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general-kalani · 9 months

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{ Prompt from here! }

ALRIGHT SO I'll do this by current fandoms AND characters I write in so LETS BEGIN

Under a read more because it's long!!

Don't want to read it? Here's the overview:

Most likely people I'd throw at Audrey: Knoxx, Hammerlock and Wainwright, Mordecai, Steele, TK, Zane(?), Harlock, Bruno(?), Muckenberger, Reinhard and Kircheis, Kesler, Sheryl(?), Gloval, Claudia and Roy, Domel, Berger, Dietz, Gimleh(?), Vance, Sanada, Nazca(?)

Hmu if you wanna discuss anything!!

Azur Lane: Honestly if Audrey wasn't SUPER out of place there, the Belorussiya would've taken Audrey under cannons and protected the shit out of her. So we ignore Azur Lane for that reason of it being WAY too much of a crossover lmfao

Borderlands: We still DO have the potential of Knoxx and Audrey I mean really that's just super funny potential and Steele is also in this area (albeit a little injured).

Vince is a little shit WAY too often so he'd die in the first meeting.

Hammerlock and Wainwright would adopt her on the spot I am SO SORRY LMFAO they'd only glance at her and be like "well she's in the family now."

We don't talk about my man Blake we know her distrust of Hyperion ;-;.

Katagawa would also die on first meeting with her.

Mordecai would be a real threat for teaching her how to fire a sniper and revolvers that's a fact so THAT'S a big potential!!!

TK MY MAN CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE HIM PLEASE-

Ned should not be allowed in the same galaxy as her honestly I fear for her if I throw Ned in there LMFAO.

And Zane is. Zane so yk wild shenanigans there

Far Cry: Honestly if I wasn't afraid of how triggering Far Cry 5 is (and possibly even more trauma for Audrey SHE DOES NOT NEED MORE) I'd already be saying "Joseph and John Seed!" Because I have the most muse for them rn

Harlock / Leijiverse: Honestly I feel like Harlock would be a great parental figure! Ignoring the whole 'dark matter' immortality thing, being a pirate and a few other things.

Emeraldas??? Complete opposite, she'd see Audrey as the child she abandoned back on Earth (Mayu) years ago and feel guilt so she'll turn her back on Audrey unfortunately

Legend of the Galactic Heroes: Anton and Oberstein is VERY "uh oh" territory because Oberstein would see the kid and either: Question why she's not in school, wonder why she's not ALREADY in the military (trust me I was blindsided when I found out there was like. A 13 yr IN THE MILITARY-) or just ignore her.

Bruno? PROBABLY adopt but don't count on it because he's a busy man and he sometimes forgets to self-care.

Bittenfeld is an immediate no because he's so brash and aggressive they wouldn't mix well!

Muckenberger would adopt on sight he can't handle orphans being orphans AND would try to keep her out of the war!

We don't look at Ovlesser though.

Reinhard and Kircheis are PERFECT to adopt her and spoil her. Especially with the Kaiser bs Reinhard has, man has a lot of money. Unfortunately though she'd have a LOT of expectations (as well as if she was with Muckenberger) since Reinhard and Kircheis are wonderful, amazing commanders and well. She'd need to fill that expectation.

Kesler my SON he would adopt her, make sure she was safe and make sure that while she is kept away from the war, she at least has a father figure in her life. Reinhard and Kircheis as well as Muckenberger can try but they're all a mess compared to Kesler and his AMAZING parental skills. Personal hc ofcofc

Schenkopf we do not let her anywhere near Audrey. Not because of anything HORRENDOUS but she doesn't need to see a man constantly hit on her adopted parents. And he's a bad parent LMFAO

Macross Frontier: SOOOO Sheryl would be amazing if Audrey wanted to yk ASPIRE to be a singer (like replace Ranka with Audrey type thing LMFAO) but past that??? Once again it's not the greatest for potential writing

Robotech: Oh my man Gloval KNOWS how it was to grow up pretty lonely. Man grew up on vodka and stale bread in his childhood he would adopt Audrey and well, the SDF-1 DOES have a civilian habitat on board so he can def keep care of her. And not him? Someone else on board could totally do it!

Claudia is the best aunt Audrey would ever get (with her boyfriend Roy ofc) and there is no changing my mind that they wouldn't spoil her badly. Roy can even teach her to fly and that's more threatening to me than anything else I've written so far LMFAO

Lisa would be atrocious. Both because she doesn't like kids and finds them a nuisance but also because she's a woman focused on work and nothing else. Sorry Audrey ;-;

Breetai, Khyron and Exedore; all 3 don't know what the fuck Audrey is, wants, but depending on verse they're either seeing her as a threat or just ignoring her because they really don't know what the fuck to do with her

Sins of a Solar Empire: Rebellion: The consensus from all of them is similar to Azur Lane, in that it just WOULDN'T work out. Extra worse because they're spaceships, not ships like in Azur Lane.

Space Battleship Yamato: Dessler would honestly see her and wonder why she's not in the military and then, depending on verse, hurt her because she's Terron and he's lost his gd sanity so that's a no-go LMFAO

Domel would treat her the best. He's had a kid before, he knows to be gentle and stuff with them. Plus bird. Who doesn't want bird??? Would keep her out of the military, no child soldiers with him around no sirree

Berger is the weirdest older sibling platonic relationship because he's so depressed but tries to be strong about it ESPECIALLY with her around. Mans has a DEATHWISH but I love him because he's just a lil guy who I adore so much, probably has the most potential ngl

Heiny and Wolf are ignored for this experiment-

Dietz already has a kid, Melda so he would probably just adopt her on the spot too and not even blink an eye until two days later because he was apparently drunk when he just adopted her (he was sober, he's lying)

Gimleh we ignore because he would either: Indoctrinate her into the Blue Shadow, put her in as a child soldier, or kill her. There's no in-between.

Gettoh just nods at her and walks off-

VANCE has such pops material. Literally his nickname (thank you Odyssey) so whether she'd like it or not he'd be the most natural to call a dad because of his personality. Would also keep her out of the military and would spoil her

The Talans Ghader and Velte are also ignored for this experiment-

Sanada!!! He has a Borderlands verse as well as lotgh verse but she'd hate him JUST on those verses so we stick to sby verse; which is that while he's quite stoic, serious and focused on work. He'd probably make her a lab assistant and run her through the ropes and while he would give others a stern word here or there he's much more 'gentle' in his weird science sense with her

Gairen, Zwordar and Nazca is just child soldiers round three, absolutely no except with Nazca because AGAIN weird older brother-younger sister platonic relationship yk

#copy that taccom { ask }#{ out of the empire } ~ ooc #threadsandwings #WOOO it was a doozy of a long one sorry for the wait!!

