i was supposed to do two more of those

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Trans Day of Visibility!

My name is Kal (he/him). Two years ago I came out to all my family and friends. A lot has changed in those twenty-four months: a name, a voice, a smile — a perspective, among other things. I like to think who I am has not changed, but more how much of myself I share and how am with others. I’m the same as before, except I’m more honest.

I still carry sadness and find myself still dissatisfied with my form, my state of mind, my living situation. I suppose that means I have more growing to do.

Two years down, one lifetime ahead.

his little princess / draco malfoy

WARNING: DADDY DRACO FEELS THAT COULD POSSIBLY KILL YOU

p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)

word count// 2,351

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

December the seventh had been the due date for your little pink bundle.

Three days had slipped by and every second of those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and your main target was Draco.

It was December the eleventh, the start of the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the clock read 5:45 and it remained dark outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.

Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest, your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with Draco.

A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks. He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.

“Contractions again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen stomach.

Sighing at his comforting touch, your head bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not strong and irregular.”

Draco moved his hand up to your flushed cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you felt like an unattractive beached whale.

His fingers never ceased in stroking your hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or make some breakfast.”

“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.

Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.

You tilted your head further back to meet his eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick. Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up, revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.

“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”

“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice, my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy and—Oi!”

You had smacked his head and tried to stifle your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You scolded.

“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you? We’re ready to meet you, princess.”

The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been that.

On December eleventh, the fourth day after your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.

Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house, capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.

“Your water broke which means you’re in labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!

You couldn’t help but giggle and take his hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.

He gaped down at your smaller frame before pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he shook slightly in your grasp.

A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”

“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”


Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.

Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as possible.

Draco bent down to your level and kissed your head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,” He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so good, taking those contractions like a champ.”

Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”

He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor and its kicking my ass more than yours.”

You giggled and rose up against the pillows to peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor like a champ, babe. I promise.”

“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”


A mere two hours prior, you had been at four centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it. The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery, the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.

“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”

With a fleeting glance into your husband’s stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.

“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into your ear.

“I love you, but we’re never having another baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.

Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”

“Push, Mrs. Malfoy!”

For the second time, you tucked your chin in, took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby out. The pressure and burning sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.

“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped the wet streaks on your cheeks.

“I love you too,” You sniffled.

The doctor placed your baby onto your chest, a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back. You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.

Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.

“My little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your daughter.”

“I think it’s the other way around, my love,” Draco said adoringly.

Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”

“That’s my girl.”

friendly-neighborhood-hufflepuff  asked:

Hi! I'm very curious as to what Hunger Pains actually is. I know it's a book but as far as I know it's Hunky Dory here's some very nice plot, let's get down to business TO DEFEAT.. THE HU- I mean- ANYWAYS I know next to nothing about your book and I have a Need To Know Things.

Hunger Pangs (don’t worry, my husband calls it Pains all the time and I have the draft manuscript On. My. Wall.) was a shit post written just over a year ago after @jeneelestrange goaded me into it.

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If you go through my tags #Hunger Pangs and #the vampire werewolf thing, you will finds lots and lots of meta and the occasional snippet of fiction. Some of it is very NSFW, and has been marked as such. I hope to get most of that archived on Ao3 at some point for easier perusal, I just haven’t had the time yet.

I will request that you be careful when typing #Hunger Pangs into the tumblr search function, as the tag is unfortunately used predominantly by eating disorder blogs, often ones not aimed towards recovery. This is something I was not aware of at the time when I started tagging the book and I’ve since started using HPangs (also Phangs) more often and am working my way back through the tags to fix this. If you wish to look at things pertaining only to my work through that tag, the url link is here: https://thebibliosphere.tumblr.com/tagged/hunger%20pangs

By request there is going to be two versions of the book, one with kink, and one without for those who prefer more fluff than smut in their reading repertoire. This is something I plan to do for all my future novels as well for those who are interested in my work, but don’t necessarily want to read about kink. 

The whole thing was supposed to be me just flipping tropes on their head for funsies, with the original draft intended to be a short 10k satire of the paranormal romance trope where Totally-Average-Girl gets sucked into a magical world and becomes the heated love interest of two usually “dominant” supernatural males and a toxic love triangle ensues (among other things). It was a trope I had to work with a lot in the industry as an editor, and became somewhat of a pet peeve of mine. So much so that somewhere along the line this fun little satire turned into a full 60k+ manuscript with happy, healthy polyamory instead, where nobody dies. Because that is also a trope in bi poly romance novels that can fuck right the fuck off as well. I mean, one of them’s already kinda technically dead?? But he’s fine with it.

The focus is on three main characters, a vampire called Vlad, a werewolf Nathan, and a being of as of yet undisclosed species who goes by the name of Ursula, and how they are brought together in a fantasy AU regency styled world torn apart by war and prejudice. If Game of Thrones ascribes to the idea that the world is dark and full of terrors, Hunger Pangs is the weird cryptid fancier asking where you can find them and are they looking to date anyone right now.

It’s ultimately a story of struggle, betrayal and power. But above all else Hunger Pangs is about love, romantic or otherwise, and the lengths people will go to in order to protect what is good and right in the world. It’s love as an act of bravery and defiance. And also punching fascists with your werewolf boyfriend, but that was honestly just a happy narrative coincidence that happened to coincide with the absolute shit show 2017 has turned out to be. 

It’s heavy on puns, satirical commentary and at times, moments of outright defiance.

Author friends who have read the raw manuscript have described it as being, “like reading the queer-goth-punk love child of Terry Pratchett and the Addams Family filled with hope and rage” and honestly I’ve never been more proud or terrified of anything I’ve ever done in my entire life.

I’m hoping to have the pre-order on Amazon up by the end of October, with full release planned for sometime around Christmas, provided my health holds out and I don’t end up needing more emergency surgery. So far the odds are looking good :)

The artwork for the covers has been designed by our very own @whales-and-witchcraft/ @umicorms and is just, I have no words for how much I love it. I can’t wait to share it with all of you. I’m so excited.

Terrified. 

But excited.

So since  SOMEONE ( @splatoon-jim​) is in the mood for Angst, I’m gonna give them what they want.

I decided to re-watch ADWM because i hate myself and splatoon jim forced my hand, and there’s some things that stand out to be about Dark, now that we’ve seen WKM.

Look at Dark’s Dialogue:

- “Did you miss me? I’ve missed you, very much

- (of course i gotta add this) “I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again.”

- “I’ve been pushed aside, replaced

- “It’s my turn now”

- “I’ve been waiting patiently”

-”i suppose i could give you one last option”

- “Any of four choices, more than he had ever given you.”

-” Why do we need to choose in life?”

-(the start of the fight scene) “How did you get out?” (to Mark)

- “Two can play at that game mister.”

-(Dark, the one on the right) “He needs to die.”

- “Don’t listen to him. He’s a liar.”

-”He does bad things to good people”

-(Upon shooting Mark) “You made the right call”

There’s more in the Dark route, but those interested me the most.

So if we look at this from the perspective of WKM, this brings a lot of questions, as well as some answers

Firstly, Dark says they’ve been waiting a long time to see us again.

He doesn’t ask “who are you”

Not “why are you here,”

but I’ve missed you.
I’ve been waiting to see you
again

Dark mentions being replaced and we now know why.

That isn’t Dark talking to us: It’s Damien.

Damien is the one in control at the moment, and i think he’s in control for pretty much all of ADWM. This would explain why Dark was so adamant about killing Mark.

