#i need to stop rambling about ocs that only barely exist and sleep

[truth-01001001-liar]

last dragonborn unironically found Alduin’s endeavors inspiring and so the rest of the skyrim cast has to…uh.. stop that?

[encrucijada]

PÍA RAMBLES #7

if you've been around then you know about my walking disaster character adam rubio and his (ex)girlfriend piedad narváez. they're from a pjo rp i share with @chaoticdecember. it just so happens i love the characters so much i decided i needed to create an original ip for them to exist in, something that was mine (and fluffy's) because i cannot let these characters stay just as pjo ocs.

not that i hate them for being pjo ocs. in fact they're some of my favourite. they are well-rounded characters inside the pjo universe, they play with the formula. they show a side we barely get to see in the books (the titan army, the demigods luke's age). their powers that abide by the rules of pjo are cool, the conflicts that abide by the rules of pjo are cool... i just wanted something that was mine. and that wouldn't require people read all of pjo to understand.

enter: KEEP STARING AND I'LL NEVER FALL ASLEEP.

you will also find this referred to as greek tragedy! yes, with the exclamation mark.

i have done no writing prior to posting this! unless you count the thousand of words worth of fanfic of my own ocs in the pjo version of them (if you're reading this you probably know about pointed north, aka all those snippets of adam being a wet cat of a man because his ex won't give him the time of day... this is like 10k words alone).

so i'm gonna tell you about the worldbuilding and the character setup because i'm so excited about it!!!

genre & category: urban fantasy, adult

here's the short summary: people wear animal masks to ward off the monsters prowling the city, there are eyes painted on the faces of buildings, and the dreamers are on tv... not malcolm and adam though. after failing to stop their old team members from killing one of the oneiroi, the dreams walking among the regular people, they take less glamorous jobs and stew in anger (or at least adam does, malcolm says he's moving on). when adam's patron gives him instructions on where to find their old team members they find with them a bomb waiting to go off: a dreamer kid with the ability to kill people in their sleep.

and here's the long summary:

welcome to a world just like our own! if nightmares prowled through the cities and everyone had to wear an animal mask for the chance of warding them off. in this world dreams walk among the people and dreamers are what you call the people whose lives belong one half to wakefulness and one half to sleep. they are the only ones who can enter the domains of other dreams and take special artefacts, and for this reason dreams — or oneiroi — seek them out and make the agency known of their existence. with nowhere else to go that would teach them how to navigate this double life safely, the dreamers stay and they respond to the call of the oneiroi. in return, they get a good helping of recognition and a chance for their oddity to be seen as the perks of a celebrity.

luke's* team was the best in the business. teamed up less as a necessity and just as a matter of friendship. despite of what it seems like, being a dreamer isn't all that glamorous, you get tired of hearing you're fated for greatness without seeing the results. mutiny stirs within the agency, with luke and three others going rouge. culminating in the biggest sin of all: luke traps an oneiros within himself. their remaining still loyal team members, malcolm and adam, are set on their trail with clear instructions of not letting the oneiros come to harm. the only witnesses of what happened that day are their three remaining disgraced team members, luke is dead and so is the oneiros within him.

now, adam and malcolm are demoted. no longer the darlings of the agency they take less glamorous jobs. until adam's patron oneiros contacts him in dreams and directs him to the hiding place of their old friends. there they find they're hiding more than just themselves. they have with them a boy with a unique and deadly ability, that of killing people in their dreams.

woah, okay, so that's the setup! it was a lot, i know, but... worldbuilding.

what are the nightmares? the nightmares are me reusing the same monster concept for all of my wips because i find eldritch animals to be very cool. they're lovecraftian horror type animals that populate the world and are basically my excuse to why the characters are good with weapons because everyone is armed and knows how to defend themselves in case they're attacked. i also just adore the animal masks aesthetic so i wanted to use that here, and yes this also recycled from like 4 other wips don't even @ me. the masks' purpose is to sorta repel the monsters, as it gives you an uncanny appearance — sort of like theirs! so they won't attack on sight. the "eyes painted on the faces of buildings" are meant to help out with warding the nightmares, keeping them from overpopulating. sort of like the eyes on moth wings.

what are the dreams (oneiroi)? the well-adjusted cousins of the nightmares. they are my stand-in for the gods in pjo. they abide by their own laws and as part of these laws it dictates they can never cross paths with one another or grab each other's stuff. they don't affect the world around them, at least not the waking world, and a slight change in one of them would affect all of them. for example, if there was a gravity oneiros and they were killed, all the oneiroi would start floating. their appearance is very optic illusion-based. are they human? animal? something else? yes. the main thing people notice is they don't have to wear masks when walking around outside.

what are the dreamers and how do they work? with the oneiroi being unable of meddling with each other, that's where they dreamers come in. dreamers touch oneiroi artefacts, enter their domains, etc. just like demigods they are affected by both worlds, responding to human logic and dream logic. the core aspect of a dreamer is their ability of bringing things from their dreams (oneiric creation), though not everyone does it the same or is even capable of it... okay let me explain. most dreamers can bring things from their dreams, when they do they create dreamwaste, which'll usually correspond to their patron oneiroi (which is the oneiroi who found them and took them to the agency). it could be raw light, could be plants, could be cotton, feathers, paint, whatever. other dreamers have more niche abilities, such as dreamwalking, or they can only bring back one type of object but they create no dreamwaste.

and finally, what is the agency? i'm not exactly sure yet. i knew i didn't want an "academy of superpowered kids" type thing, but i still needed a central hub where the main cast met because it is essential that they know each other since they were kids. the agency, at least rn in the early stages of writing, is little more than an office where dreamers are taken to after being picked by a patron and it's a place where they can hone their abilities and eventually get picked for errands and jobs by the oneiroi. being a dreamer is kind of a big deal in this world. there is no veil between the fantastical world and the known world in this story, like pjo with the mist, no the fantasy world is everyday life. normal people know of the oneiroi, they live with the nightmares in their backyards, and dreamers for them are like small celebrities. the agency also takes care of the image.

let's talk characters! bullet point style

luke*. getting him out of the way rn. yes, this is luke castellan from pjo except he's my oc now. i'm probably gonna keep using luke as his name all through drafting and then find something new later to claim originality. if i wanted to explain him i would have to sit down and talk how he relates or doesn't relate with his pjo self... so i won't. instead i'll tell you his mask is shaped like a serpent (hermes). and he's a very special type of dreamer because he can bring anything from his dreams without creating any dreamwaste, making him the golden boy of the agency.

hudson moretti. fluffy's oc and originally a son of hypnos, so he fits pretty cosy here. his mask is the bear which just felt right as fluffy and i call him a big teddy bear all the time. his dreaming niche is dreamwalking! he can't bring anything from his dreams but he can visit anyone's dreams. he can also "discard" dreams, which essentially means taking dreams from others and getting rid of them. he does this a lot with his friends when they're having nightmares. as he doesn't bring anything out, he creates no dreamwaste.

piedad narváez. my girl! originally a daughter of urania which is why i have given her the rabbit mask, moon symbolism. another one with a particular niche. i'm sure you all know piedad's thing(tm) is she has premonition abilities which is essential to her character. when translating that into this story the obvious change was that she now receives those premonitions from her dreams, but this limits what she can bring back which always relates to those premonitions. her dreamwaste is glitter.

ericka mulligan. she belongs to royalbookblog and was originally a daughter of demeter. her mask is that of an antlered deer. she is a typical dreamer, capable of bringing anything she wants. her dreamwaste is plant life. probably the one most loyal to luke and would put her hands in the fire for him. makes up for her lack of niche by being the one making sure everything is running smoothly around here.

adam rubio. the previously mentioned wet cat of a man. originally a son of apollo, he wears the hawk mask. another typical dreamer, his dreamwaste is light. has a strained relationship with his mother, walking bisexual disaster, stands out in that he spent most of his time in the agency as a child as his mum tended to leave him there like it was a babysitting service.

malcolm*. oops we stole another canon character. malcolm pace is a son of athena we aged up and who became hudson's love interest. now thanks to pointed north he's also adam's best friend. he wears the owl mask and he's a typical dreamer, his dreamwaste is ink. unlike luke his name will stay as malcolm, i will only be changing his lastname.

nico*. OOPS ANOTHER ONE. i'm sure you all know who nico is, he's the son of hades. he wears the goat max and he's the kid with the ability to kill people in their dreams. he's a hudson type where he can dreamwalk but instead of being able to discard dreams, he can... well, kill people in their sleep. his name is definitely going to be changed don't worry. nothing will remain the same about him, no backstory or anything, aside from him being an orphan.

the story itself takes place after luke's mess has mostly fizzled out. it's been little over a year. piedad, hudson and ericka are missing in action. adam and malcolm are getting booed by tweens on the street because they're no longer the cool dreamers on the block. killing that oneiros had lasting consequences, remember what i said about them abiding by their own laws? and the hypothetical case of a gravity oneiros? there is no gravity oneiros but you catch my drift.

we have some carried over conflict from everything fluffy and i have developed about these characters in the pjo version. luke being a classical tragic hero who is taken down by his own fatal flaw. his friends believing in him to their own detriment in the end. piedad receiving a premonition of his fate but keeping it to herself. the rift between hudson-luke-piedad-ericka and malcolm-adam. piedad almost killing adam on purpose. ericka being in love with luke but luke never fully returning that affection. adam's patron (stand-in for apollo from the pjo version) telling him where to find the deserters. also apollo having a sorta thing with piedad (she has two hands).

i don't know what else to say! so i'll leave you with the opening line (this is from the prologue which will be a rewritten one-shot from the pjo version)

Piedad watched the dream and waited to wake up.

cheers,

pía

[scarlet-star-witch]

I loveee the flashbackssss. Would you write about din and lella first time? ♾

I got you babe xx

I wrote this after a bottle of wine while listening to Lana Del Rey so I hope this is coherent. Enjoy this pure, shameless smut! xx

Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)

Word Count: 2513

Fade Into You Masterlist

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Din watched as Iella got ready for bed for the night. Each movement, though trivial, seemed to set his nerves on fire, just because it was her. 

His thoughts about her soon turned anxious as the hurdle they had yet to cross loomed over him greatly. They’d done everything else there was to do, expect for… that. 

It wasn’t a big deal to most people, but to him, with his creed and his touch-starved past, it was a big deal. He wasn’t embarrassed about his lack of experience, Iella had never once judged him or thought less of him because of it. 

But his greatest fear, the thought of not giving her the pleasure she deserved, was a prevalent thought, one that had kept him from taking the next step. But tonight… tonight he was ready for the next step. 

He wanted to be close to her, he wanted to love her and he wanted to show her just how much he cared for her. 

He’s been sheltered all his life, but with her he could be free.

He began to strip his armour off slowly, his eyes flitting over towards her frame every few seconds. 

“Are you feeling ok after today?” He asked her, wanting to make sure she was physically ok after the excruciatingly long hunt they’d just finished.

“Yeah, walked away with only a few bumps and bruises. We’ve definitely seen worse. I think Xi’an got the worst end of the deal than anyone.” 

Din rolled his eyes under his helmet at the reminder of the annoying Twi’lek. She was the last person he wanted to think of now. 

Iella walked back into the room, brushing her long hair out, the movement of her violet waves capturing his attention so captivatingly. 

“Din?”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his daze, suddenly realizing she was looking at him questioningly.

“I asked you if you were ok. You’ve been quiet all night.”

Din cleared his throat, reaching into his bag for something they had used before, but never for this. 

“I.. uh… wanted to ask you something.” He started nervously. 

Iella looked over at him, realization washing over her as she saw the blindfold in his hands. A soft smile grew as she felt heat flooding her cheeks at his insinuation. At the beginning of their relationship, he’d been so nervous, so scared to initiate anything.

She was relieved to see him finally take the leap. 

“Oh… well, you know I would never say no to a little bit of fun.” She drawled, biting her lip playfully as she sat on the bed next to him, slowly crawling towards him. 

She hoped she looked seductive and not like an idiot, like she worried.

“Well…” He cleared his throat nervously, her sultry gaze making his throat dry, making him almost unable to get any words out. “I wondered… if… maybe we could-”

“Din, are you ok?” Iella asked, interrupting his rambling.

“I want you. All of you.” He finally said straightforwardly. 

Iella’s face smoothed in realization, a shy smile growing. “You have me. You always have.” 

Din let out a loud breath, relieved by her answer, as if he worried she would refuse. Iella closed her eyes, motioning for him to place the blindfold over her eyes. 

“Are you sure it’s ok like this? I can keep my helmet on if that would make you more comfortable?”

“No, no, it’s ok.” She assured him as darkness overtook her. “I want to feel your lips on me.” 

He let out a shuddering breath at her words, squeezing his eyes shut to try and ground himself. He couldn’t lose control before it already began.

With shaking hands, he removed his helmet, his eyes taking in every inch of her before him, relieved to see her without the filter he usually saw her through. 

