#avan jogia fanfiction

[multiimoments]

Happy birthday James Potter!

🎂 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 [𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧] 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✨

Since last year, James (especially the versions from these fics) has helped me understand myself, make sense of life, and manage changes more than I can adequately express. ILY James and thank you to all of these authors 💛

Also, I love all Jameses, but I am partial to desi James bc I am also desi 💌

Fics mentioned:

📖 Art Heist, Baby! by @otrtbs

📖 Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars

📖 Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

📖 The Long Game by @lackadaisicallizard

📖 Kill Your Darlings by messermoon

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P. S. Kindly do not come at me for liking Jily. I have been reconnecting with them & I do not find them boring & don't care to hear about it any more than I already have in this fandom. pls and thanks 🥰

[storiesforallfandoms]

junker ~ beck oliver;victorious

word count: 2011

request?: no

description: after her car breaks down in front of the dreamy boy’s house, he helps her to fix it

pairing: beck oliver x female!reader

warnings: swearing, one mention of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“No,” you said to yourself as your car began to slow. “No, no, no!”

You hit your steering wheel in frustration as the car came to a stop in the middle of the road.

This wasn’t the first time you had encountered issues with your shitty excuse for a car. It was definitely because the car was older than your parents. It was a miracle it even started in the first place, which, to be fair, it didn’t most of the time. You had no idea what your parents were thinking in buying you this hunk of junk to be your first car. They didn’t have to buy you a brand new sports car or anything, but they could’ve gotten you something from this decade at least.

You got out o the car to inspect what had happened. You opened the hood of the car and inspected inside. You couldn’t tell if anything was off because it all just looked the same to you. There was probably something, but you weren't exactly knowledgeable on cars.

You exclaimed in frustration and kicked the wheel, followed by a string of expletives as pain exploded from your toes.

“Car troubles?”

You turned to see a boy around your age stood at the end of a driveway.

“It just stopped,” you said. “I have no idea what’s wrong with it.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face as you realized how screwed you were. You were a few blocks away from home, so walking wasn’t necessarily off the table, but it would take you a while to get home. Not to mention you had no idea how you’d get the car back to your place, or off the road at all.

“Here, bring it into my driveway,” the boy said. “I’ll take a look at it.”

“How are we gonna get it into your driveway? It’s like...dead dead.”

He approached the car, taking a quick glance at the still open hood before reaching to close it. “Put it in neutral. I’ll push, you can steer.”

You weren’t sure if that sounded like a good idea - one person pushing a car on their own didn’t seem super doable - but you had no other choices. So, you got back into your car, waiting for him to get in place, then shifted the car into neutral. You started turning the wheel, shifting the car towards the driveway. It took a while, but eventually the two of you had managed to get the car into his driveway. You put it back in park as he came around to pop the hood again.

“I’m Beck, by the way,” he said as you got out of your car.

“(Y/N),” you responded. “Thanks for the help. I thought I was screwed.”

“Why are you driving a junker like this? It must be like, a century old.”

“My parents got it for me when I got my license. Something about wanting to get an older car as my first one until I learn responsibility, I guess?”

“So they gave you a rolling death trap?”

You scoffed. “Yeah, basically. I bet they’ll regret that now.”

Beck leaned in to get a better look at something. “When did they buy it?”

You shrugged. “A few weeks ago, I think.”

“Well, they’ll definitely regret however much money they wasted on this thing. It’s completely dead.”

Your eyes widened. “What?!”

Beck stood back up. “There’s not a single thing that works in this thing now. Engine is toast, battery zapped, starting motor gone. It’s a wonder this thing ever worked in the first place.”

You let out a long groan. As if your luck couldn’t get any worse. What were you supposed to do now without a car? You couldn’t go back to relying on your parents to drive you everywhere, and you certainly were not about to start taking the bus to school again.

“Do you have a phone?” Beck asked.

“It’s dead,” you said. “I was on my way home anyways, I thought I’d be fine.”

“Listen, mine is in my RV. You can use it to call your parents if you want.”

You eyed the silver RV in the yard. “You live in there? When there’s...a house?”

He chuckled. “I prefer to be on my own. The RV was the only compromise my parents would come to. If you’d rather not come in, I understand. I can bring my phone out instead if it would make you more comfortable.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. It’s starting to get dark, so it’s probably best if I wait inside instead of out here while it gets cold.”

Beck nodded for you to follow him into his trailer. It was a decent size, big enough for one person living there. It was also evident that a teenage boy lived there given the mess. Beck must’ve noticed, too, because he quickly started picking up dirty clothes and laundry from the floor, mumbling something about ignoring the mess. You quietly giggled to yourself.

Beck passed you his phone. You sat down on his couch and dialed your mom’s number first. It rang for a long time before an automated message told you she was away from the phone. You hung up and tried your dad’s number, only to have the same outcome. You rolled your eyes and hung up, handing the phone back to Beck.

“They must be busy,” you said. “God, this sucks. What am I going to do?”