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prongsl00t · 9 months

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having some feels about marauders fics atm. how they're characterized and the tropes that seem to follow them. funny enough, some of my favorite fics have many elements of this, and they work for me (tho sometimes i do wish they'd go in a different direction).

regulus is a new favorite for me, and its a complicated one bc there's so much going on with him, and he can be approached in so many ways. some of my favorites regulus centric fics feature some level of unhinged, morally grey or dark, no fucks given reg. i love unhinged reg, but when it starts veering towards him just being a selfish or a self-centered asshole, he becomes a lot less appealing to me.

i'm personally not too into the whole "he's mean to james and james loves it" thing. i do love me a grumpy/sunshine dynamic, and enemies to lovers is forever my jam. it makes sense to me that reg would be distant and cold, and i can expect a bit of apprehension and even meanness to a certain degree. but when it feels condescending and it doesn't let up, i just want to tell my boy james to go elsewhere where he's treated right, yk?

i also don't care for the whole "sirius doesn't know/they have to hide it thing". its a hard one to avoid, and ill get thru it, but def not my favorite thing in regulus fics. i can understand that being a point of friction, or even a rite of passage, but i get so stressed when james is actively keeping it secret from sirius for too long. james is human ofc, but i honestly feel betrayed on behalf on sirius too. i just want them rip of the band-aid, let sirius sulk, and then do what they need to do to move on. the other one that gets me is when remus doesn't evolve past being a judgmental asshole. or when he's so insecure that he's just a mess of projections. and i mean, i understand and expect a bit of anxiety/overthinking from remus for sure. but just like the unhinged reg thing, there's a line where he can become an asshole towards sirius that idc much about.

i love lily being all badass, but i want her to be human too. and not just this idealized version of girl that can do it all and does it all just because. she can be a bit aspirational, but when it feels that she's just on a pedestal i feel disconnected from her. let her fuck up sometimes, and let people hold her accountable too. she can be a badass and grow alongside everyone too.

peter is really complicated one for me, ngl. in canon i hate him the most probably. but in fics its not that straightforward. so ive just let myself go with whatever the author does. if he's a goofy dude, cool. if he's their bestie forever, alright. if he's not really in their group, i get that too. and this is mostly easier when its alternate universes or modern settings. so no beef there really. (but also all the feels with peter, bc fucking canon).

again i want to point out that many fics that ive loved dearly have featured judgy ass remus, too mean reg, pedestal lily. sometimes these characters have then evolved or shifted, and sometimes the character tropes worked in those universes. so its not a rule where ill put a fic down if i encounter these. but having one of those days where i can't get into anything, and i needed to process some of fanfic feels.

#marauders feels #marauders fanfiction #marauders characterizations #fanfic tropes #fanfic feels

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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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happiness - peter maximoff

yay a new peter fic <3 i was feeling a little unmotivated for a few days (since our boy wasn’t in episode 8 at all :/) but im back 😎 although im back in school so i might be on and off for a while 😩✋🏻

!!!it’s not a songfic those lyrics at the start are just my inspo!!!

word count: 5k <3 😳

warnings: maybe swearing but i dont think so i cant remember, peter being sad, angst, but mostly fluff, WandaVision spoilers maybe??? I pretty much made up this plot so idk, endgame spoilers, reader was an avenger, kissing but it’s not graphic😽 probably some mistakes yk how it is

feedback is appreciated <3

tagging: @enchantedcruelsummer (should i make a peter maximoff taglist? let me know and I’ll do it)

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haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

& there is happiness

Loneliness had always been something that plagued him. That and a plethora of other negative emotions.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Peter Maximoff wasn’t made to feel like a loser. Admittedly, he’d never held himself to a high standard, he grew up thinking that he’d never fit in anywhere and eventually that thought mutated into a lifestyle as he began isolating himself from the world around him, either far too good or heartbreakingly not enough to be a part of that crowd.

He liked spending time with himself. Nobody else knew him the way he knew him, and still, he found nothing but an overwhelming hollow space where his deepest most important hopes, aspirations, dreams and self discoveries should have resided.

Peter had always put this feeling of exile down to the fact that he was a mutant, it was the most likely explanation, right?

It was only when he’d decided to join the X-Men that he finally came to the conclusion that maybe the rest of the world wasn’t the problem, nor was his mutation the problem, but that he himself was the problem. For even in a school full of people exactly like him he was still the same loser that he was in his mother’s basement.

And he was under no illusions that that was exactly what his teammates saw in him; nothing. No potential. Just a space holder to bring the numbers up.

Super speed was incredible. That’s how Peter acknowledged jobs well done, he praised his speed but never himself. He just saved Charles and Erik from a room full of armed guards? No that wasn’t him, that was simply his speed. He saved an entire mansion full of people from a potentially fatal explosion? Nothing special, Kurt probably could’ve done the same.

Forget all of the good deeds and saved lives because the bottom line of it all, to him at least, was that all he was good for was cheeky one liners and hopeless kleptomania.

His life took a turn for the worse when he found himself being mind controlled in an alternate universe. And even then, he was playing the part of someone that wasn’t him, the thought humbled him, reconnected him to his roots and reintroduced him to his life long philosophy that he’d never be anything more than a social pariah. Not even an alternate reality could accept him for who he was. There wasn’t a warm welcome and despite not knowing what was going on, the definition of “imposter” or the weirder, “recast”, still shot to kill.

He settled on the notion that he was an inter dimensional waste of space. At least in WestView he could be blissfully ignorant, let the real him be drowned mercilessly in favour of being an integral part of someone’s life- to feel important, even if it wasn’t real.

When WestView fell apart he was completely lost. In every sense of the word. In a new world with no way home and as it turned out, nobody was looking for him. Although he didn’t expect anyone to care, it still stung that nobody did. He always hoped that one day Erik would step up as a father figure for him, this; getting kidnapped and smuggled into a different dimension, seemed like the perfect moment for that epic father son moment, but it wouldn’t surprise Peter if his father has yet to notice his disappearance.

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, he came into contact with a beacon of hope. A guiding star that might possibly lead him to an existence consisting of something other than misery and self loathing.

It offered him a choice; return to being the self proclaimed loser he was known as or start fresh as someone new and mysterious, with first impressions yet to be made and conclusions about him yet to be drawn. Peter had known himself to be rash in the past, when it came to making decisions he had the tendency to act impulsively, never putting too much thought into how his decisions would affect his life in the long term. The choice before him now is no different, he knew exactly what he wanted going forward, however selfish the choice may have been, the second he realised it was an option his heart was set on it.

That previously mentioned beacon of hope arrived to him in the form of a girl, in the form of you. An ex-avenger and close friend of Wanda’s, you were hired by S.W.O.R.D to help them clean up the more ‘sensitive’ fallout that the fall of WestView brought about. Obviously, they were sticking you- the only other avenger with magik- on babysitting and rehabilitation rather than letting you go after your best friend who had gone completely off the rails. Having said that though, you didn’t want anyone else handling him.

You hadn’t watched WandaVision, nor were you even aware that any of it was going on until it had reached a boiling point and you got a call from Monica Rambeau, she’d begged you to come and wait on the edge of town while she went in and act as her eyes on the outside along with Jimmy Woo.

That’s where you stayed until the hex broke down.

As soon as the barrier came down the base you manned was overrun by an armada of terribly confused and distressed citizens, Monica and Wanda were not among them but in their places stumbled in Darcy and the man playing the role of Pietro.

Jimmy appointed himself to Darcy, who in all honesty seemed relatively unscathed by the situation while you made a beeline for the dirty blonde charading as your former, dead teammate.

