#So this is my sense of humor when I'm sleep deprived

[alicornze7]

this is what happens when you get 4 hours of sleep for 3 days straight send help-

I love flirty comedy gangle

(even tho she's so bad at it jsjsdhj)

Oh! And happy women’s day btw, pic is unrelated

[rat-prophetess]

pathologic 2 + text posts because I can't face my actual responsibilities and my brain is broken (part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 jfc because my brain is still broken) [patho classic version, part 1/part 2/part 3/part 4/part 5]

[octopiys]

Some incorrect quotes and scenes for the pies

Roach: *Screams*

Ghost: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Capt. MacTavish: Should we do something?

Capt. Price: No, I want to see who wins.

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Alejandro: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Valeria: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Alejandro: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING RODOLFO WITH ME

Rodolfo, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Price: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife.

Ghost: That's why I carry two knives.

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Soap: I made tea.

Ghost: I don’t want tea.

Soap: ....I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Ghost: Then why are you telling me?

Soap: It is a conversation starter.

Ghost: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Soap: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

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Gaz: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Price, putting his head in his hands: Does anyone in this goddamn team ever think before they speak-

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Graves: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Alejandro: I do have a sense of humor you know

Graves: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Alejandro: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Graves:

Graves: fuck you

Alejandro: fuck you

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Soap, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can’t find a boo.

Ghost:

Ghost: is it because I said I didn't want your tea-

Soap: YES ITS BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU DIDNT WANT MY TEA

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Ghost: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Gaz, just finding out that Ghost is legally dead:

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Gaz: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Price: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Soap: Three of us saw it, Cap. How do you explain that?

Price: *points at Soap* Sleep deprivation. *points at König* Paranoia. *points at Ghost* Delusional personality disorder.

Gaz:

Gaz: damn.

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Roze: What’s something you guys are better than Horangi at?

Hutch: Mario Kart.

O'Conor: Yeah, video games.

König: Emotional vulnerability

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Graves: *Gets down on one knee*

Alejandro: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Graves: *Falls over*

Alejandro: The poison is kicking in.

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Gaz, after falling out of a heli for the third time: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nikolai: I only take cash or credit.

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Soap: Can you keep a secret?

Ghost: Do you know anything about my life?

Soap: No I do not. Good point.

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Gaz: Hey heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this haha-

Roach: What did you-?

Gaz: A MISTAKE WAS MADE

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I just wanna say thank you all sm for 300 followers! You all r loved and I'm not good with responses but I appreciate them all so muck, thank u again :DDDDD

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you.I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything--first myself, then reality, then hope--you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[lifessoshortandsoami]

Late Night

November 2023

"I thought it was only me who couldn't sleep without you," Jungkook murmured, his voice like silken threads against the hushed hum of the night Luna was surrounded with.

Eyes shimmering like moonlit pools, Luna graced him with a smile that could melt the frost from winter's breath. Stretching languidly, she laid her glasses aside, her fingers delicately adjusting the laptop on her lap, its screen casting an ethereal glow upon her face.

Under the soft glow of the laptop screen, Jungkook observed the dark circles that adorn Luna's eyes. A teasing smile played on his lips as he remarked, "You should sleep, I can see those dark circles from the screen."

Luna, ever the flirt, met his gaze with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "They're from me staying up late thinking of you."

Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at her playful banter. "More like staying up late devouring those romance novels of yours."

Luna pouted playfully, her lips forming a mock frown. "How dare you? Those novels are my guilty pleasure. And besides, I miss reading them to you."

Jungkook's heart fluttered at her words, a warm sensation spreading through his chest. He tried to mask his feelings with a nonchalant shrug. "I can't say the same. Those novels are a bit too flowery for my taste."

"Oh, but you secretly enjoy them," Luna teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I can see it in the way you lean in closer, the way your eyes widen when I reach a particularly steamy scene."

Jungkook felt his cheeks flush with heat, his denial caught in his throat. "Nonsense."

Luna giggled, her laughter echoing through the room like a melody. "Don't try to fool me, Koo. I know you secretly adore my storytelling."

He couldn't help but smile, caught in her web of affection and playful teasing. "Fine, I admit it. I do enjoy our reading sessions."

Luna's eyes lit up with delight. "Knew it!" She snuggled into her bed, adjusting the laptop beside her.

Jungkook chuckled, a sense of warmth enveloping him. "What time is it there, Aera?" he asked, his voice laced with tenderness.

Luna's eyes flitted towards the clock on her laptop, "1 AM," she replied, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet night. "What's there?"

"11 AM," Jungkook's voice echoed across the miles, a bridge spanning the vast expanse of time zones.

Luna's heart skipped a beat, a fluttering rhythm akin to the wings of a hummingbird. "Did you sleep well last night?" she inquired, her concern as palpable as the soft moonlight streaming through her window.

Jungkook sighed a sound that waved like an exhausted sprite in the stillness of the night. "Tried to," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of sleep-deprived humor. "It wasn't the best sleep I've had."

With a playful click, Jungkook placed his empty glass on the table, its silence resonating with the unspoken words that hung in the air.

Luna's lips curled into a teasing smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You look cute while sleeping," she declared out of the blue.

Jungkook's eyebrows arched, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "That was so random," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

Luna's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with delight. "But the truth," she countered, her voice a mischievous whisper that carried the weight of countless stolen glances and tender moments observed in the quietude of slumber.

Luna's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, her excitement palpable as she leaned forward, her voice bubbling with anticipation. "Anywho, Koo, guess what's happening in the book I'm reading?"

Jungkook, ever the patient listener, raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Do tell," he encouraged, his voice laced with a hint of intrigue.

"Well, in the story, this girl's boyfriend, the one she's absolutely in love with, calls her from beyond the grave," Luna revealed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Jungkook's jaw dropped, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "After he dies?" he asked, his voice echoing Luna's astonishment.

"Yes!" Luna exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. "It's like, he's calling her from the afterlife, and she can't believe it's real. But here's a thought, what if it's just a hallucination because of the grief?"

Jungkook scratched his head, his mind grappling with the perplexing plot twist. "Hmm, that's a good question," he admitted. "Could be either, I guess. I haven't read the book myself, so I can't say for sure."

Luna's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of disappointment clouding her usually cheerful face.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. Had he inadvertently upset Luna? Was his casual shrug a sign of indifference? Did he seem distant, neglecting her thoughts and feelings?

A torrent of anxious questions swirled in his mind, each one threatening to drown him in a sea of guilt. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Luna's voice cut him off.

"It's impossible though," she declared, her voice firm and unwavering. "The dead can't communicate with the living."

Jungkook's mind, still caught in the whirlwind of his self-inflicted anxiety, paused to reassess the situation. Luna's words, though initially alarming, were not a reflection of her emotions towards him. She was simply expressing her disbelief in the supernatural aspect of the book she was reading.

With a sigh of relief, Jungkook forced a nonchalant smile, attempting to mask his momentary panic. "Oh, right," he chuckled, feigning amusement. "How could he be calling her? Maybe it's a fantasy novel, who knows?"

Luna, her body nestled comfortably amidst her pillows, nodded in agreement, her eyelids fluttering shut. She was exhausted, her mind heavy with the day's events.

Jungkook, sensing her fatigue, gently suggested, "You should sleep, Aera."

Luna's gaze remained fixated on the laptop screen, her eyes tracing the familiar features of the man she had grown to love with an intensity that bordered on obsession. The thought of sleeping without the comfort of his voice, the reassurance of his presence, was almost unbearable.

In a soft, almost pleading tone, she requested, "Can you sing for me?"

Jungkook's heart melted at her sweet request. Without hesitation, he inquired, "Sure, what do you want me to sing?"

