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It’s time for another Hiveswap development team interview!

Hey there, Hiveswap and Homestuck fans! Ash here once again, and as promised, it’s time for another interview with the talented folks on Hiveswap’s development team! And don’t worry – if you missed the first interview, with our environment art director Rah, you can find it right here!

Who’s in the hot seat today? Why, it’s Adrienne, our lead animator! She can tell you far more about her work on the project than I ever could, so without further ado, I’m going to hand things off to her – after reminding you all to take good, long looks at the wonderful examples of her work peppered throughout this interview. Take it away, Adrienne!

Introduce yourself to the fans! What is your specific role on the Hiveswap team?

Hiya! My name’s Adrienne and I’m the lead animator for Hiveswap. I work together with Angela, the animation director, on roughs, cleanup, background and cutscene animation – anything that moves!

When and how did you get your start on the Hiveswap project?

I was hired full-time in January 2016, but I started doing some sprite conceptualization in late 2015 in tandem with [S]:Collide work (I animated sprites for the main big bads and did thumbnails for some of the sequences).

Tell us a little bit about your career background! How did you get your start in animation? Do you have any advice for others looking to enter this field?

Homestuck is basically my career background, ahaha.

I drew a lot of fan art for Homestuck after I finished catching up in late 2012. I got some attention from my work and I was asked to do comic pages for Paradox Space. Then I did work for the Homestuck calendar. Then I just became more involved in the comic after that by doing thumbnails, sprite animation, comic pages, snapchats… and now I’m working on the game… it’s been a wild ride from fan to full-time fan.

But as for how I got started in animation, a lot of it was influenced by anime and then DeviantArt while I was growing up. I grew up with Naruto and loved Norio Matsumoto’s work in it (he did the key animation for the best episodes!). And on DeviantArt, I liked following OCTs (Original Character Tournaments) and was particularly inspired by Unknown-Person’s work.

My general advice would be to value learning and exploration, and have less expectations of what life should hand you – it makes a lot of circumstances feel like a pleasant surprise and a good opportunity to learn something new. That’s how I felt when I stumbled into this field anyway, haha.

We’re making a video game, so of course the question must be asked: what’s your favorite game of all time, and what games are you playing currently (if any)?

Agh, what a difficult question. My most-played genre is colorful multiplayer shooters like Team Fortress 2, Overwatch, and Splatoon.

I finished Nier: Automata recently and now I’m working through Persona 5. But when I’m not working through that game, I play Breath of the Wild (most of my time is spent riding my horse around Hyrule – it’s very calming).

Are there any games that you currently use or have used as inspiration for your own animation work here on Hiveswap, or just in general?

I generally use Homestuck flash animations as an inspiration for Hiveswap sprite animations.

When I’m working on cutscenes, I look to Professor Layton stuff. I love how they integrated cutscenes with gameplay in that series.

As an animator, you must have some favorite cartoons and/or anime – tell us about them!

My recent favorite is Mob Psycho 100. The raw and rough quality of the animation for that one is my jam and the main cast is really inspiring. Avatar: The Last Airbender is still my top favorite for its epic storytelling and world-building. Naruto always has a special place in my heart since it’s one of the earliest things that inspired me to study animation.

Other big influential works for me were Princess Mononoke and How to Train Your Dragon.

What’s your workstation like? Do you like to listen to any particular kinds of music while you work? If so, tell us about it!

Here’s a picture of my workstation! If you squint at the bottom screen closely, you can see me taking the picture. But anyway… yeah. I am a little embarrassed for people to know how saturated my workstation is with inspirational quotes (there are papers of handwritten motivation on the walls behind me), but that’s just how I deal when the anxiety gets a little rough.

When I want to focus (usually for rough animation and concept art), I pull up an electronic or classical playlist on YouTube (and recently Spotify) or have no music playing at all. But for everything else (cleanup, in-betweens, etc.), I dig into different genres once in awhile but Imagine Dragons and Americana/folk stuff are my go-to. Acoustics sound really nice in these speakers.

Favorite Homestuck character?

Egh, this is impossible… I’m gonna say it’s between Rose, Jade, Roxy, Kanaya, Terezi, and Vriska… um…

Favorite Homestuck ship?

Rose/Kanaya has never once failed me! c: (I think John/Terezi is really funny too.)

Favorite Homestuck flash?

Urgh… I don’t know, there’s so many that I love. In terms of like… cool and creative setup, [S] Cascade probably? [S] GAME OVER is cool too, because everyone died and the stakes just got so much higher. Oh! I just remembered [S] Make her pay as well!

This question is impossible.

(In the above animation timeline, the first frame is held for 4/24 of a second, the second frame for 2/24 of a second, the third for 2/24, and so on.)

Do you have a personal message you’d like to relay to all the Homestuck and Hiveswap fans out there?

Thank you for all your support, and for your patience in making it through the Giga/Mega/Omegapauses intact!

Where can people find more of your work? Link us to your own little corner(s) of the Internet!

If you want to see more of my stuff, my Tumblr is the place to be!

Thank you, Adrienne! Well, folks, I hope you’ve enjoyed this second Hiveswap development team interview – and don’t worry, there are still plenty more to come!

Now that we’ve gotten things rolling, from here on out we’ll be bringing you a new interview every Wednesday, so be sure to check back every week for a new behind-the-scenes look at the development of Hiveswap and the talented people behind it!

See you next time!

“Chat…? What…are you doing here so late?”

“Ummm…for you, Princess–”

Apparently I can’t stop drawing these two. Have a MariChat sketch inspired by @baneismydragon‘s ridiculously hilarious and adorable fic Cut From The Same Cloth (found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9783911) wherein Adrien collects scraps of fabric from his father’s office to gift to Marinette for her project and shenanigans ensue. Go read it, it’s amazing. 

Also, since I didn’t bother to sketch a background, because backgrounds are my ultimate weakness, pretend they’re on Marinette’s rooftop balcony and Chat interrupted her as she was about to go to bed. (Yes, it was just an excuse to draw her in cute ladybug pj’s, and also maybe torture Adrien a little, okay. I have no regrets.)


So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.


Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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anonymous asked:

Oh my god your canon vs fanon Kuroo post was perfection can you do one for Bokuto please!!! I will never inderstand where people got the "pary animal sex god Kuroo" thing I mean the dude makes poetic speeches and insults people using chemestry he is probably full nerd

oh man this is so much harder because bokuto is actually really complex

fanon bokuto:

  • hopeless moron
  • helpless baby bird who cannot tie his own shoes without akaashi there
  • fluctuates between fragile, crushed soul and raging egomaniac
  • collapses at everything for childish reasons
  • also a party animal
  • constantly talking

canon bokuto:

  • measures up tsukishima’s entire character and primary struggles after 2-3 meetings, after even kuroo failed to understand him. you know,  because he’s a bristly asshole who is hard to understand. gives him pinpoint accurate advice. still punctuates it with “well hey i might be wrong though”
  • does this for hinata as well
  • able to strategize in midair, something that is notoriously hard to do. has an outrageous skillset to go with it. practices nonstop to achieve this
  • for the most part extremely reliable. akaashi keiji’s words, and i get the feeling that akaashi keiji does not embellish
  • scatterbrained and easily distracted but also able to get into moments of crazy focus during a game
  • his mood swings are clearly involuntary and pass quickly when he’s given a success to focus on which btw is not easy to do in a fast paced sport. i mean i know akaashi kind of leads him to the success but it’s bokuto who manages to get back on track after 1-2 good points which… holy shit that takes some killer determination when your brain is on fire in a mood swing
  • brags some. asks for verbal validation more. is super happy but also kind of sheepish when hinata is amazed by him, and subsequently dedicates himself to teaching hinata tricks
  • overjoyed to talk or work with anyone
  • takes a lot of teasing. seriously, everyone he hangs out with pokes fun at him, and he handles it with very minimal sulking
  • actually spends a lot of time kinda sizing things up silently? seriously, though, he’s actually… not that much of a chatterbox, unless he’s pestering akaashi for praise.
  • i would literally fight anyone for bokuto koutarou but i don’t have to because if someone has hurt him then akaashi keiji has already murdered them in a back alley
“Hey mom ! ...I mean Mrs. Stark...” - Tony Stark x Reader x awkward!Peter Parker

Summary : Peter calls Tony and his wife (the reader) “dad” and “mom” by accident and…oh it’s awkward. 

Just a silly little story. Wrote in ten minutes on the verge of exhaustion, because I have almost no free time lately and…yeah. Uh. Hope you’ll still like it.

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com


It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. By far. 

It outdid that time when, as Spider-Man, he hit a signboard while swinging from web to web, and fell face first down in a busy NYC street…There were videos on YouTube, and pictures on the internet of “The Friendly neighborhood Spider greatest fail”…but at least, no one saw his face. No one actually knew him. 

But now ? Oh God. He was good old and regular Peter Parker and everyone knew it. And this all thing was embarrassing beyond all measure ! 

He had just called Mrs. Stark “mom” on live TV ! 

He obviously didn’t mean to but…it was the stress really. 

People were starting to get curious about Anthony Stark’s mysterious intern, and he just had to give an interview about it so as not to blow his cover. After all, it was the first time Tony’s company was taking interns ! And everyone was curious about that guy that teenage boy who got the first one ever. 

With how obsessed with the Starks the World was, the interview was a huge deal…Millions of people watched the great Iron man’s new protégé, the boy so many were jealous of for landing the best internship ever at Stark Industries.

The journalists asked him hundred of questions, and everything was going smoothly. Besides, Peter felt like with Mr. Stark by his side, he was invincible, his hero and role model giving him strength…Up until he talked about you and used the word “mom” to do so…And you were right next to him…Oh, awkward.

It happened barely a second ago but he already rewinded the scene in his head a thousand times…The journalist asked :

-How is it to be so often in the presence of Tony Stark, a genius and also one of the biggest and most famous superhero on Earth ? 

And stupid, embarrassing, idiotic, nervous Peter answered :

-It’s ok really, Mr. Stark is amazing, and his wife, Mrs (Y/N) Stark is really great, right mom ? 

And he turned to you. Right after he called you “mom” in front of millions of people…and just froze. Why didn’t he stop at “Mrs. (Y/N) Stark is really great”, why the Hell did he turn to you and said “right mom ?”…he would never know. 

There was a sudden silence in the room, all the journalists and even the damn security guards staring at Peter. He cleared his throat and laughed nervously, but he wasn’t able to say anything. 

He glanced quickly at Tony and your husband was just like everyone else right now, staring at him, probably thinking : “wait…what did he say ?”.

This was Peter’s worst nightmare. Public humiliation. Saying something so damn stupid. In front of so many people…

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Positioning Is Everything

I play an Eladrin Rogue named Phukar in our Keep on Shadowfell campaign. All of us are fairly new players, including the DM. We’ve got Sylvia (Elven Warlock), Elf (Elven Warden), Nyx (DM’s Gnome Sorcerer and Phukar’s adopted daughter), and Swaggitha (DM’s Shifter Shaman). We’ve finally reached the final boss, Kalarel, and have to stop him from opening the rift. Unfortunately, he’s got ridiculously high AC.

DM: Heads up, if you guys wanna do something to try to like, remove robes and stuff like that, that can lower his AC.

Phukar (OOC): … Can I pants Kalarel?

DM: (Over everyone’s laughter) Yes! That is precisely what I’m saying! Pants Kalarel, show his dick to the world!

[A few moments later]

DM: (As everyone decides what they’re wanting to do) Nyx is going to use Mage Hand to try to pants Kalarel.

Sylvia (OOC): She technically had advantage!

DM: Yes, she does!

Elf (OOC): He’s marked, by the way!

DM: (Rolls and counts up) That’s a 17, plus her strength… (DM grins) So basically, she takes Mage Hand and just kind of swipes and pantses Kalarel.

Phukar (OOC): (As everyone starts to laugh) So how big is it?

DM: Rolling for dick size! (Rolls a d8) It’s about 6 inches.

Phukar (OOC): Alright, so pretty average.

Sylvia (OOC): I love that you rolled a d8 for that!

DM: Well, yeah, because averages - here, let’s roll- (Rolls a d20) 19! It’s taller than he is! You don’t know HOW it was contained in there. It was wrapped up in a small little corner.

Phukar (OOC): (As everyone dies of laughter once more) Let’s go with the 6!

[A few more moments later]

DM: Humans - killed. Portal - opened. Dick - OUT!

Phukar (OOC): I am forcibly removed from the Keep on Shadowfell.

[There’s a short moment while I’m thinking]

Phukar: So I waltz right up to this guy and what I’m gonna do is Setup Strike. (Fails my roll) Okay, dang it. Well, for my minor action, I’m gonna take my dagger and cut his pants in half. (Rolls) Uh… 19?

DM: (Rolls) The pants are not that strong! You’re just like, ‘I’ve learned to cut clothes off very quickly before. I’ve done this many times!’

Phukar: Oh, more than you’d guess.

