do you know in the darkest hour part 2 when lancelot and merlin went back to the knights and arthur but lancelot walked in first solely to give arthur a panic attack that merlin was dead, only to have merlin walked up five seconds later?? what assholes. what honest to god jerks. i love it. they literally planned that out. they stood outside that ruined castle, about to walk in together, but then one of them was like “wait wait wait, hang on. dude. i got an idea. everyone will go crazy.” and i am willing to bet all the money i have on this earth that it was lancelot’s idea
Both Holmes and I had a weakness for the Turkish
bath. It was over a smoke in the pleasant lassitude
of the drying-room that I have found him
less reticent and more human than anywhere else.
On the upper floor of the Northumberland Avenue
establishment there is an isolated corner where two
couches lie side by side, and it was on these that
we lay upon September 3, 1902, the day when my
narrative begins. I had asked him whether anything
was stirring, and for answer he had shot his
long, thin, nervous arm out of the sheets which
enveloped him and had drawn an envelope from
the inside pocket of the coat which hung beside
him. (From “The Illustrious Client”)
Just some random thoughts and theories about Ackerman Clan.
We do learn from Granda Ackerman that Ackermans used to be a close family to the royals, just like East Sea Clan. What made them different was that they were the shield and the sword of Royal Family. At Chapter 93, we also learn that they are a myth only royal family knows.
At dark ages, Eldia Empire enslaved Marleyans and so told tried to etchnically erased them over 1700 years, of course as Kruger said so logically, this makes no sense.
What if like Eldians were trying to make humans more titan-like, what if they were making experiments on Marleyans like Titan Chemistry Research Society is doing on Eldians recently? And the conclusion of those experiments are Ackerman Clan?
We don’t know much about Dark Ages where Eldia Empire ruled, what we do know is not reliable and changed by many people many times. But R.I.P Eldia Empire and Marley Empire are more alike than any Marley would be able to acknowledge.
Eldia defeated Ancient Marley Empire, relied too much on Titan powers and got defeated by Marley thanks to their super power human brain a hundred years ago.
And now, Marley is cornered at a close situation. They relied too much on Titan power that Mid-East Empire was nearly defeating them with their super power aka developed tech and they also know if they do not stop relying on Titan Power, they are done for.
It is really like a wheel that keeps turning endlessly, one time Marley is at top, one time Eldia.
If those who are at the top of it really did and are crush the ones at bottom, this would be just another piece to show how similar they actually are.
So what I am saying here is what if Ackermans actually Marleyans that somehow got injected with Titan powers? That would explain a lot. That would explain why King Fritz can’t control them even though they are not Eldians yet how monstrously strong they are even though they are humans. Not Marley, not Eldian, something in between. Outcasts that can’t be controlled other than one thing.
I wonder if the actual reason Ackermans have lieges is to keep them under control. They can reach the great power that lies within them only if they choose a liege they are going to serve under. They gain a great control over their body and mind in order to be under control of that one person.
For a long amount of time, these people were chosen from royal family. After Ackermans rebelled to King with East Sea Clan, they also gained the freedom to choose their own liege yet they still are the slaves of their great strength and their lieges thanks to blood running through their veins. Yet again, they still have free will and they still can make individual choices. Maybe, the hanged Ackerman chose to give up on his life and the status Ackermans have within royals and chose to rebelled to gain this freedom. Even if it is just a little bit.
It would be fitting to learn that Ackermans are some kind of genetically changed Eldian - Marley hybrid instead of super mysterious magical winged ninth titan.
Hey! I love ur art (LIKE I CAN SEE ALL MY FANDOMS) May I see some Lancelot?(Lance x Lotor)
Thank you so much !! C:
You know I am not really a Lancelot shipper… BUT I LOVE THEM. Like I love them as best bros. That Lotor is like the other dude Lance hangs out beside Hunk. Or that Lotor is always flirting with Lance and Lance is: “Noooooo”
So sorry. But here you have them as best bros chilling and having sleep overs xD
i always get a little miffed when i see apollo refered to as “the only man artemis ever loved” because no he wasn’t there was this dude named orion who accidentally stumbled on her hunting camp one time and she got all “hey fuck off im not having any of your rapey shit” but he was just like “dude wtf no its night time in the forest and youve got a campfire i just want to get warm” and she was like “???? okay?? this is weird and i don’t trust you but whatever” and they got to talking and they became the bestest hunting buddies ever and then apollo showed up like “oh HELL no youre not having your way with my sister” and tried to kill orion but artemis was like “damn it you sunbaked asshole think before you attack do you really think i couldnt have killed this guy on my own if i wanted to? hes cool af okay ima be mad as hell if you hurt him” and apollo was like “oh okay i get it i have to be sneaky about the fact that im a jealous fucknut who wants to kill this dude just because youre hanging out with him instead of me” so he gave orion a dream where he got killed by a fucking 10 foot scorpion and when he woke up there was an actual 10 foot scorpion outside his house so he did what any reasonable motherfucker would do and grabbed his gods damn sword to try and kill it but it was too strong and it pushed him back into the sea so he just goes “fuck this shit ima swim for it” and then apollo went to artemis and was all like “hey i saw this dude rape and kill a girl and i could have killed him myself but i thought youd want to do it” and artemis is all “youre damn right i do” and she shoots an arrow through orion’s face from so far away that his head looked like a tiny dot on the water at which point apollo just starts laughing like “haha lmao you said i couldnt kill him so i got you to do it for me also btw i lied about seeing him do some shit see ya” and fucks off to leave artemis alone with her dead best friend so she does what gods always do when shit goes down and hangs orion in the stars and goes to kill the scorpion but you know apollo didnt like that too much so he tries to send his fuckening scorpion up there to get orion a second time but artemis fuckin swats it and the scorpion ends up on the other fucking end of the sky so it never comes anywhere near him and theyre not even up there during the same months so since orion’s up there trying to hunt down that fucking scorpion and it’s trying to obey apollo and kill him, they just chase each other in circles for all eternity BUT orion got the better end of that deal because his belt is one of the most recognizable asterisms in the sky and i fucking dare you to tell me what scorpio looks like.