Peter was, to put it simply, completely enthralled by you as soon as you’d strolled over to him and in the moment he’d put his almost magnetic attraction to you down to the fact that you were the first friendly face he’d seen upon breaking free of Agatha’s possession.

But one thing in particular struck him; you’d asked him his name. You hadn’t immediately assumed him to be some knock off Pietro, as everyone else had. You acknowledged that he had his own personal identity and despite how often he caught himself hating the person he was, he found that when it was torn away from him that he wanted it back. The simple question you posed gave him the opportunity to regain his identity.

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He answered you, almost unsure of himself and you found your interest in the man piqued even further.

He remembered with perfect clarity the way you’d offered him a grin, tilted your hand, extended your hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Peter. Come on, I’ll be your babysitter for the next while.” There was something about the way you’d laughed after saying the words and the slight, yet unmistakable, glint of mischief in your eyes that had him captivated from the get go.

With you came a whirlwind of new emotions. After only a few weeks of knowing you, Peter noticed he wasn’t as lonely as he had been back home. He didn’t hate himself half as much either, he wasn’t entirely free of self deprovative tendencies and maybe he never would be, but undoubtedly, he likes himself more in this world than he ever had in his last. He thanked you and your determination to make him “a functioning member of society” for that.

It didn’t feel belittling, the way you helped him. You hadn’t dragged him to your favourite mall every weekend just to taunt him about how he couldn’t stop himself from stealing something. Even the very first time, when he’d sped away from you and returned within a second adoring a pair of freshly stolen sunglasses. Your only reaction had been to laugh and casually place your hands on both sides of his face.

“At least remember to take the tag off next time, speedy.” You’d muttered, subtly pulling the tacky stickers off the arms of his shades. No, you weren’t dragging him sight seeing or forcing him to help you go clothes shopping because you thought he was a loser who needed reforming you were doing it because you were a true friend who wanted him to succeed.

The pair of you seemed like two peas in a pod. Which to be fair, you were. Peter Maximoff intrigued you in every sense of the word. He was new, quite literally other worldly, he was kind, he was funny, he was perfectly mischievous and completely wonderful.

What caught your eye the most was the way he held himself, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. It became apparent to you that he lacked confidence with the phrases he usually tacked onto the ends of his sentences. When you’d invite him to hang out in the beginning his response would always be something along the lines of, “Sure. If you want me to.” But the excitable puppy dog eyes told you that he was dying for someone to want him to tag along some place.

There was a certain understanding between you. You were both more than accustomed with the harrowing feeling of being alone and even though you’d never exactly voiced those thoughts with each other, you couldn’t deny that his was a spirit kindred to your own and he felt it too.

Since the Avengers has disbanded, one of your best friends, Natasha, was dead and your other best friend, Wanda, was gone completely off the rails and the people chasing her wouldn’t let you anywhere near her or even attempt to help pull her out of her darkness. You were being kept as a wildcard in case they needed her taken down. Peter was no stranger to the feeling of being cast aside and so he quickly responded to your frustrations, and in doing so, forced himself out of his comfort zone to be there for you. To his complete shock though, you’d been so appreciative of his efforts.

You never failed to thank him for the little things he did for you, always complimenting his mutation when he’d use it and giving him the recognition he never received at home. The friendship he formed with you was so… two sided, again, something he wasn’t accustomed to before. It didn’t involve him giving everything he had to offer and receiving nothing in return, you matched his energy meticulously and never left him hanging.

In a series of firsts, he didn’t wonder whether or not you genuinely liked him, never feeling the need or want to question it as you’d left him with no reason to doubt.

As he walked around the mall with you now, his mind brought his attention back to the question you’d asked him rather casually a few nights ago. You were both lounging on your couch, watching some ridiculous reality show (a favourite of yours and Peter’s) when you’d turned your head to look at him, a thoughtful look on your face. “Do you think when S.W.O.R.D figures the technology out to crack into other realities, you’ll go back to yours?”

The question had taken him aback for a second, in all honesty, he hadn’t thought about going home, not when he was with you at least and considering he’d become your roommate about three weeks after he got out of WestView, the thought of returning to his old life had barely crossed his mind.

Being an ex-Avenger you were fairly well off, you lived alone in a two bedroom apartment in New York that you’d bought to be closer to Stark tower. Peter had nowhere to go and aside from having a spare room to offer you’d also been sort of lost in the current of the busy city with everyone you once loved in the area either dead, on the run or busy elsewhere.

While the question hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind, it had crossed yours on several occasions. He’d been staying with you for six months and the moment you realised that he was becoming one of the most important people in your life, the thought of him leaving you too weighed on your mind but at the end of the day you wanted him to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy and if going back to his reality brought him that happiness then you’d support him.

“Dunno,” he’d replied, turning to face you, chucking a handful of popcorn at you when you looked incredulous at his response, “To be honest I haven’t really thought about it, m’way too busy babysitting you anyway.” He joked, effortlessly dodging the few pieces of popcorn you attempted to throw at him.

For the last few nights, the question haunted him, but it wasn’t just the question that was bothering him. You were at the forefront of his mind as he replayed the past six months of his life which also happened to be the best six months of his life. WestView put him through hell but coming out the other side of it and meeting you felt like heaven.

He weighed up the pros and cons of returning to his native timeline. The cons: he’d have to leave you behind, he’d go back to being the loser who nobody took seriously, his talents would be downplayed and disregarded and he’d inevitably end up revisiting his lifestyle of solitude. Then there was the pros: he’d get to reunite with his pac man machine. He couldn’t manage to think up anything else.

If he stayed he’d have everything he ever wanted and needed. You’d be there and he knew you always would be, besides he couldn’t leave you knowing that you needed him. If he left who would wake you up when you had night terrors about the catastrophe that your reality was still recovering from? There would be nobody there to comfort you when you woke up from the nightmares, reliving the deaths of Natasha, Tony or Vision and the experience of being snapped out of existence? If he wasn’t there to make you laugh when you were about to cry then who would be? In his heart of hearts he knew you had a huge support system at your disposal, he’d met most of them. Even though he was well aware that Sam visited you as often as he could, that Bucky wrote you letters on a monthly basis and sometimes tagged along with Sam on his visits, that Stephen Strange appeared in your apartment whenever the urge struck him, that the literal god of thunder invited you out for beer whenever he was visiting Earth, that the little spider-kid, also named Peter, swung by your apartment at least once a week to tell you all about school and his good deeds. Despite knowing all of this and knowing all of these people loved you dearly, Peter wanted to be your main source of support, he didn’t want to be someone who came and went, who’d love you then leave you. He wanted to be with you through anything and everything and the feeling that you’d love him for a lifetime had him satisfied with the decision he was about to make.

If leaving his old life meant he could stay here, with you, and experience happiness for more than a fleeting moment then he’d simply; leave it all behind.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me the other night.” He spoke through a mouthful of curly fries. You were sitting in the food court of the mall when he decided to let you in on his desire to stay with you indefinitely.

You raised your eyebrow, “You? Putting thought into an answer? Peter, I think I’m starting to become a bad influence on you.” You told him teasingly, taking a long sip of your drink as he rolled his eyes humorously.