Sensing his nervousness, Iella reached out blindly, letting out a slight laugh when she met nothing but air. 

“Where are you?” 

Din smiled adoringly and grabbed her hands, guiding her to his bare face. Her hands rested on his cheeks, making him close his eyes at the unbelievably incredible feeling. He let out a loud exhale, trying his best to ground himself from her dizzying touch.

“There you are.” She whispered, her hands tracing his features that remained a mystery to her. 

She could practically feel his nervousness and hesitation. 

“Din, it’s ok. I want you. I want this.” She assured him.

Without wasting anymore time, he crashed his lips to hers reverently, the moan she let out causing goosebumps to erupt over his entire body. Like always, he felt a wave of calm wash over him as he kissed her. He felt like the planets were realigning, like everything was suddenly right in the galaxy.

She always had that effect on him and he hoped it would never dissipate. 

Iella gripped onto his hands, tearing the gloves off him, desperate to feel his touch, his real touch on her skin. 

One hand cradled her cheek as his eagerly made its way down the length of her body. Without any question, she helped him lift her shirt up and he quickly pulled it over her head, allowing his eyes to hungrily roam over every inch of her exposed skin. 

Her breathing increased, her heart beginning to race at his desperate touch. Their kiss became more heated, his tongue dominating hers so effortlessly as he gripped her hips tightly. Din pulled away, just for a second, to rid himself of his clothes as quickly as he could. 

His lips were back on hers in an instant, dominating and vigorous, his desperation suddenly reaching a peak. He let out a gruff moan as he kissed her so bruisingly, his hands beginning to frantically tug at the remaining clothes at her waist.

Iella could feel his body trembling against hers, she could sense his anxiety, the cause of his frantic movements, and she pulled away, placing a hand on his heaving chest.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m right here, you don’t have to rush.” She whispered to him. 

She cursed herself slightly as he pulled away abruptly. He stared down at her, his wide eyes closing, his face twisting in anger at himself.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out, shame washing over him. Iella reached out, her hands sloppily finding his with her covered vision. 

“It’s ok. Don’t be sorry.” She told him reverently. “If you’re not ready, we don’t have to-”

“No, no. I want to.” He assured her without hesitation. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I want to be close to you.”

Iella knew he meant more than just physically close. Being emotionally close to others was something Din struggled with and over their time together he’d become much more comfortable. She wanted to cross that final barrier with him.

She smiled softly, winding her arms over his shoulders, bringing him down to press against her body. “We’re ok. Just take it slow.” 

He nodded, despite the fact that she couldn’t see him. Taking in a few long, deep breaths. He reached out again, his hands softly grazing her thighs, slowly making their way upwards to the sleeping shorts she was wearing, the ones that left little to the imagination, the ones that drove him absolutely crazy.

“Are you sure?” He asked her again. She nodded eagerly, her hips squirming, a silent plea to remove what separated them. 

Din swallowed the lump that rose in his throat and slowly pulled off the rest of her remaining clothes. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he hovered over her, placing a soft kiss to her hip bone and slowly making his way up the length of her body. “So perfect.”

She let out soft moans with every kiss he planted on her skin, her want reaching new heights. “Din, please. I need you.” She begged breathlessly. 

Din groaned softly, the sound of her voice, pleading for him was becoming too much to handle. He reached down, beginning to thumb at her clit, her wetness, her blatant need for him swelling a pride within him he never knew existed before he met her. 

The loud moan that escaped her at his touch had his own soft groan leaving his parted lips as he watched her body writhe beneath him.

“Do you need me to-”

“No, no, I need you.” She panted, her hands trailing down the length of his chest before gently grasping his aching length. 

Din tensed, his shoulders raising, his head dropping as his face creased with the effort it took to hold back. He quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements on his cock. His heart was racing in his chest, but he found no anxious thoughts, no self deprecating worries.

He only thought of her. 

“I love you.” He breathed out, placing frantic kisses along the curve of her neck before he reached her lips. She eagerly kissed him back, her arms holding tightly to his shoulders, her fingers finding their way into his hair. 

“I love you.” 

With shaking hands, he gripped his length and slowly guided himself inside her. He immediately stilled, his mouth falling open with a silent moan. He gripped the sheets below her, curling them in his fists. 

“Din?” She called out, worried as to why he stopped so suddenly. 

“I’m… I just… I need a second.” He panted, forcing his eyes that had screwed shut to open slowly. “Are you ok?” He asked, his voice tense and low.

Iella bit her lip at the sound, bliss already overtaking her body and she nodded eagerly. “I’m perfect.” 

Din’s chest heaved and he began to move his hips slowly, thrusting in and out of her carefully, fearing that he would hurt her if he went any faster. 

Iella moaned softly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he moved. He felt incredible, but she needed more. Her hips gyrated, looking for the friction she desired. 

A choked groan escaped him, her name leaving his lips in a breathless pant as he inched even deeper inside her at her movements. 

“Fuck! Stop, stop, please.” He begged, his hands anchoring themselves to her hips, forcing her to still before he lost all sense of control, which he was hanging on to by a thread. 

“You ok?”

He nodded frantically, his gaze locked onto her fervently. He gently moved a strand of hair that was hanging in front of her face. He wished he could take that blindfold off, that he could see her eyes in the throes of passion. 

He wished he didn’t need to hide himself from her. 

Din kissed her fiercely, moving past his reservations, and began to thrust into her slowly again. A loud groan sounded from him, forcing his lips off hers as she moved her legs to wrap around his waist and he found himself unable but to move even faster, his hips meeting hers at a rapid, more frantic pace.

Iella’s head fell back, her lips parting with a cry of his name. She held onto him tighter as white lights swirled in her vision as he moved with vigour. 

Breathless, desperate moans fell off his lips without any regard, her name choked out amongst what she could barely understand. 

“Please, please.” He panted.

He didn’t know what he was begging for, all he knew was he felt weightless, a soaring feeling bubbling within him he had never felt before. It overwhelmed him, it soon became too much. He gripped onto her hair tightly, his forehead leaned against hers in the most erotic keldabe kiss they’d ever shared. 

He needed something, anything, to anchor him to reality, but it was quickly becoming a failing effort.

He could no longer control the coil inside him that grew tighter and tighter, only seconds from snapping altogether.

He looked down at her, watching with hunger in his eyes as her back arched beneath him, her hands coasting down the length of his back, her nails casting a pleasurable ache that made his jaw clench as he tried his hardest to stifle the noises he seemed to have no control over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…. oh, it’s… too much.” He panted breathlessly, slightly disbelieving what he was feeling. 

Iella could feel tingles erupt over every inch of her body, down from her head to her toes that curled in ecstasy. Din’s movements were frantic and slightly sloppy from inexperience, but it was enough to make her head spin. 

The grunts that escaped him sent shivers down her spine. The way the muscles in his back fluttered and tensed under her hands as he moved had her repressing a shiver. She wished she could see his face, she wished she could see what he looked like in pleasure. 

The slack jaw, the wide eyes, the pure bliss the covered his expression would’ve been her undoing if she could have seen. 

“Din… uh, yes, yes, please!” She breathed out blissfully. 

His eyes closed, his face turned into a grimace as he felt himself beginning to slip over the edge. He quickly moved his hand, his fingers finding her clit as he began to rub in circles, desperate to get her over the edge with him.

The build up was slow, a feeling stirring in his stomach, before he was hurdled over the cliff so quickly, it left him unable to utter any words except a shout of pure relief as he reached ecstacy. 

His body trembled, a shuddering gasp of her name escaping him as he made sure to keep the movements of hips in a desperate attempt to make sure she wasn’t left wanting.

Hearing his pleasure sent her over the edge. 

Iella clung onto him tightly, her body arching, her forehead rested on his shoulder as she became rigid in her final moments. 

Her mouth dropped open, a cry of his name echoing in the room as she reached her climax. 

The fluttering of her walls around his twitching and spent length made him whine and he wrapped his arms around her, only holding her tighter when he felt her body shaking against his. 

The only thing heard in the room was the echoing pants of the lovers wrapped in each other’s arms, refusing to let go of each other. 

After a few minutes, as they both came down from their highs, Din raised his head, looking down at her blindfolded gaze. His hand twitched, his brain telling him to rip the thing from her eyes and look into the spacy gaze of her pleasure he was so desperate to see with his own eyes, not just from behind his visor.

He cradled her cheeks and leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her lips which didn’t last as long as they would’ve hoped due to them both being out of breath still. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” He whispered. 

The breathless Mando’a she whispered back sent shivers down his spine and he tightened his grip on her, suddenly feeling entirely overwhelmed by the love he felt for her. 

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*Hides face* Enjoy xx

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Queening a Pawn, 14

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Pairings: Loki x OC

Notes: I can’t sleeeeeeeep. :/

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Delilah sat on the floor of her apartment, art notebook in one hand and colored pencils in another. She was carefully positioned between Loki's long legs, the man in question having sat himself down while she quietly worked and perched his chin onto her shoulder. Loki had wandered over to her flat a little after noon, a pair of clippers in hand, hoping to get Lilah to shorn off his growing locks. He had found her so intensely focused on her task, an impressive portrait of Brunnhilde wielding Dragonfang, that he had made no noise, and instead joined her on the floor to observe.

Every now and again, Lilah would reach behind her and caress Loki's cheek while she thought about what lines to work on next. In return, he would place a lingering kiss on hers and simply basked in the warmth of her being. It was a quiet existence, but comfortable. Then again, neither of them did terribly well with talking, but no one could deny the fact that their interactions clicked together perfectly– or at least they would if anyone were to see them.

"More shade?" She asked, softly, her voice gravelly from disuse.

Loki ghosted his fingers over the paper to the lower left corner. "Around this part of the cape, perhaps." 

Lilah hummed her agreement and switched to a 6B pencil to darken her shadows. He pressed another kiss to her temple for good measure, only half paying attention to a book he held open in his left hand with the intention to while away the time. A knock broke them both out of their reverie with an unwelcome start. 

"Are you expecting anyone?"

"No, I'm not," she replied, frowning.

"I'll get rid of them for you." Without waiting for a response (not that one was coming), he leapt to his feet, and crossing to the door. He opened it wide without checking the peephole a minute later.

A woman, short, mid fifties stared at Loki with the same emerald green shade he loved so much in Delilah. Kin?

There was a long stretch of silence between them, before the woman found her voice and sneered at the Aesir. "You." With a barely hidden growl, she swung with her handbag at Loki, forcing him to hop backwards with a yelp.

Definitely kin.

"Pardon me, madam, but what are you doing?" Loki demanded between blows of the overstuffed bag.

The protest was enough to get Delilah to look up, causing her to double-take at the sight before her. "Mom? What the hell?" Lilah's mother started yelling at her daughter in what seemed to be very fast-paced Spanish while still taking swings at the dark-haired demigod.

"What is he doing here!?" Her mother demanded, screaming.

"He's my friend!" Lilah grabbed her mother's arms and backed her up. "Stop. Stop!"

"I'm very confused. Not surprised, but very confused," Loki announced over the din of yelling, slowly, letting his hands lower from their defensive stance.

"Just when you had done us all the favor of dying you–"

"Mom, stop!" She jumped into an argument, matching her mother's volume and fierceness with little effort. "Lo, could you give us a minute?"

"I won't leave you alone, if that's what you're suggesting," he ground out. His sea glass eyes were set unwaveringly on the older woman and at the flushed cheeks of her anger. Despite the voice in his head bellowing that this was the perfect moment to make a disappearing act, he was reticent to leave Delilah's side. His body was flighty, adept at misdirection and survival, but his mind was torn. Mostly because he was curious about why the woman was so cross at him to begin with. Other than him being, you know, himself.

"Why?" The woman seethed. Apparently he had been musing aloud and while Delilah groaned and hung her head in a sentiment close to exasperation, her mother looked even angrier, if possible. "You lead a whole army of aliens into the city, kill hundreds, ruin the lives of millions… and you ask why?"

Loki felt foolish for the rogue thought even popping into his head, but he stuttered it out, regardless. "I just… I wanted to know whether you hated me on p-principle or…," he struggled for a better phrase, "something more specific?" Delilah had raised her head to stare at him with a hint of a smirk on her face– even at his most awkward, Loki never stuttered. "Usually it's more specific. I don't tend to agree with the public and I cause a general sense of discomfort around most, but more often than not people can mention an isolated incident they take issue with." Her grin grew–he definitely never rambled. "I can't remember most that have been brought to my attention the last two months, but–"

"Shut up!" Loki snapped his mouth shut, taking a half-step backwards at the harshness of the mother's tone. "Your father must be turning in his grave watching you interacting with this scum." Loki's eyes cut quickly to Delilah, silently asking the dreaded question while managing to not say a word. She shook her head in the negative in response and he breathed a little sigh of relief.

"Dad understood what happened."