“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.
“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”
“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.
“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”
“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”
“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”
“I’m magic,” Stiles raises his hands in the air and puts on a serious facial expression. “I have the sixth sense.”
“The sixth sense, huh? Is that what they’re calling bullshit these days?”
Stiles’ lips purse down hard, but he still smirks. Derek wonders if there’s any single facial expression that Stiles can make that isn’t in some way at least slightly amused, whether at himself or the expense of others. “Non-believers aren’t welcome at my table, Derek.”
Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.
In Which Stiles: is accosted by unhappy witches, becomes friends with fire demons, is rescued by darkly handsome wizards, discovers hidden inner depths, is introduced to princes, and finds true love. Though not necessarily in that order.
(Or the Howl’s Moving Castle AU fusion fic you never knew you wanted but are delighted to have.)
It takes him a while to actually notice it’s not just Stiles sprawled across their couch, but to be fair to him, he isn’t really thinking about anything but finally getting some sleep and maybe liberating one of the cookies that Stiles thinks are well hidden behind the microwave. He’s half way to covering the boys up with a blanket when he finally notices.
That is definitely not Scott McCall.
It is in fact definitely Derek Hale. Derek Hale the 26 year old. Who his son is currently lying on, head tucked under Derek’s chin, Derek’s hands clenched in the back of his t-shirt.
“Um,” the Sheriff says. He wasn’t prepared for this.
In order to keep the identity of the teacher he’s been seeing a secret, Derek’s been withdrawing from his pack and family. Cora, frustrated with his alienation and a little lonely, clings to the first nonjudgmental person who offers companionship – which happens to be that odd Muggleborn Revenclaw who’s always hanging around the Gryffindor common room.
She hasn’t befriended Stiles for Derek’s sake, but Derek just might reap the benefits anyway - if he pulls his head out of his ass and quit the stupid self-sacrificing act.
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies.
“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.
Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.
A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.
There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. –
Prompt: In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.
“Don’t be such a wuss. You don’t want to die, do you? This is the only way to keep you safe from the Alpha pack.”
“Why not Danny? He’s actually gay, kind of adorable, and doesn’t look at me like he wants to shut me up…with his teeth.” Stiles threw his arms out in front of him, Scott shook his head for the thousandth time. “Why not?”
How Stiles went from hating Derek, to wanting to cuddle him, to hating him again, to kissing his boo-boo’s, to waxing poetic, then finally laying his life on the line to save him. Funny how things turn out.
Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.
He just didn’t have the tan.
(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)
“You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly.
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.”
“George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.”
(Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)
January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.
The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.
Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.
Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.
Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale’s Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can’t). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.
It’s a quiet life…until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.
The circus has something Stiles needs—a ticket into the Haven of Santa Francesca. His father has been abducted, and Stiles is determined to get him back no matter what he has to do.
But Stiles has another secret, one that puts him and every member of the circus in danger. And if he’s not careful, it could get them all killed.
I'm listening to the PotO 25th anniversary recording
And I forgot how much Erik gives me secondhand embarrassment.
Here is a guy who built palaces and torture chambers and basically smooth-talked and murdered his way across the Western Hemisphere but when it comes to seducing a woman he’s like, “Mirror. A mirror works. She shan’t see me when I court her that way; perfectly normal male courting behavior.”
Can you imagine how he would have short-circuited if Christine straight up asked him what the deal was?
“Look, by now, I know you’re not a ghost. You’re some dude hanging out in my dressing room.”
“I know you’re still in there. I can hear you hyperventilating.”
“…..No, you can’t.”
“You’re fogging up both sides of the mirror.”
“…….That is ghost air.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the cops right now.”
Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.
“I said, where the hell
is Park Jimin?” The middle one yelled again, looking all around the café
Everyone stayed quiet, and
even some of them stepped back, scared by the sudden outburst. Yoongi, who was
sat beside you, leaned in against the couch and simply watched the whole scene,
almost like he was expecting for this to happen.
“Easy there, I’m
here” Jimin said, stepping away from the darts and walking towards him.
“So, who wishes my oh so grateful presence?”
You couldn’t understand how
he could be so calm and collected at a time like this, especially when the man
looked ready to hit him right in the nose.
