#Sorry for spelling and or Grammer mistakes

[zecroswe]

Self replicating and self annihilating, Mage Viktor, his goals, and Jayvik.

I have a lot of thoughts when It comes to Arcane as a show and I love season 2 a lot. One thing the show that I have been thinking about is Mage!Viktor and his true goal. You may wonder what I mean with this, after all his goal seems quite clear, 'prevent the Glorious Evolution/the end of the world and in the process break the timeloop/cycle Viktor and Jayce are trapped within'. And yes that is true, It is his goal! But if It was the only purpose of his actions, wouldn't the AU timeline Ekko ends up in be enough?

After all, that timeline has no Hextech and no Hexcore. The Glorious Evolution cannot take place in this timeline, so why did that timeline not break the cycle? Well let's first establish the nature of the timeloop/cycle.

Jayce and Viktor seems to be within a unstable multidimensional bootstrap paradox loop/cycle. I say unstable because the butterfly effect is very prominent in the show, so a small variable can change things significantly.

We don't know if there is a 'Original' timeline that started the cycle, so It seems safe to assume that the cycle is a bootstrap paradox with no clear origin point, something that in turn causes Jayce and Viktors partnership and the invention of Hextech to also be a Paradox. In this cycle there also seems to exist certain events that will more or less always happen, but not necessarily in the same way, or in other words, constants and variables within the timelines.

One of those constants seem to be that Jayce will always attempt to invent Hextech.

So if the goal was just to prevent the Glorious Evolution, the simple way to achieve It would just be to stop Jayce from inventing Hextech, but Mage!Viktor doesn't do this, because he can't do It, It would go against the true purpose of actions.

After a lot of thought and discussions with my older sister sense the show ended (also being insane about Jayvik), we came to a conclusion. Mage!Viktors goal is not just to prevent the Glorious Evolution or save Runeterra.

His goal is to save Jayce

To find a timeline were Jayce survives, with or without Viktor.

The reason to stop the Glorious Evolution is not only because It is the end of humanity and a world of dreamless solitude, but because It is a world without Jayce in It.

Suddenly a lot of the hoops Mage!Viktor goes through makes a lot more sense and also why the AU timeline Ekko ends up in doesn't achieve Mage!Viktors goal.

Jayce is most likely not alive in that timeline. According to Amanda, Jayce was exiled due to Vi dying in the explosion.

And well, we know what Jayce was about to do in the Main timeline when he *Only* got expelled and his research was ordered to be disposed of. It is very likely that Jayce in the AU timeline went through with taking his own life and AU Viktor most likely wouldn't be there to interrupt the attempt.

With this in mind and other key events in the show, finding a timeline were Jayce survives is actually really difficult! It is literally more likely that Jayce dies somehow than him living a full life time, I am not kidding. The amount of fail states that exist for this is honestly insane, so let's go through them shall we?

I will go through a few key events as examples and use certain scenarios to explain the potential chain reactions. Think of It like a flowchart, but without the chart. I can't take all variables into account, but I will show of some key examples to hopefully make sense of my point.

Exhibit A: The Blizzard

This is were the timeline spaghetti starts and were there is already multiple ways Mage!Viktors plan can go wrong.

Scenario 1: Mage!Viktor doesn't interfere

In this scenario two things could most likely happen. Either A: Jayce and Ximena die in the blizzard, or B: Jayce somehow survives the blizzard but Ximena still dies.

version A: Jayce is dead, Fail-state 1

Version B: Jayce is alive, but this will most likely lead to Jayce being exiled from Piltover due to Ximena not being around to speak up during the trial, and I am concred for Jayces mental state without a support network, the butterfly effect will most likely result in Jayce being dead somehow. Fail-state 2

Scenario 2: Mage!Viktor saves Jayce and Ximena but gives Jayce a Non-Acceleration rune or no rune at all

There is only one result of this. Jayce and Ximena both survive the blizzard.

Jayce is alive, but without the Acceleration rune, Ekko won't be able to invent the Z-drive and might be trapped in a AU timeline and as a result Arcane Herald Viktor will succeed with the Glorious Evolution, killing Jayce, Fail-state 3

Exhibit B: The Robbery

There is a lot of variance here and a few fail-states, but most of the fail-states are linked to the trial.

Scenario 1: Jayce doesn't get robbed

In this scenario Jayce would still keep his research a secret and most likely would not meet Viktor because his room is no longer a crime scene. This could would either lead to A: Jayces experiments with the crystals goes wrong and he blows himself up, B: Jayce doesn't succeed and is still stuck in his research or C: Jayce still gets put on trial somehow for having illegal contraband.

Version A: Jayce is dead, Fail-state 4

Version B: Jayce has no one to ask for help with his research and according to what Jayce wrote in his journal, his grades at the academy are dropping and might be at risk of expulsion.

Considering what Jayce almost did when he got expelled....Yea i think It is safe to call this a fail-state. Fail-state 5

Version C: Jayce would be put on trial and the nature of his research would come into question. He would still probably be expelled from the academy due to the illegal nature of his research. The main diffrence is that Viktor might not be at the trial this time and not be inspired by Jayce. Meaning that Viktor would probably not seek Jayce out, meaning that Jayce probably would go through with his attempt uninterrupted. Fail-state 6

Scenario 2: Jayce gets robbed

Well we got a example of a fail-state in the show for this but it is still worth mentioning. A: One of the kids dies in the explosion or B: Jayce dies in the explosion.

Version A: As mentioned earlier, Vi or any of the other kids dying in the explosion leads to Jayce getting exiled. Fail-state 7

Version B: Jayce is dead. Fail-state 8

Exhibit C: The Hexcore

Won't go into too much detail here because It would take waaaay to long, but the Hexcore is basically a exponential fail-state here. Considering what the Hexcore can do and what Jayce does with It in the show, the Hexcore basically means that any scenario Viktor dies a potential fail-state. Because one could argue that if Viktor dies at any point when the Hexcore is invented, Jayce will likely use It to do necromancy on Viktor, putting everything on track for the Glorious Evolution, or fail to do necromancy instead do something else insane that may or may not get him killed. The Hexcore is a temporal mine of fail-states, one that cannot really be prevented fully because Hextech + Viktor = Hexcore gets invented, and as established, No Hextech = No Jayce and No Viktor = No Jayce. Fail-state 99+

It is impossible for Mage!Viktor to stop the cycle before the Hexcore due to all the fail-states mentioned above. The only chance he has is if Jayce someone stops Arcane Herald Viktor before the Glorious Evolution starts. The Hexcore needs to be properly disarmed, or else It metaphorically explodes and Jayce dies.

Conclusion:

Mage!Viktor and Viktor in general is just as codependent for Jayce as Jayce is for Viktor. Both of them are fully willing to bend all of reality for each other. They both doom and save each other over and over and over again, just to stay together. The only way this cycle breaks is if they both make It out alive or both of them die together (I think they live but I digress). Mage!Viktor probably would not predict Jayce to stay with Viktor, It was not a requirement for his goals after all, but Jayce would never abandon Viktor and Viktor would never abandon Jayce.

In a way, Jayce and Viktors bond is the anomaly, self replicating and self annihilating, the beautiful intersection between order and chaos. Viktor replicates the cycle by trying to save Jayce and Jayce keeps self annihilating through his attempts to reach Viktor, knowingly or not, by inventing Hextech. They are soulmates by choice, the universe is trying to separate them any chance It gets and yet they keep fighting just to be together, and I think that is beautiful!

TL;DR: Mage!Viktors primary motivation is to save Jayce and find a timeline where he doesn't die before or during the Glorious Evolution. This process is extremely complicated because the universe does not like Jayce Talis existing because according to the timloop/cycle paradox, his existence is a time-space anomaly. Jayce and Viktor are both insane and willing to break all laws of time and space to be with each other. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[isenguardian-cosplay]

And he is done! Well except for the wig... But yeah a very very fun project. Only made possible by the lovely @k0mmari and their incredible Endless Abyss Travel Guide!

I mainly pulled the base from this version of the Watcher design, but stuff like the pattern of the fabric of the skirt and the inside of the sleves were inspired by this eg the og form and the idea of the incorporeality of the Watchers. Going along with that I added 2.5 cm horsehair braid to the edge of the skirt to get it to be a bit flowy to keep that illusion going.