"... Hate You," Luna murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She referred to one of his songs from his latest album, a stark contrast to the love that blossomed between them.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, about to point out the irony of her choice, but Luna's words cut him short. "Who's focusing on the lyrics? I just wanna listen to your voice," she explained, her eyes fluttering closed as she pulled the blanket over her, seeking solace in the warmth it provided.

With a warm smile, Jungkook settled into his position, his elbows resting on the table, his chin resting on his hand. His gaze remained fixed on Luna, his eyes filled with an unspoken depth of love.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he cleared his throat, his voice soft and melodious as he began to sing.

"I wish you went... behind my back..." The lyrics flowed from his lips, weaving a tapestry of emotions that transcended the boundaries of the digital realm, his voice a soothing balm to her weary soul.

The moon cast its silvery glow upon Luna's room, illuminating the scene with an ethereal radiance, she drifted off to sleep, lulled by Jungkook's enchanting voice, her heart overflowing with a love that defied all logic and reason.

With a final gentle whisper of "Sweet dreams, love," Jungkook ended the call, his heart brimming with affection for the woman who had captured his soul. The moon continued its silent vigil, casting its silvery light upon the sleeping form of Luna, a testament to the enduring power of love.

[elfy-elf-imagines]

Epiphany | Legolas Greenleaf

▹ Pairing: Legolas x Reader

▹ Genre: Comfort and Fluff

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: War was devastating, you'd known that. And in the aftermath of your first battle, Legolas is there to help you through it.

▹ Notes: I'm back to post my annual oneshot. Will I continue the tradition of disappearing for another year?? Who knows. 🙂🙃

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Death has always been more of a concept than a reality to you. 

Your closest brush with death had been when your grandfather passed away. Yet even as you stood at his wake, tight lipped and dressed in black, you hadn’t felt a thing. He’d been nothing more than an idea in your mind, a singular notch in your family's tree; someone you’d met once or twice when you were too young to cement it to memory. All around you, people wept as they mourned his loss; speech after speech honoring the life he’d lived. You’re mom offered for you to speak as well, but what could you say? Everything you knew had been secondhand. It was easier to disassociate the life that had been lost. 

But that was then.

That had been before you'd been thrown into war and ruin.

Now everything was different, and you hardly recognized your own reflection most days.

It was dizzying, the battlefield you stood in. All was still and quiet as the soldiers gathered their dead. Yet in your mind, phantom images flitted across your eyes, the screams that nearly left you deaf reverberating off the grounds. Listlessly, too stunned to celebrate your survival, you wandered the grounds. Death stung your nostrils, gore and blood staining the grass; these fields would never be quite the same. 

All around you, real people lie dead on the floor. They had families that would mourn and friends that would weep for them. It was a realization no amount of training would have prepared you for. 

You should’ve run back to the keep and avoided the dead bodies that lifelessly stared into the sky. Vaguely, you were aware that the Fellowship was preparing to ride to meet Saruman and strike him from his silver tower. As a member, you should be with them, but you couldn’t keep from drowning in your own guilt.

Swimming in a sea of dead, what did you do to deserve survival? 

It was a thread of thought that was unproductive, yet you couldn’t keep from following it all the same.

As it would, mother nature set the scene for your disparaging rabbit hole. Rain fell from the sky, trying to wash away the horrors of the night. It was useless, the earth would remember, and all flowers would be grown from death. 

Your legs went out from under you, knees sinking into the wet ground, soaked in blood and now rain. Blood and gore, you were caked in it, the crimson staining your hands for eternity. The dark terror you constantly staved away since falling into Middle Earth slowly froze your veins. All the things you’d done to fight it back - deep breathing, counting to ten, and stupid, ditzy humor - finally failed you. 

The reality of the world around you finally set in. 

Eyes wide and brimmed with tears, you stared up at the sky. Unblinking, even as rain fell directly in your eyes, you searched for answers in the clouds but found no answers to satiate the existential dread you couldn’t bury any longer. Sleep deprivation weighed heavily on you, but the adrenaline from the battle kept you wide awake. In the clouds, you searched for an epiphany. Desperate for a glimpse of relief, anything to make sense of the things you’ll see in all future nightmares to come.  

But there was nothing in the clouds, nothing in the sun, and nothing in the sky. There were no answers to your impossible questions. So there you stayed in the fields, frozen by a crisis.

You feared you'd be frozen there forever, turned to ice by the cold of your blood. How fragile life was, and how easily it could be snatched away. Would you be next, another body filling another battlefield?

“Y/N?” His voice was quiet but strong enough to be heard over the chaos in your mind. You didn’t turn, not at first, even as you heard the patter of his footsteps approaching. He did it on purpose, you knew, so light on his feet, he didn’t even imprint on snow. But he wanted you to know he was approaching. It caused a flicker of light to fill your eyes before sorrow doused it.

The smell of pine dampened the sting of death; dread was replaced by memories of unsure touches, quiet words, and a bold kiss before the fight that should’ve killed you both. Only then did you turn your eyes from the sky that seemed too blue for this day. 

Legolas stood behind you, not nearly as grimy as you surely were. Blood and dirt clung to his clothes, mud smeared on the contours of his face, but his eyes shone as bright as the sky above you. He didn’t speak, though the tilt of his head betrayed the questions and concerns he dared to not speak. 

You should be celebrating, you'd both lived to see another day. The budding love between you two wouldn’t be severed by the sharp knife of war, but it was hard to feel joy around so much despair. 

Legolas knelt before you, unbothered by the mud soaking through his pants. He reached towards you, taking one of your hands in his. A stark contrast to your cold body, his hands were warm and soft despite the callouses from decades of fighting.

“How do you deal with all this death?” Your eyes portrayed the desperation you felt. Lost at sea, you found an anchor in Legolas’ soothing presence. He grounded your mind to your body as it threatened to slip into the ether. Still, the questions clawed at your mind. “I can’t--" you shook your head. "I don’t understand how to.”

He paused, deeply inhaling as he pondered your words. “I would like to tell you it gets easier with time, and perhaps in a way it does, the sting not as crippling as the first. Yet I would be remiss to placate you with such words. You do not stop feeling grief in the face of so much death, but simply learn how to move through it.”

As if afraid to ruin the moment if you're too loud, you quietly sighed, visibly deflating at his words. You would learn to move past this grief, as you had when you mourned the life on Earth you’d lost. Somewhere deep in your mind you’d already known that, but hearing Legolas verbalize it only cemented the idea. 

Your eyes flickered to his lips, remembering the way they’d felt on yours, adrenaline and terror making it desperate and rushed. It had left you dazed and addled like a madman afterward. Not even the impending army was enough to crush the light feeling his touch elicited. You wanted to feel his lips again, without death and an army of orcs looming over your heads. 

To feel his lips against yours, with all the time in the world to memorize every curve of his face and inch of his body. But even the relief of evading death wasn’t enough to make you so bold. Uncertainty stayed your hand; doubt that painted the kiss as more meaningful to you than him. That his action was rash and ill-thought, born from the adrenaline of battle.

Yet the look in his eyes made it harder and harder to convince yourself of that.

Legolas glanced down at his other hand, which was closed in a fist, and opened it. Slightly damaged by his tight grip but otherwise untouched, was a wild daisy. It was smaller than daisies found in a garden, with three blooms in various sizes that clung to the stem. So pristine and untarnished, it couldn’t have been found on the fields of Helm’s Deep, at least not recently.

His gaze flickered up to meet yours, an intensity in his eyes that made your mind turn to static. 

“I found a cluster of them shortly before we arrived yesterday. I hoped to give them to you then, but never had the chance.” With a quiet voice, his words were only for you to hear. There was a shy grin on his face, not at all bearing the same insecurities you did.

A grin spread onto your face, a tinge of blush coloring your cheeks. The remnants of dread and terror melted away from the radiance of his smile and the intensity in his eyes.