“You” He said with
a red face, pointing at Jimin “Who do you think you are?”
“Well, according to my
birth certificate, I am Park Jimin, twenty one years old, and-”
“Don’t you dare mocking
me!” The man yelled, with the vein in his neck becoming more and more prominent.
Yet, Jimin still seemed unfazed. He stepped away from the man and walked
towards Jungkook, taking a few arrows out of his hand.
“You and I have some
things to take care of, don’t you think?” The man said. Jungkook gulped,
nervously as did the rest of them, but Jimin simply smiled at him.
You didn’t know how to react
and your emotions were all mixed together. Who was the man and what did he
wanted to talk to Jimin about? Either way, things didn’t seem to be good
between them, and by the looks of it, they never were.
Jimin took a step back and
threw a dart that he had on his hand, which the man caught, in between his
fingers, right before it touched the board.
“C'mon man! That was a
perfect one!” He whined, moving his arm dramatically.
However, after that, there
was a sudden silence. The air was heavy and you bit your bottom lip in anticipation,
not knowing what was going to happen next.
Jimin must have looked at you and at your nervous expression because he
sent you a small smile, as some sort of reassurance that everything was going
to be alright.
“Her” The man
said, pointing at you. “Who is she, Jimin? I saw you with her on the other
night. I wonder if she-”
“Don’t you even
dare-” He started to say while walking after him. The man raised his arm
and signalled with his fingers for his men to stop him. They grabbed Jimin by
both arm and pulled him back, not allowing him to move.
This was the first that you
have ever seen Jimin both nervous and angry, and you sure didn’t want to see
him like this more often. He had a red face and bawled his hands in to fists,
not to mention that his cheekbones were more noticeable from gritting his teeth
The man walked, slowly, like
he was teasing him, until he was in front of you. He then got on his knees and
grabbed your face in between his fingers, with a perverted smile on his face.
“Let go of her”
Jimin said, while trying to break free from the other men’s grip.
darling” The man continued, completely ignoring him. “I think that
you would look even prettier like this” He said putting a strand of your
hair behind your ear. “See.”
His hands were raspy and you
turn your face away from him at his touch. He smelled like nicotine and cheap
booze and that made you want to throw up.
“I said, let go of
her” Jimin repeated, this time a bit louder.
“Or what?” The man
said, getting up “What are you going to do?”
Jimin was gritting his teeth
in anger when the man stood in front of him, laughing.
You could see that Jimin was
trying his best to control himself by biting on his bottom lip, but the minute the man mentioned you again he
just couldn’t handle it anymore. Jimin kicked him right on his stomach, making
him fall down, groaning in pain. You stayed back, with a shocked look on your
However, you weren’t the
only one, as all of them were looking at him with their mouths hanging open.
“Dude, you just looked
like James Bond!” Jungkook said, way to excited, and Jimin laughed.
“You little bastard.”
The man said. By the time he finally got up Jimin had dodged away from the men’s
grip and stood behind one of the counters chairs, lowered.
You looked at Yoongi in
hopes of convincing him to get up and stop all this madness, but he simply stood
back and watched.
“Let them be”.
Yoongi whispered to you “He can deal with them all by himself.”
The man walked towards Jimin
and lifted him you by the collar of his shirt, furious, forcing him to stand
“Well, hide and seek
and never my forte” Jimin laughed stepped away from him.
If his goal was to piss him
off he sure as hell was doing a very good job. The man tried to punch him again
but failed miserably as Jimin dodged his face away from his hand and run away
Jungkook tried to help Jimin
out but the men stopped him, each one grabbing him by his arms. The pink haired
girl and Peyton were in the corner, hugging one another, with a scared look on
their faces, not daring to make a single move.
The man got down, supporting
himself on his legs, trying to catch his breath from running after Jimin inside
the café. However, soon his expression turned from a tired one to a blank one,
and then his mouth started to slowly show a smile, like had just had one of his
most brilliant ideas ever. You recognised that look from your father’s face
when he remembered something, and it usually wasn’t a very good thing, since
that, most of the time, he ended up injuring himself.
You were expecting that he
would call his men and then they would go after Jimin or something, but instead
he started walking towards you and you froze in your place.
“Get her out of
here” Jimin yelled at Yoongi, as soon as he realized what he was about to
“Why would you do that?
The three of us were going to have so much fun!” The man said, with a fake
tone of disappointment in his voice.
“Let her be, she has
nothing to do with any of this.” Jimin said, putting himself in the space
gap that there was between you and the man. “You can do whatever you want
with me, punch me or whatever, but don’t touch her.”
You were now standing up and
Jimin was holding you securely behind him, protecting you from him. At that moment, everyone stopped moving and
all eyes were focused on the three of you.
“Well, you just left me
even more curious, Park Jimin. I wonder what there is about her that makes her
so special.” He said while reaching out to touch your arm.
Jimin slapped his hand away
from you and pushed him back, making him loose his balance momentarily and fall
“I said, leave her get
out of this” Jimin repeated in an angered voice. He had his head down but
by the way that he had his hands bawled in to fists you could tell that he want
very happy. He swung his arm back and punched the man right on his nose.