Hand in hand with that goes that I decided that I wanted to wear a bodysuit underneath the robes to emulate "skin so pale it looks almost grey" (paragraph 35) and me not having to worry about binding or body paint.

The robes are a modified hanfu pattern, the only difference is that I had to rotate the placement of the sleeves in the armhole bc they woudnt fall correctly if I didnt do that. Same with the skirt, it started as pants but they didnt look correctly so I made them into a skirt.

I really really like the beading I did for the center pieces of both the belt and the collar. The different fabric textures and different types of beads give it some really nice dimension.

As for the belt piece itself... According to the research I did into fu talisman it seemed like it wasnt okay to just emulate the look for funsies 1:1 so I couldve either done gibberish or actual chinese characters for mine. After a good friend of mine weighed into that I ended up using actual characters, some that relate to the design/story and some funny ones as well. (Spot the cucumber salad)

Anyway I was also very happy to have found this off-white cotton that I used on the tabard (?)/scapular (??), the collar and the sleeves. I think the print works wonderfully with the overall design and ties everything together.

Ill will probably wear the costume at a con next month but I have no idea how to plan a photoshoot for him in regards to the location. Recommendations are very welcome :)

[daffoldi-dreams]

I’ve seen a lot of people talk about the stair scene and what drama happened between them for Neil to choose to go with Kevin instead of Andrew. I dont think there actually is any drama between them.

What i think happened is Andrew goes down the stairs and Neil follows after, intending to comfort him until Andrew says “no”. Neil freezes on the middle of the stairs and let Andrew keep on walking. Neil knows how much "yes" and "no" means for Andrew. Despite how much Neil wants to go after him, Andrews "no" is more important. Neil finally turns around and walk back up the stairs to Kevin.

The Kings Men ch15:

The Golden Raven ch7:

[darlenicy]

Hi hi! Out of curiosity, do you have any headcanons for the Trix you’d like to share?

sorry for the late reply, sweety <3 they are totally random and just came to my mind

Icy:

Icy actually knows horse riding and had a white horse when she was younger but it was taken away from her because of her family's fall from grace. She still suffers from it.

when she reads, she usually doesn't do it for fun. Most time she reads textbooks about using magic.

she studies hard but is also very gifted. All spells she knows are results of hard work. She is the most powerful witch at cloud tower and she loves the admiration of the other students, knowing she could blow them away in a second even if they attacked together

she's super arrogant

her birthday is the 1st of january

she doesn't like coffee and mostly drinks water

she always has the urge to proof herself to others (Griffin, her mother, Belladonna)

she loves power

Darcy:

she is a bookworm. No matter what kind of books, if she reads, she fkn reads and nothing can disturb her. A bomg could explode next to her, when she reads she doesn't give a fck. One time when they were children, Stormy almost drowned because Darcy was so immersed reading a new novel

she loved fantasy, mostly when it's some kind of legend that has tome kind of facts in it. As a kid she read all the stuff that people would only read when they're older. Stuff like the mists of avalon when she was about 13.

later on she mostly read spicy romance because of the lack of it in her freetime (when she was with riven and he looked at the book on her nightstand she became super mad because she was embarassed [he found it cute and gave her a lot of love that night *v*])

she's an excellent student as well but has to work much harder than Icy. Darcy is brilliant in mental magic and understands the darkness of dark magic better than anyone else...but the rest is something she simply has to learn and she will only go to bed if she mastered a new spell. If not she'd learn it the whole night.

She loved it when the teachers praise her and she baths in it like a flower does in sunlight. She simply likes to be good.

She's the annoying nerd that reminds the teacher that they had homework

She is super toady and definitely the teacher's pet

Most time she doesn't mean it serious but she admires Griffin

she is actually a little Griffin nerd and read a lot of books about the company of light and how Griffin got there (it's quite a long time ago in my hc not only 18 years)

That's why the expulsion was a shock for her

She is also the type of girl who is never satisfied with knowledge and is often find in the big library in Magix studying magic and history (cuz history repeats and she wan't to be ready for it).

She's probably the one who knows the most about the Dragon Flame out of the 3 (maybe even more than Bloom herself)

She often has nightmares, as a kid she was afraid of the dark until she learned to embrace is as part of her power. So as a kid she could only sleep when the lights were on in her room

besides being a sweety, she is actually the one of the trix who is best at torturing people

she loves to play with people's minds. As a kid she was not social and afraid of other children. It took some time for her to realize that she had the power to fkn mess with their minds

sometimes she reads the thoughts of strangers for fun

Because of all the hostility she had to endure as a child, she is afraid to open up. At first she only influenced Riven's thoughts so that he thought they did it, because she is so afraid to lose control. Darcy is always afraid that someone uses her weakness against her

it took her a long time to open up to riven and actually let herself go

she's insecure af

her birthday is on 16th november

Stormy:

she's a gremlin - the end

no ofc not lol. She fkn hates studying. In lessons she scribbles in her notes and doesn't give a fuck what the teachers say. This often brings her in trouble. She actually got a lot of detention.

It's not that she's stupid, she's just lazy

she loves music and is oddly not someone who just downloads it illegally. She loves to support her favorite artists and has a lot of merch

sometimes she answers in music lyrics

She'd love Rammstein lmao

of course she loves thunder storms and sneaked on the roof as a kid whenever there was a tempest

she actually started smoking pretty early to be cOoL

she quits when she attends CT because she got several warnings

but when she's stressed she still smokes sometimes (Darcy will always say she's ruining her health and stormy will laugh of it ans makes fun of Darcy's prudish way of living)

she's a chaotic bisexual and has a soft spot for Mirta even though she's never admit it

she's definitely an otaku

she loves playing online games and battles herself with tecna a lot online (both don't know it because they use nicknames)

she's also the one who has the weakest connection to her Ancestral Witch. Even Tharma can't control this chaotic bitch

She totally got it brawls at school as a kid

She's the kind of kid who always has a tape on her nose and an her knees

When someone talked shit about her or her sister's she'd beat the shit out of them. no matter if it was a boy or a girl

the other children were afraid of her

She had no friends at school except for Mirta who was in her parallel class. But they didn't hang out a lot because Stormy hated Lucy (for being Mirta's bestie)

her birthday is 5th of may

[angelicenjolras]

OK, FINALLY I GOT AROUND TO FINISHING THIS

LES AMIS + OTHERS IN THE HIGH SCHOOL CONCERT BAND AU

My qualification for this is that I've been playing flute in concert Band for 5 years, and been in the top band for 4 years, im extremely qualified/hj

Enjolras: 2nd chair flutist. He's been playing flute since middle school and joined the top band freshman year. Jehan and him often go to each other houses to practice with each other. He gets really bad anxiety on concert day. Also did chorus, but only for a year before quitting. Incredibly good at playing by ear

Combeferre: the only Bassoonist in the band. Started playing bassoon freshman year and joined the top band sophomore year. He would also love to play viola, but he has too much on his schedule. Stays after school to practice, often with Courfeyrac and/or Enjolras. hears the "bassoon in German" jokes way too many times and is sick of it.

Courfeyrac: 1st chair trumpet and also the section leader in marching band. He started playing trumpet when he was really young and joined the top band freshman year. Him, Bossuet, and Bahorel stay after school a lot for brass sectional practices. Every time the band plays Sleigh Ride, he wears a silly horse mask when doing the horse whinny (like what this dude did)

Jean Prouvaire: first chair flutist. Started playing flute really young but only joined band their last year in middle school and joined the top band freshman year. Once stayed overnight at Enjolras' house to help him get down certain parts in Satirical Dances (that song is a nightmare). Puts a little Santa hat on their flute every winter concert (i recommend everyone to do this it's very funny and makes your instrument look very cute). Incredible at playing by ear

Bossuet: Tuba player that doubles on Trombone often. Started playing freshman year and joined the top band sophomore year. Did marching band for a bit but quit very early on. He messed up on his trombone solo once during MPA, and it haunts him since. Instrument gets so out of tune so often it's insane. He loves listening to music and just playing along with it, even if he doesn't know the notes

Joly: plays 3rd clarinet. They played a bit in elementary school and picked it up again freshmen year because Bossuet was joining the band, then joined the top band sophomore year. They're not the greatest clarinet players, but they're having a lot of fun, and that's all that matters. They love to look for sheet music of video game music they likes. They use the schools clarinet, so they clean it excessively before and after they use it. Sucks at playing by ear

(Just adding here, Musichette isn't in the band but in the string orchestra, and she plays cello!)