DM: (Starts to go to the next person)

Phukar (OOC): Wait! I just want to point out that to properly cut those pants, he probably had to get on his knees. Meaning, Phukar is on his knees in front of Kalarel. (Everyone collectively dies of laughter) He’s on his knees in front of Kalarel. And, can I use the free action for speaking?

DM: Yeah?

Phukar: I look up and say “Nice one, Arlen” to his face.

DM: FUCK. Okay, it’s his turn now. He looks down at you-

Sylvia (OOC): He looks past his dick at Phukar.

DM: I mean… It’s not hard, so he’s not- (Everyone collectively dies) Okay! He kicks off what’s left of his pants and then um… Fucker, he goes to hit you… (Rolls low) And. So, basically, you’re down there, and you just lift up your new cloak and block the attack like… duh duh duh (waving arms above head like holding a cloak).

Phukar (OOC): And now the cloak is just- all you see if a bent form, a cloak that hides everything, and Kalarel!

Sylvia (OOC): I think EVERYONE’S wondering what Phukar’s doing under there!

Phukar (OOC): Can Phukar poke it?

DM: …. SURE. I’LL ALLOW IT. You hear Nyx shout “Get some, Dad!”

Elf: With great accuracy and precision, I take my hand and place my palm directly on my forehead, with an audible sound, clear to everybody in the room.

DM: He’s going to use an action surge because his dick was just touched, like, what the fuck!”

Elf: Wait! If he attacks Phukar, then I use my Immediate Interrupt! (Rolls) That’s a Nat 20! I look angrily at him. “Wait! You don’t hit your sex partner without consent!”

[This causes everyone to die laughing for a solid minute. This is a moment to go down in history. And it’s not over yet.]

Phukar (OOC): (As the DM accidently knocks Kalarel’s figurine over) I SUCKED HIM INTO SUBMISSION.

DM: STOP IT! You’re breaking your DM!

[Cue another pause for a full minute of laughter and then a few rounds of initiative. Phukar is still kneeling in front of Kalarel]

DM: Fucker, it’s your turn.

Phukar: So. I kind of look back up at him, flicking back my cloak, and say “You know, I think I would like you in a better position” - I’m gonna use Positioning Strike.


Phukar: I’m going to use Positioning Strike - but I’m gonna hit his… Y’know… with it. I’m going to stab at it while pushing him back.


Phukar (OOC): I got… Let’s see… 12, plus 11, so 23 against his will.

DM: That hits.

Phukar: Alright! I hit for 20 and push him over the table so he slams against the wall. And uh… Well, originally he was gonna go up there and suck it, but now it’s bloody and uh… He’s not really into that.

And that is how to break your DM during the final boss encounter.

I find the personality section on the wikia for Miraak really fucking annoying for a couple of reasons. Either the person who wrote it is an idiot, Bethesda is comprised of idiots, or I’m an idiot. It’s probably the latter, but either way, I’m going to fucking explain why it’s bullshit.

So, first of all, we know that Miraak is the first Dragonborn and was once a Dragon Priest under the rule of the dragons. I said dragon three times. Doesn’t matter. Miraak then read a Black Book, some shit happens, and now Miraak is Hermaeus Mora’s champion and knows a forbidden shout that can bend other’s will.

Considering that Miraak rebelled against the dragons/read that Black Book around the time that the other Nords were rebelling against the dragons (since Hakon One-Eye, Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, and Felldir the Old had all begged for his help as Dragonborn to help defeat Alduin), we have to assume that Miraak was sick of being under the dragon’s rule. I mean, he probably had a good fucking life, he had his own temple for fuck’s sake, and rebelling against the dragons would’ve been an extremely risky move. Did Miraak want more power, or did he just want true freedom? I see it as a man who was finally given the opportunity to rebel, a fleeting chance at defeating the dragons, and he took it. He had a shout to control dragons, and the inborn ability to devour their souls. Wombo-fucking-combo.

Now, had Miraak joined the original rebellion in the rest of Skyrim (I say the rest of Skyrim as opposed to just Skyrim since Solstheim was still attached to Skyrim at this point), he probably would’ve been much more successful. But, since his personality is “very arrogant and rash,” he said fuck it and made his own rebellion that failed SPECTACULARLY. I have no idea what he did to “announce” his rebellion, but Miraak had three acolyte priests on his side as well, so I don’t think this was a spur of the moment “Oh I’m just going to go out and kill a dragon now.” I feel like this was a rebellion long in the works, maybe for as long as Miraak had been a dragon priest. He literally convinced three other Dragon Priests to join his side, and Dragon Priests were so loyal to the dragons that they serve them past their deaths. This motherfucker got not one, not two, but three whole ass Dragon Priests to join his little rebellion! So, oh yeah, this wasn’t an overnight deal. I’m quickly delving into headcanon territory, but I think Miraak (head of the Priest rebellion, which is a secret rebellion at this point) and the others actively sought out a power to give them more of an edge against the dragons, because apparently Miraak being Dragonborn wasn’t enough. And then you can bet your entire ass that Herma Mora was like “Oh I can take advantage of this situation!”

Was Miraak tricked into becoming Hermaeus Mora’s champion? Oh hell fucking no. But did Miraak read the entire Becoming a Champion of a Daedric Prince Contract? Hell fucking no as well. We are talking about Miraak, the dude who hated being under the rule of the dragons so much, that he sought forbidden knowledge to defeat them. And he just signs his life away like that? He’s just going from being under one rule to another. He’s not actually gaining anything.

Back to the whole “dragons raze his temple” part, Miraak isn’t defeated by dragons. He’s defeated by a fellow Priest. Vahlok. Dude, the fight was rigged though. I’m seeing it as this: Miraak has just defeated twenty one (as seen by the amount of skeletons outside of his temple) dragons, and he may be powerful from the souls he’s just absorbed, but you do not fight twenty one fucking dragons and come out unscathed. Was he at the height of his power at the time? Yes. Was he at his full potential though? No. Miraak is almost defeated by Vahlok, his acolyte priests either fled or dead (fled, they fled, but Miraak doesn’t know that yet), Vahlok was probably 0.2 seconds away from the final blow, and Hermaeus Mora was like “Hey wait no that’s my champion you can’t do that this fight isn’t fair,” and fucking SWOOPS Miraak out of Nirn and drops him in Apocrypha.