“You little piece of
fucking shit.” The man said, in pain, while covering his face.
“C'mon I didn’t even
hit you that hard.” Jimin rolled his eyes.
“Boys” The man got
up and pointed at you. Jungkook, Jin and Yoongi held the men back, not allowing
them to go after you.
Meanwhile, the man and Jimin
were still fighting, him throwing punches all around and Jimin dodging them.
However, in the middle of the confusion, Jimin got distracted and the man hit him
right in the abdominal area. He looked back at you, to make sure that you were
alright, before falling down on his knees. He was getting more and more tired
and the man took that to his advantage by trying to punch him again. He tried
to escape but he wasn’t quick enough and the man was able to leave some
scratches on his cheek.
In a moment lf impulse, you
get up from your place on the couch and launch yourself over Jimin’s body,
trying to protect him. You feel a small pain spreading all over your knees from
landing on them, but the adrenaline of the moment made you completely forget
“Stop, that’s enough!”
The man slowly lets his arm
down at the sight of you and you take a deep breath.
Jimin was heavily breathing
from underneath you, and his face is contorted in a painful expression. His
eyes were closed, like he was still expecting for the man’s fist to touch his
body, and his arms were embracing his stomach in hopes of numbing the pain.
You beg him, with some tears starting to bream from your eyes.
“As you wish,
sweetheart.” He says. You didn’t know why he was acting so comprehensive,
but honestly, you didn’t care, you just wanted him to stop. He adjusted his
jean jacket and walked towards the door, mentioning for the men to follow after
him. He cleans his face that had a little bit of blood on it before sending all
of you a mocking smile.
“Well, this has been
fun. Hope we can repeat it someday.”
answers, closing the door on his face, making it collide with his nose. All of
you hear a loud groan in pain from the other side and Jungkook laughs lowly.
Everyone is quiet for a
while, not moving a single muscle. You were still on top of him and you could
feel his heart beating fast from beneath you and his breathing on your neck.
You jolt when you hear someone clearing his throat followed by a touch of
someone’s hand on your shoulder.
“They are gone. You can
get off of him now, Y/N.” Yoongi says and you blush.
“This sure was
something else.” Jungkook says and Jin nods.
You get up and a put a
strand of hair behind your hear. Just thinking that the man had done that
moments earlier made you want to throw up and take three cold water showers.
Even though you knew you
weren’t the one who started this mess, you couldn’t help but to feel a bit
guilty about it all, as if what had happened to Jimin had been your fault.
Maybe if you had insisted in not going with him, nothing of this would have
happened and Jimin wouldn’t be laying on the floor, with a painful expression
and scratches all over his face.
He slowly got up and cleared
his throat, as a sign for everyone to stop staring at you two. You reach out
your hand to help him but he refuses it, and stands up on his own. Stubborn.
You could tell that he was
feeling a bit guilty about what had happened and you were afraid that he would
start shutting you out like everyone else did when something went wrong. You
weren’t ready for it, and especially not now, right after you realized you had
feelings for him. You weren’t ready to get hurt again.
“We need to get you to
a hospital.” You say to Jimin.
“There is no need for
“Are you kidding me?
Jimin, you just got punched!” You sounded a bit too harsh, but it wasn’t
your intention, you were just worried about him. However, he didn’t seem to
care so much about himself as he sent you a smile and walked away.
“How about we just get
out of here?” Jungkook suggests and everyone hummed, agreeing with him.
You run towards Jimin to
help him walk better but you feel someone’s stare on you. You were expecting it
to be Yoongi’s, like he was analysing your every move (that seemed like
something the he would do), but much to your surprise it was Peyton’s. She had
a sad expression on her face, and you didn’t know if it was because of the state
Jimin was in or because you too seemed awfully closer then she thought that you
You felt sorry for her, and
you couldn’t help but to imagine that if you just walked away from everyone,
right now, that everything would be instantly better. Jimin wouldn’t be all
beaten up, him and Peyton could start dating, and everyone would be much
“Guys, I think I
will-” You start, but Jimin quickly interrupts you.
“What about you all go
first? I still need to disinfect some wounds, don’t I?” He said and looked
down at you.
“Do you need any help?
My mother is a nurse and I-” She tried to say but got interrupted by him.
“Thank you Peyton, but
there is no need for that.” He says as Jungkook secured the door open and
everyone got out. “By the pond, right?”
“Yeah, see you
later.” Jin says and closes the door behind him.
The café that once had been
so agitated was now calm. The interior started to get darker as the sun went
down, and there was no sound other than Jimin’s breathing and the tilting of
glasses against each other.
“I’m very sorry for all
of this.” You say to the man that was behind the counter. He was cleaning
up some glasses that had fallen down during the fight, and putting the chairs
but on its original place.
“It’s okay. Just make
sure the next time this happens no one gets hurt. And boy,” He says, his
tired face turning to look at Jimin “You need to accept that sometimes you
won’t be able to help everyone.”
Jimin face fells at his
comment but still he smiles at the man. You hold the door open for him and
Jimin walks pass it.