Feuilly: plays tenor sax. Started playing in the first year of middle school and joined the top band sophomore year. He plays tenor sax in the jazz band. Deep love for soul music and listen to a lot of older jazz. Him and Enjolras did a duet for solo and ensemble once. He would love to learn bass one day.

Bahorel: percussion. Started band freshman year. Really liked the idea of banging on shit and making a nice rhythm. Often, he gets in trouble for playing way too loud, but other than at hes pretty good at most percussion instruments....besides the triangle, somehow. He always wanted to play french horn when he was a kid.

Grantaire: honestly i was stuck figuring out what to make him play, then @ghost4tets mentioned on one of my post how they could see Grantaire playing oboe and thats actually so perfect, I can totally see that, especially because back in my middle school top band one of the oboist did not care about the band at all, and I think that's Grantaire in a way. He would join junior year, and no one has any idea how he even got in the band because he clearly never practices, which was odd to them bc he clearly seem to like music (gose on hours long rants about classical music). The main reason he joined is because he once heard Enjolras playing and thought it was the most beautiful thing he ever heard, and he wanted to hear more of it. Genuinely loves the people in the band, and the band likes him enough to keep him around (even though he's clearly not practicing at all)

Marius: 1st chair Oboist, played oboe a bit when he was younger and joined the top band junior year because courfeyrac told him it was a great way to meet others and a nice hobby to get into (plus the conductor was looking for a oboist who would actually learn and play the music). He has a huge crush on a certain violinist in the sting orchestra. Courfeyrac and him practice a lot after school.

Cosette: violinist in the string orchestra, started to play violin first year of middle school and joined the orchestra freshman year(there is no top string orchestra because there's only a mixed orchestra in the school) became really close friends with Musichette. Her and Enjolras (bc they will forever be twins in almost every au i make) love picking out songs they know and playing together. Very good at playing by ear. Has a crush on a certain oboist in the top band.

Eponine: isn't actually in the band but visits the band room almost every day after school, mostly to talk to Marius. Taught herself how to play piano and loves to play on it whenever she visits the band room. Even though she isn't actually a band member, the band still treats her like she is a part of it and loves her dearly

Ok I think thats it for now

[wisteria15]

DESPAIRDUO HURT/COMFORT!?!?

Thatcher, stood outside leaning against the cold, rough brick wall of the MCPD. Beside him, Adam sat down idly on the floor, staring up at the bleak, gloomy night sky. It had been tough for both of them after all the shit that went down back at Adam's place. Adam was still scarred, they both knew that. His life had been flipped upside down, the guilt of his past wrongful actions crushed his self-worth, and his new unwelcome body had completely shut him down. He would rarely speak, and his monotone words would only rasp vague responses towards Thatcher's questions.

Thatcher knew how it felt to get his identity snatched away from him, to be replaced and pushed away from his friends. But it wasn't the same for Adam. Adam is the replacement, Adam was the one who pushed his friends away. He had no control over it. It was all wrong, but it was never truly him. Adam was stupid and blind, always under the influence of alternates. Yet over the last three days, Thatcher yearned for Adam to regain his self-worth, to love himself, to see how he's not a sadistic alternate and how he's much more than just a cog in the machine.

The demons belittled him, they mocked his parental care and love for a criminal that was of the same species which had murdered his best friends in cold blood and single-handedly destroyed the population of Mandela County.

Calmly, Thatcher gazed up at the sky, taking comfort from the cigarette that was in between his fingers. There was no sound. No cars, birds or people. no anything that made a place lively. He continued smoking, and the smell of tobacco filled the cold air. It stayed silent for a few minutes.

"Give me one."

"Huh?" He quickly looked down to his left in surprise.

"Please."

"Adam...?" He didn't expect that. At least not so soon. Adam had never outright demanded for something. Especially something like a cigarette. He'd isolated himself and always felt ashamed whenever Thatcher made an attempt to talk to him. As if he himself was nothing but a burden.

This excited Thatcher even more. Although it was a surprising request, it was an opportunity to finally connect with Adam.

"You... You want a cigarette...?"

"Yes." Adam looked up at him. his face was blank and serious as always. Except his eyes had hints of lingering desperation. As if he needed this badly. Thatcher was weak. He couldn't say no, especially to Adam.

"Alright, kid." He reluctantly handed over a cigarette. Despite his eagerness before, he almost regretted saying yes. He knew the dangers of smoking and Adam's body seemed fragile, especially internally. The night when all his bones broke and snapped was burned in his brain. It trapped his mind from sleeping every night, including today. His desperate attempt of setting all of Adam's bones back in place and wrapping it up in very bare cloth only healed him a bit, that was something Thatcher felt slightly felt proud of. Yet, that entire interaction haunted him, every single moment during the day and the night.

"But, why?" He couldn't help himself, if he wanted to understand Adam, he'd need to make the most of every interaction between them.

Curiously, he waited for his answer. The night grew colder and the silence drew out. Adam's blinding white irises stared at him thoughtfully. Awkwardly, Thatcher shifted uncomfortably and his gaze dropped a few times before quickly reciprocating his eye contact. He couldn't mess this up, not now. It was unbearably silent, but he knew he had to stay patient. And so he did.

Finally, Adam blinked out of his trance and looked down.

"I want..." He sighed sadly.

"...to feel... Again." He tensed up and folded in on himself with his long arms wrapped around his legs and his head buried in his naked chest. He shuddered miserably and went stiff. The cigarette was still in his hand, but it was crushed from the pressure of his fingers.

Thatcher's heart sank. He felt so much determination for him. He knew how he felt. For the past 17 years, his only shred of hope was Dave, but nothing felt complete. He never felt whole.

"Oh kid..." He muttered out of sympathy, he reached out for him but immediately retreated his hand. He didn't want to disturb him but he wanted to comfort him so badly.

Instead, he slowly crouched in front of him.

"What do you feel like right now?" He asked gently, keeping his voice low.

"Empty, as if... I'm starving... But not of hunger." He quietly said, still crouched in his stiff, painful position. He never looked up, but Thatcher still tried.

"Y'know, drugs isn't the way to feel better," "and I know it's quite hypocritical of me to say that, but don't take me as an example." His words were gentle and calm. Thatcher shifted into a more comfortable cross-legged position, facing Adam.

"I-I'm not trying to lecture you, kid. But, I... am here for you." Adam's entire body slightly jumped from that in surprise. It was a good sign. Thatcher continued.

"I know that things... Haven't been the best for us, but, I care for you. I... am not scared of you, not at all, kid." Adam shivered and trembled, Thatcher could hear the poor boy catching his breath.

"Stop it." He pleaded, voice breaking. Thatcher reached his hand out, softly patting his hair.

"Listen, you've had your identity ripped apart from you. I know how that feels."

"Shut up."

"And-"

"Shut UP." Adam's voice distorted even more at that last word, breaking and trembling out of anger. Thatcher scooted closer and began to soothingly ruffle his hair. Thatcher continued when he felt Adam relax from it.

"You've been wronged, Adam, by THEM. You're also a victim, no matter what you think."

"NO! I am THEM. I wronged OTHERS." He sobbed, his head finally turned up at Thatcher. Half his face was still covered by his lanky legs but his eyes and nose bridge was visible.

He could do this, he was finally making progress. His heart ached for the poor, weeping alternate in front of him.

"Adam..." He slowly moved his hand down to wipe his tears. Adam flinched suddenly, his eyes widened in shocked.

"Lieutenant, why?" He asked shakily.

"Why are you doing this... For ME?" He still cried continuously

"Because you deserve it, kid. No one deserves to go through what you're living right now. You have regrets, I know. So do I, but you can resolve them. I know you can." Now Adam was fully facing him, his entire body was relaxed and Thatcher continued to rub his face gently.

"You are so much more than what those alternates say you are. You... are much more human than me." "I-I have ruined lives myself," He thought of Ruth. He thought of the Heathcliffs. He thought of every single phone call that he never went and helped.

Adam stared at him in awe. The tears stopped.

"And I will NOT fail you too, kid." He declared confidently. His heart pounded hard and he locked eyes with Adam, his gaze never wavered.