Beck sat down next to you. He was close enough to you that you could feel his shoulder brushing against yours. You were suddenly very aware of your situation: alone in a trailer with a boy who was incredibly cute. A broke down car, no way to get home until your parents answered your calls. You shuffled awkwardly in your seat, looking down at your lap when looking into Beck’s eyes became too much.

“I could drive you home,” he offered. “Then, when your parents are home, you can tell them what happened and where the car is. Then they can decide if they want to come get it, or they can leave it here and I can salvage whatever parts I can from it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You think there’s anything salvageable from that car?”

“Well...the tires.”

You both laughed. You knew you should be getting home, but part of you also didn’t want to leave yet. Sure, you would still see Beck again whenever your parents decided to come get the car - if they decided to come get the car - but after that you may never see him again. He wasn’t familiar to you, and you were sure you’d remember someone like Beck at your school, so that meant he went to a different school. The likeliness of you two ever crossing paths again were incredibly slim.

But you also couldn’t just invite yourself into his place to stay for a while. You were still a stranger to him, and him to you technically. And you probably should get home so you could charge your phone, just so your parents didn’t start freaking out if they tried to call you and couldn’t get through.

So, you took Beck’s offer and followed him to his car. It was definitely a lot nicer than your old piece of junk. You were almost embarrassed that he had to see what you were driving before. The one silver lining to this whole situation was that your parents might actually buy you a good car after all of this.

You knew it was going to be a short ride to your house, so you had to make the most of it. You looked over at Beck and asked, “So, what school do you go to?”

“Hollywood Arts,” he responded.

“Oh! So that’s why I haven’t seen you around. You’re too busy becoming a big star.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. Trying to, at least. I’m not a singer like most of the people who attend that school. I’m trying to become an actor after I graduate.”

“Hey, the world needs actors. That doesn’t sound like an impossible dream to achieve.”

He shrugged. You felt like the conversation was drifting away, and you desperately wanted it to keep going.

“I do appreciate what you did for me,” you said. “Most people in LA probably would’ve driven right past me and wished me luck.”

“I couldn’t let you just stay there stranded right in front of my place,” he said. “What kind of a guy would I be if I didn’t offer the pretty girl some help?”

Your face immediately burned at his compliment. You quickly looked away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were.

“Still, I appreciate it,” you said. “And the ride home. I probably could’ve walked, come to think of it.”

“No way. I wasn’t going to let you walk when I have a perfectly good car that could’ve driven you home.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

He chuckled. You noticed the car slowing to a stop, and when you looked up you saw that you were in front of your house. You almost deflated with disappointment. Your time with Beck was finally, and unfortunately, coming to an end. There was no way you’d be able to see him again, you were sure of that. It was already pretty clear the both of you wouldn’t be running into each other at schooling events, unless you managed to make it out to a performance at Hollywood Arts that Beck just so happened to be starring in.

“This is me,” you said, trying to keep the sadness from your voice.

“So it is,” Beck said with a nod.

You looked down at your lap, trying to stall as much as possible. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I can repay you for all of this.”

“You don’t have to.”

“What if I wanted to? I mean, surely there’s something else I could do or give you as a way of saying thanks. Something more than that lump of junk that’s still sat in your driveway.”

He made a face. “No, that’s a terrible thank you gift actually.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m saying I want to give you an actual thank you gift.”

He thought for a moment and you waited patiently for his answer. Finally, he looked back at you and said, “There is something you could give me.”

“What is it?”

“Your number.”

He was holding his phone out to you. You looked from his phone up to his face. You were almost sure this wasn’t real, that you were hallucinating that this was happening. But the longer it took for you to take Beck’s phone and put your number in it, the more his face was starting to show worry. As if you were about to turn him down.

“Yes!” you finally blurted. “I mean...yeah. Yeah, I can...I can do that.”

He seemed amused by your flusteredness. You quickly took his phone and typed in your name and number before handing it back to him.

“You better get your phone charged,” he said. “Otherwise, how am I supposed to try and plan a date with you?”

Oh, he smooth.

You wanted to say something back that was equally as smooth, but you were at a loss for words. Instead, you just nodded your head for a long time, like a crazy person, before finally saying goodbye for real and getting out of his car. You could feel him watching you as you walked up to your front door and let yourself in. He didn’t leave until the door closed behind you, and even then he waited for you to lock it and turn on the light over the door.

Once you were alone, you leaned back against the door and you couldn’t stop the wide smile that broke out across your face.

Okay, at least there were two silver linings to that stupid thing breaking down.

[norvinasallow]

✨Present Jily's Life ✨

When James and Lily forgotten they invited Sirius to the home.

And burn the food in the oven because passion its first.

Everything it's chaos

And nice ass

[blueeyephantom]

𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐧

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐖𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 . . .

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞." ❧ 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦 

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐀𝐨𝟑  𝐟𝐟.𝐧𝐞𝐭

[swiftlygillies]

Ever wonder what would have really happened if Jade got knocked up in highschool? Not your mama’s pregnancy fic.