“I’ve never had someone give me flowers before.” Your voice was as breathless as you’d felt. A simple gesture you’d never been on the receiving end of; it helped you feel grounded in your trepidation. 

“Then allow me the honor of showering you with them for the rest of eternity.” 

His words were bold, his grip on your hand tightening as if to further convey his sincerity. Rendered speechless, you couldn’t have spoken even if you wanted. Legolas had always seemed so shy and reserved in matters of love, but perhaps war brought out the boldness of people. Relief made you as light as a feather, an excitement within you that made you giddy and restless. He cared for you, just as you did him.

A stupid, dumb grin found its way to your face and you nodded, enthusiastically enough it made your headache worse. But no amount of physical pain could dull the glimmer in your eyes. 

Legolas returned your smile, brighter than the sun in the sky. There’d never be another gloomy day, not with Legolas by your side. He was bright enough to spark light in the darkest of days, the only sun you’d acknowledge from then on. 

He reached his hand toward you, gently setting the flowers behind your ears. His fingers lingered on your face, trailing down your cheeks, up your temples, and back down to cradle your jaw. Tingles were left in the wake of his touch, as your heart threatened to stop, but the electricity his touch rendered kept it beating.

The moments you’d both spent in that position were lost to you, time nothing more than an illusion. Mouth dry with anticipation, your eyes flickered down towards his lips again, subconsciously licking your lips in an attempt to moisten them. His eyes lowered to yours as well, both of you locked in a stalemate. 

You couldn't recall who was the cause of it, but the dam was broken, the river water rushing free. Your faces were getting closer by the second. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, his lips feathering across yours. Wide-eyed like a doe, you waited with bated breath. 

Legolas shot forward, his other hand finding a place on your face as your arms wound around his neck. In an instant his lips were attached to yours, so intertwined, it was hard to remember where you ended and he began. 

Just as you expected, this kiss was much gentler and softer, not sharpened by the fear of death. It was full of relief, screaming over and over again ‘thank god you're alive.’ It sent shivers up and down your spine, body numb to anything that wasn’t his touch.

Legolas pulled back, only an inch or so away from your lips, his nose tickled your face.

“Stay with me, after the quest is complete and we can all do as we please, stay with me.”

It was an easy answer, the simplest thing you’d encountered on this quest. Your hands retracted from his neck to hold his face. He leaned into your touch, like a contented cat.

“Wherever you go I’ll follow.” 

If you’d been told the essence of a star had been captured and placed in Legolas as its vessel, you wouldn’t have doubted it for a moment. It sent butterflies through your stomach but also blossomed hope and something worth fighting for. A thousand orcs seemed daunting when only fighting to survive, but those same numbers fade to nothing when you look at him. 

War wasn’t fair, and all too often people who didn’t deserve it died. It was ruthless and terrifying and not at all as glorious as you once believed. 

But for Legolas… for Legolas, you’d fight the armies of Mordor alone for the promise of staying by his side. 

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[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 1 – STONY FAVORITES

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Annie D (scaramouche)

Annie D is a fandom treasure, honestly. Not only is their writing style amazing, but the stories they come up with make me want to just roll around in their brain and soak up the creativity. In a completely chill way, of course.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

The Love Spell

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 16,054 Tags: Getting Together, Light-Hearted, Humor

Summary: Tony wakes up in love with Steve. This is an alarming turn of events, because he wasn’t in love with Steve when he fell asleep the night before. That said, it’s sort of nice? To be in love? He’s enjoying it, anyway.

Reasons why I love it: Tony just tears at my heart-strings in this one. Not because the fic is especially angsty or sad, but because he's so goddamn relatable. I love the way Steve is portrayed in this too, how supportive and caring he is. This fic encompasses a lot of the reasons why I love Stony so much. Definitely give this one a read!

Not a Breakup

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 33,531 Tags: Friends With Benefits, Feelings Realization, Miscommunication

Summary: Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

Reasons why I love it: I really, really love how Annie D manages to make the smut in this incredibly hot, hilarious and sweet, all at the same time. Sleep-deprived Tony is so much fun, and his exhaustion being the catalyst for this whole thing with Steve? Love it. Miscommunication is one of my favorite tropes, and the way it's done in this fic feels very natural. All in all an amazing fic that you don't want to miss!

A Late-Night Snack, and Other Good Ideas

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 12,117 Tags: A/B/O, Heat Cycles, Alpha Steve / Omega Tony

Summary: Steve's heightened senses means that he always knows when Tony's in heat. One night, he finally does something about it.

Reasons why I love it: Their banter in this is just fucking amazing. And I could cut the sexual tension with a knife, which makes it all the more satisfying when it finally implodes. Plus, I'm always a fan of Steve Rogers Is Not A Virgin, so yeah, this ticks a lot of boxes. Definitely give this one a read if you like A/B/O.

Overhaul

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 18,783 Tags: Getting Together, Unrequited to Requited, Character Study

Summary: Steve knows that Tony has feelings for him and, since he doesn’t return those feelings, has been mildly dreading the day that Tony decides to do something about it. When that day finally arrives, Steve discovers that Tony’s wooing strategy isn’t anything at all like he’d expected.

Reasons why I love it: This story gave me so many Tony feels, and then hit me out of nowhere with an equal amount of Steve feels. It's such a fantastic take on their characters, with truly amazing dialogue. If I could take a pen and underline all my favorite parts, every second sentence would be underlined. It's that good. Definitely a must-read!

There's an App for That

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 17,439 Tags: No Powers, Romantic Comedy, Mild Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Thanks to the modern gig economy, Steve is the successful owner of a break-up service, i.e. people pay him to break up with their partners for them. One day, he gets the first break-up request for Tony Stark.

Reasons why I love it: The concept for this is honestly so cool. I've never read another fic quite like it, and I don't think anyone could do it better than Annie D does it here. It's fun and light-hearted for the most part, but when it hits deep, it hits hard. I love all of it, the happy getting-to-know-each-other parts as well as the angsty-punch-in-the-gut parts. The way they end up together feels so natural, it's all really well written. Definitely check this one out!

Stuck in a...

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,005 Tags: A/B/O, Mating Cycles, Alpha Steve / Omega Tony

Summary: Steve gets into a serum-enhanced rut. Tony figures that there’d be a long list of people who’d volunteer to help Steve out, but there’s only one person Steve wants.

Reasons why I love it: Steve almost losing his mind because he wants Tony so much but holding himself back to protect him? Um, yes, please. This fic executes the hormone-riddled alpha trope flawlessly, and the conclusion is hot as hell. Plus, omega Tony is a complete delight. I'd recommend this fic to anyone who likes A/B/O.

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20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @linzerj for this, so without further ado:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On Ao3 I currently have 70 (though that number is going to increase soon), and on ffn (all my oldest stuff) I have 34. (Dear lord I need to eventually move my older stuff to Ao3. Maybe under a secondary pseud at some point... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

201,448

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Looooots of DC stuff, some TMNT, and with my older stuff I also wrote for Sonic, DBZ, Legend of Zelda, FMA, Gargoyles, Peter Pan, and Megaman. (I also have some early-stages fic and plans for Planet of the Apes fics, but I haven't posted any of that yet.)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Head Trauma - One of my earliest Bluepulse OT3 fics. YJA-based; Jaime gets knocked out on a mission and the team gets their first exposure to Khaji Da directly.

Loving an Alien Shouldn't be this Complex - Another Bluepulse OT3. YJA-based; Bart's part in what's intended to be a trilogy of fics about the same circumstances/events. Crushing on Jaime is one thing, but realizing he's crushing on Khaji Da is a whole different ballpark.

If You Think My Truth Is A Lie, You Can Get Bent - Bluepulse OT3 yet again, though background in this case rather than front and center. Mostly YJA-based; Bart is trans, in college, and entirely fed up with an obnoxious classmate who was perfectly fine with him and the fact that he's a guy up until she found out he's trans.