For a moment, it was silent. Thatcher slowly put his hand down next to him. His pulse raced quicker, had he made a mistake?

Suddenly, Adam lunged at him, all muscles tense. Thatcher gasped and froze, his heart skipped a beat. Why? He's different, he's not a normal alternate!

Unexpectedly, Thatcher felt two boney, long arms wrapped around his torso and his vision was blocked by a flat, thin-skinned chest. He felt a surprisingly light weight on his legs.

"Kid...?"

"Thank you...So much, lieutenant..." Adam mumbled, if it weren't for how close they were he probably wouldn't have heard it. Thatcher's heart bloomed inside, and he gladly hugged him, feeling his cold, almost-watery back and his slightly protruding spine.

Adam eased up in his arms, carefully resting his pointy chin on top of Thatcher's head. Thatcher exhaled in relief and enjoyed the heartfelt moment.

The night continued its gloom above their heads but they weren't afraid, not anymore. Thatcher reflected back on the nightmarish encounter back at Adam's home. Ever since that, he felt even more despair whirling in his heart. But now, he felt like his youthful self back in the 1990s, full of hope and determination.

Everything had changed again, but not for the worst. Now, Thatcher finally had a goal, to not fail his kid and to protect him forever in this merciless world. He'd no idea where these overprotective, parental feelings came from, but, he knew he always wanted a kid.

Adam's grip tightened on him and his breathing became even. Thatcher smiled genuinely and reached his arm out full-length to pat Adam's head.

"Come on, kid," He softly whispered. "Time for bed."

[galadriel-blue]

VENTING

Rant under the cut (people telling me to change things about my blog [like the way I tag things???] and just general Rings of Power hate towards me

Hey just so you know, it's not my job to cater my personal blog (that I made for fun) to your personal preferences. This is a Rings of Power & LOTR blog. I am going to post about both because it's my blog. If you only follow me for my Rings of Power stuff, great! If you only follow me for my LOTR stuff? Also great! follow me for both? Awesome! Spectacular even! but like, If you don't like one of the fandoms I post about, then block the tags or just ignore it instead of going onto MULTIPLE OF MY POSTS and messaging me, telling me what to change about MY BLOG.

This is all because I tagged something Rings of Power related with a LOTR tag and a few people got mad at me (comments and messages) saying that "The Rings of Power isn't LOTR??? Can you not tag it like that I don't want to see Rings of Power stuff. I follow for LOTR" like what???

They exist in the same universe whether you like it or not?? And lots of people tag TROP stuff with LOTR tags too. Plus, sometimes I am talking about both in the same post (like comparing and contrasting things that are the same or different from the show and movies) so I am going to use both tags for that. Besides, why are you telling a complete stranger who posts her stuff for fun to make her blog okay for YOU? I make my blog and posts for me so... Maybe just block me and move on if you don't like how I post things, or tag things.

Also, it's not my problem if you don't like Rings of Power?? Don't interact with it then?? Like, you can control that? My blog is pretty clearly a Rings of Power blog. I literally have Morfydd Clark's Galadriel as my pfp lol

If you don't like it don't interact with it. I could care less if somebody hates the show I genuinely enjoy because it doesn't affect my enjoyment if someone dislikes it. Just don't be a bully and don't tell me how to run my blog because it's upsetting when the only comments I get are "I don't like this show can you stop posting about it," and "Don't use those tags pls I don't like seeing Rings of Power on my feed."

Cater your experience to you and I'll cater my experience to me. If you are going to be entitled and tell me how to run my blog, I am just going to block you <3

If you read this to the end, you deserve a The Rings of Power Galadriel for your troubles.

[morewoe-archive]

a  girl,  a  ghost,  a  god,  the  story  of  myranda  karstark

Act  One  -  A  Gift 

In  the  hour  of  ghosts,  a  babe  was  found  at  Karhold's  gate,  screaming  into  the  cold  air,  a  shock  of  brown  hair  and  eyes  as  blue  as  winter,  wrapped  in  threadbare  blankets.  No  note,  no  name,  no  family  in  sight,  and  no  way  to  identify  her.  Thought  to  be  six  moons  old,  and  outwardly  perfect,  though  initially  inconsolable.  She  was  brought  into  the  castle,  and  quietened  almost  immediately.  Nearby  towns  were  searched,  but  when  no  one  claimed  the  infant,  there  remained  only  one  question  -  what  would  be  done  with  her?

Maybe  in  another  story,  this  would  be  where  it  ended.  A  nameless  girl  in  an  orphanage,  destined  for  a  nameless  life.  Safe,  maybe,  though  no  one  moved  through  life  entirely  unscathed.  Instead,  she  was  left  with  the  Karstarks.  Whether  the  one  who  left  her  knew  what  they  were  doing  will  never  be  known.  Whispers  said  the  old  gods  themselves  delivered  her  to  safety,  left  with  Lord  and  Lady  Karstark,  who  took  the  girl  in  as  their  own,  all  memory  of  a  past  life  burnt,  along  with  the  blanket  she'd  been  wrapped  in.  The  babe  settled  in  the  arms  of  her  new  family,  too  young  to  remember  the  ones  who  left  her,  too  young  to  grieve,  and  yet  somehow  a  sadness  clung  to  her  like  woodsmoke.

Act  Two  -  A  Ghost

They  called  her  Myranda,  gave  her  their  name,  gave  her  their  protection.  She  grew,  at  first  into  a  serious  toddler,  who  seldom  spoke  and  seldom  cried,  except  when  she  thought  herself  being  left  behind.  From  there  she  became  a  lanky  child  with  unsettlingly  large  eyes  and  bitten  lips,  a  girl  who  spent  more  time  in  the  godswood  than  inside,  bowed  before  the  weirwood,  entirely  still  and  entirely  silent.  Something  about  the  cold  air  in  her  lungs  was  comforting.  She  barely  made  noise  as  she  slid  through  the  halls,  clung  to  shadows  like  they  were  her  mother's  skirts,  listened  to  conversations  a  child  had  no  business  being  a  part  of.  She  did  not  play  with  other  children,  instead  choosing  to  watch,  the  same  level  of  intense  focus  only  otherwise  given  to  maester's  lessons.  No  disdain,  or  haughty  attitude.  Just  fastidious  study.  She  was  half  ghost,  half  something  else,  like  a  sheet  of  ice  stood  between  her  and  the  rest  of  the  world,  in  all  areas  but  one.

With  her  family,  the  curtain  fell.  The  unsettling  quiet  gave  way  to  something  soft,  something  warm.  Words  were  spoken  freely,  with  no  care  as  to  what  the  rest  of  the  world  may  think,  and  no  need  to  hide  in  shadows.  Her  family  knew  her,  and  she  knew  them.  She  loved  her  parents,  and  her  siblings,  loved  them  like  she  remembered  the  pain  of  not  having  them,  like  she  remembered  a  time  before  them.  She  didn't,  couldn't,  though  not  for  trying.  But  trying  to  remember  the  life  before  them  felt  like  a  disservice  to  the  family  who  loved  her,  the  family  who  never  left  her.  They  were  not  her  family  by  blood,  but  by  name,  and  that  felt  more  important  to  Myranda.  They  had  chosen  to  give  her  their  name,  they  didn't  have  to.  And  every  day  that  passed,  she  felt  more  indebted  to  them.

Act  Three  -  A  Girl

As  womanhood  approached,  something  about  Karhold  started  to  chafe,  the  well-read  books,  the  hallways  she  could  walk  blindfolded,  the  trails  she  had  ridden  time  and  again.  The  girl  wanted  to  experience  the  things  she  had  only  read  about.  She'd  ride,  until  her  body  ached  and  the  sun  was  low  in  the  sky,  and  thoughts  of  her  future  were  banished.  She  travelled,  only  ever  above  the  Neck,  but  she  made  it  feel  as  though  it  was  a  tale  from  a  book,  a  new  adventure,  a  new  experience.  She  never  fully  shed  the  awkwardness  of  youth,  always  either  too  quiet  or  too  loud,  too  much  or  too  little.  Sometimes  she'd  look  at  a  person,  or  through  them  with  her  mind  a  million  miles  away.  Sometimes  the  very  seams  of  her  clothes  were  too  much  for  her,  making  her  want  nothing  more  than  to  shed  her  skin.  Days  spent  in  bed,  the  whole  world  just  too  loud  for  her  to  deal  with.  She  had  no  name  to  put  to  the  feeling,  but  felt  it  all  the  same,  deep  in  her  bones,  no  matter  how  she  tried  to  ignore  it.