This would explain why Dark seems like a kind and genuine person at first. Why he said all the things he did and why he’s after Mark.

He’s angry and talking about how his Mark betrayed him.

How he was killed by a close friend and his body and identity was stolen.

In this instant, this is no longer the old ego Mark created and has revived.

In this instant, this is the shadow of a broken, angry man who lost everything. And then, standing(?) before him is the spitting image of someone he lost.

Before him stands us, the veiwer.

We’re there as though the WKM events hadn’t happened, and we aren’t the final piece of the puzzle.

A puzzle Dark thought was solved ages ago.

After all, in WKM, we gave in. We let Damien and Celine send us back and all of us were stuck together.

And we see what our absence has done to Dark.

At the end of WKM, we’re back with Celine and Damien as Dark and (going off a previous theory i had) We’re stable. Angry beyond reason and broken, but stable.

But this Dark is different.

This is just Damien and Celine stuck in an empty Shell.

We’ve gone away and the glue that help Dark together so well isn’t there and so the anger and pain and suffering is leaking out.

We see Damien’s agony in that brief moment, only for Celine’s composure to reel him in almost instantly.

That’s why Dark tells us “we made the right call”.

Dark still sees an old friend who, confused and scared as they are, remembered something.

Dark thinks we still know about WKM.

Dark thinks we killed Mark because our vengence.

The only thing left to do is get us back.

After all, Dark’s compsure is frail and shattered without us.

Without us, Damien and Celine have gone crazy with anger, agony and the loss of a common ground.

Sure, they have “our” body, but it was our conciousness that allowed them to compose themselves into Dark.

Without us, Dark’s become corrupted and unreasonable.

Towards the end of the Chocolate ending, Damien and Celine no longer see their friend.

The no longer see someone who isn’t the person they remember.

They see someone who abandoned them.

Someone who went on a date with the one person who took everything from them.,

They don’t understand that WKM wasn’t a thing for us.

They only see another friend who was taken away from them by Mark and they’re bitter at yet another betrayal after all this time.

At the end of ADWM, Damien and Celine are furious, delusional and out for our blood.

@ego-protection-squad @ego-surveillance-squad @theorybunker @chase-brody-protection-squad @jim-is-coming @jim-and-jims-protection-blog Hello friends time to join in the Angst. (thoughts though?)

Tutor (Park Jimin)

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Requested: No
Words: 2352
Warnings: fuckboy!Jimin, smut (not exactly)
Description: Park Jimin, the guy in school that everyone wants, is your tutor. While tutoring you, things get a little heated.
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Never in a million years would you think that you needed a tutor.

Your grades were perfect! Why would you ever need a tutor?

You were gliding through your classes just fine until you failed a math test. Then your math teacher told you that you were going to get a tutor.

The problem was, the teacher didn’t just give you any random tutor. He gave you Jimin—the playboy. Not only was he a playboy, but he was also the boy you somehow managed to like.

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anonymous asked:

pleeeeease tell me there's a story about nate and aj? ❤️❤️❤️

WELL ANONS (from this fic):

Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.

That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.

Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.

“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”

Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”

Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”

Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”

“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”

“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”

Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”

“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.

That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.

What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.

Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.

He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.

The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.

Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.

Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.

The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.

“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.

“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.

“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”

Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”

Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”

That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”

“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says. 

Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”

Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”

“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”

“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises. 

“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”

Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.

“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.

That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”

“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”

He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”

“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”

Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy  and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way. 

He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…

“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.

“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”

It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.

“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”

Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”

“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”

The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.

“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”

IWAOI AS PARENTS

If you haven’t realised, I’m obsessed over Iwaoi and in particular, Iwaizumi Hajime. It’s no wonder I procrastinate about them in my math class and in the process came up with way too many headcanons. So this post in particular is about Iwaoi as parents and a married couple on a whole. Be prepared for just the two of them being the best and possibly most embarrassing dads, this may be long but I really had to share it with you other Iwaoi hoes.


OKAY BUT JUST IMAGINE.

  • Iwa will probably be the type of dad that will be so fucking afraid of hurting his baby and will say most likely stuff like “But i don’t want to hurt him/her.” Because you know MOTHERFUCKING MUSCLES. But of course, in reality he is too horribly gentle for someone who has a rather aggressive way of expressing his concern.
  • He will just be in constant awe, always marveling at the baby because he made that little fucker and in his heart he is just screaming “I made this beautiful thing, he’s/she’s a little version of me. I’ll protect him/her with my life.” He’ll wake up every five minutes to check on the kid at night, and when the kid even when the kid gets older and starts having nightmares he’ll let them sleep together with him no matter what the age. [Either that he goes into their room to “protect” them from the monsters and chase it away.]
  • He definitely is the one who takes time away from work to take care of the children if they are ever sick because he is just the BEST FUCKING DAD. He’ll make them some weird stew he learned online and probably pamper them with their favourite movies, shows.
  • Also when he tries to be firm or the least bit strict, he can never scold the kid because he’s probably afraid the kid will cry. In some cases where he does make his kid/kids cry, he’ll definitely apologise.
  • Iwa is the one who cooks for the kids, no one can convince me otherwise. He’ll make pancakes, scrambled eggs, weirdly coloured but extremely good cupcakes and even milkshakes of sorts. Though he used to be athlete himself, he is a huge softie and will treat his children to ice-cream if they do well in a test etc. He says stuff like “That’s my baby girl.” Or “That’s my boy.”. Never forgetting to give them presents as well. [I swear Iwaizumi is the type to give in to the child when they want something because FUCK ME UP THIS MAN IS A ANGEL AND A BLESSING and will 11/10 be the greatest dad.]
  • Do not tell me Iwa doesn’t tie his daughter’s hair or tells his son that it’s okay to cry. He’s never believed in gender roles so teaches the kids it’s okay for a them to like stuff that others deem only acceptable in one specific gender. His daughter ends up liking volleyball and aliens like Oikawa, and their son probably likes bug-catching and makeup.
  • ALSO, he showers them with raspberries to their tummies, does all sort of weird crafts with them to surprise Papa Oikawa when he comes home. MOST IMPORTANTLY, mini headcanon that their kids makes him flower crowns and he wears them and plays dress up with them and just roleplays with them and just fucking becomes the best dad. And when he puts the kid to bed even though he might be tired as fuck from work or just taking care of them, he will still read them bed time stories and give them goodnight kisses and help them check the closet for monsters.
  • If he and Oikawa ever get in a fight, he somehow always apologises to them. And when they ask if he is okay, he tells them yes but the children are mature enough to know he’s not. He would sleep out on the couch or in one of their rooms. Thankfully, their fights don’t last very long and they would know their parents have made up if they find weird pink stuff on Papa Iwa’s neck or if they start kissing again. [They find out later from their good ol’ uncles Makki and Mattsun that those were called hickies.]
  • They have makeup sex. [Don’t fight me on this, I will fight you instead. I know this was supposed to be fluff and family friendly. But two things, this is Iwaoi we’re talking about here, and really? What more do you expect from a girl who procrastinates  about her OTP dying or fucking 24/7.]
  • Oikawa on the other hand is a little more strict. I don’t why, but maybe it’s to contrast with his husband’s big softie side.
  •  He buys their clothes. Don’t even question this. From snazzy bejewelled jumpers with sequins to the most ludicrous of fashion choices, you name it. Oddly, his kids like it, but maybe not so much when they get older. Iwaizumi on the other hand is just like, “Do you want our kid to get bullied.” Or, “If they grow up with your horrible fashion choices I’m divorcing you.” [ He doesn’t mean it of course.
  • Oikawa is the subject of the kids, and his husband’s pranks. Once, [Maybe not.] they definitely replaced his shampoo with dish-soap, poured flour into his hairdryer, drew dicks on his face when he was asleep, and maybe added salt instead of sugar to his coffee. Iwa is sure to record all this somehow and send them to Makki and Mattsun who also has kids of their own. He gets back at Iwa for all of that in bed ;)
  • Iwa dries the kids off after Dada Oikawa gives them a bubble bath, after that, he helps them pick out their sleeping clothes.
  • Oikawa organises all the family vacations, holidays, outings. He makes sure to bring them to places he knows they would have most fun at.
  • He is the embarrassing dad, what do you expect. Don’t tell me this tall little shit didn’t crash his kid’s birthday party with a photo album of all their awkward or embarrassing moments. Also, he says no liquor but when one of them asked, “What’s the best way to look good?” And though they expected some sort of weird beauty regimen, he deadpanned and said, “Chug down alcohol like you life depends on it so you get so drunk you forgot you look bad.” Iwaizumi headbutted him after that and told them clearly not to listen to his advice at all.
  • Both Iwa and Oikawa call their kids cute and sweet stuff like, “Baby girl”, “Little princess”, “Honey”, “Buddy”, “Bud” or really weird and funny ones like “Nugget”, “Badger”, “Toddler-who-ate-my-milkbread”, “Proof of Aliens’ existence”. And maybe once, Oikawa may have accidentally called their kid little motherfucker when Iwa wasn’t at home [In an endearing way.] and the kid just kept repeating it until Papa Iwa does come home and dropkicks the brunette’s ass.
  • Oikawa has a rule of no coming into his and Iwa’s room after 8 unless it’s urgent because he has a lot of pent up energy and needs to burn it somehow. [*cough*]
  • So even though Iwa can be mentally drained after work, he will wait for Oikawa to come home. [Or the other way around] And when they do, the respective other will thank them in their own way. Iwa is a cuddle person while Oikawa tries to get some GOOD-ASS fucking. Iwa always makes a measly attempt to stop him and says it will disturb their kids but they always end up fucking anyway so this is why they have to be extremely quiet and nothing, I mean nothing, turns Oikawa more on than Iwaizumi struggling to keep in his moans, and because he can’t fucking keep in his moans he very seductively bites onto his shirt while Oikawa fucks him good. Too fucking good.
  • One night they were a little loud and one of their kids heard and were like, “Papa, were you and Dada playing wrestling last night?” And while Oikawa is trying his best to convince them it’s the aliens whom have decided to visited but instead got into a fight, Iwaizumi is just like “fuck” and turns too fucking red their kids think he’s sick.
  • Also they did bareback once and as expected, Iwa had to go to the washroom too many times. This left their kids very confused and they started concluding that he was pregnant with another sibling. [They did not understand the difference between mothers and fathers yet.]
  • The kids sleep in their room on Fridays and they lay there on their really big bed and watch movies, have tickle fights, eat popcorn, tell them stories, roleplay [Not in a kinky way I swear.] Or even normal and fluffy family cuddling. The two kids sleep in the middle and the two dads each on one end, they usually take out extra blankets because Oikawa always hogs the blanket.
  • Iwa always wakes up the first to make breakfast for them, with not only exceptionally good execution, but lots of love as well :D
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HOLLYPHANT