[writings-n-stuff]

Practice (Beck x Reader)

Pairing: Beck Oliver (Victorious) x (Gender Neutral) Reader 

Words: 1,527

Summary: Beck and the reader are practicing a scene together, when the two of them get distracted by each others’ gaze. A comfortable silence follows, and kisses are exchanged.

Content Warning: lots of fluff

"Okay, I think that's enough for today!" you stated, moving your script aside, your notes off your lap and onto the coffee table.

Beck mirrored your actions, a patient nod and knowing smile on his face. "Yeah, we've definitely got the scene down," he laughed.

The two of you had spent the last hour practicing a scene for your English class--you were Hamlet and Beck was Ophelia. After a good thirty to forty-five minutes of reading, rereading, and giving mutual feedback, the both of you had finally settled into your roles. That was also when you both adopted ridiculous accents as you practiced, waving your hands around and sticking your noses into the air. After almost hitting Beck in the chin, you decided that enough was enough.

A slightly awkward silence settled between the two of you. Beck had also spent the hour convincing you that your acting was truly sincere, that you were acting beautifully. On the Visual Arts track at Hollywood Arts, you never seemed to see the Acting students outside of your "normal" classes. Beck had always been polite enough, kind enough, and a pleasant presence next to you in class. He pretended not to notice when you casually glanced his way, and you did the same whenever you noticed him staring back.

When the teacher had paired you two up to practice and analyze a scene from Hamlet, Beck had given you one of many killer smiles, excitement showing plain in his eyes.

The same expression met his face in this moment, sitting together at his place. You had sat a bit far apart on his sofa, but all the joking around had brought you closer. Your arms almost touched; you could smell the faintest bit of cologne when he turned to face you. "I hope we analyzed the scene right," Beck said, eyes roaming over your face, his hands settling to rest on his stomach. "It'd be embarrassing to read it all wrong."

You shrugged, turning a bit towards him as well. You brought your leg onto the sofa, foot hanging over the edge. You had taken off your shoes when you entered his trailer, noticing his shoes piled in a corner by the door. Now, you pulled at the edge of your pizza-print socks. "I think anything can be interpreted many different ways," you said quietly, eyes trained on the graphic of melting cheese on the fabric. "Art is subjective, and just showing how comfortable we are with the script also matters. I mean,” you sent a shy glance up at him and his listening eyes, “you're definitely going to outshine any acting I could ever do."

Beck nudged your shoulder, shaking his head. "Come on, you're so talented! We work well together; I'm not going to outshine you at all." He tilted his head, catching your gaze with the way his hair gracefully fell over his face. "You're a natural. Really."

You just nodded, drinking in his reassurance. Beck had this calm about him that somewhat settled your nerves. You weren't anxious about the scene, you were anxious about him. He was leaning ever so slightly towards you, cologne-and-boy smell making you feel all warm in your belly. As he moved his hair away from his face, breaking eye contact just for a second, he asked, "What have you been doing in your visual classes?"

As always, you felt your face warm a bit; you rubbed the back of your neck, thinking of something to say. Talking about your own accomplishments was something you still weren't used to doing, even at Hollywood Arts, where talent was the singular thing anyone ever discussed. "I'm working on a series of portraits. I have this huge wooden board," you stretched your hands out to show how wide the surface was, "and I'm painting one face on top, then layering different flyers and posters over parts of the face, and then using different features to paint a new face on top over and over. Just kind of seeing how many people I can create, and how similar people's faces really are." You glanced up at Beck to see him looking at you so intently. It made you blush a little. "What?"

The corner of Beck's lips tilted up, and he leaned his head on his hand while you explained. "Are you using specific people as references?"

You smirked, feeling like he wanted to know whether or not you had painted him. "Sometimes, sometimes not." You shrugged, "I really just paint whatever, whoever, I'm thinking of in the moment."

You leveled your eyes with his then, mirroring his intense gaze. Taking in your words, Beck let the silence fall again. It settled over your shoulders like a blanket, both of you wrapped together as you simply stared.

You had caught Beck’s eyes lingering at your lips before, in English class, completely checked out of the lecture on the warmest days. He would lean back in his chair (as if that made it more inconspicuous), and he would pretend he was simply daydreaming. It wasn’t completely acting, since he was daydreaming about how it would feel to kiss you, but he still liked to think that he was acting almost interested in class.

Much closer now, Beck’s eyes had slid from yours, skimming over the curve of your cheeks, the slope of your nose, and settling over your lips once again. Not even hiding it, he was aware of how forward this was. He had been lightly flirting with you the whole time: purposefully making you laugh with funny accents, nudging your shoulder or arm or leg as he encouraged your silliness, simply looking at you like that while you talked with him. You wanted him to admit it, verbally. “What are you thinking about?” you asked, your voice coming out low and husky just like you wanted.

Beck leaned a little more towards you; you could swear that his face reddened a bit. “I’m thinking about how it might feel to kiss you right now,” he answered with a similar tone. The corner of his mouth turned up just a little, and your heart melted instantly. 

