shuffled on her feet, hand still up to defend but no longer actively attacking him. Probably she was waiting for an opening, well Renato would not give her one. She was, however, painfully civilian despite her attempts to find one. A conundrum that he was beginning to understand. The hit was placed likely because she was a civilian with storm flames; she'd likely been forced toward a family and had denied it. So now she needed to be killed off because some bastard took offence.  

"Then the hit will end up on me," Renato commented with false laziness, "so… no."

Her nose scrunched, and Renato felt something within him stir… something in his flames, something he didn't dare name. "Can I know why you're trying to kill me, at least? Or why I have a 'hit' on me?"

"I don't ask questions. I just kill who I'm paid to kill."

"Bull!" she pointed at him, "there's no way that's true, you definitely know something."

Her eyes locked with his. Renato instantly tried to read her mind and- found her doing the same damned thing. How was she- magic-Potter-travel-running-help-anger-betrayal-orange-sky-

Renato yanked his eyes away from her, but it was too late. He'd seen it. The girl wasn't a storm- she was a fucking sky- he'd kill the bastards who hired him for this. Renato did not mess with skies, civilians or not. Especially not when he was unbonded! By messing with her, he could accidentally get attached, to a civilian no less!

"Not worth it." Renato grouched, trying to play off how spooked the flames she possessed made him. Instead, he turned on his heel and gave her his back, secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't attack him, too civilian for that, "best leave the country Potter, you'll be better off." Don't think about it. Don't think about how someone would be hired after him to kill her, to kill a sky who had absolutely no elements to protect her. Don't think about how he'd seen her flames in his mind and he was already slightly… attached-

No.

"Hey! Wait a second-" the damned woman followed after him. Her shoes hitting the pavement with the finesse of an elephant. She was pathetically civilian, she had absolutely no training, she was not boss material… probably soft. Renato disregarded the fact that she'd dodged his shot and had gotten quite the distance with a bloody wound. That was not civilian, not even if he wanted to think it was. Because if Renato acknowledged that he would also be forced to accept that she could likely be taught to become a proper boss and sky.

"Don't follow me," Renato spat at the sky, attempted to stop her in her tracks before she could touch him. He couldn't allow her to do that. If her flames were strong enough and uncontrolled, she might force a bond, and he was not allowing himself to bond with a civilian sky. Not even if she'd dodged his shot quite unlike any sky before her.

Thankfully for her, she did stop even as she started to ask. "I saw your memories; whats a sky? Is that what I am?"

Apparently, civilian meant fearless. Potter must have taken his dismissal as thought that he wouldn't reshoot her. She was wrong. Renato did not hunt sky's, but if she bothered him enough, he would shoot her. And he wouldn't hesitate either.

"Find out yourself," he snapped and moved to keep walking and-

And she was a heck of a lot faster than she looked. It really should have occurred to Renato that she would be; there had been a reason she'd avoided the lethal shot. Yes, she'd been hit, but she'd moved in an instant, dodged in a moment she'd heard the gun go off. She'd lived. So, of course, she was faster than she looked.

-Holly Potter, the sky who should already be dead under Renato's gun, grabbed his arm. A second later, a breath between heart-beats, long enough for Renato to look in her eyes in horror, and their bond snapped into place. The woman settled herself in his flames as if she'd always been there. Her sky flames, the most powerful he'd ever felt, overwhelmed his senses and damn near dropped him to his knees. No, Renato went so far as to stagger from how overwhelming it was, and she was dragged right with him.

A point to her, Potter tried to keep him upright even though she only reached up to his chest in the height department. But it was for naught as Renato quickly caught himself while his instincts warred. Half of him was basking in it, the flames, of finally getting a bond, of the feelings of a mighty sky. While the other half wanted to rip his arm away, shot her through the head- his flames rebelled against it- and flee.

"What. Have. You. Done." Renato snarled as she staggered. She wasn't prepared for this, hadn't learned what it meant. It meant when he recovered, she collapsed.

