#freya rants about things

[winnie-the-monster]

I swear I’ll never be over how legacies try to make, Hope becoming a full tribrid(before she even really wanted to) and possibly giving up a future(having kids of her own) she might want for herself. As well as going through the trauma(not that this show knew what trauma was) of having to kill the love her life, as some good and noble thing, bc she’d be saving lives. Only to acknowledge later on, that none of that had to happen in first place, bc they could’ve found another way.

[mahoganyrust]

@frosti-moon “Both of them wearing (mostly) historically accurate Norse clothes? I love seeing how different artists design those.”

I may have gone overboard…messy in some places but that’s bc I was impatient to draw the frost idfk-

Here we have Chief Hiccup and Winter Spirit Jack

Nice throwback to my God of War days for inspo. Hiccup’s a bit of a mix of Kratos/Odin/Tyr while Jack is a mix of Baldur/Freya + Pandora from the old games.

I swear to all that is good, if someone calls him Jokul Frosti one more time I’m gonna rant- Actually fuck it ima rant in advance.

Ahem.

People really like the idea of Jack being “Jokul Frosti”, especially if they are exploring concepts with an old setting where Jack is further back in time. I loved it when I first came across it because duh pretty awesome. And ofc many believe that is where the name “Jack Frost” derived from. It’s cool. However, I have since done enough research to decide this isn’t very accurate.

In Norse mythology the God of wind and voice, Kari, has two sons. Some sources say otherwise and that it’s just one son - Jokul Frosti, but fuck that, my sources are older.

Kari has *two* sons - Jokul AND Frosti. They were two bros. Their names mean Icicle and Frost. Jokul went on to have a bunch of kids who were all very winter themed. It also makes more sense bc (especially in Norse stuff) it’s very odd to come across a mythological figure with two names. Think of all the gods you know, MOST are going by one. Plus it’s weird…like why is his name two things? Icicle Frost? What? Pick one. Brev it don’t make sense. It don’t add up. Most minor Norse gods are having just the one main brand right? (The big dogs like Odin, Freya, Freyr etc etc usually have side hustles tho, but we ain’t talking about them).

So what I think has happened is that somewhere down the line, probably through oral conversation, the two brothers and their names got merged into one person. Then after the merge, Jack Frost came about, hence our predicament.

Like- ya’ll do wut ya want but I personally think the Winter Twins are a better idea for our fan stuff. In my headcanon (and in my fic) they are more like Jack’s wacky adopted-uncle-types that left him their power after they kicked the bucket cos they thought he was a pretty cool mortal. Like Manny brought him back but like- so did they at the same time. Double whammy. Anyways. ✌️thanks for coming to my TEDtalk.

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just a reminder this is set in 2022!

It was a rare kind of sunny afternoon in London — just bright enough to sit by the patio doors at Simon and Talia’s house and let the sun shine through the glass onto the dining room table. The room smelt like garlic and toasted wraps, and the playlist running through the speaker was an easy mix of R&B and pop.

Y/N was stirring an iced oat latte with a straw that Talia had made her, half-listening to Freya rant about something Josh had done.

“If Josh tries to get me to drink one more protein smoothie that tastes like wet cardboard, I’m going to throw his blender out the window.” Freya dropped onto the chair opposite Y/N at the table, her oversized hoodie nearly swallowing her whole as she grabbed her coffe like it was a lifeline.

Talia, halfway through slicing cucumbers at the kitchen island, didn’t even look up. “Is this about the ‘bulk phase’ again?”

Freya groaned. “Yes. He says I ‘don’t support his fitness journey’ because I won’t drink his chalk-shake monstrosities. I said if he wants support, he can have it with a side of oat milk and flavour.”

Y/N burst into laughter as she leaned over to grab a handful of crisps from a bowl in the middle of the table. “Didn’t he try to convince you to do a couples workout last week?”

“I’m still sore,” Freya deadpanned. “Emotionally.”

Talia finally looked up, smirking. “You say this, but at least he didn't ask you to film it.”

Y/N snorted into her drink. “Honestly, that’s so true. Both of you are so lucky you can keep most of your relationship private.”

Freya rolled her eyes dramatically. “But all I wanted was a nice Sunday lie-in. Instead, I ended up doing jumping lunges while he shouted things like ‘Let’s go!’ in my face.”

Talia had finally finished in the kitchen, placing the chopped cucumber into the salad bowl and bringing it over to the table. She placed it in the middle before sitting down beside Y/N.

“How brave of you. You’re both survivors,” Y/N added, holding her iced latte in a mock toast. “To dating Sidemen.”

They all clinked drinks in a very uncoordinated, very on-brand moment of solidarity before bursting into laughter.

The three of them dissolved into conversations about life as the late afternoon sun streamed through the patio doors. The table was scattered with wraps, crisps, and half-finished salad prep, as casual and familiar as any proper girls' lunch should be.

"You have been suspiciously quiet today," Talia had twisted herself to face Y/N, arm resting on the back of her own chair. "What's going on?"

"Me?" Y/N raised her eyebrows at the older woman.

"Yeah, you."

Freya nodded in agreement, leaning forward on her chair and resting her elbows on the table. "She's right, not like you to be so quiet. You've barely spoken about yourself all afternoon." Not that Y/N was so self-absorbed that she was constantly talking about herself, but it was weird that she hadn't told the girls anything about what was going on with her lately, especially when the whole idea of lunch was for a proper catch up.

Y/N shrugged. "There's not really anything to say," which was nothing but the truth. "I haven't been up to much, or anything at all." Y/N hadn't exactly done anything exciting recently. She had been in the studio working on songs but nothing solid enough to tell the girls about.

"No disaster dates to tell us about?" If there was one thing Y/N always had up her sleeve, it was a date story that had the girls either gasping in complete shock or on the floor crying with laughter, so Talia was surprised she didn't have anything to say.

"I actually haven't been on a date in months, and, I don’t know… it’s been nice not answering to anyone.”

Freya tilted her head. “No flings? No dating app disasters? Not even a tiny crush?"

"Nada." Y/N replied, taking a long sip from her drink—her second coffee of the afternoon. "Haven't met anyone in months who’s even made me think about dating again." She was ready to pivot the conversation, already searching for a new topic, but then a face flickered in her mind. Just for a second—brown eyes, crooked grin, that ridiculous laugh. And apparently, her expression betrayed her, because Talia was suddenly leaning in, eyebrows knit with suspicion.

"Well, that was a big fat lie, wasn't it?"

And it seemed Freya had noticed too. "Spill. Right now."

Y/N let out a sigh, knowing there was no point even attempting to pretend it was nothing with those two. They could read her like an open book. “Okay… maybe there was someone.”

"You need to tell us, immediately." Talia said, already grinning.

Y/N hesitated, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “I mean… it’s was nothing. I don't even know him.” She glanced across at Freya, who had her eyebrows raised. Y/N exhaled, gave up the fight, and unlocked her phone. “His name is George Clarke. We met at the XIX party last week.”

Freya leaned in. “Why is this the first we’re hearing of this?”

“Because I didn’t think it was worth bringing up,” Y/N said with a soft shrug. “But… he was cute. That’s all.”

Talia narrowed her eyes playfully. “Alright, well, who is he?”

Y/N pulled up TikTok on her phone and finding his profile, from her following, and handed the phone over to Talia first. She began scrolling through his videos, stopping on a few to watch and laughing quietly. When she was finished, she passed the phone over to Freya.

Freya's face lit up. “Oh, he’s funny.”

“And cute.” Talia added, nudging Y/N.

"He’s actually funny—not that forced YouTube energy.”

"But it's nothing. I barely even spoke to him." Y/N said, shaking her head and taking her phone back. She glanced down at George's face on her screen quickly, ignoring the feeling in her stomach. She then locked her screen, almost throwing her phone down on the table.

"This isn't nothing, Y/N/N. You're blushing."

Y/N's hands shot up to her face, fingers feeling her cheeks burning up. She hadn't even realised. "I am not blushing." Lying right through her teeth.

“You totally are,” Talia teased. “Your cheeks are one shade away from writing his name in your notes app with a heart next to it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t bother denying it.

Right then, the front door creaked open, followed by Simon’s familiar voice echoing down the hallway. "There better be some food left, otherwise there is going to be a problem."

Simon wandered in a few seconds later, hoodie slightly askew and hair flopped to one side and expression slightly suspicious. “What are we gossiping about?” He said, eyes scanning their expressions. Talia was practically vibrating with suppressed laughter. Freya had a smirk carved into her face like it had been chiseled there. And Y/N… well, Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks like a thermometer on the sun.

Simon leaned over the table, stealing the bowl of crisps before sliding into the chair beside Freya.

“Y/N/N met someone.” Talia said with zero hesitation.

Simon raised his brows. “Oh yeah?”

Y/N groaned, throwing her head back against the chair. If Simon knew, everyone was bound to find out and that was the last thing she needed. Everybody thinking she had a crush on George when she had only met him once.

"She met him at the XIX launch." Freya added.

"Oh my God, I know exactly who you're talking about." Simon said, his eyes lighting up.

Y/N's head shot back up to glare right at him. "What? No you don't."

"Oh it's so obvious. You're like the same person." He said, a large grin plastered across his face. He hadn't been aware that Y/N had met George at the party, but he would be lying if he hadn't been waiting for it. “You and George? You’re basically clones. If I locked you two in a room together and walked away, I’m convinced you'd either fall in love or start a podcast.”

Y/N groaned again, hiding behind her hands. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“I’m being accurate,” Simon said, grinning almost proudly. “You both have the same dry humour, and main character energy."

"I do not have main character energy."

"You do," Talia said, nodding in agreement. "But in a good way, like Jess from New Girl."

"And he's exactly like Nick."

"Ugh, I hate this already."

Simon pointed with a crisp. “Still stand by it. You’re like if George had a skincare routine and stage presence.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a reluctant tug of a smile at her lips. “We literally just talked. Once. For like twenty minutes. And it wasn't alone, Chris, Chip and Arthur were there too.”