The hollyphant is a celestial creature primarily associated with Chaav and Lastai, two gods of joy, acting primarily as their messengers. Most of the time a hollyphant is seen, it will appear as a petite flying elephant, about the size of a small dog. But if it needs to attack, it will shift into a giant, more threatening shape.

While small, the hollyphant is immune from all spells. It loses this protection when it shifts into its larger form, trading defense for offense. Despite the size change, it remains just as nimble both on ground and in the air.  It has as many magical spells, but it’s main attack is it’s trunk. As well as knock enemies about in it, the hollyphant can either release a shattering bellow or spray a shower of light (deadly to evil).

Note that both forms of the hollyphant are it’s true form. If viewed through a true seeing spell, both its large and smaller selves will be seen at the same time.

This is one of those creatures that I always kinda rolled my eyes at when I saw it. The illustration of the big winged elephant thing is not that good. But then I noticed there was a CUTE TINY GOLDEN FLYING ELEPHANT hiding next to it and I was like yesssssss.

I chose to do this as two illustrations instead of one because the CUTE TINY GOLDEN FLYING ELEPHANT deserved to be more noticeable than it is in the book. Some liberties were taken with the design of the big form. It’s supposed to have wings, but I like to think it can still fly with its ears. Just a huge bulk kept aloft by vigorously flapping tiny ears.

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You know what’s great about fairy tales that haven’t been made into Disney movies?  How completely bullshit they are.  Like, if it’s a popular enough fairy tale that it’s gotten its own movie, a lot of the completely random-seeming shit has probably been excised from that version.  If it’s just been left to molder since people stopped drinking beer for breakfast, started being able to read on a massive scale, and learned how not to give themselves ergot poisoning every winter…well, it might just sound like something a sleep-deprived kindergartener made up.


“Here, dearest sister, take this vial of water.  If it turns cloudy, you’ll know I’m sick.  If it turns red as blood, you’ll know I’m dead.”

“This is a very useful thing, dearest brother, as reliable post hasn’t been invented yet, and you’re going to just wander around until you make your fortune.  I have only one question.”

“Yes?”

“Where the hell did you get this?”

“What?”

“Where did you get a vial of water that magically knows if you’re sick or dead?  Like, did you just pick it up at the market?  Did you have to go see a witch?  How much did you pay for this?  The whole reason you’re leaving is that we’re fucking broke.”

“I just…it was just lying around.”

“What, in the attic?”

“I guess?”

“Why would we have a vial of water that can tell if you’re sick or dead just lying around in the attic?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe we can ask those animals that tricked the robbers out of their cabin in the woods.  They seem to know what they’re doing.”

“The animals…that tricked the robbers…out of their cabin.”

“Yes.”

“I hate this town.”


“Young man, if you let me sit by your fire, I’ll give you a sack of gold that can never be emptied.”

“Why would you be just wandering around alone dressed like a beggar if you have a sack of gold that can never be emptied?”

“I just…am.  Fuck you.  You want the sack or not?  Because I am dog tired, and freezing cold, and offering you a magic money-sack if I can just take a load off.”

“This is the sort of magic sack that’s going to make me really happy for like six weeks and then I’m going to get murdered in my sleep by trolls, isn’t it?”

“…yes.  Do you want it or not?”

“What the hell, with plague going around again, I’m probably not going to live more than another few months, anyway.”

“That’s the sort of can-do spirit murder-trolls love to see!”

“What?”

“Nothing.”


“Young lady, I’m very hungry, won’t you please share your bread with me?”

“Shit.  Are you the sort of stray dwarf I’m supposed to help, or are you going to murder me unless I start hitting you with a stick right now?”

“…what?”

“Those are my two options, right?  I mean, I can’t just say nah, I only have enough for me, and keep on walking.  I have to either feed you or beat the hell out of you.  So which is it?  I don’t want to get magic-murdered for picking wrong.  The last person you turned into a stone or a goat or whatever, what’d they do?”

Why is every traveler on this road so fucking weird?  I just want a hunk of bread, lady.“

“So you’re not magic?”