“You’re a terrible influence which is exactly why I’ve decided to stay here and put you on the straight and narrow.” The glee you felt at his statement was undeniable, your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards.

“You’re staying? Really staying?” Your smile was contagious, Peter’s face now painted with a wide grin as he nodded his head.

In a moment of weakness he frantically added, “Y’know only if you want me to though. If you don’t that’s completely cool.” He rushed through the words, feeling more embarrassed when the fond look on your face never faded.

“Of course I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me.” You reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips as you reached across the metal table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Peter squeezed your hand gratefully, holding it in his grasp securely and allowing his smile to return to his face, “I know. You mean a lot to me too.” It was somewhat of an understatement, he was starting to understand that you didn’t just mean a lot, but that you meant everything.

His resolution lifted a huge weight off your shoulders that you wouldn’t be losing yet another best friend. You were glad he’d be with you when everything blew over with Wanda, the two of them definitely had the potential to develop a beautiful sibling relationship and they both deserved that. Of course, Peter would never replace Pietro and having known them both it was obvious just how different the two men were, the only thing they had in common being their powers and last name. Still, he and Wanda would still be able to work on it. He didn’t hate her after WestView and you knew Wanda well enough to know that she was kind hearted and she’d be more than willing to give him a chance. When she eventually comes back to her senses, that it.

As the months went on, life with you and Peter seemed to only get better. You never stopped laughing, your nightmares died down and Peter had taken on a whole new lease of life. Yourself and Peter were the perfect example of meeting the right person at the right time, you balanced each other out and accentuated the other’s good qualities.

Peter could now say with complete confidence that he was happy and what’s more is that he was finally sure that he was making someone happy.

Up until nearly eleven months of living together your relationship had been purely platonic, save for the constant flirting but flirtation pretty much ran in yours and Peter’s blood. Peter wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’d fallen for you the second you’d peeled the security tags off his stolen sunglasses.

You, on the other hand, had been fighting with yourself because yes, you love Peter but you couldn’t have told him when there was the possibility he’d eventually leave and now so much time has passed and you’ve got such a good thing going you didn’t have it in you to ruin it.

However, all of that changed when your original Maximoff best friend came knocking on your door.

Wanda was on the run. She’d caused an amazing amount of chaos but Stephen Strange and S.W.O.R.D were hot on her trail and now she needed a place to lay low with the twins. She figured there was no place more reliable to go than to the always open arms of her best friend, who conveniently had a divinity for earth magik and could muster up a protective barrier without raising suspicions. And that’s exactly where she found herself; outside your door.

You’d been chasing Peter around the apartment when you heard the knock on the door. Peter was on the opposite end of the kitchen to you, using the bar as a shield from you. “You better get that.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You glared as you spoke, it was his own fault really. What sort of idiot jumpscares a witch while she’s mid-meditation? He’d frightened you so badly you accidentally blasted a ball of your signature green energy and ruined your favourite couch throw pillow. When you were ready to pounce on the scared speedster the knocks sounded again, more frantic this time.

With one last glare towards Peter you stomped towards the door. Your anger melted away completely when you saw her. Her hood was up and she looked completely exhausted, two small hooded little boys by her side.

“Wanda…” You breathed out, relief flooding your system at the sight of her alive. She didn’t get a chance to speak before your arms were pulling her against you tightly, hugging her as if your life depended on it. Wanda returned in your embrace, allowing herself to relax for the first time in nearly a year, she sniffled against your shoulder, holding back tears as she realised how much she’d truly missed you.

Billy and Tommy watched in confusion as their mother cried into your shoulder. They didn’t know who you were, all their mother had told them was that they were going somewhere safe.

It was the yell of one of the boys that caused you and Wanda to separate, “Uncle P!” With that you felt a familiar rush of air across your leg but instead of Peter appearing one of the kids was gone.

You shared a perplexed look with Wanda, although your confusion was for different reasons.

“Hey hell raisers!” Peter responded, catching the mini speedster who all but threw himself at him barely regaining his balance before the other child had flung himself into the hug.

“Wanda? Those two… are they...?” You started, at a loss for words Wanda cut you off quietly, her tone as disbelieving as yours.

“My children? Yes. Is that…?” You nodded your head numbly, anticipating the end of her question.

“Your fake brother? Yeah.” Quickly, you realised you and a wanted woman catching up with the door wide open wasn’t ideal and you ushered Wanda inside, shutting the door when she walked in.

“Hey.” Peter greeted her simply, as if he hadn’t been used as a meat puppet in her altered reality. It wasn’t in his nature to hold any grudges.

“Hi?” Wanda replied, her voice still twinged with confusion.

“Peter, will you keep an eye on the kids for a bit? Wanda and I have some catching up to do.” You asked him with a nervous laugh, just thankful that Wanda was too tired to argue with your suggestion.

Peter ruffled the boys’ hair and gave you a grin, “Only if you stop trying to kill me.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to lead Wanda into your bedroom, “You’re on probation, jerk.” You called over your shoulder.

Once you were securely in your bedroom, the door locked and sitting comfortably you fixed Wanda with an amused look, “I’d ask you what’s new but I’m not sure I even wanna know.”

Wanda gave you a sad smile while she shook her head, “No, you probably don’t. I will tell you tomorrow, I don’t want to get into it tonight. I’m so tired.” She admitted, her voice overcome with sadness.

“I’ll pump up the air mattress and you and the boys can sleep in here for however long you need. I’d offer you the spare room but that’s where Peter’s been staying and I don’t think empty food containers are the kind of decor you’d be into.” Wanda nodded, squeezing your hand gratefully.

“So his name is Peter?” She asked, curious about the man Agatha had used to trick her in WestView.

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Peter Maximoff, actually.”

Wanda’s brows came to a furrow at that, “Maximoff? So he’s a relation?”

“Yes and no. Peter is from a different reality but he’s still a Maximoff and he’s got super speed. So, and this is just my theory, while you’re not directly related he could still be your brother- if you wanted him to.” You explained, as gently as you could, not trying to push her too far but to nudge the idea in her direction.

Wanda, to your surprise, didn't seem to hate the suggestion, “What is he like?”

A genuine smile made it onto your face then, as you shot into your description of your roommate, “He’s caring, funny, a little bit of a kleptomaniac but he’s working on it. He’s understanding and moronically selfless, moronic in the sense that he doesn’t even realise he’s being selfless. Huge pain in the ass too.” Wanda had a soft smile on her face by the time you’d finished.

“You like him.” Was all she said and you let out a laugh in disbelief, standing up and opening the door.

“Go grab a shower. I’ll have Peter blow up the air mattress while I go introduce myself to my god sons.”

“I thought you’d at least wait until I actually asked you.” Wanda laughed as you walked out of the room.

Things moved fairly quickly after that. As promised you introduced yourself to Billy and Tommy as their god mother, which they seemed more than thrilled about and you assumed that excitement had to do with whatever description of you Peter had given them. Wanda and the twins were all cleaned and fed and had all but collapsed into bed, foregoing the air mattress and huddling together in your double bed instead.