“And yet here we are.” Talia said, shooting her a knowing look.

“Can we not make a thing out of this?” Y/N said, trying to sound annoyed, though the warmth in her voice betrayed her.

Simon stood and grabbed a fizzy drink from the fridge. “Too late. This ship has sailed. The group chat will be informed.”

Y/N reached across the table and threw the kitchen roll at his arm. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, somehow, still your favourite,” he said with a wink.

As the laughter bubbled back up around the kitchen, Y/N glanced down at her hands as they twirled the rings around her fingers.

Maybe this was becoming a thing.

A small thing, sure. But still… a thing.

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The bar was already buzzing by the time Y/N stepped through the doors. Warm lights glowed over rustic wooden tables, music hummed low under the sounds of chatter and clinking glasses, and the place smelled faintly of chips, spilt beer, and good memories.

She spotted the group near the back—two pushed-together tables covered in half-drunk pints and chip baskets. Chris and Shannon were tucked into the corner, laughing about something on his phone. Will had an arm lazily draped around Mia, while Freezy, Chip and Harry were mid-debate about football. Arthur was animatedly recounting a story to Becky and Sabina, who looked like they were both invested and slightly alarmed.

“Y/N/N!” Mia beamed, waving her over. “We thought you were bailing!”

Y/N slid into the seat between Sabina and Becky with a dramatic sigh. “Honestly considered it. But then I remembered you lot are unbearable when I miss things.”

Josh grinned. “Fashionably late. Popstar behaviour.”

“You know me,” Y/N said, grabbing the full glass of wine that Becky had just passed her. “Main character syndrome.”

Just as she took her first sip, the pub door creaked open again.

“Speak of the devil,” Will muttered under his breath, nodding toward the entrance.

Y/N glanced up—and there he was.

George Clarke, in all his charming glory, strolled in with Arthur Hill by his side. George wore a black tee layered under an open flannel, his hair a little messier than they probably had been when he left the flat. Arthur, equally cool but quieter in energy, followed with a relaxed smile.

Y/N straightened a little in her seat, trying not to be obvious.

“Oi oi!” George called, voice rising above the hum.

A chorus of greetings met him as he and Arthur made their way over. George’s eyes found Y/N's almost instantly, and something about the way he smiled—sharp, boyish, like he already had something cheeky planned—sent a quiet spark down her spine.

George started to say hello to everyone, as well as introducing them to Arthur. He made his way around the group till he reached Y/N.

“Well, look who it is.” Y/N said as George slid into the seat beside her, that Sabina had since deserted.

“Didn’t think I’d see you twice in a week.” he replied, nudging her knee under the table as casually as if he did it all the time.

She smirked. “And yet here you are. Are you stalking me or just conveniently everywhere I am?”

George leaned in slightly. “Could be fate. Could be really good location-tracking.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips. “How romantic. Shall I send you my live location to make it easier?”

“I already have it,” he whispered with mock-seriousness. “Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to.”

But before Y/N could respond, there was a cough from beside George, as if to gain their attention. Y/N's eyes darted to the man beside George.

“Oh, shit—sorry,” George said quickly, leaning back slightly to gesture between them. “Y/N, this is Arthur Hill—my flatmate. Arthur, this is Y/N.”

"It's nice to meet you, Arthur."

Arthur offered a small smile and a nod. “Nice to meet you. I’m a fan… of your music, actually.”

Y/N's eyebrows lifted, pleasantly surprised. “Really? That’s sweet, thank you.”

"Arthur makes music too." George quickly added.

Y/N perked up immediately. “No way! That’s so cool.”

“I haven’t put out much yet,” Arthur said, scratching the back of his neck. “Still figuring out my sound. A lot of rough demos and late-night doubts.”

Y/N smiled warmly. “If you ever want someone to listen—honest opinion, no sugarcoating—I’d love to hear them.”

Arthur’s expression shifted with genuine appreciation. “Seriously? I’d really appreciate that.”

George looked between them, lips twitching. “Arthur’s just being modest. I’ve heard some of his stuff—it’s amazing. He just won’t let anyone else hear it yet.”

Y/N laughed before tilting her head. “So how long have you two lived together?”

“Only about a month,” Arthur replied, nudging George lightly. “It’s still that weird honeymoon phase where we pretend each other’s habits are cute.”

George scoffed. “You say that like I’m not the ideal roommate.”

“You left cereal in the sink yesterday.” Arthur deadpanned.

“And the only time I've done it!” George defended, eyes flicking toward Y/N like he wanted her to take his side.

"Oh, I know all about messy roommates, trust me." Y/N said, eyes focused on Arthur with a faint smile on her lips.

After a few more exchaged words, George and Arthur excused themselves to get a drink at the bar, allowing Y/N to catch up with the others.

When they finally returned, Y/N was deep in conversation with Becky, Mia and Will, her laughter carrying lightly over the hum of pub chatter. George noticed the way she tucked her hair behind her ear mid-sentence, completely absorbed. Rather than interrupt, he and Arthur took the seats opposite, sliding easily into the ongoing banter between Chip, Harry, and Freezy.

They were only a few minutes into the conversation—chatting about video ideas—when Chris, half-leaning across the table with a mischievous grin, raised his voice just enough to cut through the noise. "Hey George, I heard you went on a date a few weeks ago? How'd that go?" Chris had shouted across the table, gaining everybodies attention without meaning to.

The words hung in the air like a dropped pint glass.

Y/N's stomach dipped.

George blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Oh. Uh—yeah, we went out. Twice, actually.”

“Ohhh,” Mia chimed in, dragging the word like a tease. “Repeat performance. Someone made an impression.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh with the group, eyes trained on the ice in her glass as she gave it a lazy swirl with her straw. Her face stayed neutral, but her stomach dipped — a gentle, unexpected twist.

“Not really a thing, though,” George said quickly, glancing around. “Just grabbing drinks. Chill.”

Y/N barely knew George. They’d only met twice. But there was something about him — the dry humour, the way he really listened when she talked, the way he’d looked at her earlier like he was remembering the shape of her smile.

It was probably nothing.

Still, she didn’t love the sound of “twice.”

Becky, ever perceptive, shot a quick look toward Y/N, but said nothing.

The conversation drifted again, and Y/N let herself get pulled into it. She joked with Becky about booking a girls' trip to Lisbon, teased Chip about still having his mom’s Netflix password, and even joined in when Freezy started ranking everyone’s “vibe” based on their drinks.

And then there was George.

He didn’t say much, but every now and then, their eyes met across the table. He smirked at one of her quips. She caught him watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking.

At one point, George slid a fresh drink across the table to her and said, “You looked like you were rationing that last sip."

She raised an eyebrow. “Concerned for my hydration levels?”

“Just making sure you don’t fade mid-conversation. Would ruin the vibe.”

Y/N laughed, a little caught off guard by the softness in his smile.

They didn’t know each other. Not really. But she felt it — a little flicker of something, warm and magnetic.

Still, Chris’ words echoed faintly in the back of her mind: Went on a date… twice.

It didn’t mean anything. But it also wasn’t nothing.

And suddenly, she wasn’t sure what game they were playing—or if they were even playing the same one.

She didn’t know what George’s situation was. Two dates wasn’t a relationship—but it wasn’t nothing, either. And maybe she was reading too much into everything. But the way he looked at her, the way he talked to her like there was no one else in the room—it didn’t feel platonic.

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[diphowell]

#sorry but it reminds me of that preshow where someone asked what their weapon of choice would be in the apocalypse#and dan said phil’s skull then went on a minute long rant about how phil would die immediately and he would go crazy with grief#and carry phil’s body around everywhere#but my favorite part of that clip is the concerned laughter from the entire audience#you can practically hear how everyone is staring at him like 😀😟

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but have you ever thought about how dan has only known a good and kind life with phil in it. he found someone who is his soulmate and he has in fact thought about a life without him. and he can joke about going crazy with grief but we all know it's true, most of all dan.

because we all know that if phil dies first (when they are like in their 90s) dan will have lived a lifetime with phil and dan will be one of those old men who has the voice of his spouse in his head talking how phil would talk to or with him. and everyone knows and freya will come visit and dan will say things like "your uncle phil would say this right now" and she'll smile and say he's right and hope that he's not too lonely.

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Labour -W2S

words: 1.6k+

warnings: pregnancy, birth.

summary: you and Harry finally meet your baby girl.

notes: I’ve never had a baby so I apologise if this isn’t accurate!! Also this was a request on wattpad. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼🧸

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I met Harry in primary school. I always thought he was a little weird but just as high school finished I fell head over heels in love with that weird boy. That was 12 years old. We got married two years ago, it was a small wedding in Guernsey with only our closest friends and family. Just under a year ago we decided we wanted a kid, 4 months later I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant. I waited an entire week to tell Harry just so I could tell him with a little bag containing a mini version of his charity match jersey inside (that I'd had specially made). Then we told the boys, Faith, Freya and Talia at a special dinner that we arranged just so we could tell them all together. They were extremely excited, especially Ethan and Faith because there would now be another set of parents in the group.

We found out we were having a little girl when I was 21 weeks. That was also around the time I felt the baby kick for the first time, me and Harry sat in our bed absolutely freaking out about it. After we knew it was a girl I could finally start buying an unholy amount of baby clothes, teddies and things for the nursery. Me and Faith have become considerably closer, since we now have things to talk about, she's really been a great help when it came to little worries I had or if I just needed someone to rant to about back pain.

I'm currently 38 weeks. The hospital bags are packed and the nursery is completely ready. I am seriously getting bored of being pregnant and would really like to just meet my baby. Harry ran me a warm bath so I could relax. Then I dried myself, put on my current favourite pyjamas and slid into bed next to him. I struggled slightly getting to sleep since I was really uncomfortable. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the feeling of wet between my legs. Confused, I pulled the covers back. My eyes met a large patch of clear ish liquid on the mattress, barely visible in the darkness of the room. My brows furrowed then my face dropped, mouth turning into an O shape. My water just broke. I took a deep breath then turned to gently shake Harry awake, he groaned. "Haz, wake up" I whispered gently. "What- what's up?!" He said the last part with a little bit of urgency after properly waking. "I think my water just broke." I stated calmly. His eyes widened "what!" He jumped off the bed.