“Oh, well.  Yeah, of course I’m magic.”

“But you’re not going to do anything magic right now.”

“Are you on some bizarre quest to marry a prince even though you have absolutely no idea how to run a kingdom?”

“No, of course not.  Jesus.”

“Then–”

“I’m trying to figure out how to turn my seven brothers from dead swans back into humans permanently.”

“Your brothers were turned into dead swans.”

“I mean, I don’t really mind, because they transform back into men at night, but my fiance won’t get married until the mill’s courtyard isn’t full of dead swans all day.  He thinks it’s gruesome.”

“Why would anyone turn your brothers into dead swans?”

“We think the local witch was just trying to turn them into swans.  Or maybe kill them.  She was on a bender, so she can’t really remember.”

“Okay, but why?”

“My brothers were kind of dicks, before they got stuck as dead swans all day.“

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you give me half your bread, I’ll tell you how to turn them back into people full-time.”

“Why are you being so nice all the sudden?”

“Because I now really need a beer, and I hate drinking on an empty stomach.”


“Young woman, who is coincidentally very beautiful and very virtuous even though you grew up very poor in a time when that very well may have meant chronic malnutrition and seeing family members literally die of hunger, you may have the hand of the prince in marriage if you can lift his curse.”

“Okay, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can do that.  I’ve got some good fairies backing me up, and also half the animal kingdom.”

“That’s very impressive.”

“Yeah, I did a lot of really random stuff and went vegan for a while, and now apparently everything under the sun owes me.“

“Well, you’ll enjoy your time as a princess, then!”

“Well, before we do that, I thought maybe we should talk about why the curse was put on him in the first place.  Maybe you could tell me who did it, and why, and if we know where they are now.  Maybe we could sort of come up with a plan for dealing with them.  You know, after I break the curse.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Well, somebody sort of turned the prince into a giant fish and made it so fishermen can’t stop trying to catch him, so it seems like they might just try something else if we undo that.  I want to be ready.”

“Nonsense.  This curse was a one-time thing.”

“The witch still lives like right next door, yes?”

“Yes, but she’s calmed down a lot since she did this.”

“She just turned a guy into a newt last week.”

“But she likes us now.”

“Not enough to undo the curse, though.”

“Well, no.”

“So, we should probably have a plan, right?”

“Nooooooo?”

“Okay, I’m going to keep walking until I find an enchanted prince with more sensible parents.  Peace out, your majesties.”

Pirates of the Caribbean sentence meme!
Quotes from all four movies under the cut - 300 total! Send in a sentence or send in  for a random starter!

1. A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!
2. Best start believing in ghost stories. You’re in one.
3. I feel nothing.
4. You’ve seen a ship with black sails that’s crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?
5. But I have seen a ship with black sails.
6. So this is where your heart truly lies, then?
7. I’m actually feeling rather good about this.
8. I thought I had you figured. Turns out you’re a hard man to predict.
9. A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
10. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for.
11. So we’re all men of our word, really.
12. Well, you’ve proven they’re mad.
13. That’s not much incentive to fight fair then, is it?
14. In a fair fight, I’d kill you.
15. Put it away. It’s not worth getting beat again.
16. I want you to leave and never come back.
17. I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means ‘no’.
18. Well, I suppose if it is worthless there’s no point in me keeping it.
19. The code is more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules.
20. One good deed is not enough to save a man from a lifetime of wickedness.

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Title: Like Father, Like Son

Request: i’d like to give you the option for a player of your choice. essentially, you have a son with them. you drive your son from many-an-early morning practice. your child always comes first. and your husband suffers because of it he says because your never at the team events or dinners. and you guys get in an argument. and he says your never around and that your son should hang up his skates for the sake of the family. just really full of angst??

Author’s Note: This request was gold. I hope you like it! :)

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“Do you know what you’re wearing tomorrow night?” Nate asked as he walked into the house, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter where your six-year-old was quietly practicing his letters and eating his after-school snack.

“Hi Daddy!” Caleb said excitedly, his eyes lighting up when Nate rounded the counter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Hey little man.” Nate answered before turning back to you. “Tomorrow?” he questioned.  

“Tomorrow night… tomorrow night…” you muttered, your mind racing as you mentally went through your schedule. You got off from work early, picked Caleb up from school, homework, dinner, Caleb’s hockey game… Closing the dishwasher, you looked at your meticulously kept calendar on the side of the fridge. There was nothing else listed on tomorrow’s date. “A coat?” you asked, looking back to Nate confused. “The arena is really cold?” 

His eyes hardened as he clenched his jaw, something he only did when he was trying to refrain from saying something inappropriate in front of his son. “There’s a team dinner tomorrow night.” he said, an edge creeping into his voice. 

“Oh, right. You had told me about it.” you nodded, remembering that he had in fact mentioned it. 

“Then why isn’t on your precious calendar?” he sneered, pointing at tomorrow’s date as he walked around the counter, studying your neat handwriting.

“Because Caleb has a game.” you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose, knowing the argument that was coming; again. 

“And we have a team dinner. With our families.” he said pointedly, his eyes looking from you to Caleb and back.

“So you’ve said.” you sighed. “And when was that planned, Nate?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I told you about it last week.”

“And even last week I could have told you that we couldn’t make it because I have a game to take Caleb to.” you explained, your temper rising. “We get his schedule at the beginning of the season. You’ve known for months that he’s had this game scheduled.”

“Damn it.” Nate yelled, his hand slamming onto the counter top in front of him. “You can’t skip one game?” he demanded.

“No, Nate. We don’t skip games, we don’t skip tourneys, we don’t skip practices. You only get better with hard work and dedication, remember?” you told him, repeating the words he said to Caleb so many times back to him.  You took the empty plate from in front of Caleb away, flashing him a reassuring smile. 

“All you ever do take him to practices and games. You’re never here. I never see the two of you.” he said. “And you want me to go to a family dinner. Alone.”

“We should be free for the next one.” you said, putting the dishes in the sink. “Caleb’s season should be over by then. Why don’t you just come to his game with me?”

“Why are you so nonchalant about this?” Nate demanded. “You don’t care that you’re missing another family event?” 

“I care, Nate. I do. And I’m sorry we can’t go, but we committed to this team and we can’t skip games. Sports require sacrifice. You already know that.” 

“Well then maybe it’s time for Caleb to quit playing hockey if it’s interfering with family life.” he spat. You heard a pencil clatter to the counter top, turning you saw Caleb looking at you, his eyes already glossing over.

“Momma?” he asked, looking at you desperately. 

“Baby, why don’t you take your worksheet to your room and I’ll come up really soon to help you, okay?” you told him, helping him down from the stool. He nodded, not looking at Nate as he dashed towards the stairs.

You whirled around, facing Nate who was too mad to notice the damage he had just caused. “Caleb and I are the ones making a sacrifice, we don’t get to see you because of your job. And I agreed to that when I married you, but don’t even think about taking your anger out on a six-year-old and make it seem like the one hobby he participates in is an inconvenience for you.” you hissed. “I don’t have time for this bullshit, Nate.” you snapped.

“All I want is to spend some fucking time with my wife.” he growled. “But you don’t have time for that either, do you?”

It was like the wind had been knocked out of you. Did he really think you didn’t have time for him, that you didn’t want to spend time with him? You stared at him as he headed out of the back door, disappearing into the yard.