The Weirdness That You Know - Pre-Bluepulse OT3, pre-finding-out-Khaji-Da's-name. YJA-based; During some downtime on base after the events of season 2, Jaime winds up finding out that Bart and Khaji Da are very similar in terms of their sense of humor. The two of them getting along should probably be concerning.

Familia: Not Simple, but Needed - Bluepulse OT3. Mostly YJA-based; What happens when you have a sleep-deprived scarab who stubbornly has stayed awake for about three weeks? Nothing good and nothing the three of them would have ever expected if Khaji Da was coherent enough to think through the consequences of their actions before doing something.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to. Sometimes I wind up replying waaaaaayyyyyy later (when my emotional energy tanks it takes a lot for me to drag myself into talking to people in general, but I try to reply when I'm in a better spot), but if I have my way then I'll eventually reply to everything (unless there's literally nothing else to say).

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would honestly have to be either my Bluepulse OT3 poem I Am Your Loss or my La'gaan-centric fic I Tried To Warn You. I Am Your Loss is focused on Khaji Da outliving Jaime and Bart and all the feelings involved with that, and I Tried To Warn You is an examination of La'gaan's emotionally abusive relationship with M'gann and him coming to terms with the fact that he was manipulated and abused. So yeah. Heavy.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a tough one. The Name That Calls You Home is one contender, along with Fatherhood Isn't Easy, and Trusting Again Can Be The Hardest Thing. Two of those are focused on family and finding home (TNTCYH and FIE), and two are La'gaan-centric (FIE and TACBTHT). So yay for one of my TMNT AUs and two of my La'gaan fics meeting the mark? (Though all three have some painful circumstances that make the good that much more pronounced. Yeah, that was unintentional.)

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

The only time I've ever gotten any 'hate' was someone trying to be pissy about an old poem series I wrote back in highschool because they didn't feel it was a 'serious poetic work' and was 'amateurish'.

That. On character-based poetry. For freaking Sonic characters. Seriously just-

9. Do you write smut?

Almost never. (I can't say never because I did publish one fic on Ao3, but by a lot of people's standards it's really tame.)

10. Do you write crossovers?

I'm not opposed to crossovers, but I very rarely do. Usually I find my mind playing with multiverse iterations of characters meeting each other, but it's very rare my mind goes to wildly different stories getting a crossover-- in no small part because it usually tends to devolve into a case of 'Wouldn't it be cool if these characters met? Look how cool this character is!' in my head with no real decent plot. (That said, thanks to some old RPs with a friend of mine I am fond of Mass Effect's femshep and Voltron's Allura as a ship. It was a chaotic RP. lol)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I know, NOPE. If I'm fortunate it'll never happen.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes actually! Both I Tried To Warn You and Unstoppable Until I Break that I know of. (Unfortunately I can't read Chinese, so finding them on the site they're hosted on is difficult for me, but I do know they're there somewhere.) La'gaan keeps winning. lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Only one, and it's Devilfish. Beneath the Surface was a fun collaboration between me and onyxdragonx back before tumblr's purge in 2018. I have no idea if he left tumblr entirely, but I'm glad we wrote it.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Ngl, it varies by series/franchise and how I'm feeling. I used to be pretty solid in single ships for characters for a long time, but as time has gone by I've drifted more into multi-shipper territory. At the moment though, the one that's eating at my brain the most is Devilfish-- La'gaan/Eddie-- because hell yes for my crack ship.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Maybe it's over-optimistic of me, but I don't look at any of my WIPs as 'abandoned' or as something I'll 'never' complete. Back when I was posting my writing only to ffn I used to joke about my trademarked 'delays of doom'. It's always a case of I will get to said stories eventually and I do work on old things from time to time, but due to shifting interests/life junk/life-junk-that-causes-a-low-creative-battery/etc. it can take me a long time to get back to something.

If I was going to narrow it down to the one that I'm not sure when precisely I'll get back to and is the most likely to take me a while to get back to (more than anything else), then it'd probably have to be an Elfquest fic with Leeta/Cutter/Rayek as endgame. Either that or the Planet of the Apes series kicking around in my head that I haven't quite figured out how to frame yet.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

FEELINGS. Emotions, getting into characters' heads and hitting that emotional gut-punch that makes people feel things.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Aside from my delays-of-doom™️, I can get SO damned wordy. And cerebral. Which isn't always a bad thing if I want my readers to know what's going on in a character's head, but it's a royal pain in the ass if I want to give a decent description of the space characters are in or have actual conversation and events happening while a character is getting lost in their head.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

YES. I WANT. GIVE.

lol Seriously though, while it might be rare for me to write full-blown conversations in a different language, if a character is multilingual then I personally prefer including indications of that with their word choices. Usually that results in an offhand word or several here or there in places where it flows naturally, but unless I'm confident in how things flow with that other language (whatever it is) then I'm unlikely to go for a full on conversation. If I am confident in the translation of what I'm writing and the switch into that other language makes sense for the characters in context then it's highly likely I'll go for it-- albeit with including the hover-over translation thing that Ao3 offers so readers don't have to bounce back-and-forth between where they're at in the story and the translation at the end of the chapter/fic. (Though I don't mind when other authors take that tactic.)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sonic, and though I didn't put any online until 2003, I wrote a whole convoluted series back in middle school and on up into early high school I think (I suspect most of it's lost because it was all on an OLD computer), and even before that I remember a script-styled Sonic fic that I never finished that I was writing back when I was like... 5? ...7? Somewhere in there. Point is my first fandom is from a LONG time ago.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Yeeeeeet another hard one. If I don't cop out with Unstoppable Until I Break and I pull in my older stuff, then I guess it'd have to be Two Sides. It's a Legend of Zelda fic playing with the concept of Zelda and Sheik as simultaneously being and not being the same person, and while I'd probably write it differently now (dear gods I published it back in 2008) I still love the concept and think it's intriguing as hell. Just the very idea of Zelda and Sheik having once been the same person and remembering it in subsequent lives is just... There is a TON of potential there.

Will I ever revisit the idea? Maybe one day. For now, it is what it is.

As for who I'm tagging: @sounddrive, @brightlotusmoon, @radioactive-earthshine, and whoever else would like to do this. n.n

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did you fall in love with spamton on first big shot?

Haha, oh geez.

Honestly, no. My first playthrough of Deltarune Chapter 2 is a blur because I was extremely sleep deprived but determined to play it to the end so it wouldn't be spoiled for me. (Which is a shame tbh, I would have preferred to have taken my time.) I didn't actually get to know Spamton better until my second playthrough.

But I guess learning about him, what kind of person he is, and talking to him... he inspired me. The fact he'd gone through so much, lost so much, but was still determined to live his dreams was just really cool. At the time I was going through some rough stuff and was honesty on the verge of giving up on life. My health was bad, I was about to lose my only source of income, and some bad memories of my past had resurfaced. I was in a bad way and I felt like there was nothing left, and then I met him; someone who literally had already lost everything but was still being himself, still making jokes, talking about the future, trying so hard to make a life despite it all. He's hella amazing ya know? And I wanted to be like him, to not give up, to try and live my dreams too.

The more I have gotten to know him the more I wanted to meet him. And heh, yeah I did fall in love with him, not necessarily romantically, its more like, the love you feel for your best friend, or your pets, or your fave song, or whatever it is you cherish. When you have someone or something that means everything to you, and you want them to be safe, be happy, and to protect them. Thats what I feel. I want him to get the things he's wishing for, a nice future where he's happy. Sorry Im being cheesy, but still true.

And, you wanna know something funny? I'm terrified of ventriloquist puppets. Thank Toy Story, Goosebumps, Round The Twist, Chucky... and other such things for my fear of dolls. Heh, couldnt even own a Barbie as a kid. But I could never be afraid of him, he's too kind. I think there's no one I'd trust more.