"Your father lost everything because of him– his job, our savings, his sleep, his will to live... Do I need to remind you how we lived after the attack?"

Lilah hesitated, switching her gaze between Loki and her mother before responding. "Now's not the time, Mom." Her mother ignored her.

"My husband was an engineer. He had a good job in the city until you destroyed the office building and killed the man who owned the company. Everyone was hurting, reconstructing. We tried our best to get our lives back together, but no company was hiring, our home was destroyed, and our savings were dwindling." She had turned to face Loki in all her rage, and he stood motionless, with his arms hanging limply at his sides. "Delilah had been accepted to Yale and we couldn't even afford to send her to SUNY. Hell, we could afford a ratty one bedroom apartment or proper meals or decent clothes. She worked two jobs to help out. Gave up on her dream school, on her whole damn future, because you wanted to play King of the World for a d–"

"OK. That's enough," Delilah grumbled, skimming past Loki to drag her mother out of the apartment.

They were gone for a long time. Loki set to pacing the living room in a tight circuit. When that became tedious, he turned to the abandoned sketchbook. Within its pages he saw portraits of nearly everyone in the Compound. The Avengers in their heyday, in various states of being. A good amount of them were done while the subjects were focused on something else, entirely. He came across a picture of himself, legs kicked up on the table as he balanced on the back legs of his chair and read. He was older, his hair longer, wilder, and his cheekbones stood out in sharp relief.

A few dozen pages later, there was another of him in a similar position, but this time he was smirking as he looked over the cover at her with a predatory stare. He could only guess at the thoughts in that being's head. Though, considering they involved Delilah they were anything but pure. Another sketch, still, had him hunched over his daggers with a whetstone. His hair was shorn short and though he looked to be carefully sharpening his blades, he wore a secretive smile, knowing full well he was being observed and basking in the attention. Whether she had chosen to be more forgiving with the shading in the last one or he had simply learned how to relax his expression was still up for debate.

The front door clicked open, pulling Loki's attention.

Delilah looked more tired than anything else. He didn't say a word when she quietly padded across the floor, and fell into the seat beside him, gaze distant and unfocused. He hesitated reaching out for her, settling for brushing the side of his hand against her own. With a half groan, her shoulders slumped and she teetered sideways until her whole side rested against his. His lips grazed her crown seemingly out of habit.

There was a long stretch of silence before Delilah quipped. "Oh, I never introduced you two. That's rude of me."

"Your mother certainly needs no introduction, pet." Something inside him fluttered at the tiny smile he received in exchange for the term of endearment. "And I suspect you should have waited until after she had gotten over the murderous rage."

"If it hasn't faded in nearly twelve years, I don't think it ever will," she replied maneuvering his arm around her shoulders and settling against his chest. For a long moment she watched the conflict boiling just under the surface, watching the cogs in his head move and click in kind. She groaned. "Please don't."

"Lilah..." His voice carried the urgency of his unsaid request.

"I was having such a great day. Can't we just go back to it?"

Loki dragged his fingers through her gentle waves, skimming her scalp so soothingly she practically purred. "You know I will just ask FRIDAY, later." He tilted her chin so their eyes could meet. "How much worse can it get?"

"It just…ripples, you know... it wasn't just death you brought to the city. Tony helped rebuild most of New York, honestly, but there was hundreds of industries destroyed and people lost their factories, their start-ups, their jobs, their livelihoods– again, Tony employed as many people as he physically could. It was just too much for just him to deal with."

"How does that get to you?"

Delilah sighed. "Dad was a civil engineer. The firm he worked for got destroyed. It was a family company and the owner died in the attack. He couldn't find a new job for the longest time." Though she had fully intended to stop there, Loki stared at her expectantly until she crumbled. "I was seventeen years old and was set to go to Yale university in the Fall. It's a very good private school; expensive, but I had gotten a partial scholarship and my parents agreed to pay for the rest."

"Education isn't free here?"

Lilah laughed, a little drily. "No, but that is a debate for another day."

"This is what passes for civilized society on this planet?"

"You tried to invade us with war-mongering cyberaliens," she retorted, deadpan.

Loki hesitated in speaking before he acquiesced. "Fair point well made."

"Anyway, with no money coming in, the plan wasn't feasible, anymore. I looked for work, which is how I ended up at STARK industries. I was decent at coding and was easily trainable, but mostly I would stubbornly work at problems until I solved them and, let's face it, Tony loves the obsessive types. So after a year Tony decided he would pay for me to go to college. As long as I kept my grades up and didn't fall grossly behind on work, he would pay for everything. I finished my bachelor's early and did a PhD shortly after." She sighed when she caught sight of Loki's worriedly furrowed brow. "It was rough while we were still getting it together. Before I got to Tony, I waited tables and scrubbed floors for a couple of months. We barely scraped by that time."

"And you still speak to me?"

"The way I figure, if Odin had managed to hug you once in your goddamn life, you would've turned out to be his most valuable asset. Thor agrees. You can't really judge a person on what they do in a moment of desperation. I'm not saying anything you did was right –you fucking psycho– but that's not everything you are." Loki was staring at the floor as he worked his jaw, offering no additional response. "I thought, at least, I would get a chuckle out of calling you a fucking psycho."

He cut his eyes at her. "Do truths warrant a laugh?"

"Are you still the same foolish boy who just wants to impress his father?"

"I was only Odin's pawn," he replied, a little offended.

Lilah laughed. "Yeah, pawns don't get royal titles and cushy rooms in the palace, you dork." She nudged his side when he didn't make any noise or expression.

"I apologize," he mumbled a great deal later.

Delilah looked up from the sketchbook with a frown. "For what?"

"The attack. For allowing my stupid feelings of inadequacy–"

Her hand came over his mouth, smearing soot from her pencils onto his pale skin. "OK, we're gonna have to do something about the self-deprecation."

His own hand reached up to remove the muzzle. "Are we done covering me in graphite?"

"In which case?" She asked, looking between him and the sketch of himself frowning at the floor. The shadows had returned in full force, but it was different than in previous drawings. His whole demeanor looked worried and tightly wound rather than angry and plotting.

"Stop making my feelings valid!"

Delilah's eyes nearly bugged out, her whole body leaning backwards away from his booming voice. "Oh, wow. That's… so much more than I am trained to deal with…" She collected her thoughts for a few minutes before offering a response. "Lo, every decision you and I have made have landed us here. Do you not like being here?"

His hardened face turned vulnerably soft. "You know I do."

"I like being here, too. I would've never worked for Tony under any other circumstance and I'm good at what I do. I wouldn't be here if your feelings weren't every little bit as valid as mine, or my mother's. Feelings don't lose validity because they're complicated or messy."

"But the circumstances–"

"Are irrelevant." Delilah had gone back to drawing, her mouth set in a tight line.

Loki pouted. "Are you cross?" His hand rested on her shoulder. "Delilah."

"Does it matter if I am or not?" She did a double take when the sofa shifted beside her. "Where are you going?"

"To… anywhere else," he replied awkwardly, gesturing the door a little unsure.

Lilah narrowed her eyes, trying to make sense of what had just happened. "You really need to see a therapist, bud."

He hesitated again, looking at the door, then back at her. "So, I should…?" 

She tossed the notebook beside her feet where it landed with a thud before patting the cushion beside her. He reluctantly took his seat, watching as she shifted to fit into his side. Her hand still held his after she slung his arm over her shoulders, absently trailing her fingertips over the small scars and freckles on his hand. The thought of her struggling made his heart constrict in the most painful of ways, at some point his eyes no longer could contain his tears. The second Delilah turned his palm to press a kiss into it was the moment he well and truly fell apart.

[can-u-imagine-that]

Title: Battle Scars, part 3;

Fandom: X-Men (crossover with The Avengers, both movie-verse);

Character: Peter Maximoff;

Note: Y/N: Your Name;

Warning: Cursing;

Request: Okay I have a long request, please bear with me (probably could be split into parts). I have been craving for a little crossover imagine between the Avengers and the X-men. Soooo I was thinking that the main OC or the “you” has a relationship with Peter and they are all happy and stuff (idk probably before Dark Phoenix, after Apocalypse) and their mutation is healing… they can easily heal wounds but it hurts them when they do and the Avengers want them to help in the fight with Thanos (1) They feel the pain of the wound and depending of how many wounds they heal it may actually hurt them. They are an old friend of Natasha and Clint. They end up having a fight with Peter because he doesn’t want them to go (I like to think the x-men did their part during the war too, so maybe you could come up with something) but they end up going anyway, without solving things between them and Peter. And of course they disappear in Thanos Snap and Peter grieves and all fast foward (2) the remaining x-men are helping the Avengers fight Thanos in End Game when the Blip happens and boom they are back and reunite with Peter and he matured a lot and was never able to let go of his s/o and fluff happens… sorry for the long request omg, I just got really excited and I really hope you like it and can do it… thank you so so much Author’s Note: It’s quite obvious but I need to clarify that I’m changing a lot of stuff from both Avengers and X-Men movies to fit this request. So this is only part one so it’ll manly focus on Peter and the reader BUT I decided to consider him and Pietro as two different characters since they are from different movie universes theorically and since, well, Pietro barely even existed in the Avenger’s universe unfortunaly.

And now the final part of this imagine, which I must say is one of my favorites. I had so much fun and of course I had to re-watch both Infinity War and End Game which made it even better. I thought about doing a smut, but decided to keep it cute and touching. Let me know if anyone is interested in a part 4.

Hope you all enjoy it!

Click to read part 1

Click to read part 2 (in case you missed it)

Things went havoc when the battle started and you lost Peter from your sight for a long time, but somehow you knew he had you on his all the time. You focused on your main task which was keeping yourself and all the teammates you could help alive.

Instead of depending on the gun all the time you used your powers recklessly. It was dangerous but you’ve never been really fond of battle. You shot enemies around you when needed but your main task was finding and healing everyone that you could. When your powers started to get you too tired you noticed you couldn’t heal them completely, but kept doing your best.

You were breathlessly healing a huge gash on Wanda’s side when Thanos army turned into dust. When the pain from the wound eased you managed to stand up, widening your eyes when you saw Tony Stark.

He looked barely alive. Half of his body was completely black and burned by the use of the Stones.

Automatically your feet took you near him, your hands reaching to touch him to try easing his pain. You didn’t know him, it was true, but just the fact that he sacrificed himself to save everyone was enough for you.

But someone grabbed you before you could.

A tall and slim woman in a blue suit, very similar to Tony’s red one, stared at you with her eyes filled with tears, her lips pressed into a tight line. You remember healing her once during the battle. Her name was Pepper.

“H-He... you...” she whispered, breathing heavily until she finally calmed enough to speak properly to you “You’re just going to kill yourself... in this state... both, your and his... it’s too much... I noticed how your power works... even if you were in full condition, trying to heal him now could get you killed...”

She made you step back from where Tony was. A boy who had introduced himself as Peter was kneeled in front of him, saying something but your attention was focused on Pepper.

“No... I-I... I can... let me try... please... please, Pepper...” you pleaded, shaking her hand off and making your way to Tony again.

“Someone, stop her.”

Before you could understand what was happening you were swept off of your feet and throw into someone’s shoulder. It took you a while to recognize Sam before he spoke to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N... we can’t lose someone else...” he said, placing you carefully on the ground.

You considered trying to run, but when you looked over Tony again it was too late. You could feel it.

He was gone.

A gush of wind signaled you that Peter stood by yourside again. You had no idea of what happened during that time you disappeared but the pained expression on the silver haired mutant told you a lot.

You allowed yourself to stumble towards his body, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face on the crook of his neck. And you had no idea of how much he needed that. Your warmth was all he nedded at the moment. He closed his eyes, squeezing you tightly against his body.

During the next few days, in grief and respect to Iron Man’s sacrifice, the X-Men stayed with the Avengers, attending the funeral and helping them settle down again. Your power was really appreciated after you recovered completely.

You and Peter barely had time to speak to each other, as you came to learn how much the speedster became close to Tony, thus suffering a lot for his lost and as you grieved for Natasha’s death. You also noticed how much he changed. How different he was. In a normal circumstance the new Peter would have been a major turn on for you, after all, technically, physically speaking, now he was the older one in the relationship a place - which obviously you never thought would change - that used to be yours.

It was during a cold night where you woke up from a nightmare that you and him finally started to talk about all that happened.

“Hey, hey... babe... I’m here... it’s okay...” he whispered quietly, staring at your face while his hand drawn small circles in your tear stained cheeks.

“I-I...” still dazed from the dream you sobbed and whimpered, making Peter aware that this was the same nightmare you have had for the least three nights. Only this time was worse and you ended up waking. Usually he’d just cuddle you until you calmed in your sleep “I could... I could have saved him... I could have...”

“Sh, no... you could not. You’d die, Y/N... and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you again... for the third time...” he whispered, kissing your sweaty forehead and when he noticed that your breath was still erratic he sat on the bed, gently lifting you so that you were now sat in front of him “Hey, breath with me... c’mon...”