In  that  solitary  time,  she  started  to  wander  about  her  future.  The  second  child,  the  spare.  She  wanted  something  hers,  something  that  could  never  be  taken  from  her,  but  she  couldn't  covet  her  older  sibling's  burden.  She  knew  she  would  have  to  marry,  eventually.  It  was  her  duty,  to  her  family  and  to  her  name,  to  find  a  match  that  matched  their  station,  that  brought  alliance  to  the  house,  that  made  her  parents  proud.  And  yet,  she  put  it  off.  To  be  known  meant  having  to  be  seen,  to  risk  the  chance  of  someone  looking,  and  looking  away.  She  pushes  it  away,  plenty  of  time  to  form  a  plan  she  tells  herself.

Myranda  throws  herself  into  her  writing  instead.  Signs  every  poem,  every  scrap,  every  small  thought  with  her  name,  the  desperate  attempt  to  leave  a  part  of  herself  behind,  even  if  she  never  allows  a  single  soul  to  read  them.  They're  stacked  under  her  bed,  in  her  wardrobe,  buried  deep  in  pockets  and  hidden  in  drawers,  every  touch  of  ink  to  paper  kept.  She  reads  everything  she  can  get  her  hands  on,  from  epics  to  folklore  to  history.  Dusty  tomes  and  newly  published  stories,  stacked  high  and  loved  deeply,  read  deep  into  the  night  until  her  candle  has  burned  out  and  she  can  barely  keep  eyes  open.  If  she  cannot  have  an  epic  story,  she  will  read  them  until  they  invade  dreams.

Act  Four  -  A  God

Over  the  years  the  weirwood  becomes  her  closest  friend.  A  face  that  had  never  judged  her,  never  cringed  or  looked  away.  Always  there,  steadfast.  The  first  place  she  goes  to  every  time  she  returns  home,  the  last  place  she  visits  every  night  before  retiring  to  her  rooms.  She  knows  every  knot,  every  limb,  every  branch,  every  line  in  its  face.  She  faces  the  cold  to  see  her  friend  daily,  snow  or  sleet  or  hail  or  rain.  She  receives  no  more  signs  from  the  old  gods  than  any  other  worshipper,  her  devotion  brings  her  no  reward,  and  yet  she  persists.  She  thanks  them  for  her  blessings,  for  the  family  who  kept  her,  for  the  warmth  of  her  bed  and  the  food  in  her  belly  and  the  soft  life  she  has,  safe  in  the  comforts  of  Karhold.  She  prays  for  guidance,  for  knowledge,  for  wisdom  over  all.  For  the  bravery  of  the  heroes  of  old,  who  did  what  had  to  be  done,  and  didn't  look  back.  She  prays  for  the  safety  of  those  she  loves,  terrified  every  moment  that  they  might  be  ripped  from  her.  And  sometimes,  she  doesn't  pray  at  all,  simply  sitting  in  the  silence  and  allowing  the  presence  to  be  a  comfort.  It  is  habit,  and  conviction,  and  compulsion.

Sometimes,  when  Myranda  is  alone,  with  only  her  thoughts  and  a  fire  to  keep  her  company,  she  thinks  she  can  remember  someone.  Brown  curls  like  hers,  a  warm  smile,  the  scent  of  rosemary  wrapping  her  like  a  blanket.  Of  course,  she  knows  she  was  too  young  to  form  those  memories,  that  they're  wishes  made  true  by  a  young  mind  and  an  active  imagination.  Hopes  that  were  never  spoken,  for  the  risk  of  sounding  ungrateful.  It  doesn't  stop  her  from  searching  every  crowd  for  blue  eyes  like  hers,  in  the  hopes  that  one  day  she'd  find  someone  who  shared  her  blood.  She  wonders  if  they  think  about  her,  if  they  know  where  she  is.  She  prays  to  the  weirwood  for  a  sign,  begs  her  friend  for  something  to  point  the  way,  and  nothing  comes.  No  one  is  listening.  She  prays  anyway.

fin - end

tl;dr  attachment  issues  in  human  form,  the  sense  of  being  indebted  to  those  who  took  you  in,  "If  we  want  the  rewards  of  being  loved  we  have  to  submit  to the  mortifying  ordeal  of  being  known", and  a  slight  hoarding  problem.

[mister-rad-boy]

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

Wow this is surprisingly hard to think about because I don’t recall many times I’ve made a memorable lie to my friends. I do recall one time I had to lie to a friend about a friend group meeting up weekly without her because these friends didn’t like her bf because he was kind of a dick. I had to lie because a couple friends in the friend group were in a musical group with the bf, and they wanted to wait until after some competition to fess up about the meet ups. When she and her bf asked me if the typical friend group was meeting up, I had to lie and say no or else some crazy drama would happen before the competition.

[sweet-berrry]

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There are many choices for substrate in bearded dragon enclosures, but here are the top options and their pros and cons

1. Sand- probably one of the most popular choices. Sand has some benefits (daily poop removal is easier and bearded dragons can dig in it) however, it raises the risk of impaction. Impaction is when the intestinal track becomes clogged. When a bearded dragon eats it's food, there will be sand on it. And if an excessive amount of sand is ingested, then the lizard may become impacted and possibly die. This risk is much higher if the bearded dragon is still a baby, or even just small.

2. Reptile Carpet- reptile carpet is a paper-like roll that can be washed and dried very easily. Additionally, there is no risk of impaction. However, a bearded dragon cannot dig in this substrate because reptile carpet acts more like a lining of the tank. PLUS, there are many stories of people whose bearded dragons have gotten their claws stuck in the "carpet" and have injured their claws/feet.

3. Ceramic Tile- A less common choice, but it does the job. No risk of impaction and easy to clean. However, ceramic may affect the temperature regulation of your enclosure. It may get to hot during the day and too cold at night. The way it retains/reflects heat is a little strange, so you would need to trouble shoot in order to confidently house your bearded dragon. And, same as the carpet, your bearded dragon would not be able to dig.

4. Coconut Shavings and Play Sand- Probably the best option. The mixture allows bearded dragons to dig, regulate their temperature, and avoid injury. The coconut shavings will help your bearded dragon avoid eating the substrate and the play sand is fine enough that the risk of impaction is much lower. The only hold up? Work. They don't have premade mixtures this specific, so you have to buy the ingredients separately and mix them yourself. And, it isn't the easiest to clean.

No. I don't own a bearded dragon.

[rgartz]

I wanna do angst but I'm too lazy to draw... So here's the bad ending in written form with a bit of drawings.

P. S I am not good at writing, soooo sorry if some sentence doesn't make sense or it has wrong grammer

Bad ending ((nah egg the poll, I want angst))

Panic filled corrupted pure vanilla as he realized his own mistake. He grabbed him,shook him, he tried to reverse the spell..but he couldn't...nothing was working... Until he remembered, he saw mystic flour was able to break his spell (I feel like he can see everything in cookies eyes that he puppet-tified).

That gave him hope, a small bit of hope... He had no choice...

He carried the puppetified shadow milk back to his friends... Unease fills him, as he isn't sure if his friends would help him or not... But he needs to save his dearest friend from the curse he gave.

-

At the créme republic...where he knows where his friends are, he hesitated... "Will they hate me? Will they attack me? Will they still think of me as a friend..? " He asked himself.... He looked back at shadow milk... Seeing his blank face, guilt swallows him.

Corrupted Pure Vanilla knocks at the door of the créme republic... He waits for an answer before knocking again. He hesitantly pushed the doors open.. letting out a weak cry for help... "Please... Help him..." All the ancients, redeemed beast stared in shock.

Corrupted Pure Vanilla cried for help louder this time, yelling from the top of his lungs "please help him! save him! Fix him!" He sobbed as well...

The others snapped from their shocked state and quickly helped the two. Golden cheese taking shadow milk out of corrupted pure vanilla's arms. And Hollyberry, dark cacao and white lily attempted to comfort cpv... Golden cheese knowing what to immediately do, she brings her to mystic flour to help him.