Pausing outside of Caleb’s bedroom door, you noticed he had turned the lights off; only the faint light from his nightlight spilled into the hall. You could hear his muffled cries as you stepped into the room; flipping the lights on. Caleb’s head was buried under his pillow, sobs wracking through his tiny body. Crossing the room quickly, you kneeled beside his bed so you were eye level with him; running your hand comfortingly over his back.

“It’ll be okay, baby.” you told him reassuringly. “You don’t have to cry; everything will be okay.”

His cries lessened over the next few minutes; finally, his eyes appeared as he lifted the pillow from his head, looking out at you with red eyes, his cheeks still damp with tears. 

“A-am I still gonna play hockey?” he whimpered, his breathing uneven. “Is daddy making me quit?” he asked, his eyes glossing over again as he thought about it.

“Of course you’re still playing hockey, baby. Daddy just got upset.” you explained, your heart aching for Caleb.

“Why? What did I do?” he asked helplessly. Your heart broke, your poor son did nothing short of worship his father and for Caleb to think Nate was mad at him, it hurt to the core.

“Daddy isn’t mad at you, Caleb. He’s upset with me, but it’ll be okay.” you assured him. “I’ll talk to him.” Caleb nodded, taking a shuddering breath as he calmed down at your words. “Is your homework finished?”

“Yeah, momma.” he said, pointing to the desk in the corner.

“Good job, baby. Make sure your bag is packed for your game tomorrow alright?” you told him. 

He nodded eagerly, sitting up as he tossed the pillow to the side, his tiny arms encircling your neck, pulling you in tightly. “Thanks momma.” he said excitedly. “I won’t be able to play as good as daddy if I can’t go to practice anymore.” 


Dinner was in the oven and Caleb was busy playing in his room. You had time to think about your earlier conversation with Nate, time to cool down and you needed to find him; you needed the two of you to sort this out. You walked past your bedroom door, Nate sitting on the edge of the bed. Stepping quietly into the room, you shut the door behind you; Nate only glancing up when you came to a stop in front of him.

“I’m taking Caleb to his game tomorrow night.” you told him, saying a silent prayer that he had calmed down.

“But we have a family dinner with the team.” he said firmly.

“Then go, Nate.” you said with a sigh. “I have to take him to his game.” you said desperately.

“You’ve been missing things all season!” he yelled. 

You paused, doing your best to keep your emotions in check before responding as calmly as you could manage. “Nate, when we decided to have kids, we agreed that we would anything necessary do to support them and their dreams. Right now, playing hockey is his dream.”

“When we decided to have kids, I didn’t think you’d have to miss every fucking event I needed you to be at.” he snapped, his face flushed red with anger.

“What am I supposed to tell him, Nate? I’m supposed to tell him that daddy is allowed to play hockey but he can’t? You want me to tell him he can’t play because mommy had to miss Casino Night and a team dinner?”

“You’ve missed more than those two, (Y/N).” Nate said, his eyebrow raised.  “You couldn’t find someone else to take him to his game?”

“He’s six, Nate! How many games did your parents miss when you were a kid? How many games did you play without at least one of your parents there?” you asked, Nate’s face paling as you stared at him. “How many?” you demanded when he didn’t respond; already knowing the answer.

“None.” he finally sighed. “One of them was always there.” he said defeated.

“And they might not have been missing Casino Night, Nate, but they were missing something. A business dinner, a night out with their friends. There was always something else they could have been doing, but they chose to go to your games.” you reasoned, your voice a little louder than necessary; still trying your best to remain calm. 

“You’re right.” he interjected sharply, shaking his head. “Now what? Are you going to stand there and tell me how wrong I was?” 

Your face softened, shaking your head as you took soft steps towards him until you were by his side; his eyes locked on the ceiling. “That’s not the point, Nate.” you said quietly sitting down beside him on the bed. “He wants to play hockey. Until he tells me he wants to quit, I’m going to keep waking up at 4:30 in the morning to drive him where he needs to go. Until he tells me to stop, I’m going to drag him all over the state of Colorado to his games and tourneys.”

His eyes drifted over to you, biting his lip as his face scanned yours. “I know. I’m being irrational.” he said, closing his eyes. He uncrossed his arms, his hand brushing across your thigh before entwining his fingers with yours. “He needs you to be there.” he said, slowly opening his eyes.

“You know, this is all your fault.” you chided lightly, Nate’s narrowing his eyes. “Every morning we have to wake up early, he tells me he feels like you. You’ve told him about your early morning practices with your mom one to many times.”

“I guess I’m a bad influence.” he grumbled.

“You’re the best influence he could have. Even if you do get grumpy sometimes.” you smiled, nudging him in the side. “We’re lucky to have you, Nate.” 

“Who are you kidding? We’re lucky to have you.” he said. The hardness evaporated from face, the tension falling from his shoulders as he exhaled against you, nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck. “I just miss you.” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” you gasped, surprised at his admission.

“I just miss spending time with you.” he said sadly. “We’re just so busy. I’m in and out on road trips, you have all of his practices, your own work to do; making sure nothing gets forgotten or falls through the cracks.” he said.

“Apparently, I haven’t been doing a good enough job if you’re feeling like this.” you told him, leaning closer to him. 

“It’s fine, baby. You’re taking care of our son, that’s what important.”

“But we should be taking care of each other, too. I know it’s hard right now, he needs more attention, but once he grows up, it’ll be back to just the two of us. Sooner rather than later he won’t even want me driving him to practice.” you told him. “I just want to be around while he still wants me to be there.”

“I guess I can stick it out until then.” Nate smiled.

“Come with me to his game tomorrow night. He’d love to have you there. He brags about you to his teammates all the time.” you said. “Then the three of us could have a real family dinner.”

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll tell the boys I can’t make it.” he agreed.

“You should invite Gabe to come, he’d love it.” you smiled, knowing how partial Gabe was to your son. “And this weekend Caleb leaves for a 4-day hockey camp. If you would have read a little further into my precious calendar, you would have seen that we have this whole weekend to ourselves.”

“Sounds perfect.” he replied, pressing kiss to your forehead. “Perfect.” 

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Request:  Hiii so I know you write mostly Sam and you claim you don’t write Jared, but would you be willing to write a Jared story? I want to request: Imagine filming a sex scene with Jared. And maybe he gets really into it, which isn’t in the script, but you can obviously take it wherever your heart desires. -@impalaimagining

Jared x Female Reader

Summary: Filming a love scene with Jared is a little more than you bargained for. 

Warnings: This is what I would consider smut adjacent, nothing too graphic.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: Beta’d by the always amazing @elliewinchesterr

Possibly part one of two, I’m always skittish when I write Jared. 




“How do those feel?” Tabitha, your wardrobe assistant, gestures to the round flesh colored stickers covering your nipples.

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Tom Holland x reader.

‘’Heyy! I wanted to know if requests are open? If so, I would like a Tom Holland x Reader or the reader is the daughter of Robert Downey Jr. She is a young actress and she is in love with Tom but she is jealous of Tom’s relationship with Zendaya, then during a dispute between the reader and Tom, she accidentally says it’s feelings for him, then fluff at the end? Please? Thank you, and I looove your blog! ♥️♥️’’ Welp here you go i dont know if this is what you wanted but ahhh here ya go anon.

:) i do have requests open


“Hey, kiddo what’s up?” your dad asked as he walked in the kitchen where you were currently where, ‘’Whatcha making? Cause i sure do hope those are chocolate chip cookies.”

“Dad,’’ you said looking up from the mixing bowl as you cracked in two more eggs.