Peter knew pretty well what you were going through, oh, how he knew. He remembered the first year after the Snap. He would wake up just like that, but he had no one be there for him. So he promised himself that he would be there for you. He helped you ease your breath, staring in your eyes kindly, with only the light of the bedside lamp casting a weak yellow hue on your features.

“I’m... sorry...” you whispered ashamed.

“Hey. You don’t have to apologize...” he said immediately, shifting his body so that his legs were almost crossed with his ankles meeting behind you and your legs were hunched over his thighs “I went through this a lot... but I’m here with you. I’ve got you... I promise.”

Your eyes, still welled with unfallen tears, met his. Peter was dead serious and you couldn’t help a small chuckle.

“It must have been really tough years... this five that went by...” you whispered bitterly “I wish... I wish I could have helped you... when you went through this...”

A small smile found it’s way to his lips.

“You did. You have no idea how much...”

You stared at him confused. Without speaking, he simply tugged at the chain he had around his neck. You wanted to ask him what it was, but didn’t find the right moment before. It was always tucked inside his shirts, but you could see that he wore it all the time. And Peter was never really a fan of accessories.

You gasped when met with the familiar silver glean of the ring he gave you.

“I had this with me all the time... it was my most precious reminder of you. And also a reminder that somehow I had to bring you back because I had really fucked everything up that day.” your breath caught in your throat when you saw his eyes shining “I... spoke with you all the time. When these nightmares happened. I just couldn’t bear the fact that you were gone and I had not even properly said goodbye to you. I hadn’t said how much I loved you... because I was being a fucking brat...”

You hugged him tightly, feeling your shirt getting wet with his tears on your shoulder and suddenly the roles were reversed and he was the one being comforted by you.

“I’m here now...” you whispered sweetly in his ear.

“It was hell...” he kept muttering really fast “It was like hell. Like I was the one dead. And I didn’t even know if dying would allow me to meet you again. I felt useless and weak. I missed you... I missed you so much. Sometimes I’d even see you... except of couse it wasn’t you. But it seemed so real...”

“Peter...”

“And then I had already lost all my hopes Scott came with his idea and... and... I didn’t want to get my hopes to high, but I did. I even managed to get better for a while. For a while I felt like I could be that annoying Peter that everyone knew. Who didn’t give a fuck about a lot of stuff. Nat...” he choked a sob “Nat bet her life on the idea... and she was right... but still hurts so much...”

He was rambling so much that after his words started to mix with sobs that you could barely understand what was the subject again. He started to talk about Natasha and then about Tony and after that about you again.

“Hey, love, look at me...” you said, holding his head between your hands and resting your forehead agains his “You’re the one panicking now... breath...”

Peter snapped out of it, taking a final deep breath before allowing his hand to rest over yours.

“Sorry...” you both smiled a little, wiping tears and breathing softly, just enjoying each other’s company.

After a while his hands trailed towards the chain again, unhooking it and slidding the ring out of it.

“You told me to hold onto this... until you came back...” he said, gazind fondly at it “I didn’t expect it would take you five years...”

Remembering something you furrowed your brow at him.

“Hey... why did you said you couldn’t lose me for the third time? Technically you only did once...”

“For me it was worth two... the first time was after that stupid fight before you left... and the second during the Snap...”

“Silly... I said we would figure out things when I got back... you didn’t lost me that first time...” you said while your arms circled his neck.

“Well, you were about to meet a bunch of Avengers, y’know. That can affect any guy’s self steem...” he arched one brow at you and you giggled.

“Wow, so that means your ego actually wasn’t strong enough at the time?”

“Can we go back to being sweet, please?” he pouted, grabbing your right hand that was resting on his neck and roughly shoving the ring back into your finger.

You actually laughed at his attitude.

“There’s the Peter I know. Really sweet, huh?”

He smirked, but gently got a hold of your hand, approaching it from his face and kissing your knuckles. His eyes closed as he brushed the back of your hand softly against his face, feeling the coolness of the ring mixed with the warmth of your skin. Then his lips drifted to your wrist, peppering your arm with kisses, making you giggle until he finally found your neck earning a small hum from you. Then finally his lips found yours and his breath rigged because, oh my fucking God, how he had missed you.

You allowed him to push you back into the bed, his body glued into yours. You were so close to each other that you could barely understand where your body finished and Peter’s started. The kiss had so much longing into it and his touches seemed to worship you, caressing your sides and face as if you were the purest and most precious gem he could ever find. There was no malice on his touches, you noted, Peter just wanted to actually feel you were there.

“Y’know...” as if on a cue, he whispered against your lips, pulling apart just to talk and dive into your neck slowly “I’m having nightmares too...” your hands tangled into his hair, soflty messing with his silver strands and drifting to caress his neck and back “Sometimes... I dream that I’m waking up and you’re not here again... and then I actually wake up, feeling terrified that I’ll look by my side and find an empty bed... but then...” he pulled away, his dark eyes finding yours and you see nothing but love radiating from them “Then I look at you... and you’re there looking like a freaking angel... and I know that I’m the luckiest man in the world...”

“Aren’t you charming?” you smile and even though you have a light and jokinly tone he knows that what you say afterwards is indeed really serious “I’m glad that I have you with me... because these scars... these fears and dreams... they’re gonna be a hole battle just by themselves...”

Peter laid by yourside now, his thumb caressing your cheek as you looked at him. He pulled you closer, kissing your lips again.

“I know. But we’ll fight this battle together... and this time I’ll make sure we win right on the first try...” you smiled, staring lovingly into his eyes. His words soothing you more than any kind of physical comfort he could give you “But you’ll have to be really strong... it’s a... bumpy road...”

“I promise I will be...”

And this time you would keep your promise to him.

[yandere-daydreams]

A commission for the lovely @wolfwantsart! I absolutely loved working their OCs, Vivian and Vincent, two ‘heroes’ with the power to embody light and darkness respectively. 

Word Count: ~2000

It was dark. At first, that was all Vivian could think about.

It was dark, and she was on something coarse, rough, and bed-shaped (calling it a real mattress seemed like a stretch of the imagination). She attempted to push herself up, stiffly bent limbs still sore and aching, blinking herself awake while she tried to see her surroundings. Wherever she was, there couldn’t have been any windows. Even on the darkest nights, a little moonlight would always shine through. This was an advanced darkness, a purposeful darkness. Now panicking, her eyes darted uselessly around the small room, only the outlines of tables and desks coming through clearly. Fuck, she could barely see the walls.

Vivian strained to see, instantly regretting the effort. A shot up to her forehead, a steady pounding accompanying the sudden lines of thin, sharp pain. Reluctantly, she ran a hand through her hair, dismayed by the knots but glad she didn’t find an injury. A bleeding wound was the last thing she needed, especially now. Still, the idea of a concussion was going to be something she’d have to worry about later. But, the dryness in her throat, the way she desperately wanted to go back to sleep, pointed to a more measured threat.

Someone fucking drugged her. Someone drugged her, then dragged her into a sealed off, windowless room where she couldn’t even use her powers, with god-knows-what in mind for when she woke up.

Luckily, she didn’t have to worry about the implications for very long. The door at the far side of the room swung open, the sound of metal scraping against concrete putting her further on-edge. She was tempted to jump to her feet, to try and run for it, but the pain in her legs made the idea much less appealing. The distinct click of a deadbolt sliding into place took some of the pressure off, though. Still, she glared in the intruder’s general direction, fighting against the pain to see her captor. “What the hell do you want?” She asked, the harshness in her voice uncharacteristic. “Where am I?! Who are you?!”

There was a familiar sigh, before the man took a step closer, seemingly hesitant. “It’s just me, Viv. You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Vincent!” This time, she didn’t stop herself from getting up, rushing to her friend as quickly as she could. Before she could take a step, however, a gentle hand pushed her back down, the other shoving a glass mug into her hands. “You’ve been gone for months!” She started, practically ignoring the cup in her hands. “It’s like you fell off the face of the Earth, what happened? I’ve been trying to text you for months, and no one was at your apartment… I thought you were avoiding me.”

The boy exhaled deeply, shakily. “Drink,” He ordered, and she took a sip obediently. It was just water, much to her relief. Cold, but less unpleasant than the chilled air of this… bunker? Why would Vincent have a bunker? “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to worry you.” His voice was unusually quiet, even for him. Like he hadn’t been sleeping well, recently. It made sense, in a way. She was always the one to drag him to a bed and practically hold him down until he agreed to get a decent night’s sleep. “But, you shouldn’t have to worry for very long. Soon, we won’t have to be apart.”

“Yeah, because you’re going to come home.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Vivian new how she sounded. Ignorant, childish… like she was ignoring the darker subtext. But, this was her best friend. It wasn’t like he could ever hurt her, even if the way he’d chosen to re-introduce himself was just the slightest bit concerning. There had to be a reasonable explanation, though. “And once we get out of… wherever this is, you’re going to explain why you’ve been missing. Everyone’s going to want to see you!”

“About that…” He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture she’s gotten used to. Reflexively, she grabbed his arm, gently pulling it back to his side, keeping her hand on top of his own to stop him from just going back to his anxious ticks. “I… I can’t let you leave. Not yet, at least. I would’ve come to get you when I was actually ready,” He paused, intertwining her fingers with his. It was an intimate gesture, but she didn’t object. They’d been apart for a long time, and even when they saw each other on a daily basis, he was always... touchy. “But, I couldn’t wait that long. You get it, right? I needed to see you, even if I only have half the materials I need. It’s not like I can’t work faster, I will work faster.”

Vivian squeezed his hand, trying to draw him out of the quickly approaching rant. “You’re rambling again. And you need to tell me what’s going on, Vinny. Now. Before I freak-out and assume you’ve gone villain.”

At this, Vincent laughed, running his free hand through his hair. “I might’ve, honestly. I’m not sure anymore.” She opened her mouth, ready to ask him what he meant, but he cut her off before she could. “It’s alright, I swear. Because you’re never going to leave my side again.”

Taking a deep breath, Vivian pulled back, forcing her hand out of Vincent's grip. He relented easily… for a moment, at least. She stood as he spoke, straining her eyes to make out the nearest surface. She needed to put this mug somewhere, she told herself. Even if getting away from Vincent for a second wouldn’t be terrible. “Have you been talking to Divine, while I’ve been gone? Or Rapid?”

“They’re my friends, I’ve had to. I kinda relied on them while you were missing-in-action,” She admitted, finding the table she was looking for. She didn’t bother masking the frustration in her voice. It was deserved, really. “So, what happened? And should I even ask what you’re talking about?”

He mumbled something incoherent, allowing silence to dominate the room. A freezing, ice cold gust of air brushed past her leg, a shadow more defined than the darkness surrounding it. Slowly, Vincent manifested in front of her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest and kissing her forehead. “You won’t have to deal with them anymore, and neither will I. The only person you’re going to rely on is me.”  His grip around her tightened, arms slipping to her waist as he buried his face in her neck. “When we’re fused permanently, they’ll all know to stay away. Not that you’ll be interested in other people, at that point.”

The mention of fusing sent a chill down her spine. It was a hard balance to maintain, two people so different trying to co-exist in one mind. It helped that the combination was always unstable, always deforming quickly, but... Vivian may’ve forced herself apart from him, on occasion. He always proded, always tried to poke around in her memories and hold on a little too tightly. Sometimes, she was tempted to do the same. Luckily, the things he dared to say out loud were always enough to make her hesitant. 

Biting her cheek, Vivian reluctantly pulled at the boy’s coat, making a poor effort to pry him off of her. This didn’t sound like Vincent, he could never say something like that. Something so… crazy. He was her friend, he had been for so long. She needed to have faith in him. She wanted to have faith in him. “Are… are you alright? Fusing isn’t permanent, Vin. It can’t be.”

“But it can!” His voice was too energetic, too excited. He tried to get closer as he continued, like Vincent was willing his skin to melt into hers. She supposed he was, actually. There was another deep breath, warm air hitting her neck. Another sigh, too, dreamier than the last and twice as disturbing. “Or, I think it can be, theoretically. I’ve been working on it, even if my lab here is primitive,” He explained, shifting to face her. She’d rarely seen him smile, let alone so widely. “I’m so, so close. It might be dangerous, but isn’t that a risk you’re willing to take? For me?”

Vivian forced herself to relax, narrowing her eyes as she rested a hand on Vincent’s shoulder, a heartbreakingly platonic gesture. But, if Vincent noticed, he didn’t care. That wide, eery smile stayed in place, never faltering as she scanned over him, trying to look anything but scared. “I love you like a brother,” She said, waiting for him to process the reluctance in her voice. “But what you’re talking about is insane. You need help, dude. Help that you’re obviously not getting by locking me in a dark room and trying to find a way to manipulate something as unpredictable as fusion. Let me take you back to the city. Whatever you’re doing, it’s not healthy.”