“Where are you sleeping, mother Teresa?” Peter teased as he noticed your eyes drooping where you stood.

“On the couch probably. Or the air mattress.” You mumbled, cutting yourself off with a yawn.

Peter, unimpressed with your options, scoffed, “No way. Come on, you can bunk with me.”

Much like Wanda, you were too tired to argue and you let Peter pull you to his, surprisingly clean, room by the hand.

You both crawled into the bed, lying close together despite the amount of empty space on the mattress.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Your soft voice broke through the silence and Peter turned his head to look at you.

“About Wanda?” You nodded your head, watching him intently as he rolled onto his side, facing you more comfortably.

Peter shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling ok. Just glad the twins still see me as their cool uncle.” You let out a small laugh at his response.

“Wanda was asking about you. Seemed interested in getting to know the real you.” You informed him, your heartwarming as you watched a hopeful look fall across his face.

A lull settled over the room once again and Peter caught himself staring at you. His eyes drifted over every visible part of you, reminding him of most of the points on his pros list for staying in your universe; your eyes, your lashes, your nose, your lips, you.

“What’re you thinking about?” The sound of your tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts and ultimately pushed him to bite the bullet and tell you how he’s feeling. With you curled up beside him, in his bed, fighting sleep just to stay in his company for as long as you could; he knew there would be no better time.

“Just about how happy I am to be here with you.” He answered you honestly, the butterflies in both of your stomachs fluttering in sync at his words.

You trailed a hand under the duvet and onto the bedsheets between your bodies, feeling around until you found his hand and gently intertwined your fingers. “I’m happy you decided to stay.”

“What you’ve all gone through in this timeline sucks- don’t get me wrong-“ Peter started sincerely, scooting closer to you and dropping his head back down on the edge of your pillow, leaving the pair of you practically nose to nose as he went on.

“And I hate that Wanda had to go through so much… but I’m really glad that it led me to you.” Peter swore in that moment, right after the confession left his mouth, that he could die right now and be completely content knowing that you now knew how he felt.

His heart stopped, and he thought that maybe he was about to die, when you gave him the softest, sweetest smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of and whispered, “I feel the same.”

Time moved in slow motion as he felt you moving your intertwined hands towards your lips, your lips pressed gently against the back of Peter’s hand before you brought them to rest against your chest.

It was a fact to say that Peter Maximoff had never felt intimacy quite like this before. But, experiencing it now, with you, led him to wonder how he’d ever survived without it. He wasn’t sure whether it was natural to crave more, especially when the affection you were showing him was so gentle, but he didn’t care as he let the impulsive side of him take over.

Not sparing another word, Peter closed the small distance between your lips and his. His free hand cupped your jaw while yours wasted no time in getting tangled in his silver hair.

His lips moved softly and surprisingly slowly over yours and he savoured the feeling of your hand holding his while your other got lost in his hair, your body pressed up against him, the way your jaw moved against his palm as you reciprocated the movement of his lips and the taste of your lips, promising himself he’d never let the memory slip from his mind for as long as he lived.

With complete clarity, Peter could say he had felt true, genuine happiness and he had no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely nothing Charles, Hank, Scott or anyone else from his original timeline could say to make him leave this happiness behind. Because in the process of forgetting his old life, he couldn’t deny that he has undoubtedly found himself in the position of a man who had so much more to live for.

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wandavision x reader #wandavision spoilers #x men x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #mcu #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader

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quidfree · 2 years

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do you have any thoughts on class 1a dynamics as a whole? i really love whenever they make an appearance in your fics (like the party in tlaao) would love anything more you had to offer, whether in high school or in a hypothetical future

honestly i dont have that many thoughts on the subject bc if im being real i only care about like 40% of class 1-a lol. sorry to the extras but so many of the charas are not developed or interesting enough for me to have thoughts on them. i vacillate between wanting to just flesh out characters myself or point to canon and just give in to the fact that loads of the characters are boring / have no depth, so i dont have specific takes on like The Entire Class. but i do enjoy the way certain charas bounce off each other and some of the friend groups, notably the whole kirishima/kaminari/sero/ashido subgroup who i think feel like an actual group of friends w clear similarities in temperament but distinct personalities, unlike a lot of the nebulously fanon friendships in the class.

for the class as a whole i do find their like group dynamic interesting objectively given 1) the insane amount of trauma theyve been through and 2) the way certain classmates are unarguably like the mvps of the class. theyre all traumabonded war vets by this point so i imagine theyre pretty close regardless of personal affinity, but then also 5-10 of them are consistently involved in high stakes drama and 3 of them are like the main characters of their universe, espeeeecially bakudeku. i have this whole thesis on 1-a v bakudeku that ive never worded properly which is like… yk how all might says theyre 2 sides of the heroism thing? i think thats also true wrt to their class. like in their own way i think both of them are kind of the heart of the class/the class mascot. i know that may seem like a stretch regarding bakugou but i think its p true. theyre both fairly aspirational and also heavily involved in class plots (for bakugous side think sports fest and kidnapping for starters lol), n i think lowkey both have similar leader traits ™ despite opposite approaches as the story progresses. importantly they have like opposition/foil roles to each other so i think in conjunction is when they really act as class mascot. and i love that in recent arcs bakugou is like the class voice of reason leader to midoriyas rogue agent thats a fun reversal (altho id argue midoriya has always been a pretty reckless and independent actor who is a team player only by chance).

also i just enjoy narratives where there are some people that Stand Out and i wish there was more of a… idk, Vibe there where 1a acknowledges the Otherness of some of their classmates instead of typical ‘together we fight! we are here for each other! go team!’ ra-ra shonen bs. bc it would be really weird and interesting to examine what its like to be a character w like normal / above average but normal for 1A abilities but then have to contend w these Super OP classmates. imagine going to class and endeavours kid is there w two quirks. and one guy has all mights quirk. and the other guy gets kidnapped by the league of villains as a recruitment stunt bc hes that good. ok.

i realise ive gotten very off topic from ur ask i think in a less meta way something i enjoy is the semi unlikely spinoff friendships that develop w age. like i always enjoy making uraraka close with both bakugou and todoroki bc i think she admires them both a lot in hs and sort of befriends them individually by accident through midoriya except it just sticks bc shes good-natured but not much of a pushover so she can handle their antisocial antics. or like sero is unexpectedly one of those ppl who just has everyone’s number bc hes really chill and has unlikely hobbies. in general i think 1a likely hang out a lot even as adults and their in-jokes are all really disturbing but funny to them alone. they also try to drag the horror trio kicking and screaming out of pure workaholicism whenever they can (kirisquad esp). i feel like the first couple of times 1a went out they went massively overboard bc of their abnormally important need for stress release and it was a complete mess that barely anyone remembers anything of except the usual sober(ish) contingent. todoroki and bakugou both know more than they let on but will take the memories to the grave for a variety of reasons.

theyre probably all very competent heroes in general when older also but like yk how when youre surrounded by smart people you forget theyre smart? i feel like their sense of normalcy is so skewed none of them realise how impossibly trained they all are at their jobs. their peers/the GP is in consistent shock and theyre just like ‘whos up for drinks next tuesday lol’. running gag that all of 1-a is ridiculously overqualified and also like way too used to dealing w earth-shattering danger so normal villains avoid them like the plague to spare themselves the embarrassment.