“I’m really sorry about
all of this. I promise I will find a way to repay you.” You say to the man
again before leaving the café.
Outside the air was a bit
chilly and you rub your hands up and down your arms. The sun was starting to go
down and there was almost no one on the street, with the exception of a little
boy and his mother who were walking their dog.
“Can you walk by
yourself or do you need my help?” You ask Jimin.
“I got this, don’t
worry.” He smiles and starts walking. You felt a huge need of asking him
about the man, but right now wasn’t the most appropriate time, besides you two
had more important things to do, like cleaning his bruises.
“Why did you say no to
Peyton? She knows how to take care of injuries like this, she could have helped
“Because I wanted to be
alone with you.” He says, but keeps walking straight ahead. “Besides,
I already know someone who can deal with stuff like this.”
“Oh.” You simply
say, rubbing the back of your neck.
“You should have gone
away when I told to.”
“And leave you there so
that you could get all beaten up with no one to help you?” You say
“Not an option. I have run away from everything all my life, it was time
for me to start changing that.”
He stops right in front of
you and runs a hand through his hair as a sign of frustration.
“Do you know how I
would feel if he had done something to you? Do you?” Your heart started to
accelerate inside your ribcage and your palms started to get sweaty. “You
know, sometimes I think that it would be better if I just pushed you away. You
wouldn’t have to deal with stuff like this and you would probably be much
happier. But there is this part of me that always keeps pushing me towards
“And which part do you
like the best?” You whisper.
He puts a strand of your
hair behind your hear and you lean against his palm, involuntarily, smiling.
“What do you
think?” He says and smiles. However, he doesn’t even give you some time to
process as he walks away from you right away.
He always does this. Says
something meaningful and deep, and then walks away like nothing happened,
leaving you back blushing and confused. He was hard to understand, but these
small gestures made you think that what Yoongi had said to you, hours earlier,
was actually true.
“Well, Y/N, are you
coming or not?” He says. You run until you can finally catch up to him and
then stop, trying to catch your breath.
“So I was
“Oh boy.” You say.
“Hey! What do you mean
“Normally when you
think nothing good comes out of it.” You shrug your shoulders and laugh at
his reaction. He had his hands over his chest, theatrically, like you just said
the most awful thing in the world to him.
“Well, I’m offended,
Mrs. Y/N. My ideas are the best ones!” He says.
“Whatever you say, Park
Jimin” You roll your eyes at him. “Where are we actually going?”
He doesn’t respond and keeps
walking, only stopping five minutes later.
“Here.” He says
and points to the house on your right. It was not very big and the outside was
similar to every other house on this town, filled with yellow flowers all over
the front yard.
Connected to the house there
was a garage and a small basketball field, where there were some children
playing with a ball.
“Jimin!” One of them yells
and Jimin waves at them.
“Is this your
place?” You ask.
“Yeah.” He nods
his head and opens the small gate, mentioning for you to come in.
“Normally before bringing a girl home, I usually pay her a dinner. But I
guess that you are an exception.”
“I still accept the
dinner.” You say and he laughs.
His front porch is very
different from your grandma’s. There is a small table with a few metal chairs
and some cigarettes packs spread all over it.
“You live here
alone?” You ask, curious.
“No, I actually share
this place with Yoongi and Jungkook.” He informs you while opening the
The interior was just as you
were expecting it to be. The walls were painted a dirty white and there was
packs of food spread all over the couch that was on the living room. There was
also a big television attached to the wall, along with a fireplace and a big dining
room table that, by the looks of it, has never been used. The kitchen had a
small table on the middle and the sink was full of dirty dishes, probably
because no one ever got the trouble to actually wash them.
There was a pair of wooden
stairs at the end of the hall that connected the bottom to the top floor similar
to those that you had in your house back at your hometown. Suddenly the longing
for it starts to settle in and you can’t help but to sigh at the thought.
“Wasn’t it better if we
went to a hospital?” You say once again.
“I said that it wasn’t
necessary and it still isn’t. You learn what you have to do after a while of
watching other people doing it.” What did he mean by that?
“You can follow me, you
know?” He laughed, walking up the stairs.
“Hum… Okay.” You
felt nervous about being in his house for the first time, and besides that
there was no one around.
“That’s Jungkook’s and
Yoongi’s room.” He said pointing at the first two doors that came up in
your sight. “And this is mine.”
He opened his door to give
you an insight of his bedroom. There was an unmade bed on one corner and a big
window on the wall that let the sunlight come and light up his room. There was
a small bookcase on the other side, filled with tiny action figures, some
drawers and a closet that were filled with clothes. The mirror that was next to
the closet reflected your appearance, and you noticed that your hair was all
tangled and out of place. Jimin notices you looking at yourself and nudges your
arm with his elbow.
“Hey, don’t worry about
that.” He smiled “You look beautiful.”
say, and look down, blushing.
He goes inside the bathroom
and you stay in the little hallway, not knowing quite what to do.
After a few minutes of just
standing there looking at the white walls, you decide to knock on his bathroom door
and ask if he needs any help. After all, if you came all this way with him, you
should at least do something helpful.