For a minute, she thought he understood. His hands fell away from her, fists balling at his sides. His eyes, similarly, dropped to the ground, gaze successfully torn away from Vivian. She watched intently as he scowled, giving him a sympathetic smile when he finally met her eyes. “I… you don’t understand!” His volume came from nowhere, his anger even more sourceless. She took a step back, holding up her hands defensively, but he just stalked forward. “You’ve never loved someone, and you’ve never had to watch your best friend go around and be so warm, smiling at everyone and just ignoring you whenever you try to confess how you feel! You’ve been avoiding me for years! Sure, you pretend to care about me, but when I say something honest, you just call me ‘insane’ and try to run away!”

Vivian’s hand searched behind her, looking for anything to defend herself with or the warning of a wall. But, the cold metal frame of the cot (something she was really starting to hate) met her instead, forcing her to stumble onto the low surface. She fell backward, letting Vincent corner her, looming over the girl with a passionate frustration still radiating around him. “You’ve never laid awake at night, wishing you could crawl inside someone’s skin, just to know how it would get rid of all the awful, awful things that keep running through your head. You’ve never been devoted to someone.” Suddenly, the boy smiled, letting out a low, deep chuckle. “You’ve never been rejected before.”

Without thinking, Vivian shut her eyes, willing her body to dissolve into whatever light she could find in the dark little room. But, it was impossible. Even as the cells in her body burnt in exertion, there wasn’t a scrap of light she could lose herself in.

And Vincent knew that. He’d planned it.

“But, you’ll understand. Eventually.” Slowly, he reached down, cupping her cheek. She wanted to shy away, or hit him, or punch him that fucking grin right off his face, but… it paralyzed her. How unfamiliar he looked, how helpless she was. He pulled away soon enough, turning towards the door and walking with an awkward haste. He only stopped once, glancing over his shoulder before he walked into the pitch-black hall. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll have a choice. I don’t think you’ve earned that luxury, yet.”

[sundaynightnovels]

11/11/11

so i’ve been tagged by @kidsarentallwrite​ for this one, and @a-ray-of-moonshine​ , so i’ll be answering both here! thank you so much for thinking of me! <3  What song makes your OC go absolutely, batshit feral? okay i really don’t know the answer to this one, but hmmmm let me think . i think that zhen’s the sort to sing songs loudly and obnoxiously just to be an annoying ass and lu’d join her, and then yu(f) would be really mega pissed because she’s right in the next room trying to do some work when these two tone-deaf idiots are screeching their lungs out in the kitchen so yes, zhen & lu’s singing would make yu(f) go absolutely feral. anything they sing.  i think the OTHER yu(m) would go absolutely feral when jun, being a lil piece of shit who likes to get on his nerves, sings songs about rain. because yknow, yu(m)’s name means rain. right now the song i’m thinking of is jay chou’s 听见下雨的声音 (which means, listen to the sound of rain falling) and jun would sing it whenever yu(m) tries to say something because of, yknow, the title. and then blatantly ignore whatever yu(m)’s trying to say. so yes, the two yu(s) lead very sad lives. please give them more love. (though i’d understand if you don’t, one is an Antisocial Edgelord and one is an Edgy Antisocial Lording Over Others . there’s a difference)  What would your OC go on an hours long rant about given the opportunity? for shou? anything. absolutely anything. off the top of my mind, the sun (i’ve mentioned this so many times, don’t even ask), names (names have meanings to him!! why is zhen called zhen and teng called teng? why is he called shou??? a lot of them don’t share in his sentiments but he has Very Strong Feelings about it) lu is about his sad existence as a little boy who is starving on the streets. he’d say it often in the kitchen, when zhen is preparing some food.  zhen would be about rising costs of living and capitalism and having to work when they’re dead and yu(f) being a loser who only wants to work and teng being a loser who can’t get any girls and about how life is meaningless and the only solace is sleep and jia would rant with her for the fun of it yu(f) would rant about zhen, yu(m) would rant about jun, teng would rant about love and loneliness and ren would run away. (yes that was a pun, if you got it please appreciate)  Do your OCs have tattoos? If not, would they ever get a tattoo? Why or why not? i think i’ve answered this somewhere before??? not very sure . but yea anyway shou thinks it’s blasphemous but he would also consider one, zhen can’t be bothered, lu is a little kid WHAT ARE YOU ASKING FROM HIM teng is deathly afraid of the pain and it’s plainly obvious, jun isn’t scared of the pain but can’t be bothered either but also might already have one, you never know, yu(f) thinks it’s a waste of money, yu(m)... i feel like he might have one, not sure why. jia probably has one, some nice gorgeous insta-worthy one on her collarbone or on her back.  ren probably has one but he keeps it hidden and no one knows about it.  You bump into your OC on the street unexpectedly. How do you react? oh no. which one? if i catch shou in a distracted mood, i probably can get away without him yammering in my ears.  if it’s zhen, i’ll probably get sued for something and she’ll try to extort something from me. probably the bubble tea in my hands, or the money in my wallet. probably.  for lu he’d extort food. even if it’s in my stomach. yu(f) would be the one who bumps into me and continues marching off because she is a busy woman and ain’t got time for this.  ren would probably apologise and yknow, be a normal, nice human being. yu(m) would just stare and maybe walk away, but he looks fierce so it probs looks like he’s glaring and i’ll be scared shitless. or be pissed, depends on my mood. teng would apologise a lot a lot and offer to get my things (even if i hadn’t dropped them) and be a sputtering mess because unfortunately i am Woman and he cannot deal jun would ignore probably. depending on his mood, might make some cryptic comment that’s slightly disturbing. or he’d be really charming . who knows? jia would also probably react like a normal human being. not the nicest, but normal anyway. Which vines best describe your OCs? i am a failure and i don’t really know vines If your WIP is ever adapted into another form of media, what form would you like? Film, television, comic, podcast? Any others? sitcom, probably. also considering the amount of talking they do, maybe podcast. definitely not film. there’s no plot here. maybe theatre, just for fun. What is your favourite part about writing? what are you talking about?? Is you got to have a conversation with your favourite author, what would you talk about? the only author i can think of now is rick riordan and i’d talk about how i appreciate that he’s just doing what he wants and making it fun for him and diversity and lame humour and stupid characters and all that crap Have any writing habits or quirks? don’t write enough to have some. HAHA just kidding i have many many run-on sentences but i need them for RHYTHM and BEAT and FEELING you know???? long sentences are my jam and they help create music structure in writing do NOT TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME also use oxford commas. sue me. What do you prefer: dialogue or action? stupid banter-ish dialogue. evocative atmospheric-ish contemplation and inner musings no one acts. Who is the first Writeblr you followed? Do you remember why you followed them? i really don’t know! sorry! --

1. Is there a trope you never get tired of? characters who share One brain cell. family.  long rambling stories that go nowhere really bad humour yes some of these are not tropes, i am aware.

2. Who is your least favorite character in your WIP? Why? gasps!!!  okay so let’s go down the list, i hate shou because he’s annoying as hell and he talks so much he himself gives 4k worth of dialogue in a single chapter, i hate zhen because she doesn’t do or admit to anything and trying to figure her out is like trying to get a worm to walk on two feet, i hate lu because he only talks about food and be a dirty lil kid, i hate ren because he is too nice and doesn’t think for himself, i hate teng because he gets easily bullied and he also talks too much for no damn reason, i hate jun because he keeps himself too deep and it’s impossible to get him to do anything serious, i hate yu(f) because she only works and literally there’s nothing to describe in her boring one bedroom can she get out of her room already, i hate yu(m) because i still don’t know him well enough after all these months, i hate jia because somehow i keep forgetting her in these tag games even though her presence is Big in the wip  yup there you go. they’re all my least favourite. 

3. Let’s say I’m planning to visit the setting of your WIP for a weekend. What should I take with me? What are the most important things for me to know beforehand? Which of your characters should I ask to be my guide? uh. i’d just say Don’t.  don’t visit. it’s not a good thing, you can’t choose to visit anyway, you can’t take anything with you because yknow, well there’s this little chinese saying i kinda abide by for this wip and i’m lazy to type it out now but it was in my previous chinese mytho au drabble so yea  also. guide????? maybe the safest might be ren, but also not really. hm. if you want an enthusiastic little puppy, choose shou. but he might talk your ears off and annoy you so you know, pick your poison 4.Beginning, middle, or end—which is the hardest for you as a writer?

middle

5. Which is more inspiring for you: music or visual art?

music!

6. Do you have any other creative interests and hobbies besides writing?

lol i have no interests okay really. hm. i used to draw a little bit but i’ve stopped, used to play piano but i’ve stopped, used to play cello but i’ve stopped.  so yea, really, nothing much. 

7. How close is your WIP now to what you were expecting it to be when you just started?

i’ve finished the first draft since the start of the year, which is great and i totally didn’t expect it! .... am barely into the second draft though, so that’s a bummer. you see, this is why sometimes you shouldn’t get achievements. once that one milestone is reached you just lie down there at the rest stop and never get up. 

8. What are your plans for when you finish your WIP? Traditional publishing? Indie publishing? Putting it online for others to read for free?

traditional probs, because i don’t trust myself enough to do it on my own and i have little visual sensibilities so the cover would be hella ugly. also like, not even sure if traditional publishers would want my odd little plotless thing, but yknow, i like it. 

9. Your MC is here. On your doorstep. Planning to spend the day with you. Oh, and they know you’re the author responsible for everything that’s going on in the story right now. Are you expecting it to be a nice conversation, or do you maybe want to run and hide? :D

thank god i consider my MC to be shou instead of zhen. oh yea he’ll have lots of questions and he’ll poke at my brains a lot and he’d be hella noisy and also he’ll be sweating a lot because of his clothes and long hair, but still thank god it’s shou for the rest of them, i’d run and hide in the bottom of the ocean.

10. Name a song that could be your villain’s personal anthem.

eh. there’s no villain. if you consider the author to be the villain though hMMM i have favourite songs but no personal anthems, sorry

11. Is there anything you would never, ever write a story about, even if you were offered a large sum of money to do so?

eh. probs something like a law drama-ish thing. too many long words and complex jargon, not my kinda thing.

>> i’ll be tagging @coffehousecreations @bookenders @aslanwrites @rktho-writes @bahay-kubo @aloonycynic @arte-muse @elliswriting @mvcreates @inkpot-dreamer @dc-writes and here are my questions (which i think are pretty interesting heh feel free to do it and tag me even if i haven’t tagged you for it!) 1) your wip is now set in percy jackson’s world (if you don’t know, it’s just a bunch of monsters from greek mythologies chasing after young kids who have powers. we’re assuming your OCs are all demigods here, so they have powers and are being chased). who would be the one flailing and crying for help? who would be the one standing in front and thinking of a solution? who would be the first one eaten and who would be the one to survive till they reach camp?  2) after barely escaping percy jackson’s world, they’re now thrown into harry potter. the dementors are everywhere. what are the bad memories that these dementors draw from your OCs? how do they react to it? (don’t worry, they’re saved before being given the kiss. somehow.) 3) they’re now plopped into the good place. who is in the good place, and who is in the bad place? (for those who don’t watch the show, well. i think this naming speaks for itself) 4) ah, bummer. some misfiling of paperwork from the higher-ups, sorry. your OCs are once again alive and kicking, but then things happen again and well, they’re in marvel and the Snap has just happened (i.e., people have suddenly disappeared into dust after an event and no one knows what happened to them). assuming individual scenarios for your OCs where each of them are the only one left in the group, how would they react and what are their coping mechanisms? 5) and then the Blip happens and everyone is back, after five years! hurray! once again, assuming individual scenarios for your OCs where each of them are the only one left in the group, and then everyone suddenly returns like nothing’s happened, how would they then react to this change of scenario? how do they adapt? 6) all is well for a while, until The Fire Nation Attacked. who runs away and hides in isolation? who joins the colonising forces? who attempts a rebellion? who concedes defeat and lets the enemies in? 7) alright, now let’s give your OCs a break. they’re back in school and it’s high school musical! which typical high school cliques are each of them in and why? 8) now we’re in deadpool and it’s time to break the 4th wall and change the focus to: the author. what kind of jokes / things do you want to include in your wip but can’t seem to, maybe because of genre restrictions or age restrictions or it just, well, doesn’t fit? (ryan reynolds would say to include it all anyway, but yknow, that’s because he has money) 9) following the ryan reynolds thread, what is the one most indulgent thing you’ve done in your writing / would do in your writing?  10) who is your favourite friends member and why? (this is important okay? to those who haven’t watched friends... i can’t really give you much of an explanation for this one and more importantly -- why??) 11) this is the end! what is the stupidest thing you’ve done in your / with regards to your writing? it can literally be anything -- a stupid spelling mistake, gaping plot hole, printing it out for a friend to read and missing a page, you can really go crazy with your answer here. okay thanks for reading this massive chunk of text and good day everyone!