#qui parle #qui repond #anon #bnha

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bisluthq · 2 years

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Coz like a lot of it is rooted in these men loving your idol/aspirational celebrity in a way you’d love to be loved. // i feel seen 🫣

but that’s 100% true, and the way she talks and writes about him doesn’t help😩 like whenever i listen to rep i feel like i’m the one moving to london with my bf of 3 months and also getting locked down with that stupid j necklace🥵 like it’s all so wild and silly sometimes but that’s a really nice way to be loved yk? and not to sound like an anti but he could literally leave her for someone with a less chaotic life, i’m sure he could find a smart/funny/creative/hot/kind girl easily but… he doesn’t. because he loves her. he just stays. in spite of all the shit. because he loves her and that outweighs everything else bro. no wonder i’m so obsessed

Right this is an honest reason to thirst for Joe as a Swiftie. He has organic thirsters but like disproportionately it’s Swifties and they legit scare his other fans off like it’s unpleasant so if some of y’all gain self awareness that’d be great for like film Twitter too.

Nothing wrong with thirsting for him because he loves Taylor. Like just admit you like self inserting into her and we’re all good.

#nat talks… joe thirst

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baku-writes · 3 years

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Omgggg I just love the hawks request you did it was amazing and sooo good imma request something similar to it but with DABI/ Touya todoroki can you do where the reader and Touya as children like yk childhood friends both grew up with parents who abused them and one day Touya was about to get beaten badly in training and the reader took it for them ( timeskip when they learnt Touya died they were absolutely sadand almost suicide? And DABI finds her in time and they just talk and confess? <333 :)

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS IDEA!! Personally, even though Dabi isn't my fav character I love his backstory. I just find it so interesting.

Touya todoroki x gn!reader (mostly children versions so angst and fluff)

TW: Abuse, fake suicide (?), suicidal thoughts, minor bodily injury (mentions of burnt skin, bruises and blood). ANGST, spoilers (?)

Back from the dead

Summary: you and touya todoroki grew up together and were both victims of brutal parenting. However, when you took the punishment for Touya it was the final straw... he wasn't Touya anymore...

Life was difficult.

It always had been.

Your entire life you were told you would be nothing, your parents beat you into submission until no motivation ever sparked within you other than to be what they wanted. They wanted a hero. The next number one, just like allmight. They didn't want another version of endeavor, but a capable young hero who could fight any villain and take them down with ease.

Your parents weren't pro heroes, both were rejected by UA and didn't pass the hero course for any other school. It crushed them. But also drove them to insanity. Everything they had ever worked for in their childhood come crashing down within a short period of their lives, that is how the both met. However, when they had you they saw a sadistic glimmer of hope. Hope that their 'spawn' could do what they couldn't and hope that their child could live out their dream for them.

And so they would train you. And train you. And train you. Until you couldn't walk, talk and sometimes even eat due to exhaustion. But once they realised they could no longer give you any more training boosts due to their lack of experience, they handed you off to the number 2, endeavour. Even though they despised him, if that is what they had to do to make you strong.... they were going to make you do it.

And there you met Touya. A young boy, the same age as you, with aspirations and dreams of becoming the hero his father wanted him to be. However, like your parents, they taught this motivation through sadistic punishments and abusive training.

It was obvious the kid was worn out. Burn scars scorched his arms and even his face. It confused you, but also made you protective of him. You hated how overworked he was. You hated to see him get hurt. Ofcourse you wouldn't tell anyone this, knowing your sadistic parents they would threaten his life to motivate you.

One day it was the usual training. Your parents dropped you off at the number 2's house, with only a single bottle of water and a small dirt kids towel. Your overgrown and unkept hair was in an uncomfortably tight messy bun and your limbs ached from the previous days grueling training.

The day started off as normal: using your quirk until you couldn't do it anymore or collapse from exhaustion. Your quirk is called manipulation, it allows you to manipulate the shapes of near by non living objects, fir example you could make a smooth rock spiky. However, your quirk took a lot of focus and energy, so far you could only use your quirk on objects as large as a vase, you were only young.

Touya was next to you, hot flames spewing from his hands and arms. Singing his skin and burning the near by area... that was until he noticed his dads near by ornament fall and shatter on the ground.

Was this ornament important to endeavor? No. But would he still be pissed? Yes.

Fear immediately clouded Touya's mind....

"Nonononono" his panicked cries began to fill the room as you ran over to him, his cries would only alert endeavour sooner. Not because endeavour would be worried for him, but because endeavour would be angry at whatever he had done.

"Touya calm down. Here, I'll sweep it u-"

You barely had time to look up when you hear the sound of the door slam and angry heavy footsteps head towards the training room. Oh no. He's heard.

The door slammed open and silence cascaded over the room. Everything went still as time began to slow, the only sound you could hear was your heart thumping against your rib cage. Touya was going to get hurt.... and you hated that.

"Touya..... did you break the ornament?" He was calm at first. Some may see this as a good sign, but you two know better. He was going to explode any minute, he was a ticking time bomb waiting to blow.

"DID YOU BREAK THE FUCKING THING?" His voice was raised, his steps heading towards the two of you.

He raised his hand, ready to hit his son until your voice chimed in. Weak and unconfident you stood in front of your chest friend as you spoke.

"It was me... I broke it."

Silence filled the room. The scowl on his face grew deeper as he grabbed onto your arm with force.

"You know what's going to happen. Don't tell a fucking soul, you hear me?"

.....

After around 10 minutes you left the backroom, beaten and bloodied. Ofcourse, it wasn't to a severe extent, but still enough to hurt and be noticed by any possible strangers.

Touya didn't speak to you for the rest of the day.... and the next day training was cancelled...

Touya was dead.... death by fire. It was suicide. You knew it.

(TIME SKIP, CURRENT TIME)

The fall from the bridge seemed welcoming. You had got no where in life, running away from your parents at the age of 16 you found yourself helpless and homeless years later.

Recently, you discovered everything was a lie... Toiya wasn't dead... well the Touya you knew was. But the body if him was alive, just being controlled by a man who goes by the name "Dabi". You didn't want to accept that ot was your friend, you didn't want to accept the fact that you still liked him. He was a murderer... you should hate him. But what you hated even more was how you pitied endeavour, the abuser who tortured you two and lead his own son to 'suicide'. He had changed, but you will never forgive him.

The hopelessness and confusion in your life was too much. You let the cool air whip against your face for the final few minutes, you might as well enjoy the last moments in your life. Ironically, it was peaceful, you never really got peace before. And it had to be your final moments that ot decided to make an appearance.

Now was the time. The time to end this miserable life. The time to end the memories and pain that tormented you for years. You would never have to get hurt again, the pain will just stop and never appear. No one will miss you, your friend is gone and your family was never there. Tears began to pour down your face as you realised your life was nothing but a misery... you never even lived. You just survived...

You took a step closer to the ledge.

Until you felt a harsh tug pull you back and force you onto the concrete floor.