Sorry Im rambling... but yeah it wasnt like, instant love for him, I had to get to know him first. And I'm glad I did. Even without all the other stuff he's got going on, he's got a charming personality. I love his sense of humor and how he's kind of a internet nerd. Heh. (^_^)

[luimagines]

*walks in tiredly, offers you a mug of tea, downs my own like a shot, makes it like the Wild 100 years ago* Hey there, hope you're doing well today ^^

Probably long ask so uh, warning and apologies in advance. I'm glad the Lustrous ask was seemingly well received? XD It's just a snippet of a bigger thing, I'm writing a full thing for them when I have the time (along with a series for the Fairy Tale prompts, which I also have snippets of if anyone's interested?) which I'll post later and tag you if you're interested, plus you listened to me basically just come into your little corner of the internet and ramble about a crossover of a series you're not familiar with and LU, so it's only fair since it basically inspired me to keep going, so thank you ^^. Although, uh, Citrine/Little Link won't have a good time, apologies in advance, I blame the evil moon people. Yeah sorry he's probably going to pull a Time or Sky in the bad sense. That was an exchange from a draft of chapter 4 and English is not my first language even though I've been using it more for years, so that's likely why it's off, I apologize for that. Also I promised I'd come here and scream about how much I adore your writing of the boys (and once again, thank you for posting, great pick me up after a rough week that really does make me want to walk right into a Guardian beam, so here we go while I can even if I may need to split this in two if I hit the word limit.

Also the small family with Warriors and Wind is so wholesome, I think I went under from cavities alone (or maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, eh), please let the Link’s have parents and parental figures who stick around and don’t contribute to their trauma universe and Wind and Aryll are definitely up there in both deserving and needing it a lot, had to say I laughed at Warriors not being as thrilled by the crab as someone who makes friends with them and seagulls every time I’m near the ocean, they’re neat little fellas ^^, Poor Legend probably ain’t gonna be thrilled to find one on his clothes though, I know I wasn’t before figuring out how to keep them out, also, Reader comforting Aryll- just yes, also Wind’s grandma is the best I don’t make the rules. Sick Reader is such a mood, the boy's reactions hurt to read though it's really heartwarming how much they care, perfectly in character, 10/10, would definitly die over it again. Reader being good with a bow made me chuckle and smile because the irony of being familiar with a bow and seeing Reader and Wild excited of it reminds me of when I first picked it up, sweet and humorous and I adore it. Four getting a taste of his own medicine- *cackles hard in current Minish Cap player and Manga reader of it and Four Swords* That's what you get for your canonical flirting boy! He was as bad as Warriors and look where it got him XD Also he's so gone for Reader's Colors and Reader in general, it's sweet and just really good, I love it so much, plus the Reader’s colors have so much personality and it’s great. The Fear Room, goodness THE FEAR ROOM. I'm going to need to save it in for another ask because there are so many little details that I adore and I am a sucker for horror and it's too good- 20/10, would scare my poor dog again over my pain and elation.

Reader accidentally spilling who’s their favorite (and suffering as a result) also makes me cackle and smile a lot, it’s soft and sweet and each Link being so elated by it is literally so sweet (though Time, Wild, and Twilight literally murdered me during that segment, not a bad cause of death all things considered, but how dare all Link’s be so sweet? Like I’m already dead here, shoveled dirt into my box and everything, no need to try finishing me off), na interesting detail is how Hyrule and Legend both have the almost immediate reaction of asking why, dunno if it’s intentional or not but it’s a very neat touch, like you don’t have to elaborate but either way they’d happy if you did decide to which reflects really well with their characters. Four overreacting the second Reader takes it back (be smothe, smithy boy, specially so you don’t plot), Sky being sweet but oh so oblivious and basically killing Reader and Warriors being flattered, Wind just being triumphant in general and wanting to make Reader smile, Wild basically getting a critical hit in, Twilight and Time existing, it’s just so nice and I am soft. Plus the consistent and cackle worthy betting always makes me wheeze.

Speaking of betting, the Link’s being so gone for a tall S/O is both hilarious, consistency I greatly appreciate and a mood, plus the lines where definitely on point for sudden hilarity (“They got family?” “They took all your height” “And ours too-“ “Twilight wondering why he got none of that” absolutely sent me, great pick me up after a generally bad time existing), and all of them being soft and just so happy their S/O is in their lives and how they can show them off when meeting in each Hyrule is really wholesome, plus the consistent betting and friendly teasing which really sells how they are as close as brothers is really nice to see.

Soft Fierce Deity, honestly the main thing I can say coherently is that if the favorite scenario, and then the meeting scenarios slayed me, then this man came into my house and stole all my bones before killing me again in a good way because I am too soft, I have a really soft spot for the Fierce Deity, and the way you write for him is great and we usually don’t see much for him in any corner of the Zelda (or adjacent) Fandoms, it’s in character sure because Nintendo has a tendency of mentioning deities in Zelda or Link variants and then just refusing to elaborate, but it always makes me happy to see people write stuff for him among other things, 50/10.

How to Be a Heartbreaker delights me, always nice to see Warriors being the flustered one instead and his and Reader’s banter (and Twilight cameo) gives me life, I could probably write a small essay on why it delights me so much, but again word limit so let’s move on, maybe during another ask or something.

... Actually maybe I should save the oneshots for another individual ask, more organized that way.

Anyway, onto there’s only one bed! Also know as, Wild killing me with cackling that had my dog nuzzling me with concern and being my spirit animal all in one go, never change Wild Child, knew there was a reason you managed to bring me back to the Zelda fandom, me trying and failing not to be soft for Warriors, soldier boy deserves good things and it’s really sweet how much he cherishes reader, and me and Legend having the same trauma (aka KOHOLINT, if I could I’d fistfight the Windfish, I can’t go to the beach without a seagull being nearby and remembering Marin, specially with the friendly ones who actually come by just to stare and chirp for a while and it hurts), the fact he doesn’t want Reader to look down on him, because he doesn’t want them to leave him like how he basically lost or was left by most people in his life, the correlation with when he was stranded at sea, Reader comforting him- Just yes, bless the veteran. Flustered Reader is also my spirit animal, and cat Reader delights me to no end,  thank you once more for the wonderful contente and all your work in the fandom!

Also, while the urge to nap has not yet claimed me yet (and with hopefully the Tumblr wordcount not vibe checking me), I saw an ask about Time/Mask/Sprite with a resistance leader s/o? May I raise an idea/au of this au that’s been haunting me every second when I’m not doing anything much? Resistant Leader in the pre-timeskip timeline (aka The Child Timeline) started out as a Terminan Thief, that’s why Mask didn’t run into them when first going to get the Master Sword, they haven’t left Termina yet. The first contact Mask had with them after the timeskip was when they stole his wallet as a Deku Scrub, ran from him on the second day and then vanished on the third day. After the loop starts Thief/would be Resistant Leader Reader is somehow always just there, stealing random stuff from him and generally making his life harder (he would like to know how they snatched the Bunny Hood from his head and the Gilded Sword without him noticing, please? But Thief Reader definitely ain’t going to start divulging tricks of the trade) but always vanish on the third day before he can really stop them to talk, so honestly done and just really wanting to know why someone he remembers as this really amazing, confidente and badass leader would be acting like this (because it honestly doesn’t seem in character, given they were fighting Ganon for so long and stalled him several times on his search for Link) and just really missing a friend and being tired of these loops, he manages to follow them, maybe Reader was in a spot of trouble with other thieves and couldn’t get out of it unless they stole a certain quantity of rupees or rare items, and by the final day they snap and that’s why Link doesn’t see them (maybe the Gorman Brothers? If Reader spoke out and maybe tried using one of his stolen weapons to have a go at them for attacking Cremia and Romani if they’re close, although it’s generally ambigous, maybe it could be someone from Ganon’s former band of thieves who ran to Termina, and that’s why they became a Rebellion Leader in the timeskip? They couldn’t leave, saw what Ganon was going to do to Hyurle went, “Hm. Don’t really like that!” and probably fought their way out, maybe getting other thieves to speak up and rally together as well and it just escalated?) Either way, Mask sees what’s happening and that they probably can’t get out of it alone like usual and helps them because that’s HIS friend lord darn it he hasn’t seem them in forever and thought he wouldn’t ever see them again, the first familiar face since maybe Lullaby and Malon he’s seen in a while, he isn’t leaving them behind (casually raising my headcanon of Fae possesiviness being Time’s fault in the bloodline if we want to figure out where Hyrule’s came from, because the Kokiri are basically another branch of Fae and have fairies near them), and as thanks they not only give him his items of whichever loop his in back but maybe something of their own as well to remember, and help him out with the rest of the tasks or a temple (probably by somehow getting him the dungeon item, or a few dubiously acquired potions ahead of time), but if he had to reset they get caught up in it and actually remember the previous loop, given the way they just SPRINTED through Clock Town on the first day and instead of being subtle like always to steal something, they just bowl him over in a glomp and start checking him over, breaking the pattern.