"Calm down. It's fine the midwife said we have time, remember?" His face calmed slightly then he took in a shaky breath "are you ok?" He asked, coming over to my side of the bed. "I'm fine." I replied. He helped me off the soaked bed and to my feet. "This is really happening, we're really going this." He said with slight excitement in his eyes. "Yes we are. Now can you grab the hospital bag while I change?" He quickly nodded then ran towards the nursery where the bag resides.

I got changed into a comfy sweat set, brushed my hair and tied it back into a bun. When I emerged from the bedroom Harry was stood by the door rapidly texting on his phone. "Ready to go?" I asked. He looked up "yea," he nodded "I was just texting the boys." I giggled "Harry it's 5am!" I said with a light shake of my head. "I needed to tell someone!" He exclaimed. "We're any of them even awake?" I asked as he unlocked the front door. "Uh- no but they'll see it in a bit." I laughed.

Once we got in the car I text my mum telling her what was going on, then Harry speedily started the car. We were at the hospital just 15 minutes later. Harry helped me inside and we were quickly taken to a private room. "What time did your water break?" The nurse asked. "Around half four." I answered. "Ok... and have you had any contractions?" She questioned while scribbling on her clipboard. "Uh no, not yet." She looked up "alright then, I'll get my colleague to come and attach you to some machines so we can monitor you and baby." She said with a kind smile. I thanked her and she left the room.

Another nurse came in soon after and wrapped my stomach with some monitors, she did some other general checks on me. Once she left Harry came to sit next to me and held my hand. I smiled at him but my smile was quickly replaced with a look of discomfort as I felt a small but painful cramp wrap around the bottom of my stomach. "Woah, was that a contradiction?" Harry questioned a few seconds later, once it had subsided. I nodded "ye I think so." I replied. "Should I go get the nurse?" He asked. "No I'm fine." I answered. He nodded and kept his hand firmly in mine.

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Once it hit 8am I was having regular contractions that were lasting around 30 seconds each and were 7 minutes apart. The midwife came in and checked how dilated I was, 4 centimetres. Me and Harry sat on a FaceTime call with his mum, dad and Rosie, just a few minutes after we called my family. Then I got a call from Faith. "Hey! How's it going. How are you?!" She asked excitedly. "Hey, I'm okay." I said with a light smile. She returned the smile "I literally couldn't believe it when Ethan told me you were in labour this morning." She stated. Before I could say anything else I felt another contraction building. I quickly said goodbye and placed my phone next to me. I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand. "You're doing so good, breathe." He said quietly. As the pain subsided I let out a heavy sigh. Harry squeezed my hand lightly "You're incredible." I looked to him and smiled "You're so cute."

After an excruciating amount of time I was finally at 9 centimetres. I stood with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. "Not long now. You've got this. I love you. You're doing so good." Harry whispered in to my ears as I clung to him. He kept his hands firmly on my waist, helping me to stay up. "Ok y/n, It looks like you're ready to push!" My midwife said and I looked up to Harry with fear in my eyes. He helped me back onto the bed and cupped my face in his hands gently "you're gonna be fine, I'm here." He said with a comforting voice. To be honest I thought Harry was going to be an absolute mess when it came to me giving birth but I was pleasantly surprised on how strong he's been, for me.

I lay back on the bed, held up by a few pillows and Harry was quick to grab my hand, once again. With my legs propped up, my midwife sat on a chair in front of me. "On the next contraction push as hard as you can." she said through my legs. I nodded nervously and it wasn't long until I felt that now all familiar pain run from my stomach all the way round to my lower back. I squeezed Harry's hand so tight I thought I might break it as I pushed with all I had.

After almost 30 minutes of what felt like constant pushing I finally heard the loud cries of my baby. Tears immediately poured down my face and the last few hours completely left my brain. I looked over to Harry once they passed me my baby. I have only ever seen Harry cry once during the entire time I've known him, but there was tears falling down his face as he stared sweetly at me. "You did incredible. She's perfect. I love you so much." He choked out. I brought him towards me by fisting his shirt in my hand and pulling him so our lips connected.

Once Harry cut the babies umbilical cord, both me and baby were checked over and cleaned up and we informed our families and friends that we were both ok and that the baby was healthy, we sat admiring the sweet little baby peacefully sleeping in the plastic cot. "We need to name her." Harry said quietly. "Got any ideas?" I asked, realising I hadn't actually thought about the fact she'd need a name. "Uhm, I like the name Nova." He said. My eyes lit up slightly and I nodded "she looks like a Nova." More tears dropped from my eyes. Harry shuffled towards me "what's wrong? are you okay?" He asked softly. I laughed lightly "I'm fine. I just- love her so much." Harry giggled then pulled me into a warm hug "I love you." He said with a breathy laugh. I smiled into his chest "I love you too."

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[sea-owl]

Since Steve, Tony, and Thor were considered the big three of the Avengers how long do you think it took for Thor to get impatient and start matchmaking Steve and Tony.

Thor is not dumb, he knows two warriors in love when he sees it! He was known as a fertility god for a reason damn it! At the very least can they please fuck so the tension dies down a little bit?

He was going to let this play out on it's own because he likes a good drama and he had front row seats to this one. But then whole big three thing started and now he has to spend even more time with Steve and Tony and for all that is holy Thor can't stand being the third wheel any more if he can't see his ship smooch at least once!

He rants to Jane about it and then Darcy suggests matchmaking schemes. Thor agrees because the slow burn is taking too damn long, one of them will be dead before they realize!

Thor is ready to see his ship sail and if he has to dress like Freya again then he'll do it!

[loveswrites]

can you pls do a poly mikealsons? 🙏

Curtains Poly Mikealsons x reader

Time it took me: About a month

word count: 1581

To anon: Hello lovely, I hoped you liked it! <3

Love <3

“Why can’t I leave?” You questioned frowning your eyebrows.

“Because it’s not safe Love. Understand that.” Kol said, sighing softly.

You had been asking the same question for about 5 minutes and each person you asked gave you a dull short answer. You knew everything about your mates. Well everything that they would tell you that is. 

You were a witch who didn’t belong to a coven who was surrounded 24/7 by original vampires and one original hybrid. You're definitely not a skilled witch though, Klaus often refers to you as his little witch. You’ve set things on fire in anger when you’ve gotten into a fight with just about anyone. Things or people.. You’ve never tried running from your power as much as you’ve thought about trying to find a way to lock up your magic and seal it away for a better day. The world is just too dangerous to sit around defenseless regardless if you know or don’t know how to work with the weapons you’ve been given.

“Why is it not safe? What’s going on? I woke up and none of you were there just for me to come find you all and you basically give me the side eye when I ask something!” You said starting to raise your voice. Kol looked at you and he could see the fire in your eyes. You were getting upset and that wasn’t something that they could deal with right now. 

Kol walked closer to you grabbing both of your hands with each of his he put them both on each side of his cheeks. It was a little habit that you’ve grown when showing affection to any of your four lovers. When they’d ask why? you’d always just say “Two hands to ground you. Two eyes to calm you.” It always worked so much that when you would freak out or get anger they started using your calming tactics on you themselves.

“Darling please calm down or else you’ll bloody burn the house down.” Kol said softly staring into your eyes rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. So you started focusing on the feeling of his hands and you felt yourself relax and doing so slowed your heart down. Him hearing this he gave you a sly smirk "Good girl." He kissed your forehead and not a second after he was gone. 

"What the hell Kol!" You yelled out feeling all of your 5 second relaxation get thrown out of the window.. 

Sighing, you shook your head and went on a journey through the rest of the compound to look for your mates. When you did they all were in the same room huddled up together basically whispering with the occasional yell from each other.

“What’s going on?” You asked, smiling softly in hope to soften them up to spill the beans.

“Nothing of your concern.” Klaus said immediately.

While Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah and Kol were huddled up Freya was off to the side mixing up some herbs. You couldn’t tell what they were but off the back you knew they were very strong protection herbs. 

“What’s going on?” You asked sternly, shifting your eyes between your four loves and Freya.

“It’s nothing-”

“Stop fucking with me and tell me what’s going on! Tell me why you have the walls sealed up like were all stuck here in hell on earth it’s fucking hot in here! Why is it so hot!” You ranted as your mates watched you with wide eyes. Some eyes were full of shock, others were filled with admiration.  

“Oh my god the curtains!” Freya said, jumping up, making you turn around to see that you set the curtains in the room on fire. 

“My what is your constant need to try to burn us all to oblivion my little witch?” Klaus questioned. Turning to him you only saw admiration from him. 

It was one of the things that made you love him more and more. The fact that you could burn the whole world to ash he would be right next to you cheering you on with a smile on his face. Elijah would lecture you on how you’d feel after the world was finished burning. Kol would be on the same page as Klaus, just happy to start some chaos with his love by his side. And Rebekah well it would all just depend on her mood of that day.

It made you feel less of a freak. An uncontrollable freak. 

“I didn’t mean to.” You said calmly. 

Freya tamed the fire with her powers but they've all learned that your flames only go out depending on your mood. And as long as you were upset or irritated the flames could and would raise at any given time. So the only reasonable thing would be to tell you what’s going on.

“Come on Nik wouldn’t you rather her know or burn down the bloody compound?” Rebekah asked, looking at Klaus.

“It will upset her. And you see what happens when she’s upset.” Klaus said frustrated that this was even still a conversion.

“It will bring her some peace, knee Klaus.” Elijah said always thinking of your well being. 

“Fine bloody tell her and if we all burn don’t look at me for help.” He said plopping down into a chair further away gesturing at someone to go ahead and tell you the news.

“Marcel is planning on killing us all.” Kol said calmly.

“What?!” You yelled out with wide eyes causing the fire around to come back full force.

“Calm her!” Freya said no longer able to tame the flame.

“What did I tell you?” Klaus said, rolling his eyes.