"OW WHAT THE HELL?!"

Your head shot up to glare at who ever pulled you down to the ground. But your blood ran cold as a white haired 5'9 figure covered in burn scars stood in front of you...

"D-dabi."

Shock overwhelmed your system, the tears ran down your face faster as you come face to face with your 'dead' best friend. The boy who abandoned you all those years ago..... the man who you never got over...

"Come on now, you know that's not my name." His smile creased his face and wrinkled his scars a little and his held out his hand to you. Warily, you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up. Should you trust him? He was a murderer.... but he was your friend.....

"Long time no see, huh?" He chuckled a little bit. Was this a fucking normal meeting for him. Is he making a guxking joke out of this.... after he abandoned you all those years ago, just to become some low life thug who murders people. INNOCENT PEOPLE.

"What the fuck? Is this funny to you? You think this is funny? Laughing when you left me all those years ago. Laughing when you become this.... a- a... A monster, a freak who murderers out of revenge? Fuck you."

Anger shot through you. You don't care if this gets you killed, either he will do it or you'll do it yourself. He was a monster. A killer. Everything you ever despised in one person. A person you used to love turned into a revenge crazed maniac who kills the innocent.

Surprise flooded his features as you rammed a finger into his chest.

"YOU KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE. YOU HAVE PROBABLY KILLED FUCKING CHILDREN! Who the hell do you think you are coming to see me after what, 5 to 10 years? FUCK I don't even remember anymore because I don't see the point in keeping track of the days I had to live thinking you died! You're a monster...."

Your figure began to crumple, your tough exterior caving in as your pent up emotions broke free from their cage. You collapsed into his arms as he ran a soothing hand down your back. You were so confused.... you were angry yet happy. Sad at what he had become but proud of his strength to fight back...

"Why did you leave me Touya? I c-could of saved you..."

The cool breeze blew against the two of you as Touya continued running soothing strokes down your back. Suprisingly, he was guilty. But he wasn't here to see you upset. He was here to get you, save you, help you. He was here to take you to the LOV, his new family.

"I know I left, but I'm here now. I'm taking you to the League, but I promise they won't hurt you. They are family, you want to change the world right? Fix society? That's our goal too. We have all been hurt one way or another.... but please. Come with me. Let me make up for the time we have missed out on so far, let me be the man you need."

You looked up at him, your eyes sore from crying and nose running. Slowly, you nodded. His warm embrace was welcoming, the first hug you have had in at least 5 years.

"Okay...... but you have to take ms out on a date first." A small goggle escaped your lips as you expected a disgusted face to scrunch his features.

But instead...

"Sure, but we're heading over to the LOV hide out right now sweetheart."

Surprise filled your features as be smiled again, his smile just like his old self.

....

Maybe the new Touya wasn't that bad... maybe the old Touya never left...

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Never wrote for Dabi before so I hope this is good enough!!! Sorry if it took a while to write, I've had a few mental health things pop up within the last 2 days but I'm going to be okay <33. Let me know if this is what you wanted 💞💞

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krittikamoon · 3 years

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Weeell since you rebloged the post with questions to be asked, I suppose you are in the mood for writing and I am in the mood to read so here is the whole interview that I prepared for you in numbers: 20,31,35,42,46, 57,so get comfy and whenever you are ready you can begin🎬 hehe😁😁😁💌🤍💛

MY FAVORITE PERSON SENT AN ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO! I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A NICE DAY! Muah! Thank you sm for sending an ask! Okay so here I go:

(biggest deal breaker)

20: I'd say when people are too hooked on to their past, I've always dated guys who couldn't get over their past relationships and I've always helped them heal over it, I've realised it's not my responsibility to heal everyone, but I still do oh god smh, but it's a huge deal breaker for me! I'm a very 'now, in the moment' kinda person :D or maybe too futuristic (screams sag dominance). Also people who are not ambitious? Or people who lack drive, like I can be friends w them and all but idk why I just can't vibe with people who lack vision and drive for some reason! Oh and people who disrespect me, that's a huge deal breaker!

(last awkward situation)

31: My last awkward situation happened a week ago haha! It's so funny I can't even-

Ok so I was at the airport and I ordered a cup of hot chocolate, I got distracted after paying for my hot chocolate and when I looked at the counter there was a cup so I mindlessly picked it up thinking it was mine and went to my table, I was wondering how fast their service was and I did tip them a huge amount for it, but my hot chocolate tasted really strange. After 5 minutes I see a little boy standing near the counter with the barista, the barista called out my name, he was like "ma'am you picked up the wrong order, the cup you picked was this little gentleman's cappuccino", OHMYGOD, I felt so bad for drinking his coffee, I got him a cappuccino and his favorite muffin. It was so embarrassing and guess what my Aries rising mom was the one laughing the loudest, too awkward for me aha!

(my quirks)

35: Mhm, I'd say I have many quirks. I'm a very loud person, and I never tone down my voice when I'm happy, I've stopped doing that tho! The thing is I wear my emotions on my sleeve (I'm an Aries moon 1st house), so whenever I'm happy or around my friends, I'm REALLY loud yk, my acquaintances tell me to tone it down but I don't because I live for free expression! (My friends never tell me to tone it down, so I used the word acquaintances). Also, I wear traditionals all the time, people find it really weird (I'm a cancer Jupiter 4h, very fascinated by my roots and culture, I'm a Hindu), so I'm always wearing a bindi kurta (or saree) and people always suggest me to wear something 'modern' as my traditionals don't match my age and guess what IDGAF ahahaha!

(what do I daydream about)

42: I daydream about my future sm!! (I'm a very futuristic person, thanks sag sun/merc 9h), I daydream about pampering my kids, I daydream about me wearing the olive green uniform (I aspire to be an army officer), I daydream about my workplace, I daydream about being a successful woman! I daydream about teaching poor kids or either funding their education (Neptune 10h ahah), these are some major things I daydream about!

(most dangerous thing I've ever done)

46: I've done a lot dangerous and risky things tho xD (you see the mars dominance come thru), but I'd say the most dangerous thing I've ever done is helping a girl being harrassed by a group of boys at a very lonely place in the dark. Ig it was 9 pm? I was on my way back to home after my dance practice, and the road is very isolated by that hour, I heard a girl scream for help. I was so scared, I could feel my heart pound so badly, around 3-4 guys ganged a girl, I immediately rushed and pushed them away harshly, and I called the police up and screamed at the top of my voice, they thankfully ran away. I was shaking the entire time, but yay!

(recent trends that I hate the most)

57: There are so many trends I don't like xD, but I'd definitely say the rise of fast fashion, teenagers are so obsessed with these fast fashion brands like Shein, Zara, h and m etc, they're not aware of the repercussions and it's not their fault. I've visited manufacturing houses of these fast brands (I'm a commercial student), and I've seen how hard these workers work in such dire conditions and how less they are paid for it. And the fact that these brands are continuously harming the environment at such a huge scale scares me, ig it's high time we should collectively boycott such brands.