Let’s say you just fought a really bloody battle, and somebody who you know saves you last minute and takes you back to their house to recover as part of a contract you signed with them (the contract was that if you gave them your life, they’d help you and save yours). It’s a cool house, it has a great library, and you learn a good amount of stuff while you’re recovering. When you get better, you’re like, “Hey, I’m ready to get back out there and keep fighting!” But they just shake their head, and only now you realize that the windows are barred and the door has seemingly disappeared. Maybe, just maybe, this somebody you know wants you to learn more before you go back out to fight. That’s valid, right? Maybe they just don’t think you’re ready yet. So, you head back to that really awesome library they have and start hitting the books. You learn a lot, like, a lot a lot. But you’ve been reading for so long now, and you kind of want to go back outside. You’ve even cleaned up the house and done all sorts of errands and chores for this somebody, you’ve helped so much and you’ve been so loyal. Look! It’s a sunny day! It’s nice out! Why won’t they let you outside?

They never let you go.

And four thousand fucking years past, everyone you once knew is dead, and the world moved on without you. You’re just a footnote in history, long forgotten, with nobody who cares about you. And this somebody, this fucking somebody, still won’t let you leave. You’ve read through the library a thousand times now, you’ve gotten smarter, quicker, and stronger. When you signed that contract, you had no idea an eternity was this long. You now realize that after all this time, you have the chance to free yourself, to be a master of your own life again. So you take that chance.

That’s what I believe it was like for Miraak. It’s a far more interesting and bittersweet story than what’s put together on the wikia.

Now that I’ve explained all of that, I can finally get into why I hate that part of his wikia page so much. It says that Miraak “seems to be motivated solely by his lust for power” and can be seen through “his initial betrayal of the Dragons at the height of their power.”

What? Sorry, what? His lust for power? His “lust for power” isn’t a “lust for power,” it’s a desire for freedom. His initial betrayal shows jack shit about him having any sort of lust for power, it seems more like a man trying to gain control of his life through ulterior means. Hermaeus Mora offered the power to defeat the beings that had all of Solstheim and Skyrim under their grasp. And then the wikia says that his “lust for power” can also be be seen “through his resistance to the effects of Apocrypha as it is said that all those who venture there become prisoners of their own thirst for knowledge and are unable to leave, whereas Miraak appeared unaffected.”


“This is the only way, Dragonborn. The only way I can be free.”

That doesn’t sound like a man lusting for power, that sounds like a man desperate for freedom.

Basically, if you replaced “lust for power” with “want for freedom,” everything would make more sense. However, I do agree when they say that he’s fiercely independent and extremely arrogant. Like, literally, when he says he could’ve defeated Alduin but chose otherwise, pretty fucking arrogant. But in the same breath, he admits that Alduin would’ve been troublesome for him, and thanks the Last Dragonborn. He respects the Dragonborn in combat as well. He says shit like “You are strong. Stronger than I believed possible.” and “The Greybeards taught you well.” and “You could have been mighty, if fate had decreed otherwise.” and “You fight valiantly against fate, but I am stronger here.”

He really actually does respect the Last Dragonborn and their fighting abilities and resilience, but since Miraak already believes he will win (again, arrogant nature), they’re kind of backhanded compliments. But have you noticed that he keeps going on about fate as well? He believes it is his fate to be free. He believes that if he no longer acts as Hermaeus Mora’s pawn, he automatically has control over his own fate, his own destiny. One of his last lines before he dies, he says “This cannot be. I am master of my own fate!”

He’s shocked that he lost due to his arrogance and in disbelief that he failed since he truly believed he had control over his fate. But it was all an illusion. He never had control. He was just a puppet on Hermaeus Mora’s stage, where the script was already written and it read that the Last Dragonborn was victorious. The Last Dragonborn is not the “good guy” in this situation. The Last Dragonborn played right into Hermaeus Mora’s little scheme. And now the Last is Herma’s new champion as well.

I’ve already made my point with the wikia section, and I’m just rambling now. Miraak is painted like the bad guy from the start because he bent the will of the inhabitants of Solstheim in order to gain his freedom. He had a self-serving (but justifiable) goal, and was forced to use “bad” means to serve his own means. It’s like he’s consistently backed into a corner and is forced to do things. In the first case, it was using forbidden knowledge that Hermaeus Mora gifted him, and in the second, it was controlling the minds of the inhabitants of Solstheim to build shrines to him so he can gain enough power to return to Nirn. It’s an extremely upsetting story.

There’s one more thing I want to talk about, and that’s Miraak’s Mantra. 

“Here in my shrine
That you have forgotten
Here do you toil
That you might remember
By night you reclaim
What by day was stolen
Far from yourselves
I grow ever near to you
Your eyes once were blinded
Now through me do you see
Your hands once were idle
Now through them do I speak
And when the world shall listen
And when the world shall see
And when the world remembers
That world shall cease to be.”

Let’s break this motherfucker down.

“Here in my shrine; That you have forgotten.” Self explanatory, Miraak’s influence and past has long been forgotten on Solstheim. But the way it’s phrased almost insinuates that the All-Maker Stones were once originally Miraak’s. Were the stones corrupted in the past when Miraak still lived, or were they created while he was alive as shrines to him? The Skaal preach about their sacred traditions and fuck not, but their history keeping skills are really fucking shitty since they don’t write anything down. This can all be more simply said as: who made the stones, and were they originally shrines?

“Here do you toil; That you might remember.” Self explanatory again, people work at the shrines, and the more they work there, the more they start to remember who Miraak was/is.

“By night you reclaim; What by day was stolen.” Now this I find interesting again. The night part makes sense because the inhabitants of Solstheim can only go under the mind control influence of the shrines when they fall asleep (I kind of wonder why too? Why only night? Is it because people lose control of their body? And the way the people of Raven Rock recall being under the spell, they recall it as a vague dream. I honestly just answered my own question, the spell or whatever makes it seem like it’s a dream, so the brain is still asleep and in it’s dream state, but the body is awake and working on building/rebuilding the shrines/temple), but the day part, hoo boy. It could mean something simple as hell, maybe Miraak was defeated four thousand years ago when it was daytime. Or maybe, it means something EVEN simpler, like how as the years and days passed, the memory of Miraak faded more and more and more. The daily lives of the people took over, and so, by day, Miraak just became a distant passing thought. “The name sounds familiar… but I just can’t place it.”

“Far from yourselves; I grow ever nearer to you.” The far from yourselves part obviously refers to the mind control aspect of this. The further the people get from “surfacing” and waking up from their mind control state, the more progress is made on the shrines, and the closer Miraak gets to returning. “Your eyes once were blinded; Now through me do you see. Your hands once were idle; Now through them do I speak.” Same concept as I just explained. 