“(Y/N),’’ he replied with an innocent smirk.

“Robert downey Jr. you are supposed to be on a diet for the next avenger movie, we can’t have a chubby iron man, now can we?’’ you asked him, throwing an innocent glance his way. You knew how much your dad hated going on diets to get in shape for the movies, but you also knew how much he loved your chocolate chip cookies which was why around the time of his diet you baked more often, but your dad’s natural response was to tease your right back with your crush on the newest spider-man.

He looked at you with a grumpy expression and smugly said, ‘’Well if i can’t have them, i do think a certain underoos would love to have some freshly homemade chocolate chip cookies, and maybe that blonde guy to.’’

Red washed over your cheeks as you looked up to see your father grinning smugly at you turning around to but the cookies in the oven you replied, ‘’Maybe he will in, fact thank you for the idea dad, i think i might even head over to their apartment right after they pop out of the oven. Thank’s for the idea.” You saw your dad’s face fall, knowing that wasn’t the response your da was hoping for, you quickly set the timer for fifteen minutes and quietly made your way out of the kitchen to go grab a change of cloths.

“Now young lady that is not what i meant, why i would never! (Y/N) you better save me some cookies!” you could hear your dad in the background grumbling.

Walking out of your room with a fresh pair of dark skinny jeans, a simple lose maroon top, and a pair of hightop van’s, you wrapped the fished and cooled cookies on a plate in plastic wrap. Leaving a plate full of them on the counter for you and your dad to indulge in later during your movie night. You grabbed your keys and made your way up a flight of stairs to their apartment.

Tom, Harrison and you became fast friends when you were casted as iron man’s daughter and spider man’s love interest. People loved the fact that iron man had a daughter and that in real life you were father and daughter already. News articles created story after story after it was leaked that you played spider man’s love interest, trying to gain insight if there was a relationship offset too.  You wished there was a realation ship of set. You didnt know when you gained a major crush on Tom, but you did. You loved when you had to fix his hair before filming because he couldn’t ever do it himself and he would hold you by the waist or the way you both could be childish around each other but how ever you managed to fall in love with him you were no match for Zendaya and the relationship she and Tom had. There had been stories after stories that where sent your way about her and Tom dating, and you couldn’t blame them, Zendaya was a queen and Tom wasn’t to short of being a king, but still every time you had Harrison reassure you that they weren’t dating you couldn’t help but be jealous of the relationship they had. How effortlessly she was around him and how he never failed to smile when she was around.

The short walk to their apartment from yours wasn’t enough time for you to get your thoughts together as you silently cursed Marvel for getting everyone apartments in the same building.

Before you could knock on the door it swung open to a surprised Tom. “Oh hey, (Y/N) i didn’t know you were coming over, i was about to head out to see Z. You wanna come?” he asked you.

You couldn’t speak, Tom looked absolutely adorable with his little smile and a button down shirt with his styled hair. He styled his hair for once and it wasn’t for you for or for a bit it was for Z.

You stuck out the cookie plate not knowing really what to say to him, ‘’I-I made cookies.’’

“That’s awesome (Y/N), come on in Harrison’s here if you want to hang out till i can get back.’’ He said holding open the door for you. You walked in placing the cookies on the kitchen counter. ‘’Well look I’ve got to go.’’

“Um ya, that’s great Tom.’’ you heard the door shut as Harrison walked into the kitchen.

“Oh (Y/N), hey you made cookies.’’

“Hey Haz.’’ you said as a tear fell from your face. Haz’s face fell immediately as he came to hug, cooing you as you cried into his shoulder.

“(Y/N) he’s not worth all of this, okay. Please just tell him.’’ Haz cooed. You heard the door shut and Tom’s voice coming from the other room.

“Hey guy’s i forgot my keys!” Tom yelled as he walked into the kitchen, he was greeted with one his best friends crying into his best mate. “(Y/N), why are you crying.”

Haz looked down at you letting you go, he gave you a small nod telling you to talk to him. HE walked out of the room grabbing a few cookies as he left.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong.’’ Tom asked coming closer to you.

‘’I-,’’ You were gonna tell him but you couldn’t you didn’t want to, you where the one keeping him from going to Z’s. ‘’It’s nothing Tom you should get going to Z’s.’’

Toms face fell right after you said that, ‘’ This is about Z isn’t it? Why don’t you come with me Z loves you.’’

“This isn’t about Z, Tom-’’ you started.’’It’ about me and my stupid crush on you and you don’t even know, in fact your probably with Z anyway.’’

Tom paused, ‘’ You like me?” he asked, ‘’ cause I like you.”

“But what about Z?” you asked, forgetting the part of where he said he liked you.

“I needed her help trying to figure out a way to ask you out.” he said coming towards you, bringing you into  hug, ‘’Because i like you, not her.’’ he said kissing you forehead, holding you close.

‘’About bloody time!’’ Haz yelled from the other room.

anonymous asked:

muffin?

Author’s note: listen I know this isn’t a request and I KNOW it’s literally just the word muffin but I DID THIS it’s 4 in the morning okay

Jumin

  • “Yup… uh-huh…interesting,” you glanced over the very chatty party guest’s shoulder
  • Your eyes followed as a stressed out Jaehee rushed out of the kitchen
  • Was she holding a plate of…?
  • “U-Um, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to check on something.”
  • You gave the party guest an apologetic smile and slipped away
  •  Finally… now where the hell did Jaehee go with that tray of muffins?
  • As you wandered around the room, you noticed a certain someone staring at you
  • “Yo,” you walked up to the person, “have you seen the muffin man tray??”
  • Jumin pushed himself off the wall
  • “Is that why you’ve been dashing all across the room?”
  • “Yeah, you wanna help me find it?”
  • Jumin looked up at the crowd and then back down to you
  • “Well-“
  • Seven loudly cleared his throat and held a megaphone up to his lips
  • “Everybody, listen up! I, Agent 707, defender of the earth, am going to be doing a couple of magic tricks with my lovely assistant,” he gestured to a familiar blonde who was wearing a VERY sparkly dress
  • …Why is Yoosung wearing a dress?
  • “-Let’s go. Now.”
  • Jumin grabbed your hand and pulled you away
  • “Wait, I wanna see this!!”
  • Unfortunely, you were already being dragged into the kitchen against your will
  • As the two of you walked through the doors, something silver caught your eye
  • “Is that-was that- the muffins?”
  • The empty tray gleamed under the bright kitchen lights
  • You picked up the tray and ran a finger across the top
  • “Please don’t-”
  • You licked your finger
  • “-Put that in your mouth.”
  • You looked over at Jumin
  • “Yup,” your eyes narrowed, “those are muffin crumbs.”
  • He sighed and leaned up against the wall
  • “What do you suppose we do? Shall I ask the chef to make more?”
  • “…You mean Jaehee?”
  • “Of course,” he looked at the empty tray, “chef, Jaehee, it’s all the same.”
  • You set the tray down and walked over to him
  • “MC?”
  • You smiled before smacking him on the side of the head
  • “Do NOT over work her, Jumin!!”
  • He scowled at you, rubbing the sore spot on his head
  • “You could have just used your words.”
  • “But what’s the fun in that?”
  • He crossed his arms and sighed
  • “So, what do you want to do about the muffins?”
  • Your shoulders drooped as you looked around the vacant kitchen 
  • “…Nothing.”
  • Jumin raised an eyebrow
  • “You’re giving up?”
  • You gave him a defeated nod and trudged out of the kitchen
  • So much for that great idea…
  • Muffin-less and heart broken, you rejoined the party 
  • It wasn’t until the next morning when you woke up and saw the muffin basket on your door step that your muffin craving was satisfied
  • You picked up the handwritten note that had been carefully balanced on top and unfolded it
  • “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so make sure to eat at least two of these before coming into work. Drive safe. -Jumin”
  • You shook your head and shoved the note into your pocket
  • I love you too, dummy.
Ritual to celebrate friendship

Announcement: I have the best friends.