Wordlessly, you moved your hands forward, into his. You leaned towards him, faces inches apart but still not touching. Your fingertips trailed over his forearm, and he held his hand open for you to hold. Beck’s other hand settled on your shoulder, moving to rest at your neck. You felt a warm shudder down your spine, holding onto each little movement he made, each breath he took, every glance over your face.

Your own hand rested at his chest, fingertips slipping just under the neckline of his t-shirt. The cologne smell was a bit stronger now, floating over the simple scent of boy as you scooted closer to him. Beck moved his thumb over your lips gently, making sure that you didn’t want to move away. His brown eyes were warm, reminiscent of melting chocolate. Soft. “Is it okay if I kiss you,” he exhaled, almost whispering against your lips. His eyes were already dipping closed, biting at his bottom lip slightly.

You nodded, leaning into him first, settling into his warm hold. Beck welcomed your proximity, kissing back so sweetly, squeezing your hand just a little. Lips soft, slow against your own. His hand moved to your hair, weaving his fingers into your locks. He had wanted to kiss you for a while, and the way that he kissed you slow and carefully truly showed it.

Beck’s hair brushed against your cheeks as he leaned into you, tongue lightly grazing over your bottom lip. You melted into his hand on your neck, his fingertips warm on your skin. He kissed you so carefully, lightly biting your lip with a content sigh. You could tell that he was excited by the way his hand squeezed yours reassuringly. His hair tickled your cheeks while you moved together, your hand coming up to touch his jaw. You felt him smile against your lips.

Out of breath, the both of you pulled away in the same moment. Beck tenderly cupped your cheek, and you let out a sigh you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. All you wanted was to settle in his arms with this warm, bubbly feeling in your stomach. All you wanted was for Beck to look at you as he was, happy and shy and still a little nervous.

He was feeling the same. 

Beck moved his hair out of his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed at how much he was smiling. He wanted to play it cool, or at least look like he was playing it cool. He really wanted to kiss you more, to lean into your soft hands. Beck really wanted to practice your scene again and again if it meant that you’d get to kiss afterwards again and again.

“I’m glad we got to work together,” you murmured warmly. Beck’s soft, pensive gaze helped you realize that you really were there with him. He was really holding your hand, gazing at you and wishing you could kiss again.

He nodded, a smile still playing at his lips. “Me, too.”

[selenite85]

The City of Tartessos, October 27th, 1860

...

"So what is it? What do you want from me?” Elu asked angrily, pushing Argo away.

"Not from you. For you!" Argo refused to let go, and instead grabbed his cousin by the shoulders and shook him. “Don’t you get it? The humans keep coming in, their numbers increase. Their population is already twice as large as ours. And you will rule them all soon!” he explained heatedly. “I just want to strengthen their support." he said then, his voice a little milder. "Do you understand?" he asked almost in a whisper.

"The Neo-Atlanteans will be furious." Elu pointed out to possible problems with the growing militant faction in the Senate. "Do you understand that?"

"Oh, screw the suckers." Argo hissed. Suddenly enraged, he turned away and rushed down the sidewalk.

...

[badewarehouse]

bade nation rise

so i’ve been having a hard time finding good bade fics out there and i normally use other blogs to help me find some. and i figured i could help other people find some ¿? i’ll be recommending my own personal faves, but i’m also taking recs through submissions/my ask box. so if you have any fave bade fics that you’d like other people to know abt, feel free to send them in :))

[collisionofthesocialstandards]

Meet Cory.

Full Name: Cory Milton Marr

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Gay

Eye color: Hazel

Hair color: Brown

Also known as: Cor, CorDog, The Gay One & Gaylord

Occupation: Student

Status: Alive

“Clique”: Theater Kids

Relatives: Truman Marr (Father), Shelly Marr (Mother), Joshua Marr (Brother) & Todd Marr (Brother)

Relationship(s): Charlie Harrison (Boyfriend)

[discreetkitty]

Old Footage Of Liz Enjoying Avan

That smile! Ariana’s “Thank You, Next” has me all nostalgic.

I actually wrote a fanfic that is set in the episode of the gif. Feel free to read it and tell me what you think.

_______________________________

The Do-Over

Set in S4 E8. Beck knew he made a mistake when he let Jade plan their "first official" night together. Beck isn't sure if he can handle what Jade's has in store but he wants to give Jade the best night of her life. But will Beck's curiosity about Jade's past relationship with Tori get in the way of the evening?

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13245666

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12733879/1/The-Do-Over

[aliothizan]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT CHALLENGE 4: DOSSIER

General

Name: Alioth Clarke-Iz’an Nicknames: Ali Gender: Cisgender Male Pronouns: He/him Birthday: February 8, 1938 (Earth dates, and he doesn’t actually know it)

Appearance

Faceclaim: Avan Jogia Height: 5′10″ Build: Slim and moderately toned, but still has a nice squish to him. (this is a shirtless picture, just a warning) Hair Color: Dark brown Hairstyle: Shoulder-length and wavy Eye Color: He usually wears brown colored contacts, but his irises naturally sparkle. Scars/Markings/Tattoos: He’s mostly unblemished. He wants a tattoo, but he wasn’t sure how it would work on a djayyar, so he never got one. Fashion Sense: Very casual and comfortable. Mainly 90′s inspired with some ugly flashy items that make him laugh.