“And when the world shall listen; And when the world shall see; And when the world remembers; That world shall cease to be.” Now we’re getting juicy. The world listening, seeing, and remembering all adheres to what I’ve said above already, but the last part? That very last chilling line? “That world shall cease to be.” I think it has a different meaning than what the surface portrays. When somebody says the world shall cease to be, you first think about the world ending, right? Alduin the World Eater Apocalypse style, right? I don’t think it’s so. Miraak gains nothing whatsoever for bringing the end of the world, nor does he ever show in his dialog and actions that he wants to destroy what he’s working so hard to gain again. The world he’s talking about is the world that has forgotten who is he, the world that has forgotten the bloodshed, the world that has forgotten it’s own history. When Miraak returns, that deaf, blinded, and amnesiac world will cease to be; and an enlightened one will be born from it. 

Alright, well that was a fucking ride. Got way too long. Whatever. Fuck man. SHIT.

Have this homemade meme now.





Magnus Chase somehow managed to shower all the chocolate off of himself, but he couldn’t wash off the sensation he felt on his lips.

In fact, he never wanted to.

He put on a fresh set of clothes and laid down on his bed, staring up at Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and thought about Alex Fierro.

He thought about his badassery in every way, shape, and form—in every sense of each of those words. No matter if Alex was a girl or a guy, Magnus finally admitted to himself something he already knew, but couldn’t quite believe himself until now.

“I’m in love with Alex Fierro.”

The words felt amazing yet foreign to say. He had crushed on Alex since she arrived at Hotel Valhalla all those months ago, but he never really realized what those weird fuzzy feelings in his stomach were until Alex kissed him under the blanket in Niflheim, and suddenly, everything became a thousand times clearer.
Even after the second kiss, Magnus still couldn’t quite fathom the idea that Alex might actually like him back.

Magnus touched a couple of fingers to his lips to make sure they were still there and thought about what Alex had said.

“I need some space, Chase.”

Magnus decided that that was reasonable.

I mean, I did kind of just say that her kissing me is the best thing to ever happen to me, Magnus thought to himself. And on a boat made of dead people’s toenails, surrounded by giants. Yep. Super romantic.

Magnus thought about everything before deciding something for himself:

I need some space too. But first, Alex Fierro.

He thought about how Alex would call him stupid if he heard Magnus’s somewhat contradicting thoughts, but the thought of Alex made Magnus’s cheeks flush and his stomach buzz.

Magnus got out of bed and headed towards Alex’s door and knocked. When Alex opened it, he gave Magnus a face that said: really?

“Magnus, what part of ‘I need space’ and ‘I’ll get back to you’ did you not understand? Do you want me to explain it to you like you’re two?”

“Hello to you too, Alex. Listen, I understand you need space, and I’m completely okay with that. I just came here to tell you that I need a bit of space too, just to figure things out, okay?”

Alex nodded and crossed his arms.

“That’s fair.”

“B-but I also don’t want us to completely ignore each other,” Magnus continued, feeling himself getting flustered. Alex smiled, which did anything but calm down the wild party that was happening inside of Magnus’s chest.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re smitten and flustered!” Alex said, pinching Magnus’s cheek and laughing. Magnus’s face only became more red.

“I hate you,” Magnus said, trying to be seriously sarcastic but smirking.

Alex smirked back. “I hate you too.”

Magnus got lost in Alex’s eyes before he remembered what he was going to say.

“Oh, one more thing: can I borrow that book with all the BLT terms?”

“Did you mean that book with all the LGBTQIA+ terms?”Alex asked, rolling his eyes and smiling. “I do tend to have the power to make people question their sexuality. Here, I’ll go get it.”

Alex returned carrying a decent-sized book that had been well-used and well-loved. The cover was covered in colors and stickers, and the title read: The Queer Alphabet: A Guide to LGBT and Everything In Between. It looked like it was written in silver holographic glitter that made rainbows when you moved it.

“If you damage this book in any way, shape, or form, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Magnus sensed that despite the fact that they were einheirji in Valhalla and could easily reincarnate, Alex was not being completely sarcastic.

“This is the book that helped me figure out who I am. I got it from my abuelo,” Alex whispered, not meeting Magnus’s eyes. Magnus gently patted Alex’s arm.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Alex.”

Alex Fierro smiled and Magnus’s stomach was about to explode with happiness, rainbows, unicorns, and falafels.

“I hope it helps you as much as it helped me,” Alex said before closing the door and leaving Magnus staring at the polished brown wood.

Magnus returned to his room, plopped down on his bed, and opened the book. On the inside of the book was a note, written in what looked Spanish. After being homeless and looking at Mexican restaurant menus for two years and hanging out with Alex for the past few months, Magnus was just able to read the note:

My Dear Alex,
I hope this book helps you figure out who you are. No matter what, never stop being the amazing person you are, and don’t be afraid of change.
With love, Abuelo.

The last few words of the last sentence were underlined in neon pink pen, and in the same color, just below the note, was another note (in Spanish) that read:

I won’t.

Magnus softly smiled at the little exchange.

As Magnus flipped through the book, he felt like he was discovering a whole new world. He knew, of course, that non-straight and non-cisgender people existed, but he never truly knew how many types of non-straight/cisgender people there were. As he went along the book, he noticed little notes written in the margins with neon colored pens and definitions highlighted in either pink or green. He also made a list on a separate sheet of paper with a list of sexualities and romantic orientations (something else he previously did not know existed) that he could possibly be:

  • Aromantic: yEaH tOtAlLy (no)
  • Asexual: hmmm, probably not
  • Bisexual: maybe probably?
  • Demisexual: I know this doesn’t have anything to do with demigods but I bet Percy’s demisexual (but I’m not)
  • Gay/Homosexual: It would probably be hard for me to be attracted to only one (1) gender with Alex Fierro being genderfluid
  • Heterosexual: LMAO NAH BRO
  • Lesbian (see: gay/homosexual): not even close

Magnus kept flipping through the book until he came across a term that, when he read its definition, made his heart vibrate for a second.

Pansexual: Attraction to people regardless of gender; attraction to all genders.

Magnus looked at the pink, yellow, and light blue striped flag that was next to the word.

Suddenly, he felt right.


The next morning, Magnus returned the book. At least, he tried to. When he knocked on Alex’s door, there was no response. Magnus took a post-it note and wrote a note on it and stuck it to Alex’s door. Deciding it would be better and safer if he kept the book in his room rather than leave it on the floor in a hotel full of regularly-dying-and-fighting dead people, Magnus went back to his room to prepare for the day’s battle. He had just taken his shirt off when he heard a voice behind him.

“What is it with you and not closing the door before you change your clothes?”

Alex Fierro leaned against Magnus’s door frame wearing a pink and green chain-mail sweater vest with dark green jeans.

Magnus felt the blood rushing to his face.

“I—uh—” was all he could stutter out.

“Gods, Magnus…” Alex said as she rolled her eyes—Magnus realized that Alex was now female—and smiled up at the ceiling.