[fluffy-marshmallow-heart]

A Touch of Destiny -ch.3

Drake x OC

Words: 2011

Summary: Drake's been dreaming about a mystery girl, who turned out to be very real.

Some characters belong to Pixelberry and others are my own

  Drake woke, alone in his room at the Belaggio. The sun was just beginning to rise but it hadn’t yet. The sky was still fairly dark, but it was getting lighter by the minute. He threw on his clothes and went out into the suite. No one else was awake, and they probably wouldn’t be for a while. He decided he might as well go watch the sunrise. He thought about going out onto their terrace, but he wanted to get out. As he left the room he thought about his latest dream and sighed. He couldn’t understand it. Why was this happening to him? Why was it happening to her? She dreamed she kissed him. Were their dreams the same?

  He found himself at a little cafe about a block away, that had outdoor seating. As the server brought him his coffee, the sun started to crest the horizon. He looked around and then he saw her a few tables over. Her back was towards him, so she hadn’t seen him yet. He noticed she was also alone. He swallowed

She told me to find her again. This is no coincidence that we’re both here.

Feeling bold, he stood up and made his way over to her, bringing his coffee. Slowly, he slid into the chair next to her. She looked at him in surprise.

“Oh!”

He nodded to the sunrise. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes” she whispered.

They sat in silence, watching the strip come to life around them. Finally, she spoke again “Couldn’t sleep?”

He turned towards her “I did, but…” he trailed off, not sure if he wanted to talk about their dreams.

She nodded in understanding. “Yeah. But.” She gave him a small smile. “I need to get back before the girls wake and wonder where I am. I don’t need them freaking out on me” she chuckled

“Let me walk you” Drake paid for both of them and they walked side by side back to the Belaggio. When they turned to go their separate ways, he heard her speak.

“So. The Eiffel Tower.”

Drake just looked at her, unsure of what she was talking about.

“We’re going tonight…I hear you guys are too.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then I’ll see you there, Drake.”

When he arrived back at the penthouse, he went back into his room and flopped down on the bed. He buried his face in his pillow and moaned. What was he going to do?

The day went by in a whirlwind of activity. Maxwell and Steve dragged Drake and Liam around everywhere. They were both so excited to see everything and apparently, they didn’t want to waste any time. But Drake barely noticed anywhere they went. He couldn’t name a single thing they had seen. All he could think about was that night.

Finally, after what felt like 8 years, it was time to meet the girls for dinner. Drake hadn’t brought a single so-called “nice” thing to wear. All his clothes were basically the same. A t-shirt with another shirt thrown on top, unbuttoned.

Oh well. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard anyway.

They all traipsed over to the tower and went into the restaurant. The girls were already there and when he saw Jessa it felt like someone punched him in the gut. Tonight, she had on a fiery red dress. She looked slightly uncomfortable, though, and Drake quickly realized why. The way the girls were sitting, she was in one of the outer chairs, so she would have to sit next to one of the guys. Drake stopped walking and Steve bumped into him. His friend looked over his shoulder and smirked. Then he pushed Drake just hard enough to send him stumbling into the open chair next to her. He made a mental note to kick Steve’s ass later. But in the meantime, he sat down.

Champagne was ordered for the table and Drake really wanted to start a conversation with her. He was so confident in his dreams, and it was killing him that he was anything but now that he had met her. So, he turned to say something to Liam instead, but found him completely engrossed in a conversation with another girl. This one looked a bit like Jessa, and Drake wondered if they were related.

“So, what do you do, Drake?”

He turned his attention back to Jessa, who was now eyeing him curiously.

“I’m in school.” He told her

She started chuckling. “That’s great, but what do you go for? What are you studying?”

Drake was mesmerized by her dusty green eyes.

“Or do you just crash the lecture halls and take notes?”

Drake grinned. “I’m studying to be a Veterinarian. My mom has a ranch in Texas, and I’d like to be closer to her. I could tend to her horses and other livestock. What about you?”

“I’m a writer.” She answered. “Probably nothing you’ve ever read.”

Drake raised an eyebrow “Why do you say that? What do you write?”

“She appeals more to the…. female population.” The girl next to Liam broke in. “Sorry. Couldn’t help but overhear.”

He noticed them exchange a Look.

“I’m Riley, Jessa’s half-sister.” The girl said. “We actually just found out about each other not that long ago. But I feel like I’ve known her forever.”

“Right back at ya, sis” Jessa responded

Ah. That explains the similarity

Between Liam and Riley joining in, the conversation stayed light. The evening turned to night and it seemed everyone had a pretty good buzz going. Drake was bordering drunk, but he didn’t care. He had a beautiful woman next to him and they were about to go catch an amazing view.

When everyone arrived on the lookout, they all started splitting off into groups to go check out different areas. Drake found himself wandering over to where Jessa stood.

“This is all so beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked him

Drake nodded “Possibly the most the beautiful thing I’ve seen.” Only he wasn’t looking down on Vegas. She saw him looking straight at her and a flush spread over her cheeks. Hearing a burst of laughter, they both looked over to see Liam, Maxwell, and Steve all hanging on to every word Riley was saying. Jessa laughed lightly

“She draws attention everywhere she goes, I swear. It would be really annoying if I didn’t like her so much.”

Drake chuckled. “I feel the same about my friend, Liam. Everyone falls all over him.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” She asked

He shook his head. “Cordonia, actually. It’s a small country. But my mom is American. I lived in Cordonia my whole life, but it never really felt like home. So, I decided to try New York. They have great academics, there’s always something to do. Not that I always want to be doing something” he added quickly. “I also like to just stay home and relax. And whiskey, I like whiskey.” He was rambling now.

Jessa laughed again. “This is crazy, isn’t it? I don’t understand what’s happening here. I mean, I feel like I know you. And I already knew you loved whiskey.”

“About that…” Drake started. “How did you know my name?”

She flushed again. “I don’t have a good answer for that. Not one that makes sense, anyway.”

Drake nodded in understanding.

“Look, Drake. You seem like a really nice guy, but I’m sort of seeing someone.”

“Sort of?” Drake pressed

“It’s…. complicated.” she said slowly.

They started hearing clapping and noticed everyone admiring a large fountain below them, that was lighting up the night in all colors imaginable.

Drake watched it in admiration. He now had no idea what else to say to this girl. She had a boyfriend and he didn’t want to come between them.

“This reminds me of fireworks.” She stated. She was looking at Drake from the corner of her eye.

Drake stared at her in surprise. “But it’s water. Pretty much the opposite of fireworks.”

She turned towards him. “I think fireworks would be just as beautiful from up here. Don’t you think?”

Drake tilted his head. “I believe so, yes. I may have seen them once.”

“Oh yeah? When?” She challenged

“Remember when I told you that I slept...but?”

She nodded. “I remember the ‘but’”

Drake shrugged “Perhaps I saw them in a dream…or maybe I felt them when you kissed me.”

“Oh, you just had to go there, didn’t you?” She laughed, punching his arm lightly.

He grinned “Hey, you asked.” He was looking down at Jessa and her eyes were sparkling. “You, know, Jessa. We are in Vegas…and what happens in Vegas…”

Drake had no idea what he was saying. He’d never been this bold in his life. But there was something about her, something about this place, something he felt whenever she was around. He didn’t want to lose that. Her smile was slowly fading, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her lips. Leaning forward, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. The world slowly faded around them and she was all he could feel. She may protest when he wasn’t kissing her, but when he was, nothing else mattered. It was just them.

Breaking apart, he rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t exactly know why but…I don’t want to say goodbye to you.”

“I’m going back to New York tomorrow.” She whispered. “I’m really sorry, but. We do need to say goodbye.”

Drake took a step back and nodded. He could practically feel the lightness he had been feeling turning into a heavy weight. Then he turned and walked away, unable to continue the conversation.

He went straight to the elevator to go back down and get back to his room. Just as the doors were closing, someone jetted in. It was Riley, Jessa’s half-sister.

“Drake, wait. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

Drake raised an eyebrow “It sounds like she does. She has a boyfriend. She doesn’t know what to do with me. So, I’m taking myself out. I don’t like games.”

“But it’s not a game! Look, she would kill me if she knew I was telling you this but…I have been listening to her talk about you for weeks. She’s just freaked out that those dreams actually mean something, that you actually exist. Just like I’m sure you are too, or at least, you were at first.”

“No, I still am.” Drake told her

“Her boyfriend, if you can even call him that, is a complete moron. He doesn’t know what a good thing he has going. He’s ashamed of her. But she won’t tell you that, and she doesn’t want anyone to see that, but we all do. And now here you are, in the flesh. And I don’t think you’d be ashamed of her at all.”

“What on earth could he be ashamed about?” Drake asked. That just didn’t make sense.

“Here’s her phone number. Give me yours and I’ll make sure she gets it. I can’t tell you anymore. Just trust me when I tell you that you would be good for her.”

“You don’t even know me” Drake stated

“I know what she’s told me, and I may have asked your friends about you, as well. You’re not a serial killer, right?”

Drake couldn’t stop himself from laughing at that.

“Then it’s settled. Take this paper right here…” She stuffed a piece of paper in Drake’s hand. “And write your phone number on this one.” She gave him a blank piece of paper and pen. He hesitated just a second before scrawling his phone number. And then for some unknown reason, he wrote down his address too.

She grinned at him. “I’ll be seeing you in New York. With Jessa. You’ll see.”

Drake stepped off the elevator and Riley stayed in. “I’m going back up. You sure you don’t want to come?”

Drake ran a hand through his hair, thinking, but then shook his head.

“Alright then. Goodnight Drake.”

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[charmedtenderness]

All I Ask of You Pt. 20

“If I’m a monster then it’s true there’s only one thing that’s left for me to do but before I fade to white I’ll do all that I can to make things right” - “Monster” from Frozen

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2832

Summary: There’s somehow even more obstacles

Warnings: Poor execution of creating an antagonist?, ANGST

A/N: Sooo here we are and there’s still quite a bit of plot left, I’m not sure how much, so I hope you’re enjoying this because it’s gonna be going on for awhile!

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It was two weeks after Tina died. Two weeks after Annie had literally murdered someone, well, not murdered. Two weeks after she figured out Peter was Spider-Man. Two weeks after she hadn’t completely apologized for what she said to Peter.

In all fairness, he was ignoring her. Not that she blamed him, she screwed up. The problem was that she didn’t even know if Peter was over it. Granted, Annie couldn’t say too much. She didn’t say much in general over those two weeks. There weren’t many people she could talk to. MJ was the only person Annie sat around during that time. Not that it was a bad thing, Annie sat with her because she didn’t ask questions. Questions that at first everyone had asked, until she consistently refused to answer

Tina’s funeral came and went, and Annie went alone. At first she wanted to ask someone to go with her, but no one would have understood why it hurt her so much. Sure, everyone knew that Tina had been her friend, but no one knew that Annie did feel like it was all her fault. If she hadn’t been so insistent or impulsive. If she had just been a little bit smarter. If she had listened to peter that night. Maybe, just maybe, things would have turned out different, and maybe Tina would still be alive.

Hell, Annie knew that she would have figured out Peter was Spider-Man eventually. It would have made life easier a few weeks ago, but it currently made things worse. She should have told Peter right away, but then she yelled at him instead. And she understood why Ned avoided her as well. They were best friends. She knew that Harper would have done the same if it had been the other way around.

The real question was, what was she waiting for? Annie barely talked to anyone, and she still didn’t let anyone touch her for very long. No one questioned it after she walked into her classes with dark bags under her eyes for a week straight. Everyone assumed it was just the way things were. That it was because of finals week, and she let them think that. It was easier than owning up to murder and having destructive powers.

Yet, something felt wrong without Peter and Ned being around. They didn’t look over at her, and it was like she’d never existed to either of them.

It hurt, but Annie also felt like she understood. When she tried to ask Ned, he told her about Peter’s Uncle Ben. How he’d died a little over a year ago, and Annie felt guilt gnawing at her ever since. That was obviously before Peter told him what happened, and Annie hadn’t thought she hurt him so much. Maybe that was for the best, but she wanted to make up for it.

She needed to have a reason to keep going. That was what she thought as she messed around with the mask charm on her necklace Peter had gotten her.

After school on one of the last days, Annie had went her usual way to the subway station. It was almost impossible to not see Peter and Ned, but she had tried to keep her space from them. She doubted they wanted to see her, but now she just couldn’t take not talking to either of them.

Though she knew that she had mainly hurt Peter. So she quickly chased behind them, having to nearly jog to keep up with them. Not because they were trying to lose her, it was simply how fast everyone went.

“Hey, Peter, c-can I talk to you?” Annie asked, breathing heavily.

Peter looked at Ned and he frowned a bit, “Maybe later? L-look I gotta run.”