Background

Hometown: He’s from all over the world. Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Married to Skylar Clarke-Iz’an Occupation: Earth Expert Hobbies: Learning, concerts, reading, comics, and social justice.

Traits

Strengths: Intelligent, friendly, humanitarian, eccentric, and family-oriented. Weaknesses: Flighty, easily bored, mistrusting, reserved, and dishonest. Temperament: Calm Neutral Traits: Sarcastic, spontaneous, adventurous, extroverted, flirtatious, and know-it-all.    Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous 

Persona

Life Philosophy: “Live in the present.” Values: Knowledge, human/alien rights, family, and friends. Ambitions: To travel the galaxy and learn all the languages. Religion Affiliation/spirituality: None Favorite Time of Day: Night Pet Peeves: The Last Airbender by M. Night Shyamalan Quirks: He uses humor when he’s uncomfortable, and he’s pretty blunt. He doesn’t believe in fate or soulmates even though he’s basically living in a soulmate au fanfiction. He really likes sunglasses. He’s an Aquarius.

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A historical "What if" that follows the story of Tutankhamun, Ankhesenamun, Suhad, and Ka from the Spike series "Tut"!

Find "Lady of the Two Lands" on Wattpad and Ao3

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my ships: beck x jade: michael x fallon: arthur x mera: beca x jesse: wednesday x tyler: peacemaker x harcourt: fran x max: kat x patrick: geralt x renfri: luke x hattie: rosa x adrian: spencer x toby: archie x veronica: scott x hope: maleficent x diaval: cruella x jasper: eric x sara: carter x tree: jackson x maeve: jim x pam: jane x michael: cristina x burke: finn x rachel: katniss x gale: peter x gwen: catherine x peter: emily x gabriel

movies: dc: horror: disney: action: comedy: drama: romance: musicals: nostalgia

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gaming: minecraft: the sims

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1. Top 3 ice cream flavors: 1. cookie dough 2. bubblegum 3. rainbow 2. Top 3 disney movies: 1. aladdin 2. mulan 3. lion king 3. Top 3 vacation destinations: 1. san francisco 2. amsterdam 3. toronto

4. Top 3 places to shop: 1. h&m 2. bath and body works 3. any department store 5. Top 3 school subjects: 1. visual arts 2. design and tech 3. english 6. Top 3 make up products: 1. highlighter 2. lipstick 3. brow pomade 7. Top 3 music artists: 1. rihanna 2. the weeknd 3. beyonce 8. Top 3 spices/herbs: 1. pepper 2. garlic 3. rosemary 9. Top 3 drinks: 1. root beer 2. creaming soda 3. bubble tea 10. Top 3 apps to use: 1. instagram 2. snapchat 3. facebook 11. Top 3 months of the year: 1. december 2. january 3. september 12. Top 3 clothing items: 1. oversized tees 2. shoes 3. leggings 13. Top 3 tv shows: 1. the office 2. antm 3. psych 14. Top 3 romantic dates: 1. dinner date 2. traveling 3. cooking at home 15. Top 3 kinds of flower: 1. peony 2. tulip 3. orchid 16. Top 3 christmas movies: 1. elf 2. home alone 3. idk what else 17. Top 3 OTPs: 1. honestly never had otp’s lol 2.  3.  18. Top 3 quotes to describe your life: 1. ugh, i hate quotes! 2.  3.  19. Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself: 1. loyal 2. funny 3. inquisitive 20. Top 3 kinds of candy: 1. crunch 2. swedish fish 3. red frogs 21. Top 3 ways to exercise/be active: 1. cross trainer 2. walking around a city  3. cycling  22. Top 3 spirit animals: 1. dog 2. panda 3. sloth 23. Top 3 pet names: 1. my love 2. baby 3. idk 24. Top 3 books: 1. harry potter series 2. memoirs of a geisha 3. dan brown stuff 25. Top 3 most used websites: 1. youtube 2. facebook 3. reddit 26. Top 3 people you last texted: 1. my boyfriend 2. irene 3. sinead 27. Top 3 hashtags you use: 1. these three on this survey lol 2. 3. 28. Top 3 instagram accounts you follow: 1. badgalriri 2. taramilktea - i don’t know much about her but her travel pics are amazing 3. bruno mars 29. Top 3 guilty pleasures: 1. napping 2. baked goods 3. smoking 30. Top 3 summer activities: 1. going out at night 2. laying under the a/c 3. beach days 31. Top 3 things to draw: 1. i never draw lol 2.  3.  32. Top 3 aesthetics: 1. face 2. body 3. clothing style? 33. Top 3 things you’d buy if you gained three million dollars: 1. an amazing house 2. round the world trip 3. a tesla 34. Top 3 ways to treat yourself: 1. food 2. makeup 3. perfume 35. Top 3 celebrity crushes: 1. avan jogia 2. bruno mars (don’t ask lol) 3. rihanna 36. Top 3 books from your childhood: 1. babysitter’s club 2. goosebumps 3. sweet valley 37. Top 3 accents to hear: 1. spanish 2. boston 3. swedish 38. Top 3 scents: 1. j’adore by dior 2. freshly baked bread 3. summer rain 39. Top 3 “friends” quotes: 1. didn’t really watch it 2.  3. 40. Top 3 cupcake flavors: 1. red velvet 2. chocoate 3. cookies and cream 41. Top 3 fruits: 1. banana 2. apple 3. rockmelon 42. Top 3 places you’ve had amazing pizza from 1. is it bad that pizza all tastes the same to me? 2.  3. 43. Top 3 sports teams to watch: 1. lakers (’09-’10 days) 2. 3. 44. Top 3 crayola colors 1. turquoise 2. pink 3. orange 45. Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college: 1. i’ve finished college 2. 3.  46. Top 3 fanfictions you’ve read: 1. haha i don’t read fanfictions 2. 3. 47. Top 3 people you miss right now: 1. boyfriend 2. my dad 3. some of my friends 48. Top 3 fears: 1. losing someone i love 2. cockroaches 3. things not going to plan 49. Top 3 favorite literary devices: 1. meh idk 2. 3.