“At least you’re not covered in chocolate,” Alex finished, her heterochromatic eyes sparkling.

Magnus couldn’t think of anything to add, so he decided to do what he did best: awkwardly change the topic.

“Thanks for letting me borrow the book,” he started. “It really helped.”

Alex smiled fondly and genuinely, and Magnus nearly melted on the spot.

“I’m glad,” Alex said, walking towards Magnus and pulling out a crumpled-up post-it note from her jean pockets. Magnus realized it was the one he had left for her.

“I’m guessing you’ve decided on…hmm…asexual?” Alex tried to hold back a laugh (and failed to do so) as she and Magnus looked at the bad drawing of a pan with “oh no I’m attracted to kitchen stuff” written next to it. Magnus couldn’t help but join in.

“You do know what pansexual means, right?” Alex asked, still laughing.

“Yeah,” Magnus replied.

“Good, because I’m pansexual too.”

Magnus couldn’t stop the giddy feeling that exploded in his chest.

“I know it’s none of my business, and you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to or whatever, but what’s your romantic orientation?” Alex asked, calming down.

“Probably panromantic as well. Can that be different than my sexuality?”

“Oh yeah, totally. I know people who are asexual but biromantic, pansexual but aromantic, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Cool,” Magnus remarked. “What’s your romantic orientation?”

“I’m panromantic too.”

“Cool,” Magnus said.

The duo stood awkwardly next to each other before Magnus realized what Alex wanted.

“Here’s your book,” he said, getting it from his bed and handing it to Alex. “I promise I didn’t damage it.”

“You better not have,” Alex said with a smirk as she turned around and began walking to the door. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, Chase.”

“See ya then, Fierro.”

Alex looked back and smiled before closing the door behind her.


The battle was a bloodbath.

The daily battles always were, but it was especially bloody today.

Everything Magnus could see was tainted red due to the blood dripping down his head. He felt light and heavy all at the same time and he could feel himself about to die. He called upon his healing powers and was rejuvenated just enough for his vision to become clear again and for him to have enough self-awareness to see what was happening no more than ten feet in front of him.

Alex was fighting—and losing to—a berserker from Floor 432. Magnus noticed that the berserker’s spear was about to impale Alex.

He started running towards the two fighters. Despite knowing that death in Hotel Valhalla was temporary, the thought of Alex dying and him not doing anything to stop it made Magnus sick.

Magnus gathered up the little strength he had left, and at the last second, he threw himself between the spear and Alex.

The spear impaled him straight through the heart.

The last thing Magnus heard was Alex screaming, and the last thing that he saw was Alex beginning to cry as she beheaded the berserker with her garrote.


Magnus woke up hours later in his bed, his scars from the day’s battle in the last stages of healing.

He attempted to sit up in bed and grunted at the pain in his chest.

“Lie back down, idiot.”

Magnus’s eyes adjusted and he saw that Alex Fierro was standing over him, his eyebrows knitted together with what was either worry or concentration.

Magnus noticed that Alex had shifted genders again and was now male.

“I’m fine,” Magnus said, wincing at the pain.

“Like Hel you are,” Alex responded, rolling his eyes.

Magnus sighed as he asked, “Why are you here? Not that I don’t want you here or anything, I just—”

“I waited for you to wake up, idiot,” Alex responded, crossing his arms across his chest.

Magnus let the fact that Alex Fierro had waited for Magnus to wake unsettle in. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.

“Listen,” Magnus said as he started to explain himself.

“About what happened on the battlefield—I know you said you needed space—”


“—and I understand that completely, but I just—”


“I couldn’t just stand there and watch you die!”

“Dude, I’m already dead.”

“You know what I meant.”

The two einherjar stared at each other.

“I get that you need space—”

“Magnus, please—”


Magnus was cut off by Alex Fierro leaning down and kissing him.

As Magnus closed his eyes, he suddenly forgot what he was saying.

Though it caused his shoulders to scream in pain, Magnus reached up and gently took hold of Alex’s head.

When the couple broke apart, Magnus noticed that Alex’s gender had shifted to female.

“You’re—you’re a girl now,” Magnus noted.

Alex smiled and nodded.

“Neat. I didn’t know that kissing a genderfluid einherjar caused their gender to change.”

Alex laughed and held one of Magnus’s hands against her face

“I thought you needed space?” Magnus asked, rubbing his thumb against Alex’s face.

“I got my space, Chase,” Alex said, kissing him again.

“I’m ready when you are.”

Magnus couldn’t (and didn’t try to) stop the smile that beamed across his face. He leaned forward and kissed Alex again.

Magnus backed slightly away, stared at Alex’s eyes, and smiled again.

“Bring it on, Fierro.”

Victor with flowers in his hair probably felt lonely at the top.

Victor with actually thinning hair, though…

…he’s never alone again. Yuuri will love him even when he’s bald.

(*whispers* Basically, 離れずにそばにいて, but forever.)

Not so hypothetically, but actually, a date

aka, what could have happened if Chase’s minions had been so kind as to hold off on their kidnapping spree an extra 24 hours

for my friends on twitter who told me I should write this and know I can’t say no to them :) 

psa: this is unbeta-ed and it’s past my bedtime, so read at your own risk of grammatical errors lol

Felicity opened her refrigerator in search of the leftover takeout she could’ve sworn was still in there somewhere. To her dismay, all she was greeted with was mostly empty shelves. She was not a big grocery shopping person to begin with, and with everything they had been dealing with over the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember the last time she pushed a cart through those fluorescent lit aisles.

“How did Oliver manage to be the Green Arrow and keep our refrigerator stocked,” she muttered to herself as she checked a container of yogurt to discover it had expired months ago.

Her eyes caught the box from Oliver’s party the night before and she slid it out, remembering that there had been a few leftover slices of cake. They were on summer break after all, so cake was an acceptable dinner… right?

She was debating eating it straight from the box versus preserving some of her dignity and getting a plate when she remembered that she didn’t have to spend her evening sitting at her counter eating cake alone.

Setting the box down and reaching for her phone, she hit her first number on speed dial and waited while it rang. Which wasn’t a long wait since he picked up before the first ring had finished.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… Am I only allowed to call when I’m in danger?” she teased.

There was a pause. “Well, no I just—“

“Do you want to come over tonight?” She needed to get the words out before he gave her enough time to talk herself out of it. She could practically see his eyebrow rise in that way it did when she said something that could have multiple interpretations and she hastily added, “There’s just leftover birthday cake and I was about to eat it but I realized that you should probably get dibs on it since it was for your birthday.” And also, I just really want to see you. “I promise this isn’t a ruse. But if you’re busy I understand and—”

“No,” he interrupted her. “No I’m not busy. I’m just finishing up at City Hall and then I can be right over.”