Renato automatically caught her-his sky-his: "Dammit." And felt the blood from the wound he'd given her coat his hands. Perhaps it wasn't his flames that had done it, it might have been the blood loss… and now his sky needed a doctor, because of him.

Another damned complication to his life.

Renato's hand lit up in glittering yellow flames. Healing was not precisely his strength, but Renato knew enough to get by. He knew enough to cover a through and through bullet hole anyway. So Renato pressed his to his sky's side, already calculating how to properly train her. The skin of Holly Potter's side knit together, and by the time the wound closed, Renato already had a plan. This sky, this event might just be fortuitous. Vongola's sky had been after him for months, forcing their young skies at him for months in the hopes that Renato would be bound to one of them, leashed to one of them. That plan was now up in flames; Renato could now easily brush off enemy skies because of Potter.

Likewise, Renato would not have to fight other elements for his new sky's attention because she and none. And he could train her in a way that suited his best. Renato could keep her well protected and outside the mafia circles enough that no one would notice her. He would also be keeping her aware enough to survive any hits potentially placed upon her. It would allow him more freedom to trade deals and contracts with families that may have tried to recruit him, such as the Vongola. Renato could turn this to his advantage.

Though, he'd have to remove one family from the face of the planet. They'd put a hit on his sky, that wouldn't sit. Renato would have no one aware of his sky's existence, and he certainly wouldn't abide any who desired her harm.

A smirk crossed Renato's face.

Yes… he could certainly work with this.

#Whumptober 2020 #no.10 #trail of blood #KHR #khr fanfic #HP fanfic #harry potter #fem!harry potter #fanfiction

[the-ever-humming-girl]

Atlantis AU: Drivers Ed

     Milo hadn’t expected it to be this difficult. True, he’d never been behind the wheel of any sort of vehicle in his life, but he’d watched other people drive and they made it look easy enough. It wasn’t.

    Rourke had asked if he could drive and he hadn’t wanted to seem completely inept, so he’d bluffed his way into the driver’s seat a move he was now sorely regretting.

    Once the engine had been cranked and the car was moving, he’d been placed on his own at the head of the convoy. It was nerve wracking. He had a line of angry people behind him, and they were all moving so slowly that walking would have been faster at this point. He knew he needed to give it a bit more gas but not only was he driving for the first time he was also driving up a shallow staircase, taking each step at a slow jerking pace.

    Milo had a white knuckled grip on the steeping wheel and was trying to block out the angry shouts when someone appeared in his peripheral vision. Rourke no doubt, having realized Milo was not in fact “checked out on this class of vehicle”.

    He brought the car to a stop and looked over. It was Lieutenant Sinclair. She stood with her arms crossed, staring him down.

    Oh jeez, he thought, here it comes. This won’t be good. From what he’d been seen so far, she was a practical, non-nonsense woman.

    “Where did you learn to drive?” She demanded; eyebrow raised.

    His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He doubted his bluff would work a second time, but it was worth a try.

    “Bumper car at Coney Island?” He hadn’t meant for it to come out as a question but somehow with those intense blue eyes of hers pinning him to the spot he was a lot less sure of himself.

    Both her eyebrows went up at his comment. She drew in a slow breath as if trying to think of a response. Finally, she spoke.

    “Who put you on point?”

    Milo though she probably had a fairly good idea. He fidgeted, rubbing his hands back and forth on the steering wheel. “Uh, Commander Rourke did.”

    “And he was informed of your previous experience?” There was emphasis on the last two words.

    Milo nodded and Helga frowned. Clearly, she didn’t agree with the commander’s decision, and he couldn’t blame her.

    “Well, Mr. Thatch, outside of Coney Island, bumper cars are something to be avoided at all costs.” Something had shifted slightly in her face, he noticed, and her voice held a note of amusement. It annoyed him that she found his situation funny, and he clenched his teeth. They had only just started their journey and already he seemed to be the target of someone’s jokes. He decided to get out of the truck then and there. Helga could find someone else to lead and he’d ride in another vehicle.