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Secondary characters

Just a list of other main OCs that I have them all in one place again. I really need to stop this ideas business. All of these are working ideas at the moment; I’m so bad at this, I literally suck at picking Faceclaims that look like how I think the characters are, but I tried for no reason other than procrastination.

Original Stories

Iain De Caestecker as JD Franks – The Cure Series

Rosamund Pike as Greyhound – The Cure Series

David Morrissey as Doctor Ramshaw – The Cure Series

Avan Jogia as Pigeon – The Cure Series

Robbie Kay as Squirrel – The Cure Series

Bradley Simpson as Gnat – The Cure Series

Cameron Monaghan as Owl – The Cure Series

Marina Nery as Possum – The Cure Series

Matthew Hitt as Hyena – The Cure Series

Jackson Hale as Boar – The Cure Series

Janet Devlin as Mockingbird – The Cure Series

Maurice Sinclair as Cheetah – The Cure Series

Gregg Sulkin as Morris – The Cure Series

Holly Earl as Josephine – The Cure Series

Gary Carr as Theo – The Cure Series

Nathan Sykes as Zachary – The Cure Series

Michelle Keegan as Amelia – The Cure Series

Harriet Cains as Ava – Zombie story

Dominic Sherwood as Jason – Zombie story

Lucas Till as Charles – Zombie story

Luca Hollestelle as Beatrice – Zombie story

Katherine McNamara as Brooklyn – Seeing countdowns

Daniel Sharman as Darren – Seeing countdowns

Max Minghella as Bertrand – Seeing countdowns

Hannah Murray as Avalie – Seeing countdowns

Ella Eyre as Belladonna – Guardian angels

Bobby Lockwood as Beauregard – Guardian angels

Sam Strike as Curtis – Guardian angels

Bonnie Wright as Amy – Guardian angels

KJ Apa as Hector – Crime story

Fanfiction

Currently Writing

Colin Ford as Roberto ‘Robbo/Junior’ Laverna – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Scott Eastwood as Gabriel ‘Gabe/Boss’ Laverna – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Sarah Hyland as Cassandra ‘Cassie/Cass’ Harris – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Nico Tortorella as Matthew ‘Matt’ Fredericks – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Christian Serratos as Lexi James – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Nolan Gerard Funk as Leonard ‘Leo’ Harris – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Mads Mikkelsen as Sebastian Laverna – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Paige Turco as Maria Laverna – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Robert Sheehan as Mitchell ‘Mitch/Hacker’ Tyler – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Tom Hopper as Harry ‘Butch’ Oswald – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Nonso Anozie as Archie ‘Beefy’ Smith – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

Lesley-Ann Brandt as Kalie ‘Flirty’ Saunders – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction)

 On Hold

Tom Hughes as Edward ‘Eddie’ Cobalt – Elements, Brains and Fangs (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Pixie Davies as Vanessa ‘Van’ Cobalt – Elements, Brains and Fangs (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Simon Baker as Robert ‘Robbie’ Cobalt – Elements, Brains and Fangs (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Eva Green as Penelope ‘Penny’ Cobalt – Elements, Brains and Fangs (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Aiden Turner as Oscar ‘Car’ Cooper – Elements, Brains and Fangs (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Bob Morley as Patrick ‘Pat’ Cooper – Elements, Brains and Fangs (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Maddie Hasson as Tabitha ‘Tabby/Blondie’ Matthews – Elements, Brains and Fangs (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

 Want to Write

George Mackay as Mackenzie ‘Mack’ Webb – Scream Tilly’s older twin brother.