“Bloody hell I liked those curtains.” Rebekah said, shaking her head. 

You didn’t know much about they’re history with Marcel. All that you knew was he was supposed to be a friend of some sort and sometimes family? It was complicated, They said something that you never found yourself interested enough to pry about. So you didn’t. If you didn’t ask any questions you wouldn’t see him as anything more than a friendly vampire who they throw hands with sometimes. You never thought it was that deep. Until now.

“Why is he trying to kill you-”

“Never mind the reason why thousands of people want to kill us for so many different reasons.” Elijah said plainly like it was just so simple.

“They've crafted yet another weapon to try to unleash downfall upon us. It is yet another useless thing that will cease to exist once we're all done.” Klaus said, walking to you. 

As he walked to you he held eye contact with you making your heart yet again flutter. Grabbing both of your cold hands with his warm ones giving you a sly smirk he then said. 

“You have nothing to worry about. Especially if your worries are about us love. What you should be worried about is what curtains are going to replace the ones you’ve just burned down for no reason.” He finished kissing your lips gently but quick as he pulled away he let go of your hands and speedily walked away. Not even giving you time to say goodbye and good luck.

The flames being gone Freya also turned to leave the room. But before she left completely she said “Try not to burn anything else while we're gone yeah?” 

“I didn’t mean to.” You said shuffling from one foot to another.

“I think it’s sexy how destructive you are.. As long as you are nowhere near my closet.” Rebekah said smiling kissing your forehead following behind the two who just left the room. You watched as she walked away and when you turned another there were only two left. Kol and Elijah 

“Kol-” You started but was rudely cut off. 

“Nope, I've already said my greetings and dismissals to you love. I couldn’t bear to do it all over again.” He stated giving you a forehead kiss on his walk out of the room.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself shaking your head.

“You should eat something. Read what I’ve laid on your bed, It should give you what you need to know on how to control your magic. It was my mothers.” Elijah said, taking a few long strides to you and stopping in front of you. 

“Are you going to kill him?” You asked in hopes the answer was going to be no. You knew Marcel was like an on and off family member. 

“If we must, I will lay down his life myself for the sake of my family.” He said sternly, smoothing down his suit.

“I thought he was family?” You questioned looking up at him.

“Sometimes family turns to foe and there's nothing you can do but save the family you have left.” After he said that you saw he was in deep thought. His eyes looked to be lost in the mist of fog. Right when you were going to say something he opened his mouth.

“I’ll make sure they control themselves. Please eat.” And with that he laid his hands on the sides of your face and kissed the top of your head. Your daddy issues were screaming, not even gonna lie. When he let go he walked away leaving with the others which left you alone with yourself and the one thought you had.

“What the hell is there to eat in this house besides blood?”

[wholoveseggs]

I need to rant because the TVDU creators and writers annoy me (for so many reasons but this one specifically today): Rebekah and Hope's last names should not be Mikaelson and they aren't as far as I'm concerned. Based on the spelling of their names, they're from Scandinavian, right? So their surnames would be based on how surnames work in that area of the world: the first name of their father + son (for the sons) or dottir (for the daughters). Therefore, Rebekah's would be Mikaeldottir, since she is Mikael's daughter, and Hope's would be Klausdottir, since she is Klaus' daughter. Pretty sure it was even said in the show that they were Vikings from Europe (of course Europe bc heaven forbid Americans know countries. Like at the end of TVD when Bonnie was going to go travelling and they gave her a pamphlet that said Africa on it...) and they wrote their names in runes! They even go as far as Mikaelson but then couldn't be bothered to give Rebekah and Hope last names that would make sense. Not everything revolves around America and how Americans do things...and they had to move to the 'new world' (aka America) where everyone was healthy 🙄. I liked the idea of the Mystic Falls gang finding the carvings that The Originals did but I kinda hate how they made it so when The Originals moved, they just happened to move to the very place that would become very relevant to them in the future and not just because it was once their home. Seems a bit too convenient tbh. And I love The Originals and was so excited for the spin off to have more of them but damn it was kinda bad. Like too many and too long time skips and I hated that Klaus barely had any time with Hope and The Hollow storyline was just stupid. I want them to be together, not have to be far away from each other otherwise biblical-like plagues start happening. Let Rebekah have a nice relaxing bath in peace without it turning into blood! And at some point they got possessed into killing each other because of some blade or something. The hell was all that shit about? And then Legacies was kinda bad too. I loved Hope and Lizzy and Josie but everyone else annoyed me (Hope did as well whenever anything involved Landon but she was a badass and powerful tribrid who's a 16-year-old orphan so I'll give her a pass). And Hope still had Rebekah and Freya and Kol but only the first 2 showed up like once even though she was now an orphan and could've used having the last few remaining family members around. Basically, the pregnancy shit should never have happened and TVD should've ended with season 4 (or even season 3 with Elena just dying tbh bc I hated the cure storyline) because everything after that is a mess. Like throwing a dart at random words kinda mess...

Also, it would not be The Mikaelson Mansion. It should be The Compound. Or The Abattoir. Or The Original Mansion/House/Home.

Anyway, I'm sorry about all of that but it's 3am and I can't sleep and I'm annoyed 👍

Don’t apologize !!! this is the exact kind of 3am rage I live for!! Now I'm here to rant back...

You’re absolutely right: Rebekah should be Mikaeldottir and Hope should be Klausdottir. The whole Scandinavian origin story was so half-baked. I get that when they introduced Elijah in TVD season 2, the writers probably hadn’t mapped out an entire thousand-year-old vampire family with Norse roots, but once they did, they just… kept rewriting their own canon like we wouldn’t notice?

And don’t even get me started on Bonnie. I will never forgive the writers for the way they treated her. She was such a wonderful, complex character... and they flattened her into the token witch trope. Every time someone needed saving? Bonnie. Every time magic was needed? Bonnie. Every time the plot was falling apart? Bonnie. The Bennet bloodline has so much potential, but they refused to give her a storyline that didn’t involve self-sacrifice. And we all know why. Racism in media shows up in exactly this way. Amazing Black characters getting sidelined, overused, and underdeveloped while the white leads cry about their love triangles.

I’m also not a fan of anything beyond TVD season three. Yes, there are some great characters who pop up later, but the central canon starts getting stretched thin and twisted into shapes it was never meant to hold. It’s like they set up all these rich, fascinating storylines… and then just left them to rot while chasing increasingly chaotic plots. The cure storyline broke the momentum completely, and after that, it really did start to feel like they were throwing darts at a wall of random concepts. (& They could never come up with vilians that topped the Mikaelsons)

Now, the time skips in TO. I loathe seasons 4 and 5 for this so deeply. The skips were so obviously a device to age Hope up, but the execution was cheap and jarring. The wild part is ... they could have been doing that the whole time??? Like, season 1 covers around 9 months (Hayley’s entire pregnancy), and that pacing worked great. I loved the season one finale! But once Hope is born, they had the perfect opportunity to start gradually jumping time between seasons. Vampires don’t age .. they could’ve easily skipped a couple years between major events and let the world breathe a bit. Instead, we got two full seasons of intense, nonstop conflict (that seemingly happens over less than a two year period??) and then bam! time jump. Suddenly Hope is 5 years older, the family is scattered, and we’re meant to fill in the emotional gaps ourselves. It undercuts so much character development, especially between Klaus and Hope. All that potential for actual bonding, for him to try and raise her in his deeply messed-up but loving way? Gone. The skips robbed us of seeing their relationship grow, and instead we’re left with a rushed, fragmented version of a father-daughter connection that should’ve been central to the second half of show.

I wish Inadu was an actual compelling villain. Like, they made her the most boring, personality-less plot device possible. She wasn’t scary, she wasn’t layered, she just existed to keep Hope and Klaus apart with increasingly ridiculous magical rules. Like, sure, I enjoyed the creepy effects when they got close to each other... but at the end of the day, what was the point? None of it felt earned. It felt very manufactured.

A minor gripe I have !!! And I know this sounds silly, but it bothers me ... is that the Mikaelsons just aren’t weird enough. And I say that with love. They’re fantastic characters… but they’re also ancient immortals trapped in a CW show, forced to be cool and quippy instead of deeply unsettling and bizarre like they should be.

Like, hear me out: they are over a thousand years old. Think about any old person you know — are they trendy? Do they keep up with the latest slang? Can they convert a document to a PDF?? No! They’re stubborn, set in their ways, confused by technology, and grumpy about everything. I need the Mikaelsons to reflect that energy. I need Elijah to refuse to use a smartphone because he thinks it’s "beneath him."(Handwritten letters only!!) I need Kol to be unreasonably fascinated by microwaves (he doesn't trust them). I need Rebekah to email boomer memes. I want Klaus to have I need them to have the most dated, incomprehensible sense of fashion, because he doesn't care what anyone thinks... and its kinda a power move...

let them be ancient and unhinged!!! they’ve earned it!!!

&& yeah ..... the Mikaelson mansion?? be serious. it’s the compound. (the abattoir if ya nasty.) only the true Mikaelson girlies know the truth 💅

[dollopole]

Merlin follows Arthur everywhere, but Arthur follows Merlin everywhere too (what I believe was a possible Camelot’s Golden Age)

Do we talk about this enough? I don’t know (obviously we do), so here I am, because I need to get this out of my system.

But before I get straight to the point, you’ll need to bear with me and listen to my ranting about Freya.

I genuinely don’t know why and maybe I just read the wrong fanfictions, but why does there seem to be a collective thinking about how Merlin wouldn’t have gone with Freya because he couldn’t abandon Arthur?

Are we talking about the same Merlin?

Whatever someone believes Merlin and Freya loved each other platonically or romantically, my man was ready to flee:

Merlin didn’t think about it one second, before he went back home to Ealdor to save his mother and the villagers. “Oh, but it’s his mom”, and Freya was a poor, tortured and outcasted girl, traumatised and oppressed by the same system that oppressed Merlin, who had been finally understood by a girl who was ready to love him and live with him. And my babygirl Merlin was ready to have that, ready to live as himself and run away with someone who cared enough about him to wait for him.