Cue a bit of panic, several explanations and either an ear pull, cursing or stealing of rupees and holding masks hostage as revenge (and the threat of leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back if he tries stopping them from helping, oh you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve done this now? And don’t want me to get hurt? Well too bad I am not letting you do this alone, News flash, technically I’ve already been hurt I’m not losing the one person who bothered to help me), and now he has an impromptu loop buddy to help him out even if it’s through questionable means after they usually deal with whichever other thief is around first. Maybe if after he defeats Majora and goes to leave he doesn’t tell Thief Reader, assuming they don’t want to come with since he’s caused them a lot of trouble and they’re technically free to do as they please now, only he can’t, because Thief Reader absconded with two more things of him: One of his earring’s, and the Fierce Deity Mask, which they are cheekily  waving to show off to him atop Clocktower, the earring on their own ears. (And seriously? HOW?!) Shenanigans ensue, maybe a chase or two, and Mask acquires himself a travel companion on top of Epona, Tatl and Tael on his search for Navi.

And honestly? Chaotic and bullheaded as they are and probably something of a magpie to boot, he wouldn’t have picked anyone else. You can hold your own and you’ve been ride or die with him twice over now, if that isn’t a sign you’re sticking around he doesn’t know what is.

Or something, idk, I’m running on three hours of sleep, maybe someone with more energy can expand on this into the War of Ages later or I’ll do it myself (Wind would have the best/worse role model ever, given ya know, Pirate and really light footed, feather touched and chaotic thief, Warriors is having heart attacks every five seconds even if he has to admit that when Thief Reader is going for soldier’s who talked badly about him, Mask, Wind, Ravio or Zelda is the most hilarious thing he’s ever seen and that one time they stole Cia's staff and were going to bash her over the head, Ravio is probably side eying them the whole time or seeing a business opportunity, Artemis and them trade tips due to her Sheik alter ego and both Mask and Warriors have to drag them away from one another, the possibilities are endless). I just find the idea of the Link’s with any morally dubious, but clearly cares a lot and wouldn’t hesitate to cut or bite someone for them amusing. Gives way for some interesting dynamics, like say Twilight and cattle raider reader (aka the cowboy/wild west themed rivalry au that I will not elaborate on), or Warriors with an Assassin Reader, or Wild with a mercenary reader, the possibilities are infinite folks.

Also also, if for some reason Mask and Thief Reader got separated before LU, and they reunite as Time and Still a Thief but much closer to their Rebellion Couterpart Reader. And their reunion basically goes like that one Puss in Boots, or the Lion King one scene: Thief Reader: *Holding dagger to throat, teeth bared as they just managed to steal the Fierce Deity Mask for the 10987th time from this strange man they don’t recognize after he gave chase, pauses for a couple of seconds in disbelieving, shocked recognition, dropping the blade*... Link?

Time: *Also in fight mode and ready to kick the attacker off of him and getting the mask back, actually takes a good look at their face and pauses in shock, long dead hope suddenly burning again, hesitant* (... Reader)? Thief Reader: *Not even hesitating to throw themselves at him in a hug with a slightly teary laugh* LINK! Time: *hugging them back just as tight, still somewhat in disbelief* (Reader).

Thief Reader: *pausing as they notice the Fierce Deity’s marks, flashbacks to all the times they told Mask not to over do it on the battlefield with it because they saw how much it hurt and affected him even if the Deity is pretty chill with them, chillingly livid as they level the tone at him, you know the one, pulling at one of his ears* ...Link.

Time, Knowing he is in danger as he recognizes that tone: ... (Reader). *wisely stays silent as they smack him hard on the shoulder and starting the lecture of a lifetime, silently glad Malon also isn’t here because she’d probably join you, but also just glad you’re even here to lecture and get mad at him in the first place after so long* The Chain, watching all this drama and telepathy display go down and who just wanted their stolen stuff back: I can just imagine the sheer confusion and bewilderment as to how Time knows this seemingly random thief who stole their stuff and would have probably dipped sucessfully if not by somehow getting Wild’s Slate, the Fierce Deity Mask and almost all of Legend’s rings at the same time and why they’re arguing like an old married couple about self care of all things. Most amusing reactions probably going for Twilight, Wild, Legend, Warriors and Wind. Or something, i’m probably not making much sense.

Anyway, I’ve probably bothered you with my rambling enough for one day xD Thank you once again for all your work in the fandom, maybe I’ll have more stuff on Lustrous reader or even Vessel reader next I’m by but until then, thank you ^^.

-Signed, Just a Tired Anon on A Stroll 🐚.

Anon!!! Hello again!!

NOT MY BOY LUCKY DX NOT LITTLE LINK!!!!! WHAT DO MEAN BAD TIME LIKE TIME AND SKY?!?!?!

But also, please tag in anything. I'm so intrigued and I want more fairytale stuff. Go ahead. XD

I'm glad you like the oneshots! Please tell me more of your thoughts on the Fear Room o.o I'm not big on horror so I'm glad it got the terror across ^.^*

And Fierce Deity and How to be a Heartbreaker and other because I want to hear all your thoughts. XD

And what do you mean Twilight- wild west au- rivalry?!?!? Hello!!?!??! You can't just drop that and say you won't elaborate!!!!

But this idea with theif! Reader is a good one :D

Clearly, you put a lot of thought into it and there's just so much potential.

The boys are all awkward and shuffling in the background as Time gets scolded because they're not sued to the leader cower back like that and even then he's not even trying to defend himself at this point and they're just staring. "....Who is this person?"

"No clue, but the Old Man finally got what was coming to him."

"I feel like my parents are fighting."

"I know them..." Warrior sighs. "I guess they haven't change at all."

Multiple heads turn to look at him.

He puts his hands up. "I'm not saying anything."

[make-me-imagine]

Congrats on 8.5k!!!! 🎈 🎉 🎈

Can I please request ships for Shadow & Bones and the vampire diaries?

I'm 5'6, auburn hair, more on the curvy side.Quieter for the most part but don't have an issue throwing a punch if need be. I'm a gryffindor and very much the caretaker position of any group.Dark sense of humor at times but always down to support someone if they need a shoulder and will fight for someone I care about.I'm always looking out for everyone else and playing peacemaker whenever I can.

I love reading any books with apocalyptic themes or witchy themes. I like writing also. I have one necklace I always wear and if I try going without it I feel naked. Constantly sleep deprived so I run on energy drinks, chocolate and sass most of the time. Controlled chaos is my specialty.