Ricky Wilson as Archibald ‘Archie’ Webb – Scream Tilly’s paternal uncle.

Louis Hynes as Joshua ‘Josh’ Webb – Scream Tilly’s younger brother.

Francesca Capaldi as Ava Webb – Scream Tilly’s younger sister.

Jonathan Bailey as Barnaby ‘Barney/Barn’ Webb – Scream Tilly’s older brother.

David Thewlis as Cameron Webb – Scream Tilly’s father.

Emily Watson as Tabitha Webb – Scream Tilly’s mother.

Matthew Daddario as Matthias ‘Matty’ Jones – Riverdale Octavia’s older brother.

 Just ideas

Alberto Rosende as Luca – Sidekicks and Criminals (Supergirl Fanfiction) Robbo’s best friend in the new gang.

Cykeem White

Pixie Lott

Nathalie Emmanuel

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Ka & Ankhesenamun: The real tragedy in TUT (2015)

As I rewatch “TUT” for the millionth time, I am again struck by how much emotion and weight is packed into the short (screen time-wise) relationship between Ankhesenamun and Ka. Tutankhamun and Suhad were an easy, light-hearted foil of the complicated, traumatic struggle that haunted the older couple.

Ankhesenamun and Ka have been pining for each other for TEN YEARS. There is nothing more obtuse in this show than when Tutankhamun tells Ankhesenamun Suhad was “All he had left in his heart”, as if Ankhesenamun hasn’t been running on fumes and vengeance since he killed the love of her life.

I believe that Ka may have been the only person to truly know Ankhesenamun as a person. And he was the only one she was able to let all of her walls down with. It wasn’t blind lust or a flash in the pan, it was devotion, yearning, and seeing each other through their lowest points from CHILDHOOD.

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Ankhesenamun probably met him when he was still mourning the loss of his father as a young boy (we assume his mother is also dead, since Ahkenaten had to adopt him) and they fell in love. For a brief time, they probably thought they may be able to marry, based on Ankhesenamun’s comment about how she had once believed marriage was about more than convenience.

Suddenly, her older family members, all in line for succession, start dying. Ankhesenamun can only watch helplessly as her idealized love match becomes less and less likely. By default, she is thrust into the position of royal wife of Tutankhamun, but her true affection never changed.

Her brother being still a child, forced Ankhesenamun to shoulder the burden of motherhood, sisterhood, and marriage to the same young boy, especially in the early years. She had to grow up and protect her dynasty.

Silently, she pushed her personal feelings aside and swallowed her fear every time Ka went out on a campaign with the army, knowing she could only say or express so much of it — in Part 1, she insinuates that Ay will “have [Ka’s] skin” for disobeying him. She has to protect not only her reputation, but also Ka from being physically harmed by the vindictive vizier, who we clearly see does not have any fondness for Ka.

On the other hand, Ka grew up with Tutankhamun too. He knew how much responsibility Ankhesenamun was carrying for her little brother. He would have known of her multiple pregnancies over the years. He watched her heart break every time she got her hopes up about an heir, only to miscarry and feel like she let the entire kingdom down. He had to fear for her safety and emotional state without being truly able to stand by her. Just watch from afar as she slowly grows more desperate.

I can imagine the frustration Ka felt, hearing Tutankhamun bemoan "not being given an heir", while he watches Ankhesenamun hemmorage physically and emotionally from the same experience.

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The amount of dialogue the two share is relatively small, but the word choice is very deliberate in explaining the nuanced nature of their relationship. Ka truly understands the complex, and, I would argue, traumatized, Ankhesenamun.

“Do you think something’s changed now, when it hasn’t in ten years?”

“It can change if you want it to.”

Right there, we see that Ka has put the ball firmly in Ankhesenamun’s court. This says everything we need to know about his intentions. Certainly, Ka is not insinuating that he would kill Tutankhamun, which means he is either offering her an affair, or to elope. Either way, he is making it known that he wants her — not her wealth or the power that comes with marrying her. Ka will take whatever Ankhesenamun is willing to give. Even if that would mean forefitting his wealth, lands, titles, etc. and having nothing except for her.

They are the foil of “Tuhad”, the antithesis of "King elevates poor peasant girl out of her dire circumstances." Ankhesenamun is living in a golden gilded cage. Ka sees her sacrifice her happiness and her health for the good of the kingdom and seeks to free her from that burden before it crushes her.

Considering her position, I would argue that he is the only man in her life that sees her without any concern for what she can give to him. On top of that, he never tries to force her into anything, even with his own mounting frustration regarding their situation. When she pulls away, he lets her go. After all this time, he wants nothing more than to help her realize that her feelings matter, her hopes and dreams matter.

The next time we see this deeper understanding Ka has for Ankhesenamun is when she calls for him before the battle. 

“I couldn’t let you leave without knowing how much I...”