Time and again things happen that remind me of that fact. And sometimes I’m not  as good a friend to them as they are to me. I forget birthday dates, or postpone replying to letters. Too often, I only offer them my sour temper and use them to complain to.

And yet they remain great friends. Those online and those irl. Those I’ve shared the school table with and those I never met in person.

So today, when something happened that reminded me yet again of how great my true friends are, I decided to honour them with a little practical ritual of my own devising. I made it to strengthen the existing bond, and to remind me that I’m supposed to work on it.

The ritual had two parts, the more magical-symbolic one and the very practical one.

Part 1 - Enchanting

I’ve enchanted a reel of linen string to use in the second part of the ritual. To do that, I took:

  • the reel of string (tying together)
  • two white candles (for goodness, purity,spiritual strength, being together)
  • a rosemary plant (remembrance and growth)
  • a vial of forget-me-not flowers (their name in my native language carries the same connotation)
  • letters and postcards from my friends, as well as other things I was given by them or borrowed from them (the small basked in the picture is one of those, I recommend using a larger receptacle even if you don’t have one related to friends per se, because it has that “being together” vibe)
  • white cloth.

The letters are placed on the table, flat, and covered with the cloth (to be safe). The basket is in the center and the plant and candles close beside it.
Light up the candles, put the object associated with friends into a small pouch, and pass it around the two flames. Then put the pouch into the basket, and add the flowers (in the vial, or loose). Pass the reel of string through the heat of the flames (not flames themselves! it’s flammable) while speaking the names of your friends (I also spoke a personal vow I devised for the ritual). Add the string to the basket, and water the rosemary plant, as a symbol of nourishing the bond of friendship. I sprinkled some water on the string, too.

Part 2 - Weaving

The practical part of this ritual is using the string to weave something lasting out of it - tie knots that will stay tied. It can be a bracelet you will wear (or give your friend to wear… or two, for both!) or it can be something to serve you around the house. In my case, I used the string to weave a handle wrap for the wicker basket that I use to take out shopping, but there’s no limit to what you can do - tie creeping plants to poles, hang pictures… it’s string. There’s always use for string.

Nothing frustrates me more than seeing Anakin and Padme (and the Skywalker family in general) constantly referred to as ‘dysfunctional’. 

The reasons for my frustration are twofold:

First of all, a couple or family is not ‘dysfunctional’ if they were never freely ALLOWED to function as a couple or family to begin with. (Not to mention if most of the members of said family never even KNEW they were related until well over halfway through the story!!)

Secondly, I find this interpretation of the Skywalkers to be a very limited and cynical view—one which is all-too often used to dismiss these characters and their relationships (both romantic and familial) in some way as being too ‘problematic’ to be taken seriously….or even to be viewed in a positive light at all. 

All of this seems like yet another result of people forgetting that there is SO much more to a fictional story—and to the relationships presented therein—than just the obvious layer of realism. Do the Skywalkers ‘act’ like an ideal family in our world should act? Well, no. But that is kind of the point. The context of their world never even allowed them the chance to *be* a family in the first place. And not only that, but there are symbolic elements at play here that ought to be taken into consideration before dismissing something just because it does not live up to some real-world social ideal (as tumblr is so wont to do). 

For instance, it is pretty clear that Anakin and Padme are meant to embody the Jungian/alchemical concept of the ‘Union of Opposites’. This ‘opposite’ nature does not mean that Anakin and Padme are somehow inherently incompatible—on the contrary. They are meant to be together. They need each other. On a symbolic level, they each represent two aspects of galactic rule which are *MEANT* to be in balance (the military defense/enforcement side and the democratic, truth-speaking side). Of course, we see that the galaxy as a whole is thrown drastically out of balance by Palpatine’s machinations—Anakin’s fall, along with the Fall of the Republic and the ensuing Dark Times, illustrate the devastating result of this.

It is for this reason that the end of RotJ is so important: by acting in *defense* of his son (aka acting in the manner of protector and defender as he was always supposed to), Anakin returns to his True Self, and brings balance to both the Force as well as to these two long-sundered aspects of the galaxy, and with his dying breath declares that those who love him ‘were RIGHT’ about him. He acknowledges this long-suppressed Truth (’there is good in him, I know, there’s still…’), and in doing so, symbolically joins himself with his beloved Padme once more.

The Union of Opposites is the ideal and intended outcome of the alchemical progression, aka the magnum opus….which is what the PT and OT form together. 

Of names and limericks- sanders sides ficlet

Little fluff fic about roman poet named virgil and it being inspirational to a story.’

Domestic fluffy mostly plotless ficlet time. :-

Logan and Virgil sat in the commons watching a documentary about Sharks. Thomas was working while it was on in the background but it interested the 2 of them so they ate instant ramen while chatting about it.

“They’re dangerous but misunderstood, Logan.”

“We’re talking about Nursing Sharks here, Virge, they’re barely even dangerous. Plus dolphins target sharks. They’re the meaner ones.” Logan replies and Virgil’s gasp is almost Patton like. Both guys notice and start to laugh.

Once the laughter dies down Logan asks, “So Virgil, huh?”

Taking a moment to compose himself, Virge nodded, “..Yeaaaahh… What about it?”

“So like Strong or the roman poet?”

“Not su..”

“Did someone say Roman?!” Roman exclaimed, dramatically coming out of his room.

“Not like that.” Virgil retorted and laughed. Roman took this as snark, which was slightly true and came to sit with them.

“What are you on about then?”

“How his name is the name is a roman poet.”

“Ah, yes and you’re discussing how you want to follow in his footsteps and be a poet for my brave self.” Roman dramatically declared with an air of snark.

Logan laughed at that before he could help it and Virge took it as a challenge, crooking his eyebrow at them then replying, “No, I don’t do long sonnets. Only limericks from me, Not-so-charming.”

“Let’s hear one then.” Roman called Vigil’s bluff.

It did not pay off as Vigil replied, “There once was a man from rome, Unfortunately he was deaf in tone, He went to the stage, And bored for an age, Oh, how that fool makes me groan.”

“Woah.” Logic replied, surprised how lightening fast Virgil seemed to think of it and the way it rolled of the tongue.

Roman felt 3 ways about it; 1) insulted by the poem, 2) impressed by his quickness and 3) proud of the creativity involved.

Virgil’s smirk dropped as he stuttered, “W..what?”

“That was.. Amazing.”

Pink tinged up Virgil’s cheeks as he looked away.

“Honestly he’s right.” Logan added and Virgil wrung his hands as he smiled, much more comfortable not making eye contact.

“Awwe look at the blushing young man.” Patton cooed then came up behind Logan and swapped glasses.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, Logan, but I need mine back for a sec. Thank you. Now where are those others? I best go reign them in.” He practically muttered. Logan squeezed Patton’s free hand then pointed to the left.

“Wait, you two swap glasses?”