Mystic flour, holds shadow milk's face gently.. staring at his blank eyes.. she leaned on him attempting to bring him back.. but nothing happened...

Mystic flour still tried her all.. the spell wouldn't budge... She stared in despair.. unable to fix shadow milk...

Cpv on the distance.. watched.. as grief, guilt, pain, regret fills him whole... His knees collapsed... He froze in his own sorrows, regrets... Staring at puppetified shadow milk... His dearest friend... His love one... Harmed by him... Unable to reverse it..

The other ancients didn't know what to do... They just continued to comfort him... Reassuring him that they'll find a way to fix him...

-

At his castle.. where he stays... Cpv kept quiet.. silent.. not responding to anyone... Still frozen from before.. the ancients visits him from time to time...to Care for both shadow milk and him whenever they visit...

As the night comes... Cpv couldn't sleep.. he continued to stare at nothingness... Guilt and regret still consumed him from the inside out...

He stood up and walked towards where shadow milk is.. when he finally find him.. he stared at him for a bit... Admiring his beauty... Remembering his smile... Oh how that thought made him cry again...

He approached shadow milk.. staring into his eyes. Blank eyes.. Kissed his forehead.. and stepped back away... And he gave him a smile...

He......

((the first three where 3 am sketch... Man my artstyle change when I'm sleep deprived..))

Shackled branch ua by @fishymom-art

Without the wings, you cannot fly. Poor fallen angel.....

[claudiamorie]

So, uzi is dead wow that's awesome but welp poor n 😢

He Still Thinks About Her [sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes, I'm not the best 😭]

[storiesfromafan]

Rumours - Buck x Reader

A/N: okay, this is my first attempt at good old Gale 'Buck' Cleven, so please be nice 😅 And I am sorry in advance if its not that good haha.

Warnings: angst, possible grammer and spelling mistakes

Prompt: “You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you”

Tag list: @strayrockette

When you signed up to be a nurse during the war, you had been scared of what you would see. And see you did. Many times you questioned why you did it. But meeting both Buck and Bucky, you understood why. They were funny and sweet guys. Buck the more level headed one, while Bucky was a wild card. You never know what he would do. You did what you did for them, and men like them. They needed someone that was like home while doing what they did and through this war.

They took you into their circle. Making it hard to say no to their company, which you were grateful for after a long day after being on stand by, as those injured came in for treatment. The hurt and broken men you saw, it was heartbreaking and soul crushing. Yet you did your job. Helping Doctors and tending to those in recovery.

Over time you found yourself having a silly crush on Major Cleven. And when it turned to something more – love – you thought yourself foolish. He had a sweetheart back home, waiting for him patiently. So you put those feelings away, in a box which you locked and hid the key.

Unfortunately, a few of the other nurses, ones who you think fancied Bucky more than Buck, had it out for you. For rumours started to make the rounds about you and your affections. The way eyes would watch you as you entered a room. Silence falling between those that had clearly been conversing before your arrival. And then when you heard what they were saying, it hurt. It hurt because these people, whom you thought highly of, had tarnished your reputation.

“She's trying to steal another woman’s man, how shameless".

“I heard she's thrown herself at Major Cleven and Major Egan. It's why she's always with them".

“I always thought she had no morals. She’s always too friendly with the Doctors".

That was just some of the stuff you'd heard. So you took to distancing yourself from everyone. Only being present during your shifts, meetings or at meals. Otherwise you were in your quarters, walking around the base or going into town. It was lonely being separate from everyone. But you didn’t want to stir any new gossip.

Currently you were taking a walk around the base, enjoying the nice weather. You had been over worked the last few days, having a moment like this was just what you needed. In the distance you could hear the air crafts being worked on. But other then that, it was quiet. A contrast to back home and where you lived.

If only your peace was to last. Coming up behind you, as you were looking off into the vast open area and the blue sky, was Buck. He looked worried as he studied you. It felt like forever since he had spoken to you. He was concerned about you and how you were taking the rumours going around base. Ones which he and Bucky had been working to clear up.

You heard the rustle of grass from moving feet. But you remained where you were, waiting to know who it was. You had a fifty-fifty chance on knowing who it was, though you hoped it was Bucky.

“Hey" came Buck's soft voice. And squashing your hopes on Major Egan.

“Hi" you replied, still not turning around.

There was a moment of silence between you both. You hoping he wasn’t here to talk about what people were saying. While Buck was trying to think of how to say what he was thinking. He wanted you to know he didn't believe what was being said, that he knew you were a nice and good woman who didn't deserve this slander.

“Look, about what I've heard” Buck began, making you stiffen. “I don't believe what anyone has been saying, you know that right? You're not that kind of woman".

You nodded your head slowly. “W-what have you heard?” You asked, not entirely wanting to hear his answer.

Placing his hands on his hips, Buck looked down, unsure if he should answer your question. “Let's just say what I heard, I didn't like. And both myself and Bucky have been doing our best to shut it all down".

That was when you turned around, a sad but thankful smile on your face. Seeing your face and how worn out you look, it pulled at Buck's heartstrings. He could see you were tired, but that was due to the busy last few days. But also he could see the toll how this whole rumour thing was taking on you. When you distanced yourself, it broke his and Bucky's hearts.

They had come to enjoy your company, and your spirit. The three of you always finding something to talk about or laugh at, though it was usually at Bucky's antics. He never understood how women could be so catty. But in some cases, men are just as bad.

“Everything will be alright" Buck said, looking you in the eye. “Give it a few days and it should start to go back to how it was...”

You frowned. “I'm afraid the damage is done Buck. Even if people aren't saying it, they'll be thinking it. I'll be surprised if I don't get pulled in for a meeting over it...”

“Bucky and I will stand up for you".

“That might not be a good idea. It may only make it worse" your voice weary, eyes falling to the ground.

“But none of its true, right?” He questioned, hoping he sounded worried and not accusing.

You should have said no right away, though it might have given him the wrong idea. But the prolonged silence didn't help either. You avoided his eyes as Buck tried to meet them. You turned away from him and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“(Y/N), none of its true...?” Buck repeated himself, now with worry.

You sighed. “No...except for one thing...”

Buck moved closer to you. “What is true? You have to tell me so I, Bucky and I can help".

Thinking he was going to place a hand on your shoulder, you flinched, taking a few steps back. “I-it's embarrassing...and childish...”

Buck remained silent, urging you with his eyes to go on.

You sighed. “I-it's my feelings...for you" you ended on a whisper.

But Buck still heard it. He had heard how some women had gossiped about you being in love with him. And he had found it ridiculous. You were friends, that was it. So he had thought. But now, from your admission, those women had been right. Which didn't help the unease he was feeling over it all. He felt angry that they had spread your true feelings. Feelings you had kept to yourself, never acting on. Unlike some women he had seen. They were more shameless then you.

“I see...” he stated, voice calm and gentle.

“Yes...now you know how silly I am" you started, feeling tears rise in your eyes. “How silly I am to be in love with you. When I know I shouldn't".

“It's alright" Buck said reassuringly. “It happens...”

Those words hurt, like a slap to the face. Like he was trying to play it off, or sweep it under a rug. Like it didn't matter. Well it didn't, but some kind of assurance would have been nice. But in stead, Buck was keeping you at arms length over it. And it sparked different emotions in you; anger, frustration, hurt and sadness.

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you” you said with a strained voice. Tears in your eyes, which you were managing to hold back for now.

The look on Buck's face was like pity, how his eyes looked guilty and in despair. “(Y/N)...” his voice soft and weary.

“No Buck, don't" you held up a hand. “I don’t, can't hear it". A tear escaped and ran down your cheek. “I don't want to hear your kind words, as you let me down...I know you have Marge. And I shouldn't have let myself get carried away with being around you and Bucky. But you were both nice to me, the company that I needed. Yet I let my feelings get away from me...”

You dropped your hand, your shoulders slouching slightly as you looked down. Unable to face the gorgeous Major who'd stolen your heart. From the dashing smile, to his warm heart dancing with Meatball, and everything in between. Major Gale Cleven was the man of your dreams, but he belonged to another. A woman that Buck spoke fondly of on the nights when you had to bunker down as bombs went off near by. A woman that made you feel less than in just about every way, except being a nurse during the war.