Merlin never thought about the consequences of helping someone, especially in the first seasons. I could argue the point that he didn’t care about Freya (much like he didn’t care about a lot of other people) with season four/season five Merlin, but in the second season, Merlin still had the faith and hope of doing what was right, and even if very dangerous, didn’t care about his actions to the point even Gaius didn’t know what he was up to.

The following up seasons are a contradiction to the first two, because Merlin and Arthur had began to finally change. We see them talk back to both Gaius and Uther, siding with Morgana and her plans, and try to do what was right in the best of their capacity (and it makes even more sense that Merlin couldn’t still do much, since he was starting to understand his powers and their extent only then)

And even in season four, with no one by his side, not even Arthur, and barely Gwaine, Merlin didn’t think about it twice to go save Gaius all by himself, against people he didn’t know, Agravaine and Morgana.

So for those who has stayed, here comes my point:

Arthur has a tendency, if we don’t want to name it an homosexual calling towards his manservant, to follow Merlin almost everywhere:

Even if Merlin and Arthur had already tested their limits, and by this, I mean for how long they could stay more than one inch apart from each other, Arthur followed Merlin to Ealdor. My man had two heads, and for a moment longer than what was considered not gay, he thought more with one than the other, and we all know which one I’m referring too. But jokes aside, Merlin had already drank poison for Arthur, and yet, he loved more people than just him, like his mother, and did what he felt was right;

With Freya, Arthur would have resisted two seconds without Merlin, somehow found out that the idiot had had to protect the fourth magical creature of the week, and after rolling his eyes and debating his heterosexuality for the umpteenth time during the last hours, would have packed his things and followed Merlin, to hell with the kingdom (and if we want to be romantic, what’s a kingdom to Arthur without his best friend, court sorcerer, lover, Merlin? Consequently, Arthur would have even followed Freya, and the three would have been followed by Gwen and Morgana, and together start the revolution we deserved to see).

And if it hadn’t been for Agravaine, with his horrid, yet somehow successful manipulation, (I blame this on Arthur’s stupidity and his lack of affection), Arthur would have believed Merlin’s thoughts about Gaius and followed him there, too.

And I’m not even talking about the times where Arthur blindly followed Merlin on quests because of his ‘funny feelings’, didn’t think about it twice to bring Gwaine with them on a quest that was supposed to be a secret, followed Merlin around the castle, because he needed him either for practise or to clean his things, or to polish the bloody armour (it should have been the other way around, Merlin following Arthur around because the chores were literally his job, but fine) and whenever Merlin mysteriously disappeared, Arthur questioned the entire castle about him, following not Merlin, but those who could have seen him. If we were given the show we deserved, now we would have scenes of Arthur walking all the way down the lower town in nothing but breeches, a tunic and bare feet to haul Merlin by the back of his collar and bring him back to the castle, with a grumpy face on, because: “How could you abandon me, Merlin?” (he had been gone away for one hour).

We often talk about how much Merlin goes around Arthur, because he is literally his destiny, but if we are talking about two sides of the same coin, two halfs that cannot hate the other, very heterosexual endearing names they have given each other over the duration of ten years…

Then,

Merlin is Arthur’s destiny.

It’s balanced, even with their relationship:

One is a servant, the other is a prince/king;

One is oppressed, the other oppresses him;

One is rich, the other is poor;

One is awful at fighting (with anything other than his magic), the other is one of the best warriors in all Five Kingdoms;

One is literally magic, the other doesn’t have it, but was born of it;

In the first part of the series, one has a father, the other has a mother;

One is good at and likes hunting, the other isn’t good at and dislikes hunting;

One is an idiot, the other is… Alright, this is fair, at least.

One is gay, the other isn’t.

The differences are there, but Merlin and Arthur have one goal in common:

Bring peace to Camelot, and unite all of Albion.

Aside the obvious fact, which is that they both didn’t achieve the goal, and when trying to do just that, they were both shite at it, the Golden Age they had to bring was literally each other.

Merlin and Arthur are balanced by character and personality, behaviour and station, but there was only one thing they really cared about:

each other.

Merlin had to bring out Arthur’s love and respect for those unlike him, show him that magic was not the fault of people’s crimes, but their actions, help him distance himself from Uther and everything that is Uther, and build a new reign of prosperity and equality, and therefore peace.

Meanwhile, Arthur had to help, by being a king, bring out Merlin’s voice, powers, true self, and by listening to him, following him, and liberating all who were like him and make actual peace.

Okay, both didn’t do shit, but we can say they tried (?)

All of this to say that Arthur and Merlin did things the same, but differently. The story described them as two sides of the same coin, and did show exactly that (even if, at times, poorly).

If they had the chance to truly loved each other, in the right way, the Golden Age would have arrived for everyone.

And the Golden Age was meant to first make Merlin and Arthur see who they really were, show their true feelings, and finally fuck each other’s brains out, and then to bring prosperity to the kingdom of Camelot, and therefore all of Albion.

We can say:

Merlin’s Golden Age was Arthur, and Arthur’s Golden Age was Merlin.

And this implies that Albion’s greatest need is Merlin, and Arthur will rise again when Merlin will need him the most.

[hulloitsdani]

*scratches at your writing itch more* c’mon give us more about your writing give us that good ol’ fashioned yapping

LETS FREAKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Ahem.

So if you are a tag reader and have existed on my blog for an extended period of time, then you may recall me mentioning that I really should go on a rant about Loki. Multiple times even. And there is a good reason for that— she is one of the most interesting characters to analyze and write for in feh.

That might seem like an odd claim, but you must remember that your reliable narrator finds immense joy in writing for Kiran fire emblem. Kiran is fun for a few reasons, but the work loop is what really sells it. There is a character beyond the self insert, but it must be found and then extrapolated back. Detective work goes into their analysis and then more free form creativity is employed to inflict that personality back onto the narrative. Loki provides a similar experience. She’s an almost equally blank slate. Harsh comparison considering Kiran is a non entity of a self insert, but true nonetheless. Currently, as of the very start of book 9, Loki is not much of a character. I hope to be proven wrong in the near future, but right now that is the case.

The issue can most easily be broken down into one core question: what does Loki want? No, seriously, what does she want? She’s the only reoccurring character in which we have no idea about anything that drives her. You might argue that this is supposed to be part of her mystique, but then I’d argue that you don’t understand what builds mystique. You know who also had mystique? Líf and Thrasir, Læraðor and the Healing Hands, Gullvieg, and about every other antagonistic force whose full motives were not initially clear. Just because we did not know the full extent of what drove them, did not mean that we didn’t get a sense of something they wanted. The most common thing these antagonists want is to kill our heroes, which is why conflict arises in the first place.

What does Loki want in comparison? To cause Chaos™️? That is a cop-out in the same way writing Harley Quinn as just a crazy random lady is. It is an excuse to not write a consistent character and just hoping that surface level aesthetics will carry everything on its emancipated shoulders. To what end does Loki want to cause chaos? For what reasons? What could possibly stand in her way? What conflict could arise from that? Every other character has straight forward answers to these basic questions, but even after 8 seasons of this narrative, we still don’t have anything for this lady. And that’s a blatant flaw of FEH. Which is a shame, because as I was digging to find ways to fill the gaps, some genuinely interesting ideas came up.

This starts with the FEH’s pantheon. It is a vital part of the narrative’s themes of loneliness, isolation, and connection. Being the villains 80% of the time, they are often a pure distillation of the long term effects of isolation. Hel is a fascinating introduction to this idea that gains more intrigue in retrospect. Unlike every divine encounter after her, she is the sole god we meet in book 3. It’s an unspoken rule, but they typically arise in contrasting pairs. Askr and Embla, Nifl and Múspell, Freyr and Freya, etc. It is revealed that Hel was not an exception to this rule, but had successfully killed her equal and opposite of Ymir long before she ever set foot in Askr. With no one left to naturally counter her, she’s been fueling her endless need for more power free of natural consequence. Without life, death has gone utterly power mad. Upon her throne of corpses, she is entirely isolated and free to view every breathing being as lesser. To really drive this home, they reveal that her only connection to a living thing, Eir, to be a lie. She is a need for power, left by itself to rot.

Then we have the siblings Freyr and Freya, who were implied to be the weird black sheep of the pantheon and thus only had each other. Freyr is notedly one of the few non antagonistic gods and this correlates with his apparent social life. He talks to people! Regularly! According to Peony, anytime anyone has any issue in the realm of dreams, they go to him. He has taken the time to build a community and make himself the beating heart of it. He’s getting some god damn therapy. Good for him! Freya has unfortunately done no such thing and hasn’t moved on from the harm inflicted upon them in the past. She has power, beauty, and fame, but Freyr is still the only person she has. But now, the reverse is no longer true and he’s pulling further away. This nags at the long standing wound of never being accepted and Freya sees this as rejection from the one person in this horrible cruel world who wasn’t supposed to do that to her. Everything goes to hell from there. This need for acceptance is left by itself to rot.

Now, this was supposed to be a discussion of Loki, no? Why bring this up? Well, it’s because she’s an oddity. Hel, Freya, and Freyr generally define the types of gods we see from this point onwards. We either got isolated and rocking it (Hel, Múspell), isolated and crying in the club (Freya, Gullveig, Nifl), or finally getting some god damn therapy for the isolation but ultimately not being able to fully escape it in time (Freyr, Askr). Loki is not quite any of these things. And as I was trying to rationalize why there was an exception to this theme I found, it dawned on me— it’s not that she isn’t any of these things, it’s that she’s on the verge of becoming one of them. What makes Loki unique among the pantheon is that she’s the only god we see meeting and connecting with people throughout the narrative. That’s the point. Nothing has begun to rot yet. Her powers are shapeshifting and pretending to be a person, because she’s actually on the verge of potentially becoming one.