Pretty decent at baking, love full moons and thunderstorms. Playlist ranges from heavy rock to rap with pop and country sprinkled in. If I call someone a dork it is the highest term of endearment and I end up accidently calling most people honey or babe (thanks to being a southern girl that accent bleeds through with every word lol) firmly believe in the saying to be nice first because if you're an a-hole first no one believes the nice. I love thunderstorms and night time. If given a chance 10/10 I'm checking out the haunted places. At the moment I only have 2 tattoos but I have 5 more I want to get.

Hi! Thank you!

I hope you like them :) You didn't mention a gender preference, so I went with men, I hope that is okay.

Shadow and Bone:

I ship you with Matthias

Matthias admires you strength and caring/loyal attitude towards people. He doubted you at first, but never underestimated you again once he saw just how great and strong you were. Your sassy side amuses him and he often teases you just to bring it out.

You made him nervous at first because he was not used to being around women who were "like him". Your sense of humor and general demeanor confused him, but it grew on him fairly quickly to the point where he began to adore every part of you.

He loves whatever you bake/cook, and compliments your skills. Oh, and he melts when you call him any sort of pet-name (darling, honey, babe, etc).

Runner Up Ship: Kaz

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TVD:

I ship you with Elijah

Elijah appreciates those who will fight for their family and friends, and admires this trait in you. He finds your mixture of southern charm, hidden fortitude and kind heart fascinating.

When you first met he was very confused and intrigued by you and the more he got to know you the more he fell for you.

He is protective of you, knowing you could stand up for yourself when needed, but he likes watching out for you. It's part of his love language.

I headcanon you are a witch in this universe (maybe even a heretic descendant?) So Elijah admires your power and abilities, and will protect you from those who may want to harm you.

Runner Up Ship: Alaric

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

sluuurp Mmm Good Soup

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sk3PrL6 by quotidian_void Two dumbasses cook food. Words: 2246, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Robin (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Good Sibling Tim Drake, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Being a Little Shit, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are Siblings, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Bonding, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, i'm so proud of my child he actually asks for one!, Touch-Starved Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Bad at Self-Care, Author Is Sleep Deprived, we match ✌🏽, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Dick Grayson is a Gift, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Alfred Pennyworth is So Done, Touch-Starved, Cooking, Bad Cooking, to be specific, the most horrible of cooking which breaks all laws of chemistry and perhaps even physics, Soup, Chicken Soup, cant believe those two are tags but it makes sense, guess who's gonna go and binge those tags now, Protein Soup, Vomiting, (not graphic), Dumbasses, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Crack, complete crack not even treated seriously, No Plot/Plotless, Fluff without Plot, like none at all, i was low on sleep when i wrote this, so you might either find a masterpiece or a goop of words, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Family Fluff, Humor, Brotherly Love, Brothers, Brotherly Bonding, Brotherly Affection, Little Brothers, Big Brothers, Sibling Bonding, Adopted Sibling Relationship, no beta we die like tim and dick's braincells read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sk3PrL6

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Portal to Where?

by, Honey_And_Bee by Honey_And_Bee When Aladdin said "I can show you the world" he only mentioned one. So what is this?! When two friends are thrown through the multiverse, only disaster can follow. Watch as they attempt to fix the mess they didn't sign for. ___________________________________ The Pov will switch between the two OCs every chapter. There won’t be any ships outside of directly canon ones. This fic is also on quotev under the same name. Our updating schedule will not exist as both authors have ADHD and no sense of time. We apologize but we cannot change this. Other than that buckle up, and enjoy the ride. It's gonna be a long one. Bye ya'll! Words: 2824, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Young Justice (Cartoon), The Mandalorian (TV), Avatar: The Last Airbender, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach, Doctor Who, Sherlock (TV), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Newsies (1992), One Piece (Anime & Manga), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Minecraft (Video Game), Supernatural (TV 2005), Haikyuu!!, Five Nights at Freddy's, original universe - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Pretty much everyone from the fandoms tagged Relationships: Miraculous Ladybug cast & Original Characters(s), Clone Troopers & Original Character(s), Various Star Wars characters & Original Character(s), Various MCU characters & Original Character(s), Various DCU characters & Original Character(, Avatar: The Last Airbender cast & Original Character(s), My Hero Academia cast & original character(s), LEGO Ninjago cast & original character(s), Various Pokemon characters & original character(s), The Hobbit cast & original character(s), Various Harry Potter characters & original character(s), Various Ouran High School Host Club characters & original character(s), The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom cast & original character(s), Five nights at Freddy’s security breach cast & original character(s), Various Doctor Who characters & original character(s), Various Sherlock characters & original character(s), How to Train Your Dragon cast & original character(s), Newsies (1992) Characters & original character(s), One Piece Characters & Original Character(s), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Ensemble & Original Character(s), Minecraft characters(?) & original character(s), Supernatural (TV) Characters & Original Female Character(s), Haikyuu!! Ensemble & Original Character(s), Five nights at Freddys characters & original character(s), Original Character & Original Character Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Panic Attacks, Cussing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Multiverse, This tags were done by someone with dyslexia, I'm Bad At Tagging, Inconsistent updates because both authors have ADHD, I’m warning you now this is a long fic, The OCs are my children be nice, Breaking the Fourth Wall, English is dumb, Author Is Sleep Deprived, and by author is sleep deprived I mean Bee is sleep deprived because my sleep schedule is wonderful, this fic operates on the LaCroix of canon, Schrödinger’s cannon if you will, I’m telling you right now that the main characters do NOT end up in any romantic relationships, they do get to simp tho, Ao3 is being weird and says that this only has one chapter, I promise this fic is more than one chapter by a lot read : https://ift.tt/fYKwPBj - August 15, 2023 at 09:02PM

[dzpenumbra]

3/27/23

I have to be brief here tonight. Who knows if I actually will be, I rarely am. But like... this is the third night in a row that I've been sleep deprived and thinking to myself "I really need to take advantage of this to reset my sleep schedule". And now... I'm just starting this and it's 12:45. Rather than like... 4.

I woke up after 5 hours of sleep from a nightmare. Not viscerally intense, just... generally upsetting, unsettling. I was talking with my former "friend" K who... has always had one form of drug problem or another. Hunger, self-control issues, that kinda thing, I guess. Chasing endorphin dumps her entire life. Hedonism, I guess, mostly drugs and sex.

I have no idea why I was friends with her, looking back. I was straight edge, I was a skateboarder. I guess we just had a similar sense of humor and she represented a lot of the bohemian things I wanted to explore in life. Specifically the spiritual stuff - at that age, ghost hunting, ouija, stuff like that - and the craft stuff. She always had hemp necklaces and tie dye shirts and cool glass beads and shit. That side of life, which she was directly tapped into, which was completely absent from my life... was so influential and appealing to me that many components of that life are still major components of my life to this day.

But she would constantly get herself into trouble. Constantly overspending, constantly using harder and harder drugs, constantly hooking up with people... often for those drugs, or just in the presence of them. Though I remained aloof to a lot of it, and kept my nose out of the stuff I did know about. I wanted nothing to do with it. I had male friends like that too, I just... changed the topic whenever they brought it up. It's not my thing and it's very awkward for me, not something I was used to at all and it would make me very uncomfortable. I am very one-on-one, I focus my attention on one person at a time, in all respects of life. It's just how I function, and how I get the most satisfaction in life, and for me, it produces the best results by far. Instead of giving 10 people 5% of my energy, I give one person 50% of my energy. And that... just means a lot more to me, even if it does hurt tremendously to lose those bonds. Or have them taken advantage of.

In this dream, K was younger. I don't know when this was supposed to take place, but it was before the "homeless arc", when I saw her last. Again, when I last saw her... she was smoking some form of hard drug by the river in the park where I used to go pretty much every day. She looked like a literal skeleton. As long as I've known her (since she was like... 17?) she was overweight, but I could like... see her damn cheekbones. I literally did not recognize her.