“Marge is a lucky woman...” you stated with a small laugh. “You're lucky to have a woman like her waiting for you back home...no doubt you'll both be happy" you voice dropping at the end.

It was silent after that. You having said your piece, something that shouldn’t have been aired out, if it wasn’t for the other nurses. Buck was quiet because he was processing your words. Which struck a cord in him. And dare he say that he felt for you. Over this time together, bonded in the worst way, he had grown closer to you. He sort out your company and spirit, especially after returning from a mission that was tough. He revelled in your sunshine. Seeing you like this hurt his heart.

Neither knew what to say after all that. Buck had opened his mouth and closed it a few times. Hoping when he would go to speak the words would come to him, but there was nothing. He should have agreed with you, and said he appreciated your affections. But he couldn't. Because a small part of him liked this, and wanted it from you. And even a part of him at one point had entertained the idea of you.

But he let it be just that, a thought. He had a girl back home waiting, a sweet thing who wrote him letters and cared. Could he really lose that? Or juggle both? No, he wasn't that kind of guy. Yet Buck had feelings for you, that weren't entirely friendly.

“F-forget this ever happened Buck...” you said softly, so softly that Buck wondered if you spoke at all.

And with that, you took your leave. Heading back to your room. Back to solitude and your thoughts. It wasn't great, but its all you had till either people stopped being asses. Or the war was over. Which ever happened first.

[weemssapphic]

Hey, so I have a thout that's been eating away at my brain for a while... Larissa and Reader have been in a relationship for a while and reader likes to vape. They keep this secret from Larissa and avoid doing it around her or people that know her bc they're worried she'll disaprove. One day, Larissa gets done with a meeting early and goes back to her quarters and finds reader vaping on the balcony. They freak out and starts apologizing saying they understand if this changes how she sees them and Larissa shuts them down, confessing that she smokes and has been hiding it for the same reason as reader. Just lots of fluff, basically.

Totally get it if you don;t feel comfotable writing this, vaping isn't for everyone.

(sorry about the spelling/grammer mistakes, I'm high af right now.)

Hello :) thank you for the request - I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Larissa Weems x reader Words: ~1.4k | ao3 link in title

It’s a chilly autumn afternoon and you’re huddled on the balcony of Larissa’s quarters, pulling the sleeve of your jacket down over your hand as you lean against the stone balustrade. You bring your vape to your lips and it crackles softly as you take a hit, the scent of watermelon filling the air as you exhale. You’ve lucked out with your teaching schedule this semester and managed to get Friday afternoons off, and today you’re especially grateful for that: it’s your 3 month anniversary and you’re intending to surprise Larissa by having dinner ready when she gets back to her quarters this evening.

You’re grateful that Larissa’s balcony faces the woods - no one ever comes out on this side of the school, so no one will see you having a quick vape out here. It’s not that you’re ashamed of your habit, you truly don’t care what other people think of you - except for Larissa. You care a hell of a lot about what Larissa thinks of you.

A few weeks into your teaching contract, you’d overheard Larissa scolding a group of students in the quad for passing around a vape, confiscating the little device - when she’d run into you on her way back into the school, she’d made a disgruntled comment on how disappointed she was in the students for picking up such a habit. Her comment had made you falter, as you’d been on your way outside for a vape yourself, and you resigned yourself to hiding this part of you from the principal - you imagined she’d be disappointed in you, too.

As you stand outside watching the wind pass through the golden leaves of the trees bordering the school’s campus, you run through your plans for the evening in your head. The flowers still need to be put in a suitable vase, and you still need to get changed - you should probably get started on dinner within the next hour, too, so that Larissa doesn’t have to wait too long to eat when she finishes work.

You’re so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you don’t hear the door to Larissa’s quarters creaking open, or her heels clicking on the hardwood floors behind you, until it’s too late, until her smooth voice has called out “darling?” and you can feel her much taller figure looming behind you.

Her hands on your waist make you jump, which in turn makes you curse and fumble with your vape as it nearly slips from your hand and over the balustrade. 

“Shit, Larissa,” you gasp, giggling nervously as you recover from the shock, your vape now held firmly in your hand as you lean back against your partner and melt into her warmth, a stark contrast to the biting cold air.

“What are you doing out here?” Larissa asks softly, her hands sliding around you to pull you flush against her, her lips meeting the crown of your head.

The color drains from your face and your palm suddenly feels clammy around your vape - as Larissa cranes her head and looks down at you, you know there’s no point in trying to hide it and brush it off. She’s seen it already.

“I-I…” The words die in your throat. As much as you’re sure she’d be disgusted by your habit, you’re even more certain that the fact you’ve been lying over the past few months is going to make everything that much worse.

“Is that a vape?” You can’t read Larissa’s expression, not that you’re really trying - you refuse to turn around in her arms, too busy trying to avoid eye contact and hide your growing blush as you rack your brain for a plausible explanation.

“You’re back early,” is all you manage to croak out, cursing yourself internally for the thin film of tears already clouding your vision. 

“The mayor canceled our meeting,” Larissa says, sounding rather absent-minded, her eyes darting between you and your vice-like grip on your vape. “Darling, do you vape?”

“I… yeah,” you finally concede, crossing your arms over your chest to hug yourself. “I’m really sorry, I should’ve told you…”

“Why didn’t you?” Larissa’s voice sounds softer than you’d thought it would, less harsh than you’d imagined, and you risk a glance up at her to see her watching you with a furrowed brow. She looks a bit confused, but her expression is absent of the judgment you were so certain you’d find, and you bite your lip nervously.

“I didn’t want you to see me differently, I guess,” you mumble and, to your surprise, Larissa lets out a soft chuckle. “What?”

Larissa lets go of your waist and disappears into her quarters for a moment, leaving you on the balcony. Your brow furrows as you watch her bend over her handbag and retrieve something, before coming back outside and closing the balcony door behind her. She rests her forearms on the balustrade and your eyes widen as she flips open the top of a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out between long fingers and placing it between pursed, painted lips to light it with an ornate, silver lighter. When she plucks the cigarette from between her lips with two fingers, there’s a faint ring of lipstick around the end.

“Y-you… didn’t tell me you smoke,” you stammer out, a little taken aback.

“I didn’t want you to see me differently, I guess,” Larissa quotes you, her lips curling into a soft, sheepish smile, before she lifts the cigarette to her lips once more and takes a deep drag. She steps towards the little wrought-iron table on her balcony, taking a seat at one of the two matching chairs and reaching onto the floor behind a rather large potted plant - there’s an ashtray hidden there that she lifts onto the table, flicking the ash off the cigarette and crossing one leg over the other.

You’re a bit dazed, still processing the situation as you sit on the other chair, drawing your knees up to your chest and taking a hit of your vape. You can feel a smile slowly growing on your face however, relaxing more and more as you watch Larissa smoke her cigarette. You can’t help but chuckle a little, the absurdity of the situation hitting you. “I can’t believe I never realized you smoked,” you giggle, and your laugh makes Larissa smile, too.

“It wasn’t easy to hide,” she concedes with a blush. “I swear I don’t normally wear this much perfume…” 

Her comment makes you laugh harder, a burden being lifted off your shoulders as you no longer feel like you’re lying to your partner, and you stand and walk over to Larissa, coming to a stop right in front of her. She uncrosses her legs, stubbing out her cigarette as you straddle her so that she can place her hands on your hips. You wrap your arms around her neck, resting your forehead against hers and smiling softly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you whisper.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, either, darling,” Larissa whispers back, giving your hips a reassuring squeeze before moving one hand to your cheek, cupping it and drawing you in for a slow, tender kiss that steals the air from your lungs. She tastes different than usual and it reminds you of your current situation, making you smile as you deepen the kiss and flick your tongue against hers, drawing a soft moan from her throat.

“You promise you don’t see me differently?” you murmur between kisses, and Larissa draws back from the kiss just enough to meet your gaze, bright blue eyes glistening with affection as they dance between your own. 

“Not at all.” She goes in for another kiss, her own lips curling into a smile against yours, and her hand slips into the hair at the nape of your neck, painted nails scratching gently at the base of your scalp. “What are you doing in my quarters, anyway?” she asks with a soft smirk, knowing you must be planning something as it’s your anniversary.

“What, can’t I just get some peace and quiet here? The teacher’s wing is always so busy.”

Larissa huffs and playfully pinches your side, causing you to yelp. 