The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile at the eagerness he was trying so hard and yet failing to hide in his voice.

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interconnection | myg

summary: you can never trust anything in the wizarding world. not even your own goddamn journal. 


pairing: yoongi x female reader
word count: 8k
genre: fluff
a/n: all poetry in y/n’s journal written by yours truly! obviously, anything written in yoongi’s journal is written by him. also, i know the word count’s pretty short in comparison to my seokjin fic, but a majority of this fic is in messaging format, which explains both the great physical length and the shorter word count. inspired by this drarry fic, which rocks and u should read.

“all art is quite useless.” — wilde, 1890.

The first thing your mother bought you in Diagon Alley, age eleven, was a worn, brown leather journal, its pages tinted and stained but empty nonetheless. She got it off of the highest shelf in the top corner of the crowded bookstore, stretching her arms and legs to reach it, the last of its kind.

“What’s this for?” You asked as she placed it in your open, waiting palms.

“For you to write in while at Hogwarts,” she said. “I find that words always seem to have a better way of flowing when on paper rather than out loud. Don’t you?”

“I dunno,” you responded, shrugging your little shoulders as you placed the journal in your cauldron along with the rest of your required schoolbooks. “Isn’t it dumb to keep a journal?”

“Only if you treat it as such,” your mother replied, as sage as she always was. “Come, let’s get you a wand.”

With the mention of a wand, your mind wandered far from the beaten leather journal in your cauldron as you skipped out of Flourish and Blott’s, unaware of how significant the journal would end up being in your later years at Hogwarts.

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Sugar, I’m Goin’ Down// Bad Boy Shawn // Chapter Eight (The End)

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |Chapter Five |Chapter Six | Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven Recap:

When you come, you tense up and he puts his arms around you to keep you up. He is not long after, only a few strokes into your orgasm and he comes, pulling out just as he starts. You can feel it on your back as he holds you up against him. He doesn’t give you much time to get your bearings before he maneuvers you under the shower head which is starting to become lukewarm instead of hot. He runs his hands over you, rinsing off his mess before he reaches around, one arm still supporting you and your jelly like legs, and shuts off the water.

“You ready to get out?” he smiles as he leans back to face you and you nod, smiling a little and your eyes are unfocused. He had really fucked you good, better than you ever dreamed, and oh how you had dreamed. “I’ll get some towels,” he smiles and kisses your nose before stepping out to get the two of you some towels. If that was how he was going to fuck you every time, then you definitely wanted to keep him around.

Shawn stops by every morning before you go to class. Usually you wake up and he’s already there, sitting on your computer chair or lying on your floor reading a book, waiting for you to wake up. He never purposely wakes you, sometimes even letting you sleep through your alarm. He’s always super patient and waits for you to wake up on your own though. Some mornings he has breakfast from a local shop just off campus.

It goes on like this for months. You spend the morning getting ready with Shawn, both of you go to classes, you see Shawn in your shared classes, study at the library with him, go home, make dinner, do homework. Shawn sometimes comes over and you hang out for a while and then he goes home. He doesn’t stay the night unless you ask him too.

“How’s work?” you ask one night, the two of you laying in your bed. He’s got you on top of him, his hand in your hair. It was his favorite way to cuddle with you.

“It’s going good. I’ve got three clients now. Did I tell you that?” You shake your head. “Mmm, I’m teaching a ten year old to play guitar, a twelve year old to play piano and an eight year old to play guitar. I meet with the twelve and ten year old twice a week and the eight year old once a week.” Shawn smiles down at you and kisses your head. “I’m glad you helped me set up that ad online. I never would have thought about using my hobbies as a way to make money.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad people responded to it. Do you have fun?”

Shawn nods and rubs your back gently. “I love it. How is your exams going? You have one more right?”

You nod. “Yeah, just one more and I’m done. How about you?”

“I’m done. Finished my last exam today. I’m on the way to graduation with you.”

“I’m so proud of you,” you say softly and he grips your hair gently. You know he’s smiling, beaming as he presses his face into your hair.

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Perfecting the Technique

Summery: Adrien agrees to practice kissing with a certain one of his classmates and it’s all 100% platonic…. ish…

“Let me get this straight,” Adrien said, fervently trying to wrap his mind around the words that had just left his study partner’s mouth. “You want me- the guy who has never dated anyone -to teach you how to kiss?”

He tried not to sound incredulous, but the request had came out of nowhere- just an off-handed “by the way” tossed out in the middle of their weekly couch study session. As if an offer like that was something Adrien could answer with a shrug and a simple yes/no!

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Another delicate mage flower.

I started playing Pillars of Eternity and I’m already in love with everybody, even though I probably found like… half of all the companions? I have no idea how I’m going to decide between them, everybody is so interesting and well written ;__;

But at the moment Aloth wins. He’s just…  so nice, adorable and really, really likable (okay, everybody is. Oh, and there is also Durance xD) But I think it’s his insecurity and nervousness which make me like him so much, especially when he is also so smart and observant. I totally have a soft spot for this kind of characters.

Also, it’s hilarious how much he fails at staying alive and how much he needs somebody to watch over his fragile ass. And I’ll never forget the fact, that when you meet him for the first time he looks like a garbage elf, wearing a tattered rag as a cloak.music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyxBWaO-ItM

Girl Crush

A/N: Doing laundry yesterday, I listened to this song from Little Big Town. I have had this floating around in my head for the last few months and decided I finally had time to write it and it came easier than I expected. Thank you so much to my bestie @just-another-busy-fangirl for being my saving grace as well as my amazing beta, forever and always. I also want to thank @iwantthedean, for her constant support and encouragement even if I think it is crap. Love you both!

Warnings: Language, maybe? Flangsty AF, mentions of ‘wanting’ another woman, but if y’all have heard the song, you know what’s what, pining for Dean

WC: 2200-ish

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jenna, minor OC

“So get this,” Sam starts. “A woman is taken from her home, no forced entry and the only sign of struggle is the comforter hanging off the bed and a glass of water tipped over, and even that is a stretch.”

“So what are you thinking Sam?” I asked, setting plates on the table in front of him, then Dean.

“Probably just a crazy cat lady. Stupid cats knocked over the water,” Dean grumbled, taking a large sniff of the dinner I placed in front of him.

“I’m not sure yet. She is a funeral director and she had the weekend off. No one reported her missing until she failed to show for a viewing yesterday,” Sam explained. “It isn’t far from here, only up in Lincoln.”