“Really? Or are you just angry at me? I-I wanted to-”

“Seriously, I need to run, like now, I’m sorry. You can call me later or something, okay?”

Annie felt a lump in her throat and she couldn’t say anything, “Th-that’s what you said before.”

“And I really need to go,” Peter insisted, his eyes darting around.

Ned nodded, “Yeah, he’s gotta get to his internship.”

“C-can’t I… wait, just wait a sec…” Annie started, but Peter and Ned quickly wove their way out of the crowd, leaving her in the middle of a moving crowd.

Defeated, Annie left the subway tunnel. That whole internship thing was a lie and she knew that now. She had half a mind to say so, but she hadn’t wanted to make things worse. On the sidewalk, she was suddenly stopped when she just couldn’t breathe. All she could smell was smoke and she choked, starting to hack.

There was a fire. There had to be a fire. She didn’t know where it was. There wasn’t any sign of flames or anything. When she looked to see who was next to her, it was some businessman smoking a cigarette. The smoke left her paralyzed. She couldn’t walk and she couldn’t get herself to move for a few moments. How was she supposed to move when she thought so certainly that she was going to die mere moments before.

Quickly, Annie fished her phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed Harper’s number. It didn’t pick up the first time, but she kept calling over and over until the line finally clicked.

“Annie, what’s up? Sorry, I was finishing up some school stuff,” Harper answered.

Annie kept breathing heavily and quickly, “I-I can’t breathe.”

“Wait, what?”

“I-I can’t breathe and I can’t move and I don’t know where I’m going,” Annie explained, trying to gasp for air as she felt herself nearing her apartment building.

Harper paused for a moment, “Hun, you need to slow down and you need to go home. I want you to eat something and then go to sleep. You haven’t been doing either of those things, have you?”

“That’s not important! It doesn’t change everything that happned if I eat or if I just starve for the rest of my life! It makes no difference!” Annie yelled into the phone.

“Hey, hey, take some deep breaths. You’re gonna be-”

“I’m not gonna be okay or whatever. I-I can’t even let people touch me, Harper! You haven’t been here! No one’s been talking to me, i-it’s like they know!”

“No one knows, Annie. Come on, if Peter knew, he would have said something by now.”

The line started to crackle and Annie glanced behind her shoulder. That was when she saw something that nearly caused her to drop her phone altogether, “I-I need to go, bye.”

All the way in Seattle, Harper couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Annie hung up on them and their heart nearly stopped. What if she was going to do something stupid? They couldn’t stop Annie from doing anything.

“Shit, okay, think… if you can’t do something… there’s gotta be someone… oh, perfect!” Harper exclaimed, rambling to themself as they pulled up the rest of their contacts.

Peter’s number was still in their phone from Christmas, and they dialed it, “Come on, come on. You gotta pick up.”

They had to keep dialing over and over again before someone finally picked up, “Um… hi? I gotta go I’m busy.”

“I genuinely don’t care Peter. I need you to check on Annie. Like, now.”

Peter was silent for a moment, “I really can’t. I told her to call me back later. That’s gotta work because I can’t see her at any other time.”

“Peter! This is way more than whatever teenage-drama bullshit you both have going on. I don’t know all of what you’re fighting about right now, but I’m not getting into that,” Harper replied, running a hand through their ginger hair, their hands shaking.

Peter sighed a bit, “Then what’s going on?”

“Annie was… well I think she was having a panic attack. Look, she’s been through hell and back. And I can’t get there in time to help her right now. I need you to go over to her and make sure… well, just make sure she isn’t gonna do anything stupid. Can you do that?” Harper asked, “And I fucking swear if you say you’re too busy, then I’ll kick your ass when I do get over to New York.”

“Hey, I got it, I-I’ll get going. I-I’ll let you know what’s going on… or she will… you’ll find out what’s going on. I should go then. Um… bye.” Peter stammered before hanging up the phone.

For a moment, Annie thought she was just seeing things. It was possible, she was going delusional, seeing things that scared her. Constantly thinking of things that left her wanting to throw up. She hadn’t eaten much and she barely slept at all. The odds of her making something up in her head. Making up her own worst nightmare all over again… that was perfectly possible, wasn’t it.

She didn’t say anything at first. Instead she walked towards where she had seen him again. The dark, wet spot was all she needed to see to know that she wasn’t going insane.

More importantly, Annie knew what she had to do. There was no way Peter could do this by himself. He didn’t know Carnival. Carnival was supposed to be gone in the first place. And then if he was anywhere, he was supposed to be in Seattle.

Annie sprinted up to the elevator and could only hope that it would carry her up faster. Neither of her parents were home just yet. She ran into her room, pulling out the suit she had hidden in an old shoebox under a couple of yearbooks. It still smelled like smoke and it made her sick. Still, she pulled on the suit.

Peter couldn’t face anything like Carnival alone and she knew that. She’d already hurt enough people, and she didn’t want to risk hurting Peter. But more importantly than all of that, she didn’t want Peter getting hurt if she could have a say in any of it.

The suit had scorch marks all over it and she noticed it looked like she rolled out of a fire. When she had gotten home that night, she didn’t pay much attention. She just wanted it hidden somewhere that no one else would ever find it. Yet, there she was, hopping out of her window, using her powers, she left the room.

She landed in an alleyway. First, she needed to find Peter, and then she needed to explain everything. Well, everything about Carnival. Everything else that she had gone through could afford to wait.

It was then she saw that same Spider-Man suit swinging just ahead of her. She saw as Peter noticed her, the eyes of his suit going wide. He immediately jumped down from the rooftops he was slinging off of.

“Swan? You’re alive!” he exclaimed once he landed, running towards her and enveloping her in a huge hug.

Annie’s eyes widened, “W-wait, you really shouldn’t… please just let go, please.”

Only it was too late and before he could hear her, Annie had involuntarily blasted him off of herself. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming.

She rushed to where he was, “Shit, Peter, I-”

“Wait… how do you… who said I was Peter?” he asked, trying to get up, but he ended up staying down.

Annie shook her head, “Not important, are you okay? Shit… I-I didn’t mean for this to happen and I-I’m sorry. I-I’m a monster, I shouldn’t have come-”

“No, no, don’t you dare say that! It’s fine. See? I’m still alive, yeah?” he replied, trying to reach for her.

She opened her mouth to argue with him when she heard someone else enter the alleyway. As soon as Annie heard the familiar sounds of laughter, all of her muscles tensed. Annie looked behind her only to see Carnival. The same person she was supposed to be warning Peter about, and it was all happening too quickly for her to know what was going on.

“You’re not the only one still alive. Did this little darling tell you what she did to me?” Carnival asked, stepping forward.

Annie quickly stood up, getting in front of Peter, “I’m not your darling.”

“Bold words for someone with shaky legs,” Carnival pointed out, his clown makeup contorting into a wicked grin.

Annie quickly put up a shield, not wanting to mess around with whatever was going to happen. It was hard to tell what he was going to do. What she did know was that Carnival literally fed off of misery. It was his goal to get miserable people dead, and suddenly everything connected.

She stood there, checking from the corner of her eye to make sure Peter was still there, “Maybe so, but at least I’m not alone.”

“Are you so sure about that? Everyone’s left you. You don’t even have your friends with you. No one knows what you’ve gone through. There’s no purpose in you continuing to go on.”

Annie grimaced, sending an almost uncontrollably strong burst of electricity to him. It wouldn’t do much, and she knew that, but if nothing else it would stop him for a moment.

“H-hey, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I-I’ve been looking for you this whole time. I-I just couldn’t find you, I thought you were dead. But you’re not! You’re okay, and I don’t know who this guy is, but we’ve worked together before-”

“You need to rest. I just threw you into the side of a building,” Annie replied, having forgotten to keep the shield up.

Right as Carnival was about to run and attack Annie, Peter webbed his arm to the other side of the alley.

“You really think your simple powers are enough to stop me?” Carnival asked, laughing.

Annie quickly blocked a burst of power from him, “They were last time.”

Right behind Annie, Peter stood up and he waited for her to take the shield down when she attacked and he snuck out of the barrier. Annie didn’t even noticed, hearing the thoughts she’d been thinking for the last two weeks running in her head at rate that almost made her want to electrocute herself if she could figure out how. All of Carnival’s energy was located on her. She was an easy target. No energy barrier could block thought manipulation.

“You know, most people don’t like it when you poke around their head,” Peter said, trying to web Carnival.

Annie’s eyes widened when she saw what Peter was doing, and she couldn’t tell if he knew what was going to happen. Even though she knew Carnival would break right through the webbing like she could, and then he would hurt Peter. But she was too slow.

It all happened so fast that she barely noticed Carnival not focusing on her. Peter was knocked against the wall again, looking like he was just barely awake.

“NO!” Annie screamed, blasting everything she could think of at Carnival, tears stinging her eyes as she ran to Peter, making sure to keep the shield up.

“Peter, stay with me, please. Just stay awake, come on, Pete,” she repeated.

She couldn’t see what Peter’s expression was under the mask, “H-how do you know who I am?”

“That’s… that’s not important, just stay with me, please, Peter, I need you,” Annie whispered, her voice cracking/

Peter saw the mask charm on the necklace around her neck, “Annie?”

Annie saw him pass out and she shook her head, “No, no, no, wake up, Peter!”

“I always loved seeing you so hysterical, but you were never like this before,” Carnival commented, pacing back and forth, the clown makeup on his face twisting into an evil grin.

Then, for just a moment, Annie felt a wave of nothingness. No hysterics. Peter wasn’t going to be able to help her. It was all on her and she had to save him. And she would be damned if she didn’t do just that or get herself killed in the process.

Constantly blasting energy and converting everything should have left her wiped, but she couldn’t bring herself to notice how exhausted and slower her actions got over time. At least, until Carnival finally got a hit in, blasting her back.

She couldn’t feel anything except the cold cement. It was slightly wet from rain earlier, and if she looked, she could see Peter passed out. At least, she hoped he was passed out. She should have taken the mask off so she could see.

There was no way she’d be getting up any time soon. If anything, she felt her eyelids start to flutter shut. The world felt heavy.

Annie could have sworn that she saw a red and gold suit land close by, but that had to be a hallucination. Except that it wasn’t, and she knew that she was seeing Iron Man himself.

In that exact moment, everything went black.

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Spiraling Ch 1

Peter Parker x Stark!OC, platonic!Loki x Stark!OC

Warning(s): IW SPOILERS, Tears, lowkey angst, fluff

Word Count: 2119

A/N: So, this basically takes place after infinity war assuming all the dead people come back. I’m really stoked this chapter is finally out so enjoy and feedback is deeply appreciated!! 💙💙

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prologue  chapter 2

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” -Dr Seuss

The day half the population disappeared broke everyone’s hearts. May Parker instantly stormed over to the New Avengers Facility in upstate New York when she found out Peter was among the half. She screamed until her throat burned and she punched Tony until her arms could take no more and then some. It was a heartbreaking sight to see but no one had the heart to intervene.

“HE WAS ALL I HAD LEFT” was all Geneva heard from her room. When Thor came home with the news that Loki died… again, Geneva’s heart shattered. She didn’t talk much after that. She just waited for Tony and Peter to come home. She didn’t really have anything to say. Loki was one of Geneva’s best friends and she just wanted Peter and Tony to come home to comfort her. When only Tony came back, that’s when sent Geneva over the edge. She locked herself in her room, barely ate and cried herself to sleep every night.

“Ms. Parker?” they both hear a quaint voice and May stepped back to see a girl with puffy red eyes. “You’re Peter’s aunt right?” A tear rolls down May’s cheek and she nods. Geneva instantly walks up to May and hugs her. They both instantly break into tears Geneva whispering “I’m sorry”. The tears went on for a while until they finally calmed down.

The day the disappeared people came back, everyone’s heart was fuller than full again. Ever since May stormed into the Avengers Facility, Geneva sometimes went to the Parker residence to do girl stuff with May and talk about the memories they had with Peter. May would go through scrapbooks and photo albums telling her about Peter as a little kid and growing up. Geneva would always marvel about how well he did during the “internship”. She would talk about how they both learned so many things working with Tony and how fun it was to help engineer suits. These nights went on for a while until a confused teenager stumbles into his apartment building wondering why his aunt and one of his best friends were sitting in facemasks, laughing and crying happy tears. The two girls instantly whip their head around when they hear the door open and widen their eyes when they see who it is. The both of them instantly get up and give him loads of hugs and kisses. 

Now, about a month later, Peter is sitting on Geneva’s bed confusedly staring at a chemistry textbook and Geneva’s on the floor looking up at him. She lets out a slight giggle and his confused look is now directed at her. “What?” he asks. She laughs even harder “This is why you don’t try to make your web fluid in chemistry class and leave that kind of thing to me! I don’t have anything else to do!” There was a short pause before Peter mumbles “Shut up Gee”. Geneva lets out a giggle and says “let’s take a break” while taking off her glasses. “You want anything? Food? Water? Tea?”