Let’s use her dynamic with Veronica as an example. Loki genuinely likes Veronica. She finds the girl silly and cute. However, she had alterer motives from the moment they met, as she was still working for Surtr at the time and befriended the young princess so that she could be ultimately sacrificed to the rite of flames. And even outside of that, she needed her help to begin the Tempest. It was a lie from the start, and yet, Loki gives our protagonists an opening to save her. That’s fascinating. She does not value Veronica’s life or wellbeing above her schemes, but she likes her enough to actively go out of her way to give her a chance. If I didn’t know any better, that’s a fascinating set up for a long term character conflict. Loki, the chaotic trickster god plotting to bring change and ruin, vs Loki, a quirky shapeshifter lady teaching Princess Veronica funny little tricks like how to heal paper cuts and not lose her breakfast when quickly dimension hoping to the realm of the dead.

That’s so god damn fun and is a version of the character that would bring so much life to the narrative. But it’s not really what we got and might not be what we ultimately get either. And that’s okay, I’m pretty down for whatever they choose to do. But until then, Your Honor, hit that trickster god with an identity crisis. Hit her with the silly beam. Let the two tacticians hang out and be kinda toxic besties. What could go wrong? Oh, there’s a character named Baldur? Surely this won’t result in a chain of events that culminates in the end of the world.

[that-one-kiddo-in-the-back]

Slurred speech... Queer bad.

I've been wanting to talk about this for a pretty long time

Props to her for putting content warnings. This is her. "I hate the word queer so everyone else should" video. For the purpose of this post, I'll be saying Queer since no one else has a problem with it besides me. I'll go into saying I don't like the word Queer because my conservative boomer parents use it as a slur, and I've only ever known the word to be used as a negative. So I'm not too keen on being called Queer. However, that doesn't mean I'll yell "ThAt'S a SlUr." When someone else in the LGBTQ+ uses it. Free speech and all that.

We start the video with an SU mention and how people weren't too keen on her calling the word Queer a "slur" when it's been reclaimed for quite a while now.

Anyway, she brings up how there are two arguments towards using Queer A) who want to use it as a self identifier for their own reasons and B) who want to use it as an umbrella for the community as a whole because the community is to specific and it needs to be all-encompassing and guess what side she hates the most. if you guess B, then you'd be right. Here's the thing I think that the LGBTQ has way too many letters, and some people don't fully know who they are, only that they aren't straight or cis, so to use Queer as an umbrella to get the point across that the person isn't cis or straight isn't that bad of a thing but this video isn't about telling cis straight people they can't use Queer this is telling people in the community they can't say Queer.

Something bonkers about this video is that she compared the use of the word Queer to the nazi word degenerate, saying they are one in the same. Which lily not all things relate to the Nazis.

Rocky horror is the Bain of Lily’s existence. She brings in her straw man (Billy), who asks the important question of "isn't it's history as an LGBTQ term important to consider?" To which Lily sets that wicker man on fire by bringing up Rocky horror. I'll confess that I have never seen Rocky horror, and at this point, I refuse to watch it simply because Tim Curry (It's because I don't like gross horror that involves SA), but regardless. Since I haven't watched Rocky horror, I'll be skipping over it. Other people would have better takes on it anyway. I will say that she thinks that SU, glee, and RuPaul's drag race are just as gross as Rocky horror... which how? I don't know shit about Glee, but how is drag racing gross?

Billy brings up how Queer was reclaimed, just like how black people reclaimed the N-slur, which Lily says isn't the same thing. Now I can blend in with snow, and I'm not gonna tell black people what they can or can't say, but Lily is "native," so it's fair for her

So sorry, black people, the pertendian has spoken you can't use the N-slur. 🤷

She says how no black person uses the N-slur to another person... which, like from experience of being outside and around others, I can personally tell you that black people are definitely calling other black people the N-slur. I used to live in California, and the N-slur was the most common thing you will hear when you're in the lunch line. Lily, you can tell people in your own community what they can or can't say but for the love of Freya stay in your fucking lane and don't tell other cultures what they can or can't say because that makes you just as bad as the people who try to silence them.

Back to the main video. Lily goes on a rant about "how dare the younger gays say Queer when people in the 60s were beaten to death while Queer was being yelled at them or the people who were called Queer as a slur and is disgusted that some idiot kids would have the nerve to say that everything is okay now" which people aren't doing no one is telling a person who has been called Queer to shut up and deal with it because it's reclaimed. I feel like Lily has confused the word Queer to the F-slur, which is far more dangerous than Queer.

The whole video is just Lily whining about Queer bad questioning good throughout the whole video it made it seem like people reclaiming Queer are gonna move onto the F-slur and force LGBTQ people to use that which isn't what's happening no one is being forced to use Queer as an identification of being in the LGBTQ. She brings up Queer studys as something that a gross person would study completely, ignoring the study itself.

Whether you like it or not Queer has been reclaimed, and you can either swim with it or drown.

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n: the things that are just absolutely not true are sarcasm btw lol

requested by anon

“This is why I didn’t want you coming.” Allison whispered to you as the family bickered in the living room. The whole family was a bit peculiar and your relationship was a bit new—you just thought Allison would be more torn about her father passing.

“I’m beginning to understand why, yeah.” You nodded, reaching for her hand. “I think I’ll survive.” You say that now…anyways, Allison was already going through divorce and a custody dispute, and her family just couldn’t seem to get it together. Especially this Five kid, who claimed he was much older and that the world was ending. You tried to humor him on his rantings—he was a child, after all.

“And who are you?” Five asked snarkily, as if you were interfering with something. Maybe you were, the family mourning—but you didn’t see a lot of mourning anyways. “And can you get out of my way?”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Allison cut in between. “Y/N, I think I need a break from this. Let’s get out of the house.” She dragged you away from the madness she was so embarrassed of.

“I feel like I’m intruding.” You admitted.

“No…that’s how they normally are, I promise.” She kissed you on the cheek and helped you escape the house as more screaming ensued, getting quieter with every step away.

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[lilysmiles11223345]

Also to reiterate in my tired state; I laugh and am silly about vengeance Freya being silly about murder and all but I feel like I do not get to

So here’s a “Lily did not take her meds” fueled hyperfixation rant :D

Basically clover and Freya are both young impressionable children, both had to try and grow up quickly but they still are young.

Freya is especially impressionable, she was born with essentially a disability (her curse) that she doesn’t understand or know enough about. Nobody in her life ever taught her how to deal with what she was going through correctly, most not even wanting to understand.

In every route- she learns to deal with the curse in different ways; some healthier than others.

In the vengeance route(at least the main version of mine), she learns through clover’s actions that dealing with the curse in an unhealthily way is okay. Which bloomed throughout the route

This is not to say it’s all clovers fault she’s like this at all— I jest about that from the lil ask I sent but no Nono, clover is a child themselves— they are just trying to do what’s right, they were trying to be helpful, even if what they did was extremely wrong and the worst way to go about it. But through that, he accidentally and indirectly encourages Freya into unhealthy behaviour without realizing or even meaning to do so.

What I am saying though is that both of them are multidimensional and depending on the route have different perspectives that show another version of their personalities, and how I want to convey vengeance!Freya is that she’s a young child who is trying to do what’s right by her only friend while also dealing with a curse that makes it difficult for her to do that in a healthy way, what she did wasn’t right either by any means— they both messed up in that route, but they also are kids. It doesn’t make either necessarily evil—

I explain this both because I love these two sm and I have too much fun just,, thinking of they in situations— but also to explain better since I know I can explain things poorly about these two due to being excited about all of the pieces I have together and making jokes with that context despite the fact I haven’t revealed any of the pieces that I know to any of you lol -v-

Oh and also what happened to rose quartz and Mabel pines in their respective fandoms and pretty much chara too in this one makes me worry I must explain even if I never would have a fandom like that pfff

[sgiandubh]

If...

If you think there is no exit plan, you are probably very candid.

If you think they have no support network, you might have an agenda. Or are, again, very candid about how some things work, in that world.

If you think any random Glaswegian will readily tell you, a nice tourist, what you burn to know, you might have no idea of British/Scottish mentality.

It's been two weeks since I started to interact with you, although I feel like I've known a handful of you for a good while. Following and trying to make sense of someone's written rants does that.

You are everything I thought you would be. Kind, thoughtful people. I have met and talked, sometimes at length, to some of the most intelligent, trustworthy, warmhearted, sensible, sensitive and empathic women I've stumbled upon in a long time. You know who you are. I shared in all honesty. You shared in all honesty, I know it. It is all safe with me and I am grateful for the honor. Each one of the tiny gems is safely stocked and your DM words do not travel to other inboxes. I thank you and commend you. You are these two's best fans. Truly.

Know I read and appreciate all your reblogs and comments, even if it would take a very long time to answer them all.

I often wondered what I would do in the statistically not that unlikely (given current location) event of a sighting. Three possibilities exist: 1) nervousness, silly face and shaky hands are no pretty picture; 2) look like an imbecile, take no pic, howl in own's car and then brag about in excited DMs; 3) take a pic praying Freya not to drop the damn phone, then share in private only.

For the life of me, I have no idea why I feel so protective towards two complete strangers. But this is my stand and I am a very stubborn person. I will not budge. I don't give a flying duck about what you might think of me. I share what I want to share about me, and with whom I want to share only: some already know a lot, some almost nothing. And when I go public with something, I believe it in all good faith and to the best of my abilities to be 100% accurate.

I cannot be taunted, angered, coaxed, bribed, lured. Try me. You'll get a nice teflon wall smiling right back at you. I am not going anywhere and I will die on this hill, because I know in my mind and in my heart it is the right one. Not all those who wander are lost.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

Here's Day 8 of @whumptober 2024, also Whumptober Alt Prompts- Secrets Revealed/Regret

Inner Child- the oldest Mikaelson brothers prove why they're the worst team as things go badly before they even leave the bedroom.

follows on from Under the skin

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Finn knows the moment the ‘itching under Elijah’s skin’ fades because his brother releases him and sits up all stiff posture as the return to their relative normal made any difference from any of this.