She trails off, seeming uncomfortably demure compared to the confident poised mask she wears as queen. This is a woman who is not used to having her personal feelings considered with any real weight, and so, while she wants to tell him how she feels, struggles to actually articulate it. Ka’s response is to kiss her. 

He knows what she means, they have been together for years, and he doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or like she isn’t getting her point across to him. In return she takes his hand, proof again that she struggles to voice the emotions she has for Ka, and he doesn’t intend to make her say things out loud just to stroke his ego.

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“He wasn’t ready!”

“You’re wrong.”

This scene, right after the battle when Ka seeks Ankhesenamun out in her personal quarters is short and ends with them apart, but it speaks to how comfortable they are with one another. 

She doesn’t show a lot of emotion to anyone outside of her inner circle, but is very blunt with him, very earnest. Her face is pleading because she expects him to understand the grief she is feeling and to sympathize with it.

Ka is equally as blunt in his response. I don’t think even Tutankhamun would ever have said “You’re wrong” to Ankhesenamun in such a way, and it certainly isn’t something she hears regularly. They are close enough as confidants for him to know that him disagreeing with her, even on something so important, isn’t going to affect their relationship. He then goes on to tell her what Horemheb was going to keep secret, that the battle strategy was Tutankhamun’s not his. He does not feel comfortable lying to her.

"This is our fate. I won't let it fall from us. I won't lose you to anyone else."

If only read superficially, this seems almost arrogant in nature, but we have to remember that Ankhesenamun has been married twice before, and Ka could only watch on helplessly. Now, he is in a place of power with Horemheb's backing. He is able to promise her protection he couldn’t before — namely, she does not have to fear being traded to whomever maneuvers his way into power.

Their relationship extensively centers around a "We" dynamic. Unlike Tutankhamun and Suhad, who frame much of their language around how she will help him succeed, Ankhesenamun and Ka consistently use language that establishes a united, balanced front. This example included. Neither one of them has ever had the political leverage necessary to sanction their union, until now. And Ka plans to use it, trusting that Ankhesenamun will too.

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Of course, the final scene we get of them together before the throne room, I think speaks the very most to how well Ka knows the more damaged side of Ankhesenamun.

“Anubis has freed us to live our lives.”

“But do we deserve it?”

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“Hey, it’s okay that you still mourn him.”

To me, this is everything. Ankhesenamun has been taught her whole life to play a role, to put her feelings aside because they do not matter. That her only purpose is to support the pharaoh, keep sweet, and pray. Here we have another moment of Ankhesenamun saying nothing at all. In fact she tears up at his comment about how they were free to be happy. She turns away from him, ashamed because she thinks that her emotions are not what he wants to see, because they are not attractive or alluring. Her darker emotions take up space, they require regard — things she has been taught are not acceptable.

Instead, Ka takes her face in his hands, he turns her back to face him and holds her arms reassuringly. He tells her with sincerity that her feelings are not something to hide. She can mourn and miss her brother as long as she needs to. And as someone who (historically) lost as many siblings, cousins, parents as she did, having someone tell her that she would not be judged for how she processed her grief was everything. Ka was where she was safe to be a woman, to just be vulnerable without fear that it would be held against her.

“We are with child.”

This reverberates to me in part because of how weighty it was for Ankhesenamun to become pregnant after so many failed attempts, but also because of how different this interaction was than the other pregnancy announcement in the show:

“You still have an heir, my love.”

Of course, we know that Tutankhamun loves Suhad, and they will love this child. But their happiness is still being framed around him, and how this will affect his political legacy. The wording almost excludes Suhad completely, treating her as simply the vessel for the pharaoh’s dynasty, and showing her that that is where her prominence will lay.

Ankhesenamun’s joy at telling Ka that “[They] are with child” is solely focused on the two of them, and the family she imagines they will have. It puts equal weight on both parties for the duration of the pregnancy, and asks Ka to be involved throughout, instead of only once the child is born. It echoes of a modern pregnancy, they are a team in this.

His response to her, which could be seen as nothing more than an excitement for his impending coronation, rings much differently based on this understanding of their relationship.

He kisses her cheek, hugging her tightly, and whispers:

“We will have a new dynasty that will last a thousand years.”

To me, this is the same verbiage as “We are pregnant”. Ka is inviting her to play a different role, a prominent role in the new era he plans to create.It is the “We” dynamic. Ankhesenamun will no longer be the “burden” trapping her poor brother into a loveless marriage. They will create a dynasty, together. One that serves them both equally.

Along with that, it’s an assurance. One that comes from he fact that he knows she has birthed two children (at least) who did not survive. It is a reasurance, one that modern day logic knows he cannot make, but that he is confident in: Everything will be alright. All at once, Ankhesenamun is frightened and hopeful for this baby, one born of love and passion, and she believes him. If they are together, everything is alright.

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TLDR but if you made it all the way down here, you'd probably enjoy my TUT fanfic "Lady of the Two Lands" on wattpad and Ao3!