Peter doesn't really say anything. He just pats the side of her bed, signaling her to sit next to him. Geneva lets out a sigh and a giggle as she gets up, sits down next to him and puts her head on his shoulder. “What I want, is to talk with you. Which I haven’t gotten to do for a while” She nods. “It’s good to have you back” Geneva whispers. She subtly slips her hand into Peter’s and gives it a little squeeze. Peter looks away as he feels the blush creeping on his cheeks similar to the day when he first met her.

    “Where is she? She should be back by now.” Tony asks looking at his watch. “I-I’m sorry Mr.Stark who exactly are we talking about here?” Peter knits his eyebrows together in confusion. The elevator to their floor dings revealing a girl about Peters age with a cup of coffee in her left hand, a cup of iced tea in her right, and a backpack slung casually behind her back. As soon as she steps out of the elevator she starts rambling “Tony I’m so sorry. That guy you sent me to talk to took absolutely forever and could not take a hint when I was hinting at what I was asking for and don’t even get me started on the…” She turns to the side while talking and trails off when she sees Peter. She instantly takes into account his looks and how his eyes were scanning every feature of her face. They both feel their cheeks heat up as Tony clears his throat and says “Hey,” while whistling and snapping his fingers “snap out of your teen rom-com mode for a sec will you? Blegh. Gross” He snatches the coffee from Geneva’s hands and says “Geneva this is Spiderling, Spider-Man whatever”  She shyly puts out her hand to shake his “A-actually Mr.Stark just… uh just Peter is fine” the boy says while looking down. “Alright then ‘Just Peter’ this is Geneva. she made both of your suits and Karen. Plus, she’s my niece” “Okay” she instantly comes to her defense “I didn’t fully make the suits! I just drew them up and designated what abilities the suit would actually have and laid out the general structure and calibrated Karen oh my god I’m rambling. I’m so sorry”

    Peter looks down at Geneva “Do you think we’re in ‘teen rom-com mode’ right now?”. She smiles and hides her face in the crook of his neck. “I would like to establish that I am not responsible for the actions and statements from my uncle” They both laugh for a while and sigh. “But seriously,” Peter gently asks, “How have you been?”. Gee looks up at him and mumbles “better now that you’re here”. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion “What do you mean?” She giggles a bit “Jeez, Parker don’t you know when a girl is flirting with you?” His eyes widen. She laughs even harder “I’m kidding, Pete. Relax” but she wasn’t really.

It’s safe to say Geneva had feelings for the boy. He was constantly on her mind. Little to her knowledge, She was constantly on his mind as well. They wouldn’t dare discuss it to anyone. “It’s just…” She trails off “I haven’t been sleeping a lot lately. I can’t stop thinking about what happened and how my crazy person of an uncle locked me in a closet rendering me useless” Geneva pauses to look up at Peter for a reaction and is met with hurt eyes. “No no! This by no means is your fault! It’s just me being weird and teenager-y. But it’s okay, really! Loki came back and he and I have been talking through some of this stuff ‘cause he doesn’t really sleep either!”. Peter raises his eyebrows and just looks at her. “Stooooooop!” she drags out and playfully hits him in his surprisingly built chest. He raises his eyebrows. “Peter, seriously. Stop looking at me like that. I’m fine.”

His phone buzzes and his eyes drop. “May wants me hone. I gotta go. Please, Gee, take care of yourself. You have nothing to worry about, cause we’re all here and you’ve got nothing to blame yourself over, cause we’re all here. If you need anything, and I mean anything at any time, even if you wanna go on a snack run at 2 AM, just call me?” Geneva nods, stands up with the spiderling and pulls him in a hug, mumbling a “thank you” in the crook of his neck. 

She closes the door behind Peter and is met with judgemental looks from Loki. Geneva narrows her eyes at him and mumbles a soft “Shut up”. He pulls that mischievous smirk “I said nothing Ms.Stark. But I’m starting to doubt your testimony about not having a crush on Peter-” “SHUT IT” She yelled and stomped away to the kitchen with the god following closely behind her. “You know,” He starts. She lets out a dramatic sigh, stopping her tea from pouring out and hunching her shoulders. “I may be the god of mischief but-” “Exactly” she cuts him off and turns around. “You like to stir up drama by seeing stuff that DOESN’T EXIST”

She strides over to the couch in an attempt to avoid the conversation. She adores Loki and she’s ecstatic over the fact that he’s back but no, she didn’t like the conversation they were having.” You can’t run from your feelings forever, Geneva” she scoffs and snaps back “And you can’t run from people by faking your death all the time. Besides, I’m not running, I’m just pushing them to the side and not talking about them ever. But that doesn’t matter cause we need to catch you up on things that happened.”  

A while into Geneva and Loki’s “Reunited Office Marathon” (the only reason for it being “It’s been a while and who doesn’t love The Office?”), Loki finally says “Geneva,” prompting her to look up at him with raised eyebrows. He continues “you are aware that you kinda just confessed your feelings about Peter to me right?” She nods and asks “Can I tell ya a secret?” He nods and she becons him to lean closer with her finger. “I actually trust you, despite your title.” She whispers. He smiles greatly with a “Thank you, Geneva”  and kisses the back of her hand. She giggles at the sudden gesture and nods, softly saying “Of course. You’re my insomnia buddy and there’s a lot of night thoughts that will eventually come out one way or another.”

There was a comfortable silence between the two friends before Loki finally breaks it with “He actually locked you in the closet?” She cracks a small smile that quickly fades upon the flashes of memory coming back to haunt her. “Yeah,” she starts “It’s kind of hard to think about still, which is pretty stupid, honestly but I don’t like thinking about it” A single tear runs down her face when her mind races around the feelings during and following what happened. “This is all your fault” she told herself. “If you would’ve broken out in time, you could’ve gone with them and saved them. You could have been with Peter and stopped him from leaving. You don’t deserve these abilities. You don’t deserve the Stark name.”

    “Geneva stop it” Is always the phrase that snaps her out of her thoughts. This time, it came from Loki. She wipes the tears from her face “I’m not that loud am I?”. He shakes his head. “Sorry” she mumbles. “Hey” he grabs her hands and looks her in the eyes “Talk to him. He’s worried about you. It’s not telekinesis but just good body language” She nods and whips out her phone to text Peter

    Peter’s phone buzzes while he’s watching Star Wars with Ned and his cheeks heat up once he sees who it is

Geneva Stark✨ Hey… is now a good time to talk?

“Who’s that?” Ned inquires. Peter looks up, snapping out of his trance. “Geneva” he says, cheeks heating up at just the thought of her. “You don’t know her” He continues, “She’s from the internship”. Ned’s eyebrows raise and he says “Peter, I don’t know what happened to you when you were stuck, wherever you were but, Geneva Stark is just a myth. The hack on Stark Industries, Tony Stark having an orphaned niece, they’re all rumors.” Peter just shakes his head and laughs. A good chunk of people doubted Geneva existed because that’s how Tony preferred it. He ignored Ned’s beliefs due to the (obvious) proof Peter has seen and texted Geneva back.

Peter Parker🕷 Yeah! What’s on your mind? Is everything alright?

Within a minute Peter’s phone buzzes again

Geneva Stark✨ Idk. I just need distractions rn

Peter Parker🕷 Well I don’t know if this makes you feel better or worse but Ned is still convinced you don’t exist

Loki had left the room, leaving Geneva on the couch, alone. She was in tears as her mind raced back and forth, circling from one thing to the next. She gripped her hair trying to calm her thoughts down as tears escaped her eyes without hesitation until she noticed her phone buzzing, signifying Peter texting her back. She looked at her phone, studying the goofy picture of him for his contact photo and then the text. She smiled as more tears rushed down her cheeks. This was the thing telling her that everything was going to be okay and for a short amount of time, she actually believed it.

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Getting to Know You Meme

          Disclaimer: I’m French. A little bit fluent in english but not enough. In case of any mistakes: my sincerest apologies, loves. ~  (to the ones I tagged, don’t feel obliged to read this enormous post, I don’t want you to die of old age in the process)                                                                                

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Name: Justine

Nickname: Basically I beg people to call me Tiva. Because Tiva means so much to me, it represents who I truly am, whereas Justine... became with time what people superficially think of me, and nothing else. A false, truncated picture, that I don’t want to be forced into.

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Gemini (according to the ‘real’ horoscope, the one taking in consideration the change in the stars) (not that I care very much, sincerely) (this kind of things occur to me as only vaguely amusing) (amusing enough, though, I did spent two days barely sleeping while learning as much as I could on everything linked to the occult) (aaaand here we are, the rambling’s starting)

Height: 1m70 or 1m72, I don’t really know anymore, 5′7″ or 5′8′’

Sexuality: Mmmha. I think it’s something along the lines of “Demi-pansexual, sapioromantic (yeah it’s supposed to be only about sexuality but sexuality alone bores me so ush), as well as ‘’in questionning’’, regarding to more specific aspects/preferences in both types of relationships (sexual and romantic)” And that was one long-ass definition of my orientation. I do love to listen to the sound of my own voice... or read the words of my own making, should I say to be more specific. (hu)

Hogwarts house: Slytherin, ‘cause I have high standards for myself, thank you very much. ~ (I’m really being a smart-ass in this answer, am I not?) I feel very close to Ravenclaw as well, because I’m a pedantic piece of an intellectual, a dedicated reader, prone to obsession.

Favorite Animal: Lynx. They’re damn fascinating. Seriously. Ravens are yummy too. And octopus. And ants. And I’m practically stepping out of the animal realm but not really, since ants are kinda in the middle. Duh, I better stop here then.

Average hours of sleep: Depends on how anxious I am. Insomnia is never too far away. Ideally I need 10 hours of sleep to be functionning (I’m Albert Einstein sleeping pal) (don’t judge me, this is my only pride in needing that much sleep, otherwise it’s a complete nightmare in our society, I know exhaustion all too well, and it is constantly threatening to kick me to the grounds and destroy my silly little attempts at existing).

Dogs or cats: BOTH ! If I ever survive through my first steps as an adult (I’m just realistic, shit happens without warning, I prefer to keep that in a corner of my head to be as ready as one can possibly be.) Yep. I think I’ll get  both. Definitely. A dog will allow me to maintain a healthy life routine. A cat will be a soothing presence. I probably NEED both, indeed.

Blankets you sleep with: Basically : Burry me under blankets, especially around my neck (my weak point, anyone trying to reach my neck, beware, you won’t like my reaction, unless I invited you to do so, and even then you’d better be extra careful, letting my neck go vulnerable like that is read as a life-death situation by my stupidly excited brain’s cells), and I’ll be happy. (If you remember the beginning of that sentence you’re brilliant and I’m instantly proposing to you. Anyway if you’re still reading this, I congratulate you, I really am unable to say anything consistant without constantly digressing and adding a profusion of details. I’d apologize but this is my definition of fun).

Dream trip: Anywhere inspiring.

Dream job: One word: artist. More words: Actress, writer, director, singer, illustrator... PHILOSOPHER. I just want to think and create. And since we’re talking about dreams, I’d be thrilled to have even the toughest and shittiest job in relation to Doctor Who. Or other TV shows and movies and things I’m obsessed with. I want a place allowing me to observe and meet talented, creative, mesmerizing minds and share with them and feed from them (that came out slightly vampiric, but it’s all about digesting datas) and possibly cooperate.

When I made my blog: My perception of time is terrible. Sincerely. I have no clue. ... Damn. I really don’t know. Four months? Grmbl.

Followers: 56. And I love all of them. Except the bots. I should delete the bots. *slackness intensifies*

Why I made my Tumblr: My first Tumblr, @muzai-unschuld , I made it because I was utterly alone, at home all the time, completely lost in life, and Supernatural had become my number one interest. I needed to see everything, share everything in relation to this, and I had some silly jokes in my head to throw at the hungry fandom. This second blog... more or less the same reasons. I didn’t want to mix the two fandoms (I was starting to and it frustrated my awkward sense of organisation). At some point during the airing of series 10 I felt obligated to open a blog focusing on Missy and twissy because DAMN SHE’S SO GOOD AND THIS PAIRING IS EVERYTHING. As I always do I started to become more and more obsessed to the point of watching a lot of classic Who and other stuff from the extended universe. So the content has been extending to that as well. AND I’M NOT DONE YET. I SHALL NEVER BE.

Reasons for my url: Muzai ‘cause my first blog is called Muzai-Unschuld. Muzai-Unschuld because it’s the name of one of my OC and I used it a long time ago on the internet and I decided to use it again on random. Twissy ‘cause REASOOOONS (I love quoting the name of my blogs, good way to end this rubbish introduction of myself, emphasizes the egocentricity a little bit (as if I didn’t make it obvious enough *wink wink*)). You read everything? Well done. While rereading it I managed to bore myself.

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