    Milo pulled the brake and turned, one foot already on the ground. He jerked back in surprise however when she raised a hand in the universal “stop” signal.

    “Stay put, Mr. Thatch.”

    He expected her to say they would tow the truck behind another instead he watched in confusion as she walked around the other side of the vehicle and climbed in.

    “What the heck are you doing?” She seemed determined to ride as a passenger and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why.

    She settled back in the seat and her next words made him feel more that a little apprehensive.

    “I’m going to teach you to drive.”

    Milo gazed at her a few moments while trying to think of something to say. Finally, his brain and mouth reconnected. “Have I not made it abundantly clear that I shouldn’t be behind the wheel?”

    She sighed. “Yes, Mr. Thatch. That’s why I said I’d teach you.”

    “Now?” he asked her. It seemed the worst time for him or anyone else for that matter to be learning anything. He thought of all the trucks in the waiting convoy behind him and imagined he could feel the annoyance of everyone being held up by his inability to drive.

    She looked at him and her eyebrows were up again. “Do you have anything better to do at the moment?” The question was tinged with sarcasm.

    Okay, two could play that game. “Yes, actually I could be getting out so you could drive.”

    She opened her mouth, but her response was cut short by an angry voice approaching.

    “Are you going to get that damn truck moving, civilian, or do I need to put my boot in your ass?” An angry man in a dark green uniform appeared at the side of the truck but stopped short when he saw who was in the passenger seat.

    Helga folded her arms across her chest and regarded him coolly. “Keep up that kind of talk, Mr. Jeffries, and you’ll find out.”

    He seemed thrown off and gave one awkward nod before turning and abruptly walking away.

    Helga turned her attention back to Milo. “This is the twentieth century, Mr. Thatch. You can either adapt to the changing times or be dragged along kicking and screaming. It’s your choice.”

    Milo sighed but didn’t answer. Coney Island had in no way prepared him for the twentieth century. Then again, he’d been nine years old at the time and eighteen ninety-one seemed a long time ago.

    She spoke again. “Mr. Thatch, I’m offering to teach you. The question is, are you willing to learn?”

    He thought of what Rourke had said, “Everyone pulls double duty. Everyone drives, everyone works.” Milo was willing to do his share of the work and if Helga Sinclair was willing to teach him, he was willing to learn. Let it never be said Milo Thatch was a quitter.

    “Okay,” he said squaring his shoulders and meeting her eyes. “Tell me what I need to do.”

*

    At first, Milo found the clutch and shift a bit tricky but as the day wore on it started to get easier. Lieutenant Sinclair was patient and thorough in her teaching and Milo wondered if he hadn’t misjudged her, and she hadn’t been laughing at him but had been genuinely amused at what had been said.

    They passed the day in shifts with Milo alternately translating the journal and watched Helga drive, then getting behind the wheel himself while Helga guided him. It became easier as the day wore on and by the time they stopped to make camp for the night Milo felt like he almost had it figured out.

    “You did well, Mr. Thatch.” Helga congratulated him. “You still have a ways to go but you’re learning fast.”

    He smiled. It felt good to know he was doing something right. “Well, we’ve got a few days to devote to driving lessons, at least.”

    That slightly amused expression appeared on her face again. “Mr. Thatch, we have however long it takes us to complete this journey. The Commander has put you with me.”

    That was how Milo Thatch found out he’d been paired with Helga Sinclair for the entirety of the expedition.

#30 days of writing prompts #atlantis: the lost empire #helga sinclair #milo thatch #my fanfics #fanfiction.net #ao3 #and the world goes 'round

[sweet-slashers]

Could I get headcanons for slashers with a partner who's into musical theater and/or is an actor?

Bubba sawyer

- musical?