“Yeah, we both have problems with each but I do better with near-sighted glasses and his are far-sighted glasses. Seemed more Logical than buying 2 pairs each and barely using 2.” Logan explained, like he always did, like it was obvious.

“Hmm, suppose.. So how long you been pocketting that limerick, Penny Dreadful?” Roman took his time to smirk now.

“I made it up, Pagent Pete. I’m quite good with rhymes.” Virgil retorted defensive but not upset.

“Well you seem to be on a roll recently, you’re gonna help rehearse today.”

“But the sharks!”

“Fine.” Roman groaned and after waiting not so patiently for a quarter of an hour Roman dragged along Virgil to the studio, Logan only sat and laughed as Virgil pleaded to be saved.

anonymous asked:

Zap? What is that? Lyk.. is it a Zouie thing?? I'm confused

I could have sworn I’ve made a Zap post before, have I not? Either way, I cant find it, so let me just tell you—Yes, its a total Zouis thing!

Let me explain…

So, I couldn’t quite tell you where or when they came up with it, but Zayn and Louis had their little inside jokes and quirks like anyone else has with their friends. I think its not surprise Zayn and Louis both love their comic books and action figures; real man-children they are, but I find that charming and endearing. Anywho, at some point in 2012, they both decided to make up a saying, a phrase, to spread around like all other super heros have regarding their super powers. No one quite knows exactly what its supposed to mean, but according to Zouis, they made up Zap as a way or wishing they could have something, relive something, or do something in an instant. Zayn even got it tattooed on himself because it was such a concept between those two!

I personally, prefer how the original looks more, but that’s just me. Still a very cool and Zayn-like tattoo. Fits his charm and personality well.

Anywho, the very first incident in which we heard of ZAP was actually through Twitter! They had sent a few silly tweets one day using the hashtag #Zap. Nobody had a clue what they were getting at, but they were tweeting at the same time, so everyone was quick to notice that it must be a Zayn/Louis/Zouis thing.

They must have been in or en route to Australia at that time, becuase a few days later, Zayn tweeted this

Which prompted interviewers to start asking what it all meant. The first time they were publicly asked about it was on air in Australia. They were asked what Zap meant, as I believe Zouis made it trend on Twitter or something, but don’t quote me on that. They made a very vague response about what it meant, but made sure to confirm that Zayn and Louis were Zap Captains—Zaptains, as I like to call them—and that the other boys were in the club of Club Zappers, but were NOT the captains. That was strictly for Zayn and Louis.

Now, please, if you all will explain…

If Zap wasn’t a Zouis thing, why are Zayn and Louis the only Zaptains?

Exactly. It’s always been a Zouis thing, despite so many people I’ve seen try and refute that.

The second incident in which Zap was brought up in interview was a year or so later, on their Take Me Home livestream. The boys were asked to explain one of their tattoos. So, naturally, Louis wanted Zayn to brag about their inside joke. This is how it turned out:

Zayn straight up refuting that it had ANY significance to Z*rrie…

“Because that’s private, bro…” STOP, ZAYN. I don’t need this.

Why Louis got so defensive when the meaning of Zap was questioned into existence is beyond me. But i’ll gladly take more of that married banter, thank you.

So, that’s pretty much all that we were ever told about ZAP. It was a Zouis joke, first and foremost, that grew to what it became. But honestly, Who else would LOVE to see Zap make a resurgence?

I hope that answers your question! Thank you for asking! : )

Three Parts of Whole: Part 6

Prompt: A triad soulmate story

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


You watch Wally pace the floor as you and Dick play with Connor. As Connor drives a truck across your leg you whisper, “Should we be worried?”

Dick smiles at you, “Probably. His mother is trying to rope us all into Christmas.”

Connor’s ear perk at the word and he cheers, “Santa!”  

Dick smiles at the boy, “That’s right little man! Santa is coming in just four weeks.”

“Presents!” the boy cheers before running off with his car in tow. You watch him with a smile, before Dick pulls you into his lap. His hands start massaging your shoulders, and you lean into his embrace.

“I don’t know why he’s so excited, Ollie brings home presents all the time.” You tease.

Dick kisses your neck, “Did you tell them?”

“That I’m spending Christmas here? Yes. Christmas is a time for family, and as much as I love them …”

“You are their family, just so you know. You’re basically Dinah’s little sister.”

You sigh, “I’m sorry I’m being such a grump. I’m not a big fan of Christmas.”

“Don’t let Wally hear that. Christmas is his favorite holiday. He goes all out.”

You smile, “My parents were never around. And as I got older it ended up being forgotten, so ya know …”

Dick pulls you close against his chest, “Well this Christmas will be one to remember.” He promises.

You find that Dick delivers on that promise. The first weekend of December is spent shopping for Christmas decorations. The two of you follow Wally from store to store searching for decorations for the apartment. You find yourself laughing and smiling the entire time.

In the middle of the next week you go Christmas tree shopping. Wally insists on getting a real tree. The three of you spend two hours out in the cold debating the size, smell, and price of Christmas trees.  

You spend the next night setting up, and decorating the tree. Dick plays Christmas carols through the apartment’s sound system the entire time, and you find yourself singing along with your soulmates as the night goes on. You spend three hours stringing lights and tinsel on the tree, before hanging up the ornaments.

You’re nearly done when the two of them present you with a small wrapped present. You take it a bit hesitantly but smile at what you find there, it’s an ornament with all three of your names on it along with the words “Our First Christmas.” You kiss them both, mistletoe be damned.

You spend that weekend decorating the rest of the apartment. It’s during that time that Wally’s mother and father come over. The two of you bake, and decorate while things are cooking. As the day progresses you start to realize that this is what Christmas is supposed to be; fun with friends and family.

The apartment is filled with secrets in the following days. Dick and Wally are trying to hide presents from you and each other. You’re a bit smarter about things and hide your presents at the mountain. While Conner still believed in Santa, Ollie was known for snooping for presents.

You do a lot of shopping with Artemis. Your friendship with the archer having become a more permanent fixture. As you browsed through the men’s sweater department with Artemis you ask, “When did you move in with Kaldur?”  

Your friend smiles at you, “About a week after finding out we were soulmates. I didn’t see any point in waiting. We knew each other and I wanted to be around him so …” She shrugs, “Why? Are you thinking about moving in with the guys.”

You sigh, “They talked about it at the start, but I wasn’t comfortable with it then.”

“But now?”
    You smile, “I spend more time there than I do at Dinah and Ollie’s. Which I think is right, I was never supposed to stay there permanently, but …”  

“But?”

“Some days it feels like we’re more friends than soulmates. There’s a lot of cuddling, and a few kisses, and the occasional date but …”

Artemis stares at you, “Have you talked about this with them?”

You shake your head, “I’d die of embarrassment. And doesn’t that make me clingy?”

Artemis laughs, “Those two are incredibly touchy feely, but I also know that they don’t want to pressure you into anything. They want you to voice what you want, they want to know that you’re ready for the next stop.”

“Figures, I get stuck with good guys.”

Artemis just laughs.

Odium and Oasis

CHAPTER 1 | COME ALONG, LITTLE ONE | 2.2K | MASTERLIST

A/n: in celebration of The Last Jedi movie fast approaching, I wanted to write and post an idea I’ve had for a heavily canon inspired story that’s been stewing in my head for quite some time. It’ll involve a LOT of SW characters and be (mostly) accurate to the universe, from the politics to the planets. I hope you all like it, and as always, let me know if you want to be tagged in new chapters!

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