Mother had made Elijah unable to disobey Finn’s words, made keeping their distance from one another, as Finn’s short lived plan had been, impossible thank to the proximity enchantment, leaving Elijah is at the very least discomfort, but far more likely agony to drive Elijah to give in his stubbornness so quickly.

There was the possibility of him ordering Elijah away under the pretence of a task but it was far more likely that wouldn’t work, the enchantment would forced Elijah to complete the tasks quickly and have him return and ignoring his own discomfort of that, the empty eyed doll mother had show them, Klaus would not take that at all well.

So Mother had made Elijah into her puppet, a tool to manipulate the others and now Finn was left to clear or at least manage the mess she had made, while they still had Dahlia to deal with, something he still had find a way to explain and convince his siblings to deal with as the child was still alive and removing her was no longer on the table.

Briefly he thinks about ordering Elijah to deal with the child but he smothered the idea with horror, he wasn’t the monster Mother made them, Elijah would never forgive himself even if it wasn’t truly his fault and Finn wished to deal with Dahlia to get a chance to live.

Niklaus would no doubt make his death slow if he had a hand in the child's death, slower if he used Elijah.

Killing her Finn has to accept would be if mother had smothered Freya in her cradle and Finn would rather die and lose his few memories with his sister.

His first goal would be to find some way to lessen what mother had done. He was stuck working with them, the last thing he wanted was Klaus at his throat for every slip up or to say a poorly worded phase on his part and turn to see the empty doll mother had made of Elijah. 

“Elijah.” he called to get his attention as Elijah had started to fiddle with his clothes, uselessly as the state of them left it clear they were well past presentability, ceased, blood stained and torn at the edges.

An apt metaphor for their siblings currently.

“Can you let me into you mind?”

“Why?” he asked, eye narrowed with suspicion, Finn took a breath to remind himself Elijah was allowed it. He had had everything taken from him, they still had no idea how long mother had him after he had asked to be daggered.

“To see what effects mother’s spell had left, perhaps we can find a way to add to your mental shield, to give you more control against any accidental orders.” he explained, besides Elijah’s shield were impressive if they could find out how the spell got past them they would have a better idea of how to undo it.

“And those on purpose?” Elijah raised a brow at him.

“Elijah.” he sighed, “I didn’t want this, trust me.”

“It's not like I have a choice.” Elijah muttered after a moment before shifting to kneel in front of him 

“I am asking.” he reminded him.

“Fine.” Elijah conceded with a nod before placing two of his fingers to Finn’s temple.

He opened his eyes to a white hallway, he was familiar with Elijah’s mind, from waking in Mystic fall when Elijah had shared with him the basics of modern life, to spare him wasting his time re-learning everything.

It had spoken of Elijah’s talent to be able to do so without looking into Finn's mind at all, so he had never questioned why Finn already had a grasp of modern English, thanks to Klaus’ many rants to their coffins. The modern French, Spanish and Italian Elijah had placed in his mind could have been showing off but to Elijah it would have seemed necessary, especially given his plan of them travelling the world without Niklaus.

Finn refused to wonder what would have happened if mother hadn’t returned that night.

It quickly became clear the biggest difference was the complete absence of any doors; a few had the remains of them, broken pieces of wood hanging off swinging hinges.

White, pristine and utterly open.

It took him a moment to bring his open mental shield up to prevent himself being overwhelmed by centuries of Elijah’s memories and emotions. There was nothing to stop him from tearing through it all, forcing Elijah to relive his worst moments, finding his deepest secrets.

It was exactly what mother had wanted when she tortured him, like this it would have been so easy to push him to accept a new body. 

Finn could likely strip those memories Elijah held closest to his being, if he wanted with enough time and remade him anew. Suddenly he was relieved mother wanted a puppet to use against the others instead of her using her time with Elijah more creatively.

He reminded himself he was only able to have such access with Elijah’s help but mother could have gained the same by simply asking him, ordering him to let her into his mind where he would be just as powerless as she wiped-

Fear, terror and panic bloomed in his chest, cutting off his thoughts as familiar words carried across his mind.

“Let me out!”

He frown as he recognized it, his nightmare, his living hell alone trapped within the coffin, awake but-

“I’m here. Please!”

Desperate begging that was never heard, but what had cause it and why did it feel so distant like it wasn’t him-

“Brothers! Sister!”

Alone and in the dark as his siblings lived, in the early years clinging their shock visits for just a brief escape from the loneliness their voices brought, before he started to hate them, as those moments just made the isolation that followed worse.

“Let me out!” 

Finn flinched as he recognised Elijah’s voice even if he had never heard it in such as way and realises while it’s familiar but distance, it wasn’t his fear this time, it was Elijah living it because if he had needed to shield himself after Elijah’s mind then there was nothing shielding Elijah from his, the mind he had invited-brought into his mind. 

Centuries of being helpless and paralysed as the world moved on without outside the dark of his eyelids and the wood he was there but had never seen.

He should have questioned where Elijah was the moment he opened his eyes.

“I’m here, pl-”

“WAKE US UP NOW.” he ordered.

He opened his eyes to find them back on the bed in Elijah’s room, Elijah fingers were quickly pulled from him with a gasp.

“You have no mental shields.” He muttered faintly to himself, it was impressive given how strong Elijah’s shields had been, but then Mother had made Elijah himself the trigger of this mess, if he hadn’t shattered his younger self’s heart, it was likely they would have remained intact.

Still was it that bad because mother’s spell laid him open to her and Finn in particular or was it anyone. If it was at least just Finn and mother then once mother died it would be only one person Elijah was defenceless to.

As if being forced to obey them wasn’t bad enough, part of Finn was starting to wonder if this wasn’t just because of her longing for the innocent Elijah once was, but out of spite, to punish him for forcing her to go this far.

“You were awake.” Elijah’s horror forced him to look up from his musing, as the words were barely more than a whisper reminding him of the other issue he was trying not to delve on. “Alone, trapped, forced to be awake, all that time - if I-”

“-Had known, you would have freed me.” he finished disbelief clear.

“I’m sorry-“ Elijah apologised looking at him with wide eyes

“You’re only apologising because you felt it now,” he accused.

“No.” Elijah said, shaking his head, “you weren’t meant to be awake, if we knew we wouldn’t have left it.” Elijah reached out for his cuff sleeve as if that would make his words more credible.

“But you were fine before,” he replied, with an almost cafeless shug if not for the venom in his words “didn't care that I lost nine centuries of my life, alone in the dark.“

Elijah flinched curling inwards, likely at the fresh reminder of what he had just experienced, gutting Finn's anger, even as Elijah looked back at him trying to hide his reaction. He shouldn’t let his anger out of Elijah no matter how justified when he had helped mother strip him of most of his defences. 

And yet, the biting harsh words escaped him anyway,

“You mean it wasn’t easier to claim the role of oldest without me there?” he asked sardonically

“You were barely an older brother when you were there.” Elijah bit back, 

Finn pulled his sleeve from Elijah's grasp and kicked out, sending Elijah off balance and off the bed. He stood up from the bed and took a step back as Elijah sat up and glared at him from the other side of the bed.

“Why? Why did you leave me there, forgotten?” he demanded

“I never forgot you,” Elijah stood annoyingly gracefully as he raised himself up, “any of you, while you were in there I spent the last fifty years planning to kill Niklaus to avenge you.”

“Avenge?” he raised a brow

“He said he had thrown you all into the ocean, I had countless witches, search and found nothing.” Elijah explained, which finally answered why Finn hadn’t heard Elijah’s voice in the dark for so long until they were all undaggered in Mystic Falls, just Klaus and his complains of Elijah ‘getting close’ and ‘couldn’t he just give up’ 

“So that was the last fifty years, what about nine hundred years ago?”

Elijah’s lips thinned as he looked away, shoulders stiff.

“Tell me Elijah.” He ordered, ignoring the flash of guilt as Elijah shuddered for a moment before his body relaxed as he spoke, tone flat and empty.

“You were a comfort to Niklaus during the hunter's curse,” Elijah repeated the words he had said at the breakfast table, which felt so long ago now, “he was so paranoid and angry, expecting us to leave him every time. Kol fled to find a witch to break it, Rebekah was mourning her hunter and Niklaus blamed her.”

“How long was he cursed?” Finn asked

“52 years, 4 months, and 9 days.” Elijah recited.

“So why didn’t you undagger me then?”

“Niklaus-” Elijah started but Finn cut him off, noticing the twitch Elijah polite expression.

“Elijah, I want to know why you left me alone in that hell?”

“It was easier.” The words came out slowly as Finn watched Elijah break out of the almost trace his first demand had forced Elijah into.

“Easier?” he snapped,  “Why was I being out of the way easier for you if it wasn’t for your want of-”

“I was tired of your judging us,” Elijah spat the flat mild tone vanishing, “me for failing to control them, Klaus was worse after the curse, it broke something in him, Rebekah was angrier after her hunter’s betrayal,and Kol was mad he had been useless that there was a threat to us even his knowledge of magic couldn’t help.” Elijah paused for a moment clearly trying to think of what he needed to say to end the questions, “Finn, I wanted to undagger you, I wanted help protecting our family but we were never your first priority and I couldn't split my attention to watch over you self loathing everytime Sage wandered away.”

“So it was out of concern for me.” He snorted, as he realised Elijah hadn’t shaken the command and had managed to retaken some of his control by going along with it, “Don’t lie.” he added because he knew his brother if anyone found a loophole it would be Elijah.

“I’m not,” Elijah hissed, “you wanted the truth so I can't.” Elijah snapped harshly but Finn noticed something else appearing in his expression “You snide comments were little help when they only encouraged Kol to do worst and-” Elijah eyes widened as his hand flew to his mouth, making Finn realise it was panic that he had noticed “Finn stop this-” he pleaded making Finn freeze as he finally spotted the gathering wetness his his brother’s eyes, “I- I can’t- I even after so long I wanted my big brother, i-”

“Stop.” he ordered a moment too late leaving them both in a thick silence, Elijah glared at him as he stared back, he refused to give in, he had a right to his anger. The stiff way Elijah moved the hands he had tried to stifle himself to wipe his eyes made it very clear he had gone too far. “You can speak.” he added after several minutes when ELijah did nothing but glare.