“Oh, is that so?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother who only nodded a confirmation. “Well, let’s finish eating first. Wheels out in an hour?”

“Yeah, that gives me enough time to clean up the dishes, too,” I responded, returning to my meal.

“Oh, Sweetheart, I’ll help you with that,” Dean threw me a wink. Good thing I was sitting or my knees would have given out.

“You don’t have to do that, Dean. I can take care of it,” I mumbled, smiling sweetly. God, I wanted him to help. I wanted him to wrap those long, strong arms around me while I washed plates. I wanted to pretend to be annoyed with him, so he would just hold me tighter and longer.

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Set Up- Jughead Imagine (Riverdale)

A/N: This is my first Riverdale imagine!! I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback or a request of your own!

Requested by anoymous:  I wanted to request a riverdale imagine. Could it be something like your Betty’s sibling and jughead has liked you for a while so Betty and Archie set you two up?

Word count:1013

Warnings: N/A

Sat in a booth at Pop’s you sighed in frustration as the chemistry stared back at you, unanswered. Looking up to the ceiling for inspiration, you failed to notice the raven haired boy sliding into the booth opposite you.

“I’m not sure if praying for the answers is really your best bet” Jughead said with a small smirk

“Its chemistry” You told him rolling your eyes at the thought of the work in front of you

“Well in that case praying probably is your best bet” He replied his smirk growing even bigger as you smiled

“So” You began “Is there a particular reason that the Jughead Jones has decided to grace me with his presence?” You asked whilst taking a sip from your milkshake

“Oh I dunno I just thought maybe you could use some distraction from your chemistry” He mused whilst opening his laptop

“Trying to make me fail I see” You smirked with a raised eyebrow

“Wouldn’t dream of it” He smirked back

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For: A lot of people including 5 anons, @raywinchester and a few people who I think I’m forgetting (Sorry) so enjoy!

Imagine: Having tension between you and Eric after being caught accidentally cuddling. 

Part 3 to these imagines: Part 1 and Part 2

It’s been a week since you left Amity, a week since you were caught snuggling with the jackass leader, Eric. The two of you hadn’t spoken since the incident, you had simply made uncomfortable eye contact every time you ran into each other. Your friends, especially Zeke, on the other hand refused to let you live it down, not only had he told half the faction about what he had seen, but every time you walked past him, he would make snarky remarks or teasingly call you muffin

Eric had been an even bigger ass to everyone in attempts to keep up his reputation. Though you hadn’t spoken to him, every time he snapped at someone you had the urge to punch him in the face. For some unknown reason, you had been even more irritable around him ever since that unfortunate night, something inside you had changed, but you couldn’t tell what it was. 

You shake your head to clear your mind and continue walking down the hallways, making your way to your apartment after a long day of work. Just before you turn a corner you hear the quivering voice of a boy, “P-please sir, I didn’t mean to, the knife slipped and-and I-I’m sorry sir.”

You peak your head around the corner and see the familiar blonde haired man with tattoos trailing down his neck. Eric was burning holes into the scrawny black-haired boy’s face with his piercing stare; the venomous smirk on his face was enough to send chills even down your own spine. He had the boy, who you assumed was from this year’s batch of initiates, shaking in his boots and he was clearly enjoying it, “You didn’t mean to huh? If you were on the streets in a fight and you dropped the fucking knife you’d be killed! You’re a weak-ass, boneless initiate who is better off factionless!”

“Eric!” You yell revealing yourself, both of them turn their attention towards you and you storm over, “Initiation just started, it’s your job to teach them how to throw a fucking knife, not discourage them!" 

"How do you except me to do shit when they have no courage in the first place?” He hisses, the poor initiate looks like he’s about to burst into tears.

“Kid, get back to the dorms, don’t worry about any of this,” You say gently but assertively, the kid looks up at Eric for permission so you simply say, “Go.”

He scampers away and Eric instantly grabs your arms pushing hard against the wall, you let out an unintentional gasp, “What the fuck are you doing?!" 

"You’re being a fucking ass!”

“They’re my initiates Y/N, I’m a fucking leader, you are a petty patrol, how dare you butt into my business?!” His face is now meer centimetres from yours, and you can smell his minty breath. 

“Just because you’re a leader doesn’t mean you can make everyone’s life a living hell Eric, ever since you’ve become a leader, nobody even wants to be in Dauntless!” For a split second, you think you see a look of hurt on his face, but it goes back to its menacing-self so fast that you think you probably just imagined it. 

“You’ve gained a lot of guts after sleeping with me Y/N, weren’t you absolutely horrified of that little spider? Now you’re talking back to a Dauntless leader?” He smirks. 

“Oh dear Eric, the only difference is that spiders are actually scary, you, on the other hand, are not,” You smirk back; you have a fucking death wish don’t you Y/N?

He raises his eyebrows, tightening his grip on your arms, there’ll definitely be bruises there in the morning, “You’re not scared of me huh Y/N?" 

"Definitely not,” your voice falters at the end, he’s a lot closer now. 

“You sure are something special Y/N, you have been since that first day of your training when you told me to, ‘Do my job and actually teach you something,’” You blush. 

“Y-you still remember that?” You had transferred a year after Eric and he had been one of your instructors, him being the ass he was, you had decided to stand up for yourself and your fellow initiates, it’s been five years since that encounter and you had almost forgotten about it, you were surprised that he hadn’t. He got closer. 

“I haven’t forgotten, I also remember that in order to punish you I made you stand in front of a target in the gun range and I shot at you. You didn’t even flinch a millimetre,” He moved closer and closer with every word that followed, “I remember everything muffin.”

You couldn’t help but lean up in attempts to close the gap between you two, Eric leans back, chuckling, his eyes had softened considerably, “You just can’t wait can you muffin?”

He releases one of your arms, moving his hand to your cheek, running the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, you involuntarily whisper his name and he smirks, finally he closes the gap between your desperate lips, he gently bites your lip and you gasp, giving him entrance, your tongues fight for dominance. He finally pulls away and without thinking you lean into him, surprisingly he puts him arms around you for a second before you steady yourself on your feet. 

Eric finally takes a step back, “I was definitely right about you being special Y/N." 

"Y-you’re not too bad yourself Eric,” You stutter, attempting to sound confident but failing. 

“Well we should probably get back to our apartments, it’s getting late,” He turns to leave but he suddenly turns back, “Oh and Y/N?”


“This time let’s be a little more careful about accidentally getting caught,” He winks and walks away, leaving you to compose yourself. 

Something had definitely changed that night in Amity, the feelings you had been repressing for Eric since initiation had finally surfaced. 

A/N: I’m baaaaackkkkkkk!!!!!! I missed you all! xoxo

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