“Okay, okay, I was going to surprise you with dinner. Happy?”

Larissa’s smile widens - made all the more endearing by the way her lipstick is smudged ever so slightly. “Very.”

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can I get screwllum with A,F,G,Q,X? I love him very much and there is not much screwllum X reader content. And argenti X and D

I know who you are.

Here's your request <33 I hope it's alright hehe. Screwllum may be OOC, sorry in advance!

(Not proof read, wrote this a bit eepily so I apologise for any grammer/spelling mistakes)

A - Affection (How they show they love you)

Screwllum is a simple man (robot?) but he remembers a lot. A part of it may be because he's a robot so memory is stored more easier in his head but too much memory is still a thing. He'll always remember everything you've ever told him. From you're favourite flowers to your interests.

Even things you've said in passing you swear didn't matter is ingraved in his memory forever. What's that? You said that you loved how the ocean sounds? He'll install something in the house so you'll hear it everytime.

That one plate you saw randomly in the Xianzhou a few years ago you really liked? Just saw it in the shops, now you have 2 piles of it. Even if he ever does a memory wipe (if he even needs too) he'll keep any memory he has of you, even the bad ones. Because memories of you are still precious to him, even if it's you being cross. He'll always remember everything you say.

F - Favourite (What's their favourite thing about you?)

Your humanity. He thinks everything about you is amazing, but seeing you care so deeply for other people, humans. Animals and techs alike. It makes him so happy. Sure one could argue that since you two were dating, of course you have no problem with robots.

But there's always a difference between people saying it, you saying it compared to actually seeing it first hand. How you care for other human beings, even if some are less worthy of it than others. (Granted you still may take badly about them if they're particularly l bad)

How you gush over animals, even the smaller ones. Even the much smaller ones other would cower too. Even if you as well are scared of them, seeing you still defend them? It makes his mechanic heart swell.

Don't get me started on how he feels when he sees you treating other robots, mechs alike, like they're their own person. They're not JUST a machine. Most have their own thoughts and feelings, and seeing you treat them like they're their own person? Makes him so happy he's asked you out.

G - Gesture (What are small things they do to subtly tell you the love you?)

Info dumping. It happens here and there, and sure not everyone will consider it as a subtle I love you. But he does and so does most of the Genuis Society. In his eyes, he's sharing knowledge with you, someone he cares truly about. It's different to telling other people about it because most of them ask.

It's like just teaching a student which he doesn't mind of course, but with you? He enjoys sharing knowledge with you as if it's an everyday occurrence, as if he's flirting. And he'll be thrilled if you did the same. Sharing knowledge is small, you're more than likely telling each other facts but it's the listening.

How the both of you will be quiet and listen to eachother ramble and talk about a new topic you learnt, it doesn't even matter to him if you've already told him something he knows or you've just forgotten and said it again. He'll happily pretend he didn't know/remember because seeing you smile is enough.

And he hopes you do the same when he talks about the various topics he's interested in.

Q - Quality Time (How do they like to spend time with you?)

Silence. And not in a bad way, he loves hearing you talk and talking back. He loves conversations. But if you asked him his favourite part? It would be when perhaps the both of you are busy and decide to call.

You've talked, caught up, ranted. Any of that and as night slowly rolls around, there's just silence...not much of a sound. Just the fact that you're here...with him...it makes him more than happy. He doesn't mind the silence, sure he can live without a moment of it but I see him just enjoying being left with his thoughts after the two of you talked endlessly.

Thinking about how lucky he is, no words needs to be exchanged as the two of you get on with what ever was needed. It's even better in person, because he can look over and see you concentrating on your own thing.

Who cares if the thing you're doing is something like playing games on your phone. It's you. And it's him. Both of you alone in silence. But still in each others company.

X - Xtra (Random HCs)

1 - As many of us knows, he's likely a bug fanatic (cannot related) I see him gently helping bugs and insects get around. A bug is trying to get pass but there's a rock in the way? Lifted and gone, go on then Ms Bell. The spider needs more room for webs? Don't worry. Come with him and he'll move Mr Nick to a better place to develop it's web

2 - Rights in joint/cursive. He even knows calligraphy!! Here, he'll even teach you how to do it. Just let his hand guide you. It'll take awhile yes but it's worth it seeing you happy face when you finally write your name in calligraphy. He's more than happy to help with with writing more words, or would you prefer just reading his writing? He knows some partners enjoy admiring their S/Os writing.

3 - An amazing cook, especially for someone who can't exactly taste if they need to add more seasoning. He's able to be precise with everything, with and without a menu. While he himself doesn't need to eat, he's friends with enough people to know they need too. So if he realises his friends haven't eaten in awhile, he'll down his "kiss the bot" apron and begin cooking.

D - Drunk (How are they when drunk?)

Clingy, oh so clingy. I see him having an average drink tolerance. But when he does, he's off to find you! His beloved, you didn't leave him right? Don't worry he'll find you. And as soon as he sees you, he's wrapping his arms around you as if you'll get blown away by the wind.

"I missed you..."

He would murmur into your neck, despite the fact that the last time you saw each other was a merely 5 minutes ago. He's following you like a lost dog, wanting your attention but he's patient. He knows deep down you're his.

He might not recognize you at first though depending on how many drinks he's had. Gently pushing you away as he claims his one true love is coming soon. Describes you yet cannot come to senses that you are who he's chattering away about. Or he might try flirting with you forgetting he's already dating you. His face lights up when you tell him, yes. We've been together for years.

He just loves you so much, he isn't gonna leave your side <33

X - Xtra (Random HCs)

1 - Has a long skin and hair routine but it works out perfectly. His skin is soft and his hair is as silky smooth as hair can be. He'll insist he can do the same with you but respects what ever decision you made. He doesn't take too long in the bathrooms though surprisingly enough. Perhaps he got so used to his routine it became second nature and finished sooner.

2 - He is so good at poetry, you almost wonder if he were one before he became a Knight of Beauty. Some are based on himself, maybe even other knights. Some are based on Idrila, but the ones he keeps safely tucked away is poems he's written about you. He loves you dearly sand is more than happy to let you read some, while your name won't be listed. The metaphors and imagery does tie in together so you know it is you anyways.

3 - Will happily let you braid his hair, it makes him feel like a kid again, it makes him happy to have someone close to him. He loves how your finger feels like through his hair and he's more than happy to buy you supplies even if all you're doing is putting it in a pony tail.

Last ABC challenge done!! I hope this is okay my friend and I did your man justice ^^

[takescrackseriously]

In the mood to yap about Prospero, specifically how he became my favorite Nevermore character

So you know how there moments when you can here a characters voice? Now the momemt when I 'first heard' Prospero's voice is whine he first started becoming my favourite. It was this scene btw

Like, the tone is so clear on my head I love it.

Now Prospero isn't the first character this happens to me with.

It hasn't happened with most misfits yet, except Duke in that balcony scene with Annabel. It's happened with most clusterfuck except Will. It happens first with Monty in most of his spectre forms but also when he reminded Duke of calling him a hick. With Annabel it's any time she's being sassy? Or like, evil. With Ada, I've only started hearing it in recent chapters, so clearly too. And not just in emotional scenes, but in all scenes.

Back on how he became my favourite.

To me, this basically confirmed their friendship. I know they only officially become friends in later chapters, but still. And like, seeing a man and a woman be genuine, platonic friends means a lot to me. I know it's sort of childish, but after younger me got scarred by Starco becoming romantic and very adult hammering it not my head that boys and girls can't be friends, this is important to me. I know there is still Lenore and Duke, but I personally headcanoned them to be in a qpr and I see Lenore and Pluto as very sibling like? More headcanon, but how I see them nonetheless.

And it's how's me how like, sassy(?) he and Annabel can be. It's endearing really.

Now when I was done reading this chapter I went to the comments as I usually do. And in it, someone said aro lesbian solidarity. And that everyone is how I discovered that Prospero is canonically aromantic.

And this also means quite a but to me as aspce rep is already rare let alone aro rep. Not to mention form a piece of media I actually like!! From a character I was starting to enjoy more!!!

So then, I downloaded tumblr, when onto the Nevermore tag, and then he naturally just, started becoming my favourite.

I have shit memory and I'm writing this at 2 am, so I'll add more, plus sorry for the spelling and Grammer mistakes