“Our parents were terrible both, failed us in a numerous way, but you-”

“I was a child.”

“AS WAS I.” Elijah yelled, making them both jump slightly iat the volume before Elijah took a deep breath “after we were made into this, after mother death and we ran, I had hope.”

“Hope?” he asked, made into monsters fleeing from another what could Elijah have hope in that case he wondered.

“That without them, when it was just us, you could see beyond what you lost and see us.”

“You?” he huffed, “A bunch of glutton with little to no restraint”

“We were trying,” Elijah replied far to close to whining for his brother’s normal state, “that’s more than you ever did.”

“What?”

“You resented us,”Elijah accused, causing Finn to shut his mouth close, “for being born, for not being Freya, for replacing her. News for you brother, we didn’t have a choice in that.” Elijah finished letting the words hang.

The quiet stretched, the air appearing to grow heavier as it did.

“You can go.” he muttered as it got too much for him,  “just go, have a drink or shower, I know part of you needs to get changed.” he added as he noticed Elijah was still wearing the suit from that ‘breakfast’, dagger hole sitting centre of his chest beside those blood stains caused by his own fingers and mother’s blood on his collar. Those on Elijah’s face had dried and flaked off at some point, likely on his own shirt Finn thought disdainfully.

Looking down to find he was right saved him from Elijah’s eyes.

“Finn-”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” he said clearly, glancing up to catch Elijah’s eyes widened before he closed them

“Yes.” Elijah sighed before turning to leave.

Finn waited until Elijah’s footsteps faded before he flopped back onto the bed and picked up a pillow to scream into it.

It was too late for regret now he reminded himself but that did nothing to remove the weight of it.

Why was it always Elijah that managed to reduce him to feeling like a teenager, none of the others ever managed to get him back to snapping like a petulant child, he couldn't’;t even take solace with the fact Elijah had lost his composure as well this time either.  

This was the worst case, Finn hadn’t meant to cause any of that, he should have stopped the moment he realised he first commanded Elijah and yet he hadn’t, some part of him liked having the control.

Elijah had been a stubborn little brat, never listening to Finn, even when he was a toddler and Finn just wanted him to go away, to stop following him. Mother had made it worse when she placed looking after the younger ones on Ellijah’s shoulders and expected Finn to follow Elijah when it came to them.

Finn hadn’t cared at first, it saved him having to deal with them, the ones Mother and Father had to forget Freya.

At least Elijah, Freya had known about, had wanted.

I wanted my big brother.

When? When had he ever given Elijah enough of that idea to hold onto it? but then Elijah had always been stubborn, the toddler following him into snow higher than his legs proved that. 

He was stuck with them, even after the defeated Dahlia- if they defeated her, Elijah was stuck-trapped with him and Klaus would not be letting him leave with him.

Kol likely wouldn’t either when he discovered the full effect mother’s spell had placed on Elijah, even if he or Kol and his witch found a way to break the spell binding Elijah to him and his will, the damage to his mental shields was permanent.

Elijah had always had better mental defences even when they were human and Elijah barely noticed any of their attempts to get in his mind. Now it would take him decades to build up the most basic shields, even then any powerful witch could cripple him with little trouble. Finn was the only thing between that now.

I wanted my big brother.

It wasn’t right, Finn had just proved how unsuited for this he was, he was going to end up slipping up, either by honest accident or resentful spite, and yet 

‘Our parents were terrible both, failed us in a numerous way, but you-’ Elijah voice was persistent even without him there, he was right Esther and Mikael had failed all their children and countless ways.

‘You resented us,’ he couldn’t deny it, Elijah had been in his head without shields, it wasn’t just the coffin Elijah had seen and felt, he knew everything. 

‘we didn’t have a choice.’ he wanted to snap back that none of them had, Freya hadn’t had a choice when she was taken, he was four when Mother forced him to keep it quiet, what had Elijah wanted him to do? but he knew that, always had really.

Big brown eyes staring up at him from a messy mop of dark hair, Elijah had just wanted someone to see him, to care.

It wasn’t that hard to work out why Elijah was so foolishly entangled with Niklaus even if it was to both their detriment, Niklaus as a newborn had no expectations for Elijah, and the child that Elijah was would take anything for that attention.

The responsibility, the hardships, the punishments, back where father was still to attached to the idea of Niklaus to bring himself to punish him, Finn had been fine with it as it removed the shadow following him, left him alone as he had wanted.

A thousand years later and now Elijah had no idea what to be without it involving their siblings, and Finn was still  alone.

‘I wanted help protecting our family.’ Yet Elijah had still wanted to reach out, still hoped Finn could move past his grief to help them. He couldn’t forget Freya, couldn’t forget the day the monster had come for her and taken his other half, but now his siblings understood that fear, those feelings.

Elijah’s reaction to learning Finn had been awake was true horror, guilt and self hatred, even after everything Finn had done against his precious family. Yes mother’s spell had left Elijah far more emotional likely due to her wanting her little boy back, over the man she was the reason he grew into, but it hadn’t created those emotions it had simply stopped Elijah from hiding them.

‘You were barely an older brother when you were there.’ Elijah had snapped before Finn’s words stripped him of his defences.

Freya would have been so disappointed in him.

I can’t wait to meet him, Finn, we’re going to be the bestest big sister and brother. Freya confessed, eyes bright and grinning widely at him after mother sent them out days before She came and took her.

I wanted my big brother.

It was time Finn learnt to move on, for Freya, to beat the monster that stole her, save his niece from her fate and perhaps remembering the baby, born quiet in the shadow of her grief, he could step out of his parent’s failures.

The last thing he wanted was to join them as another familiar death caused by Klaus, and he would end up that way if he repeated anything like that where Klaus saw.

[hirukochan]

Nothing makes me want to quit writing fics again like how some people act and treat writers.

I'm not really active on here. I'm not very active in the snape fandom either and I haven't had many negative experiences in the fandom at all. Quite the opposite. I have met many nice people and if I weren't the anxiety-ridden, traumatised, depressed, introverted little hermit that I am, I'm sure I would have met even more.

But some people...some people really need to work on actively unlearning to view fanfic like content to be consumed.

I've posted over 2 million words of (mostly) Snape-centric(-ish) fics since coming back to writing fanfic in 2023, after quitting when I was a teen despite how much I loved it - depression, lack of interaction, entitled readers and shitty people really did their best to strangle that love until writing was just another chore I was too exhausted to complete.

Were all of these long fics, oneshots and whatnot good?? no.

Looking at you Cigarette smoke, profanities and stolen kisses (≖_≖ )

I am under no illusion, not everyone will like my excessive, ranting, fucked up stories.

But if you don't - do me the favour, and shut the fuck up about how you don't.

You can leave at any point. I haven't strapped you down in a chair Clockwork Orange style and forced you to read my fics. I feel I give plenty of warnings for my fics. And you aren't always supposed to like the characters - because they are human. They are beautifully, devastatingly human and sometimes they'll be a real piece of shit.

I know this rant is utterly pointless, because the kind of people who act that way are most likely not following me here on tumblr. Idk if anyone is really following me here tbh.

I wouldn't follow me.

I am an anxiety-ridden, traumatised, depressed, introverted little hermit who was bullied ruthlessly for most of her life and now gets a panic attack anytime she feels like she is taking up space or making a mistake.

I'd like to say that I don't care when people critique my fics - but I do. I care too much. My anxiety-ridden, traumatised, depressed, introverted little brain cares way too much so I don't want to hear how you...

...think it's disgusting I made Snape a cuckold because he watches the girl he is supposed to fall in love with in the future fuck another guy at a sex club - wtf, he is not??? and he is not entitled to Freya and at this point (or any point really tf), there has not been any romantic development between them - wtf is wrong with you?

...hate the Barty Crouch jr, a charater we get, what? ten pages of in the actual books? And how you just hate that Freya wants to fuck him - while also being with Snape. We do not have enough fics with a good polyamorous couple. Leave my power throuple alone. (Curious how that fic hasn't seen an update since the end of 2023. Funny how that works, ay???)

...think the end of Your tears are of no relevance to me was rushed. That fic is over 500 fucking words long - it had to end one day (つ ≧□≦)つ - it was supposed to be a fucking oneshot

...just hate that ending to that one fic I wrote so much.

There is more...why is there more? You didn't buy a book in the store and paid a lot of money just to discover the author published a shit book. You weren't fooled into reading some AI generated, regurgitated, lifeless piece of nothing cake.

You invested some time in reading something, for free, on the internet and I think people forget that there is a person on the other end. Someone who carved out time of the craziness of their real life, and their real life responsibilities and put their sweat, blood and tears into their work.

I don't know why I wrote this and while I did, I considered deleting the whole thing like five times and even now I'm debating with myself whether to post it because that would take up space. Because English isn't my first language and what if I wrote something wrong?

basically,

(┐「ε:) < ---- this is me right now.

I already struggle so much to put myself out there. I am constantly surprised that people actually want to read what I post. I already feel bad for the fics I've not updated in so long - they aren't abandoned...they are like my own personal ghosts, haunting me everytime I open google docs because for some reason it always opens on A Servant of Death. Or for taking too long to finish a project...

I'm almost done, I promise. I've already taken up too much space anyway...

So yeah...that's me. Hi, I'm Hiruko_chan. I'm a certified mess. You might have read one of my fics before, or not - won't hold it against you. Most of them probably suck anyway (you can add imposter syndrom to the list further up too).

You probably haven't seen me around on here. I'm like the most useless, rare Pokemon you can imagine. Only to be spotted on the Snarriet Discord server. If taken out of my natural habitat I flop around on the ground like a dying fish - and most likely start crying (yes, my characters cry all the fucking time, I am aware. They wish they could stop as much as I do. It's called trauma).

If you've made it all the way down here...thanks for reading this useless, incoherent little rant, I guess. Maybe I'll be able to let this go now and write that chapter I was planning to write today before waking up to that one comment...