I was at the river to visit the spot where I spread my dog's ashes. And she was there smoking crack or something like 10 yards away. And she told me she lost custody of her 5 kids, and was facing criminal charges in another state for smuggling fentanyl across state lines. And told me a lot of horror stories. As I just stood there like a deer in headlights, she just dumped Requiem for a Dream-level stories on me one after another. And... it broke me. For real. I was terrified. I didn't go back to the river for like a week, and when I did, I was looking over my shoulder the whole time. I didn't want to leave my house. I was scared. She knew where I lived at the time. I was scared to sleep. I didn't know if her or her fucked up drug friends might come by my house and try to break in and steal my shit.

I remember when I walked back from the river to my car that day - very fast, mind you - I had one hand in my pocket the entire time, holding my keys between my fingers like Wolverine claws. A tip someone taught me way back as like... improvised self defense if you're in a city. It fuckin shook me.

In this dream though, I was just... once again... trying to show her the potential she has. And it ended right around when I was very directly emphasizing that she was a slave to the drugs, really. She worked for them, not the other way around. That she's always been an addict, and that's just what it is, and at some point you really have to accept that to be able to move forward and actually have a life. Because there are tools out there to make it work, there are addicts that live functional lives. It is possible. But it doesn't happen on its own, you have to fucking want it. I didn't get that far into explaining to her, I'm just elaborating here, I basically broke the news that drugs have been ruling her entire life and she decides when that ends. And then I woke up upset.

I didn't record the dream. I don't know why. I think I immediately went into analysis-mode instead of short-term memory recall mode, and ended up losing the memory milestones.

5 hours of sleep, then just decided to get up. Today I kept it really low-key. A lot of Valheim. I put together this thing that mounts my computer to my desk that my mom got me... 2 of? For some reason? But now my mouse is all wonky, I think the desk interferes with the wireless signal. I think I'm overdue for a mouse-keyboard upgrade anyway. I recorded some music, which was pretty good. Rounded out the night with some Session. Avoided Twitch. And now... I think I'm gonna try to get to bed at a decent hour.

I hope I can get to the skatepark tomorrow. Maybe it's just the sleep deprivation, maybe it's the isolation, but I'm starting to get pretty deeply depressed. That whole "not really enjoying anything I'm doing, feeling like I need to be doing literally anything else, but nothing specifically I want" feeling? Yeah, it was big today, still is. Stress and depression, most likely. Exercise will be good. Being around people who are hopefully chill will be good.

I have a lot of things piling up on the To-Do list, so... tomorrow might be a big one. It all depends on how the night goes. And honestly, I can't really remember the last time I went to sleep when it was dark out, so... I have no idea how this is going to go. Fingers crossed.

Positive Note - I watered my orchid, I'm still shocked that thing is still going strong. And I'm pretty well settled on the astrology chart for the back of the hoodie, but I didn't do any work on it today. It'll happen when it happens. :)

[girlwithwolftatoo]

The Corinthian with an s/o who's blind -headcanon

(I'll try to keep this gender-neutral 'cause there's people saying Corinthian is gay but others say he's pansexual so, dunno, just enjoy)

He was looking for targers, as usual, someone to his centuries-refined likes. Night was young and he felt free to pick among some nice candidates.

Finally he got his -well, senses on you. Sitting by a table, looking shy and staring at the frantic crowd with this faded smile. He had some appetite for a calmed victim, and you seemed to fit on that.

Doesn't hesitate and approaches you with his best smile. "Evening, waiting for someone?" You cocked your head to him, he sounded kind. "Yes, my friend went for a drink, thanks for asking".

And then he notices... Your iris and pupil are so foggy they look almost white, and at your side there's a cane. You're blind.

This is an interesting situation, is not like you lack of eyes, you just... cannot see with them. He hasn't eaten blind eyes before, he's used to inflict panic by the sight, so... you look like a new challenge.

He manages to act so charming towards you and your friend you don't suspect anything about his true colours. He even offers to take you to your place when party's over, and to your friend, is a good chance they can have their own shcedule with that cute bartender they met.

You don't have any reason to be affraid of this new pal, he's such a gentleman you even blush. You're very kind, you invite him to come in because you notice is about to rain. That's exactly what he wanted, who cares if that friend of yours saw him, he knows how to dissapear...

But he just shuts the door after a gentle farewell and walks away. He slowly realizes he let you go, though you were at his grasp... why?

You receive a phone call some days later. "Good day, dear (Y/N), forgive the dash, I asked your friend for your phone number, do you remember me? We chatted at the club some nights ago..." "Wait, Corey? (yeah, he gave you that fake name, he's a nightmare but his imagination isn't like top tier stuff) Hi! Yeah, I remember you..."

You arrange a new meeting for a lunch. You talk and have a good time. He finally asks the question -about you coming with him to his place of course. You're not very sure about it but ends up accepting with the condition of him "keeping hands off" when you say so.

"Don't you think I'm a nasty perv, do you?" he chuckles at his own joke.

You spend the night in a cute department (the owner isn't in the city, he just crashed, obviously) eating some chinesse food, listening music, cuddling...

Oh, you're so close, so vulnerable, he can listen your heart beating slowly as sleep finds you. He could simply insert a finger in your eye socket and do his stuff... your giggles turned into screams of pain an horror, it'd be so...

No.

"I know what you're thinking" you suddenly say "Now you read minds?" "Go on, you can ask" He gulps. Of course he knows what you're talking about. "Forgive me, how did you...?" he whispers, staring at the empty eyes you manage to hold pretty near to his face.

You tell your story, about how it is being blind. You have grown a sense of humor around it, talking about how every date you've had were basically "blind dates" and more jokes about it. He finds it amusing, a human being making fun of their own tragedy is something he isn't used to contemplate. Everybody take for granted their life is right and fears for pain and disease, and then there's you, living your best despite being deprived of something so esencial.

And he grows an interest in that. And he skips his plan and lets you live one more night. And then other, and other.

He goes to more dates with you, leaving you at your pace though sometimes he acts like a guide dog. When you're alone, he isn't affraid to take his glasses off, and even allows you to explore his face with your hands. "Woah, you're handsome" "It's all in the viewer..." he says and you both laugh.

Eventually he gives up with the eye-eating thing. There's something comfortable in being with you, perhaps because you cannot "see" his flaws, perhaps because your joy for life seems genuine to him. He holds onto you, literally and figuratively, like a chance to experiment other forms of pleasure. Something the Lord of Dreams won't take away from him.

[wishesunderthestars]

Wow that was a big sad boi. Anyways my favorite part of Eunioa (am i spelling it right? Sorry I'm sleep deprived) is most definitely how the characters seem so real. They have their own personality and struggles and ways to deal with them. A few particular plot points that i LOVE are when Namjoon says that the reader is pack instead of defining it as some particular relationship. Labels can go suck ass. Second is that one scene where all of them are having dinner when Sope are new to the house. Somebody drops water on the reader and they keep laughing. I love how Hoseok slowly joins in after seeing it's safe to do so. I still remember the line! "I swear he has the sense of humor if a 5 year old"! Your works truly give me a lot of comfort. You can never expect what the reader will think of your work. You must only write. There's a saying in my native language: "Just do your deed and don't worry about the result". If we don't do something worrying it might end up wrong, we'll also miss the possibility where it ends up very very right

Thank you so much, I really needed this 💜 I'm surprised that the dinner scene is a plot point that you remember that well. Although personally I know why that scene is important and I really adore it, I didn't expect anyone else to pay it any mind. And you even remember the quote! Wow!

I'm trying to write for myself most of the time but for Eunoia it's the hardest because it's by far my most popular work. But you're very right, I shouldn't stop myself from writing just because I worry about what other people would think.