-bubba would love to see a musical yet it will be hard since he's not use to crowds or loudness

- bubba never seen one in person before unless you count what people do on the tv as he seen plenty of those.

- bubba did had the casual having a crush to certain people on tv as actors , on magazines or live on tv singing. Bubba loves when people sing (listening to radio all his life).

- if an actor than forget the career since you know what the family does now , there's no escape.

- bubba use his imagination for the musical on tv or actors in his mind. The music takes the stress out from his daily chores.

- there's a chance bubba would be a fan of you if actor as he has every cut out picture of you and it's around his walls or a book. His brothers might tease him but he doesn't let it get to him.

Michael Myers -

- yeah about that...

- if you're an actor than you can forget about it as in your house has the town's most dangerous serial mask killer and Michael isn't going to let you go out much as your used to.

- musical is a okay thing as he doesn't mind that yet don't expect him to go to one. One day had killed someone who had tickets to your favorite musical, gives it to you but isn't going.

- if you do go to one that happen to be in town than he expect you to return home after it ends no but or if.

- Michael has seen few musicals on tv or people singing.

- oh there's no touching or kissing scenes with you unless you want the whole or half crew to go missing...

Jason voorhees

- never been to one before or meet an actor.

- jason knows his mother would listen to music or it would play on the tv at the time he was a kid.

- however life isn't easy if you're an actor because you're basically staying with a well known camp killer who seeks revenge. word might get around about it.

- jason does like to listen to music as it relaxes him.

- there's no kissing on you because if jason sees than it's over for the person and who's responsible for that part.

Thomas Hewitt

- has seen those on tv and actors singing.

- thomas had his imagination of what it would be like to be like them or what they would do behind the scenes.

- thomas is a jealous man not what you can do but if someone was touching or god forbid a kiss scene. Thomas isn't letting that happen.

- also your acting career may be over soon since you know their secret and no one has ever made out alive to tell.

- muscials are interest to him as he had seen it on tv again but never seen one in person. Hoyt has his opinion but wouldn't say it around Thomas.

Hannibal lecter

- pretty sure he been to many in his life.

- loves certain musicals and lives for the classy style music.

- hannibal lecter imagines he's conducting his own music with music playing in background.

- he would love to hear about your experience in the acting world.

Brahms heelshire

- maybe his parents love it but not much from him.

- his parents probably went every so often with him when he was a kid.

- heck they brought a small group of people to play instruments for their parties and had actors play the classical plays.

- you be suprised to know about it and actors his parents had met at the time. It takes some convincing for him to make you go to one.

- with acting career is different as he doesn't want you in any situation of touch or kissing unless it's him.

Bo sinclair

- they do have a theater in the town

- yet acting career is done as bo is a jealous man and he doesn't want anyone to be touchy or kiss on you for a scene.

- they probably have some play types of classic ones that can be shown in the movie room with the wax people.

- Vincent does like any of those famous classic plays that everyone knows.

Vincent sinclair

- loves musicals

- I can see him being a theater boi.

- bo might think it's stupid but not to him and lester has no idea as he sees it people in just customs doing their thing.

- like bo , Vincent is worried about the acting career as he doesn't want you to go and fall for someone awhile out of the town.

- vincent will want you to stay in the town and finds a way how.

Carrie white

- she knows the church plays

- mother takes her all the time to one growing up.

- anything other than that was just a sin to her.

- carrie would love to see one of your performances one day.

#bubba sawyer #jason voorhees #michael myers #carrie white #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #thomas hewitt #hannibal lecter #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #horror slashers

[profound-boning]

Finally getting to watch 15x14 Last Holiday! A summary of my reactions:

I am so ready for Dean in a nightgown you don’t even know

But also we love a man who wears an apron! It’s not covering his torso which is the actual thing that should do but HEY he’s trying I think!

I love their banter sm

Hopefully you either finished making your burgers or you turned off the stove, Dean!

GO LUIGI HSDKFJHSJH

Turn it off and turn it back on again sure why not

Also I love his point of reference for that was a computer virus like honey no...