“Hey, do you need any-” You
said, while opening the door that he had left slightly open, only to find him
on the other side, shirtless, putting some betadine of his abdominal area. You
quickly shut the door behind you and rest your back against it.
“Y/N, if you wanted to see
me that bad you could have just asked.” He says, from the other side, and you
freeze. The image of Jimin comes surfing up to your mind and you can’t help but
to blush at the memory of him without any shirt on, his hair all sweaty and
sticky on his forehead, and his muscles contracted from the contact between the
cotton ball with Betadine and his skin.
“I-I…” You try to say but
nothing comes out.
“Relax I was just joking,
unless you don’t want me too.” He says and you roll your eyes, still blushing. “But,
Y/N, can you do me a favour? Can you go to my room and bring me a new shirt?”
“Of course, I don’t want
your tiny muscles to catch a cold, do I?” You tease, walking away.
Suddenly, the door slams open
and Jimin stands there with a fake hurt look on his face.
“Excuse me? Tiny muscles?”
He said. He starts walking towards you and you try to run away from you but he
blocks your way with his arm.
“What?” You said, your voice
trembling a bit.
“Are you by any chance,
ticklish, Y/N?” He asks, changing the theme of your conversation. You tried to
ignore the fact that he still didn’t have any shirt on but he was not helping
at all, by taking more steps closer and closer to you.
“N-no. Why are you asking?”
“Are you sure? Because you
sound a bit unsure of yourself.” He says, trying to catch you, but you dodge
his arm. You run to his room and hide in the corner between the wall and his bookshelf,
hoping that he doesn’t find you. You see him getting inside from the corner of
your eye and you press your back against the wall behind you.
You tried to breathe little
lower and when you see him walking away from the door you take that has an
advantage to run away from him. However, you were not too quickly since he was
able to grab your forearm and push you back, making you collide against his
“Y-You shirt…” You try to
say, as an excuse while trying to break free.
However, he doesn’t even move.
He keeps you stuck between his arm and his chest and you try your best not to
blush and keep avoiding looking at him. You keep your head lowered, facing the
floor and you hear him chuckle from above you.
“Y/N, are you blushing?”
“What? No I am not…” You
“You don’t need to lie.” He
says and smiles. “Everybody would feel intimidated by these.” He flexes his arm
muscles and you laugh, throwing a shirt that was laying around his room at him,
hitting him right on the face.
You walked down the stairs
and wait for him to get ready. You went to the kitchen to get a glass of water
and notice some pictures attached to the front of the fridge. There were three
of them, were Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin were babies, and it was very easy to
tell them apart. On the Jungkook one, he was in a pool, smiling widely, between
his parent; on the Yoongi one, he was on the beach laying on a towel, his
mother was holding him, and his father was kissing her on the cheek; however on
the Jimin one, he was only with his father, on his lap, on top of a motorbike.
“Hey, I’m done”
Jimin says, appearing on the kitchen’s door.
“Okay, I was just came
down here to drink some water. Shall we go now? They must be waiting for
Jimin still had a few
scratches on his face but now they weren’t so visible, only a few red spots.
You put the glass on the
sink and walk with him out of the kitchen.
“Where is the
pond?” You ask.
“Near the river. You
know that they chose that place on purpose, right?”
“Why?” You raise
your eyebrow in confusion as he opens the front door for you.
“There are ducks
there.” He simply states.
“Oh” You laugh and
remember what he had told when you two were walking towards the café. “So,
is this when I get to assist to Jimin-and-the-ducks 2.0 version?”
“Very funny.” He
rolls his eyes.
You walk pass his garden and
in to the side walk. You aren’t planning on staying long with them by the pond,
since you had your grandma home and you didn’t want to leave her alone for very
You walk side by side,
however, this time the air was a bit more heavy, and you had this feeling that it was because of
“I know you saw
them” He suddenly says, out of nowhere.
“The photos. And I know
that you want to know why my photo was the only one who didn’t have both of our
parents on it.” He says, like he had just read your mind. At the mention
of the pictures his tone changed, it wasn’t a funny and relaxed anymore, but
more tense, yet soft one.
It was true that you were
curious about that, but you knew better than to ask him. Because your mother
had left you, you took this type of thing very personal and you knew how
painful it was to make a person remind herself of that.
“She died, seven
minutes after I was born.”
“Oh, I’m so
sorry.” You say and look at him.
“It’s okay” He
smiles, a sad smile. You feel this sudden need of pulling Jimin in to a hug,
but you knew that if you did that he would probably just start crying his eyes
out, and you didn’t want to make him suffer more than he already had.
“Mine left me and my
dad when I was little. She run away with some guy.” You tell him. It was
the first time you have ever said that to someone, you hadn’t even said that to
Taehyung, he had discovered it because your dad had told him in one of his many
visits to your house.
“It’s okay, you didn’t
do anything.” You smile at him.
He gets besides you and puts
one of his arms around your shoulder, making you walk closer to him.
“You know, sometimes I
ask myself if the fishes are any capable of feeling thirsty.” He says,
fitting the sky. What the hell.
“I don’t even know why
I get surprised anymore” You laugh, pushing the hair off of your face.
“What? It is a very
“If fishes get thirsty?”