MEAT MAN COMIN TO TOWN I can’t stand him

The Scooby Doo boxer briefs. I’m ... due to personal reasons, I’ll be passing away

I’m ... not thrilled by this dialogue around her being a housekeeper because the MEN of letters were too BUSY and IMPORTANT to take care of their living quarters but like where does this rank with all the other shit writing idk

The Bunker has been in...standby mode? Okay okay make this good now

H E C K

Dean I know you are better at talking to kids than that, I’m disappointed

I hope they bond!! That would be great for him

IGNORING YOUR TRAUMA DOESN’T MAKE IT HEALTHY

HOLD UP

THE WINCHESTER BROTHERS

ARE TALKING ABOUT

TRAUMA????????????????????? ON MY CW’S SPN??????????????????

WOW

IGNORING YOUR TRAUMA

DOESN’T

MAKE IT

HEALTHY

!!!

Well that was easy LMAO but I’m glad they got their win :)

Aw Christmas decorations!! DEAN IS SO EXCITED I’M GOING TO CRY JUST LEAVE ME ALONE WHILE I CRY OVER HIM MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY

Interesting she can tell Jack isn’t human but not exactly what he is, or maybe she was being facetious? IDK

I’m skating over Dean flashing Sam because like that was so unnecessary? When I tell people my clothes are soft I don’t start stripping...

WHATEVER HE’S ADORABLE LOOK AT THAT HAT!

“Smoothies? I want one!” I hate him!

HIS FACE when she hands him the tomato juice same baby same

WORRIED ABOUT YOUR CHOLESTEROL JFKSJDFHSKJH

I think they will enjoy this new routine hm

I am so happy Jack was there and they had this talk! He really needed it and I’m so happy for him.

Of course that was sus as heck but you know we’re going to put that aside for now!

I love a montage, and being right!

DEAN WITH THE BAZOOKA AND SAM WITH MJOLNIR AAHHH

Omg WAIT we’re celebrating Sam’s but “at Dean’s age” he wouldn’t want to celebrate his birthday??????? HUH

Oh okay she was just giving him a hard time about the Rice Krispies lmaoooo sorry babe

Oh SHIT okay so before he watches the film, is she a test subject? Experiment? I’m super intrigued

So they “captured” the wood nymph from the Thules, was she under their care or were they cruel to her? My guess is the latter, obviously, because, you know.

Ripping a head off is pretty dope but I can see why you might feel nervous!

HE USED SON OF A BITCH AH LITTLE BABY

SAM IS GOING ON A DATE????????????????????????????????

He looks so cute :) She wants to TRIM his HAIR?? N O

Omg Dean being the goofy older brother but he’s so PROUD!!!

Aw his Dean Cave TV :’)

Uh oh Jack heading off into a confrontation

UH MRS BUTTERS WAIT JUST A MINUTE, YOU OUT OF POCKET

Jack :(((((((((((((((((

That was even more devilish than I was expecting, bravo

I like that we are revisiting this argument about “all” monsters and how black and white hunting could or could no be, depending on the hunter of course. I am ready to see Jack’s Dads in action to defend him ASAP but I am deeply sad that Misha/Castiel couldn’t be in this episode!

I prepared to write a novel on that entire interaction between Dean and Mrs B: his excitement over the sandwich, how he immediately reacted to what she said, putting the sandwich down, mourning her preemptively when she mentioned killing “your mother”, and how he offered her a way out if she didn’t try to kill Jack

Good job on Sam for playing along, just like Dean, using their smarts to throw her off

Dean literally chose to wait in the dungeon for Sam to get home rather than interrupt his date with Eileen, because Sam was his responsibility and that included Sam’s happiness and personal growth over Dean’s personal safety, in this essay I will

“Do you still think I’m a monster” UGH MY HEART

I’m proud of Dean for saying all of that! It is hard to move on from pain like that but when Dean looks at Jack he knows he has to try.