“Yeah! Those types of
questions need to be taken care of and approached in today’s society. The
answer might even change someone’s life.”
"Okay, okay… You won. I
have nothing to go against that.” You roll your eyes and he smiles,
“Look!” He said,
pointing at the tree that was a few meters away from you. He grabs your hand
and starts running towards it. A blush starts to creep in to your cheeks
because of his gesture and you can’t help but to smile.
On the tree there was a
small swing made out of some rope and an old tire. Didn’t seem safe at all.
“No, I’m not doing
that. The last time I went on one of these I fell off it and landed on the
ground, on my butt. People were like “c’mon, play with us, it’s going to be fun”,
well my butt can’t say the same thing. So, nah ah, you might as well play with
yourself.” Oh. Oh.
“What?” He laughs
“What do you want me to do?”
“No! Don’t take it to
that side!” You say, and cover your face with your hands, trying to hide
all the embarrassment that you were feeling.
“Well, Y/N, who knew
that you were like that” He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you “But
I always knew that you had it on you.”
“No!” You laugh,
and start to walk away from him. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Are you sure? Because that
plus the bathroom thing, makes me thing that you actually-”
“No! Don’t you dare finish
that sentence. Oh my God.”
“But you have to admit
that what you said was really funny! You should have seen your face the minute
you said that! ”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mock
me all you want, but it isn’t me who is afraid of ducks!”
“Why do you have to put
ducks in this conversation?”
“Because I love
you.” You and Jimin widen your eyes at your statement, and you turn away,
so that your back is facing him. Why don’t you know how to keep your mouth
shut? “Because I love to… annoy you, yeah, that’s hum… why.”
Instead of what you were expecting
to happen, Jimin’s face fell down at your statement, like he almost was…
“Yeah” he simply
The both of you walk the
rest of the way in silence. You thought about saying something but you were
afraid that you might make things worse that what they already were, and by the
looks of it, so was he. Your hands brush against each other and you could tell
by his expression that he was debating whether to grab yours or not. You desperately
wanted him to do so, you wanted to say to him that it was alright, that you
even wanted for him to do that, but things weren’t that simple. No matter how
hard you tried them to be.
After a while of simply
walking, you two spot the pond and a few of Jimin’s friends.
“Hey!” You hear
one of them yell at you. “Here!”
You start walking fast
towards them but Jimin stops dead on his tracks, with a thoughtful look on his
nothing.” He shakes his head “I was just thinking… You know what?
Follow me, they can wait.”
“What? But Jimin, we
agreed on meeting them there.” You say.
“And we will, but first
I want to show you something.” He grabs your hand and entwines his finger
with yours. Jimin starts running and you have no other choice than to run with
him, otherwise you would just fall face flat on the floor. You could see
Jungkook’s confused face looking at both of you and Peyton’s sad one. Yoongi,
on the other hand, was grinning like he had almost predicted that this was
going to happen.
“Where are we
“Wait, you will
He starts to slow down and
soon enough the both of you are in a place that looks exactly like the one that
the others were, except this didn’t have the pond. There was a tree near the
river and you sit underneath it, with Jimin’s besides you.
“This looks like the
pond. You know we could have just stayed there, right?”
“He could, but I wanted
some alone time with you.” Oh. Oh.
Oh. I wanted some alone time with you too, you wanted to say but no words
seemed to get out. “Besides there are no ducks in here.”
You get up and stand in
front of him.
“I was reflecting the
other day and I think that I may have chosen already a favourite colour already.”
You say and his eyes widen.
“Really?” He asks
and you nod your head. “And what is it?”
“I can’t tell
“And why not?”
“Because I have a
feeling that you are lnot going to like it. Besides, if I do tell you, you may
not want to hang out with anymore since your mission is complete.” You
shrug your shoulders.
“Well, first of all,
that is not true. And second, you won’t know if I like it or not unless you
tell me. But please don’t chose green I-” He starts saying but then
notices the look on your face “It is green isn’t it?” He asks and you
hum in response.
“How did you
“The look of your face gave
it all away. I swear you must pick your answers to not let me like you.”
He says in a joking manner.
“And why would I do
“Because if I didn’t
like you, you wouldn’t have to bring me your grandmother’s cookies, and that
was way less work for you.”
“That seems about
right. But you are forgetting about something.” You say and he gets up.
“What am I forgetting
He stars walking towards you
but you run away from him.
“If I stopped talking
to you I wouldn’t have anyone to annoy. And love to annoy you. But, since I don’t
want that to stop, I may think about choosing another favourite colour.”
You say sticking your tongue out at him.
He runs after you and you
hide from him behind the tree. He soon notices were you were hiding and you run
away from him, but you end up falling down because of a trees’ root during the
process. You fake being hurt by groaning in pain, and he gets down on his knees
with a very concerned look on his face.
“Oh my God, Y/N, are
you okay?” He asks. You take the fact that he had let his guard down to
your advantage, and you push him down in to the floor with your arms.
“That is not
fair!” He whines.
“Too bad” You
The both of you stay there
for a little while longer, laying on the grass, fitting the sky. You were probably
all dirty right now, with tiny pieces of grass stuck on your clothes and your
hair, like he had too.