Sam defending Jack I love this song

EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME?????? I haven’t had to hide from a spn scene in years but holy that was not gonna work for me no fucking thanks!!

Also proves me correct before, she was an experiment, straight up tortured and manipulated by Cuthbert Sinclair

“Pain is weakness leaving the body” JSKUFHSKUH

The standoff! I love it!

It’s sad that she thought she couldn’t go back to the forest and that even though he tortured her she was still so loyal and missed him. Trauma, anyone?

Releasing her, a “monster” back into the world. That’s what they do instead of killing!

Jack and Sam bonding!!!!!!!!!!

DEAN

BAKED

HIM

A

BIRTHDAY

CAKE

LOOK AT THE SPRINKLES

AND THE ICING FOR HIS NAME

I’M WEEPING

WHERE IS CASTIEL

“Make a wish” hmmmm?

Alright so yes I had issues with the writing but in the end this was decent and I’m just so damn happy to see them all again

#could be gayer #s15 #15x14

[easilydistractedbyfanfic]

The 100 Final Season Speculation Tag

Thank you for the tag, @bellarkes-hope​! This is fun to think about and I like reading everyone’s answers!

1. Which character are you most excited to learn the endgame of: I’m not sure if “excited” is the word - more like ANXIOUS! Ha! But, no surprise here - I’m most interested in Raven & Murphy’s endgame

2. Which character are you most excited to learn the backstory of: I definitely would love more backstory on Becca Franco, which would then lead to Cadogan & Second Dawn, all of which I’m interested in. But I also want to know what Diyoza’s been up to in the Anomaly. 

3. One character who deserves a new look: Diyoza! Let’s have her come out of the Anomaly (or when whoever goes IN) looking kind of fresh and fancy. Also, same for Indra, honestly! I love Indra’s awesome look but I would not be upset to see her updated for the last season. 

4. Two locations you want to revisit: Becca’s Lab for sure! I find everything there interesting and think there’s a lot more to explore. Also lets go back to Cadogan’s Office/The Office in the bunker - there’s some FASCINATING photos behind the desk and that seal on the wall that MIGHT be “Becca’s Crypt” still seems relevant...

5. Three brotps you hope get more screentime: I would like to see Octavia & Diyoza, Raven & Diyoza and probably Murphy & Jordan (although I was amused at Murphy & Gabriel’s interactions too)

6. Who will get the happiest ending: Oh man... this question haunts me. I don’t know if anyone is going to get to be “happy” but I really would like to see hopefulness at the end of the story. I could be satisfied if Raven & Murphy die as long as they actively choose to die together. Do I want that? Not really, but it would give them autonomy over something that happens to them and characters in this world rarely seem to get that. I would very much like for Raven to be happy but I’m not sure the writers know what that IS for her any longer. A new rando dude that she’s known for 12 days doesn’t feel like happily ever after to me, soooo....

7. Which minor or new characters you want to see more of: I don’t want new characters. Let me say that again. I DON’T WANT NEW CHARACTERS. Yes, I know we’re going to get some but I don’t want to focus on them AT ALL. Now that said - we’ve already got Russell & Diyoza and I think that the two of them going up against each other would be fantastic. Also, give me Becca always and jeez can we get some more Jordan?!

8. Who will eventually snap Jordan out of the funk we see him in, at the end of 6x13: Personally I would like this to be Murphy. I think it definitely needs to be a member(s) of Spacekru

9. Who will be the first to tell Bellamy he can’t immediately run into the Anomaly after Octavia: Well if it happens right away, then probably Echo, since that’s who he was with at the end of s6. But if they go back to Sanctum to report on what happened and how Octavia disappeared, then maybe it could be Clarke. 

10. To reference Monty’s ‘do better’ mantra: Raven would be a good choice, Echo too

11. To say 'go float yourself’: Would love this to be Jordan, LOL

12. Random object or prop you would bring back for Season 7 if you could: Ohhh... well I definitely think we’re going to see more of Becca’s Notebook, and I’m here for whatever esoteric info is in that sucker! Raven is on the case! But also - man man man I really wanna see the tattoos of this world come to MEAN SOMETHING! Lemme see more of Gaia’s Flamekeeper tattoo and how it connected to Titus and the seal in the Second Dawn bunker! Lemme see if the leaf jewel Simone wore in her hair is actually the reference to the Broadleaf clan in Grounder history that I want it to be. I want to know what all those tattoos on McCreary meant and how about Shaw too. I have THOUGHT about this stuff and I wanna know SO BAD! Also - I would NOT be mad to see the soccer ball make yet another appearance! 

13. Book One storyline/reference you want to see back for Season 7: Well it isn’t a broad storyline but I really loved the Raven part of the story where she accepted that Finn wasn’t right for her because he didn’t love her “the way I want to be loved” in 1x10. That was a tough conclusion for her to come to and I really appreciated that she was acknowledging her self worth at the same time she was choosing not to hate Finn or really even to blame him. But since then she’s had a lot of self doubt, hasn’t felt like she’s that worthy of being happy, and has struggled with her capabilities (ie guilt from not being able to get Spacekru off the Ring/being willing to die because of it). Feels like s6 brought so many of the s1 personalities back (yikes) so I’d love to see Raven get her confidence back and recognize that she’s more than worthy. Heck, this isn’t a bad storyline for all the characters, really. 

14. Dead character you would like mentioned: I’m always thrilled with a Sinclair reference, but really Harper and Monty should be mentioned along with the other delinquents who died too. Also it was rad to see Pike in s6 so heck add him in and while I’m at it lets talk about Luna and “it’s not your blood that defines you, it’s your heart”! Hello, that’s relevant with all our new nightbloods, isn’t it?!

15. How do you think Hope and Octavia know each other (from season 6): Definitely seems like Octavia helped raise Hope during her time in the Anomaly. Maybe when Octavia came back to Sanctum, could be that Hope was like 12 or something, so seeing Hope come out of the Anomaly as an adult made Octavia feel so emotional. The idea of Octavia & Diyoza as either co-parents or honestly with Diyoza as pseudo-mom to both of them pleases me. 

16. How do you think it all will end?: I’m struggling not to just post a photo of that dumpster on fire that’s going around about 2020, LOLOLOL. But I mean... I’ve been burned by other shows so I don’t have a lot of confidence here. I’m really hoping for both an ending that feels at least a bit hopeful but also is true to CHARACTER arcs through the series, not simply whatever the plot of s7 turns out to be. Call me Fox Mulder but I WANT TO BELIEVE - I want to believe that humanity isn’t just some plague across the universe. So... I’ll speculate that a group of survivors is either landing back on Earth or at least heading there at the end of the show. I think we need to fix what we break, and of course that means going back to our own planet. This would not be disappointing to me, so maybe the view of a renewed green Earth is the last shot we get, but instead of just being one or two people looking down, it’s everyone who has made it back. I dunno... FWIW I haven’t rewatched shows that have ended poorly, so I hope t100 doesn’t have me abandoning the world they created. 

(Don’t freak fellow Murven fans - I will never abandon THEM! And whatever ending we get, I’m sure I’ll have some stories in response to it!)

Tagging - literally ANYONE who wants to play! And feel free to tag me because I like reading these! @osleyakomwonkru @hopskipaway @ghostmontygreen @raveniisms @jarleene @beesreadbooks @mobi-on-a-mission @arkadiaschancellor @the100-theories @kinetic-elaboration @awesomenell65 @star-sky-earth @tracylorde @johnmurphysass @mamabearsdontthink

#the 100 #the 100 ask games #the 100 s7 speculation #t100 s7 spec #the 100 s7 theories #who knows WHAT is going to happen at this point #just don't ruin my faves mmmkay s7?