However, suddenly, he rolls
his body over till he is next to you and then gets on top of you.
“Aish, you are
heavy” you say, trying to push him off of you. But he didn’t move, in
fact, he even started making himself heavier than he already was.
“You were saying?”
He said, raising an eyebrow.
“Alright, alright, you
win.” He smiles and gets off you. He puts his two hands besides each side
of your head, and lifts his weight off you, supporting all of it on his arms.
He brushes the hair off your
face, and takes a strand of your hair that was glued to your lips.
“So, you love to annoy
me, huh?” He says.
“I do.” You laugh
and squish his cheeks on your hands “You get your face all read and your
eyebrows does this funny thing where they raise and all.” You laugh and
try to imitate him. “I am completely in love with annoying you.”
“Say that again”
He gets his face closer to yours and you close your eyes as something
“I am completely in
“Oh My God!” You
hear a voice besides you saying. You turn your head to see Jungkook covering
his eyes with his hand and the others walking after him. “Control yourself
You hide your face in
embarrassment and Jimin simply chuckles, getting off of on top of you.
“That should have a
PG-13 warning!” Jungkook went on.
“You make it seem like
something bad was happening.” Jimin said. He sticks his hand out to you
and helps you getting up.
You clean your jeans that
were dirty with some pieces of grass and thank him.
“Why are you guys
“We saw you two running
and we though that something had happened. And by the looks of it-” Jungkook
starts saying but Jimin slaps him in the back of his head.
“Well, there was no
need for you to worry. We are just fine.” He says and starts to walk away.
You keep yourself quiet
during the walk back, too embarrassed to talk. You were still blushing and
Jimin wasn’t helping anything at all by always looking back at you and smiling.
Suddenly, you feel Peyton
touching your arm and stopping you, mentioning for you to walk slower and
further apart from the group.
“Y/N” She says,
brushing the blonde hair out of her face, once the two of you were alone, with
no one around. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure” You
smile at her. She takes a deep breath, like she was getting ready to say
something really important, and looks at you right in your eyes.
As an external observer, I'm curious: what's something you really enjoy about Critical Role?
Oh dang, this is a big one. The really big thing for me was, weirdly enough, holy shit there are women in this. There’s a lot of “geeky” media I consume that I really enjoy, and a lot of it goes seriously above and beyond in terms of caring about people and having a good attitude… but it still hits a barrier of inclusivity for me (just as I’m sure CR hits other folks’ barriers for different reasons) because holy moly, holy mackerel, holy jeez oh man oh gosh, there are almost never any women in ‘em. More to the point, there are practically no women over the age of 30 in ‘em.
I’ve been semi-keeping tabs for a while, now, and I’d say the folks who follow me on fannish social media probably average in age around 18 or 19—probably pretty typical for fandom spaces. The “mutuals” I follow on tumblr, by which I mean the folks I interact with frequently, are generally in their mid-30s (I’m 29—lots of us grew up through fandom together over the past decade or so). One of the reasons I came back to fandom as an older teen after dipping my toe in as a wee one was this feeling of, holy shit, women in their 30s and 40s and 50s and 60s and beyond have hobbies.
I mean, older dudes get hobbies. Older dudes get “mancaves” and hang out playing video games and having a beer and being goofy and, yeah, acting like kids. But that image of the future is just a big ol’ void of “well, you have to grow up eventually” for a lot of women who genuinely enjoy geeky stuff, and there’s this unfortunate rippling effect where many teenage fans on spaces like tumblr regard older female fans with pity or contempt… at the same time as they fan themselves over the 40-something inoffensive stubble-bro du jour who watches the same geeky TV shows they do. I love finding older women in fannish spaces for the same reason I relish running into the incredibly rare older women in my field of work: for a shining moment, I see a future that looks a lot like who I wanna be.
This is all a roundabout way of saying how much it meant (and continues to mean!) to tune into this incredibly geeky premise of a show, where the participants weren’t just playing D&D, they’d been playing for years together and the cameras were a recent addition, and hey, what the heck, there’s women my age and older getting all excited over a good roll of the dice and telling an amazing story and just plain forgetting the cameras are rolling. Being goofballs! Do you know how hard it is to find media in which women over the age of 25 are allowed to be goofballs? Not written that way to impress the dudes on set or the dudes in the audience, just straight-up being goofy? The aggressively unscripted nature of this show brings that out so nicely.
Zahra remains one of my all-time favorite CR characters in large part because, hey, here’s Mary Elizabeth McGlynn playing D&D for the very first time in her late 40s… and she knocks it the heck outta the park, returns in a recurring role over the years, gets her friends hooked, and starts playing a game at home. That means something to me in a really, really visceral way. Not only are women older than me allowed to have hobbies, they’re allowed to pick up new ones. It shouldn’t be a surprise, it should be the most ordinary thing in the world.
so reggie has definitely called up jughead once or twice for a smoke session and jughead only agreed both times bc reggie said he’d pay @ pop’s and both instances definitely where hours longer than needed but jughead really needed to finish that documentary and a reggie with his walls down wasn’t a bad guy at all