Here's a video if some of yall don't know what I'm talking about

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ALSO! THANK YOU SM AGAIN FOR SENDING THE ASK! ILYTM! AND I ADORE YOU THE MOST! JUST KNOW THAT

Muah LOVE YOU, TAKE CARE, sending love and blessings your way 🫂💛

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whimsywit · 3 years

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hi! could i order a red velvet truffle please? thank you so much!

Zodiac: libra sun, gemini moon, aries rising

Gender Preference: boy pls

Age Preference: one of the students pls!

Likes: science (especially the medical field), the sims, animals, sweet things.

Dislikes: irresponsible/childish people, babies, math

Hobbies: knitting/jewelry making, biking, reading

Talents: i play trombone, i know sign language and i’m learning russian

Positive Qualities: i’m smart, i like to think i’m funny and a lot of it is pretty sarcastic or dry, i’m a good listener, i’m not super sensitive, i’m a rational thinker.

Negative Qualities: i can be pretty quiet and aloof, i’m not very good at showing emotion (i’ve been told i can come off as cold) and i’m a little bit socially inept. i think i can come off as mean sometimes because i’m a little blunt. when i’m with people i like i’m a much warmer person though

Fears: failure, the ocean, being inadequate/not being smart enough

Aspirations: i want to be a surgeon! and i’m looking very forward to the career/general domestic life stability of being middle aged lol

Admired Qualities: intelligence, humor (especially the same type as mine), i think i do best with people who kind of balance me out emotionally

Avoided Qualities: self absorbed people, whiny people

Extra: my enneagram is 5w6 and my love language is quality time followed by touch

thank you so so much!!! -✂️

Hiya! Tysm for being patient and requesting 🤗 A lil bit of an unconventional choice on my part here, but I wanna give the underrated characters love yk, and I genuinely think you’d be a good match with...

Rikido Sato!

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OKAY OKAY OKAY listen. listen...... brains and brawn dynamic. NEED I SAY MORE??? i will tho cause its my job 😂 But yeah your whole thing is being smart and centered around science, and though Rikido is in no way dumb or anything of the like, his shtick is being big and strong and whatnot. Plus he’s known to be quite cooperative and generally warm with others which balances out your tendency to be cold and blunt. Overall I’m just a sucker for contrast and think you guys balance each other out well which always makes for a super cute couple (๑>◡<๑)

Not to mention you like sweets! And who better to indulge you than the sugar man himself? Whenever you so much as think you’re in the mood for some sort of treat Rikido’s already pulling it out of the oven for you, and you guys just sit for hours on end, eating, exchanging sassy jokes, his head in his hands and stars in his eyes as he listens to you go on about your hobbies and interests. I can easily see him picking up some things so you guys have more to discuss, as well, like starting his own sims game to talk about the lore with you and biking more often so you can spend an afternoon outside together 💕

And would you look at that, guys gals and all-around pals, we’ve got another Gemini/Libra match on our hands!! Oml I’m always so excited when these pop up, as I’ve said before these signs are just THE soulmate pair of the zodiac, I’ve gushed about this before so in fear of repeating myself I’ll keep this short (＞人＜;) You two both deeply value communication and have a desire to go out into the world, so even if you have different goals or mindsets your energies still mesh seamlessly, making it easy to open to one another and form an understanding. This plus your ability to keep each other engaged and entertained all contribute to a worthwhile and long lasting relationship that’ll never falter.

Actually don’t even get me started on the long-lasting bit, Rikido is absolutely hubby material, being able to bring home the bread for you and the family you make together (literally and metaphorically lmao). Being a double-income household in two high profile lines of work will provide you the domestic stability you dream of, spending many a night cozied up as you craft or read or playing your trombone and he cooks dinner before he cuddles up to you like the softie he is. Whenever you have doubts you can count on him to be right there with you, supporting and reassuring you of your sheer talent and ability, cause gosh in his eyes you’re the smartest and most beautiful thing in the world. He still can’t comprehend how you ended up in his arms, but damn if he isn’t gonna give everything he’s got to show you how lucky he knows he is and how much he worships you. Trust me, you won’t find a sweeter guy around; it’s in the name after all〜

#order up: red velvet truffle!#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha matchup #mha matchup #anime matchup #sato rikido #rikido sato #bnha sato #mha sato #sato bnha #sato mha #rikido sato x reader #sato x reader

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beigejournals · 4 years

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a beautifully foolish endeavor

so i made the mistake of turning off the iCloud for my notes, now the few (well, it was pretty long) notes on the first two chapters was erased from my laptop. that’s great! so i’m going straight to tumblr. hoping that this website won’t ruin it for me.

MAYA

we love conspiracy theorists. haha! they say that aquarius are built like that, i don’t feel that for me but here we are enjoying this book.

“Real dreams seemed so chaotic and unstructured.” lol you tell me. beigejournals.tumblr.com/tagged/beigedreams is a mess!

ok back with US geography i know so little about.

mom, potato rudeness.

lol, dads.

we love how black people/ families try to be strong especially in the environment that they are in.

“another rich kid with an art school degree and no direction” oof.

“because i will never not be completely horrified by myself losing control” SAME.

ANDY

same andy skampt lol, if dogs are not good then i don’t know what to do with my life anymore

OH I THOUGHT WHEN U OPEN THE DOOR, APRIL IS GONNA BE THERE!!!!! GRRR.

we love a recap even on the third chapter.

Mach 3? not March 3? is Mach 3 a place?

what a nice way to say no to guns

i’m now thinking what Carl was a symbol for in the first book. to me, during college, it really just felt like something tied to religion, maybe something like Jesus. but it’s been a while since i last read the book so idk.

i don’t remember who Miranda and Robin are! BUT WTF i didn’t expect the book to start this way.

hah! that’s funny “This one’s for my patient and loving wife, Katherine” HAHA

what an interesting book. can i survive this book. HAHAHA

WTF IS THIS BOOK

IS ANDY JOHN GREEN CHAR

THIS BOOK IS A WEIRD STALKER

it’s weird how it changes from “you” to “the man”

the book definitely feels like a choose on your own adventure

“the words definitely felt like april” she speaks like that?

it is interesting to see the perspective of massive phenomena thru the eyes of those left behind!

is every book or show sponsored by subway? i need to know

“out of transaction mode” nice.

when he said “I made a mental note that maybe that would be a good topic for a video” i was like same. yes. nice quote AHAHA

who fucking gets a book out of the trash?

damn, reddit.

MIRANDA

okay. now we’re remeeting miranda. i’m guessing she had something to do with media??? did she have an affair with april because i do not remember but i somehow do?

lol miranda is me, for some reason, i have to put ALL my thoughts out there

ok they did hook up.

oh. Robin was the media person. Miranda was the smarty pants, i guess? wow. nice words beige.

peter petrawicki sounds familiar... is he the guy april was against?

yes he is.

August 5? what was Mach 3 then.

“what’s the harm in attacking someone who’s dead?” the Filipino in me jumped. i could never!

also Hank’s constant thoughts on fame is evident not only on this book, but the first one as well.

when miranda stopped reading the article, i felt that. i didn’t want to read it too but i have no choice.

that dog talk bullshit. HAHAHA. i know it’s really a nice point of view but it’s just coming from an article about a guy who sounds so pompous.

is it weird that i didn’t get goosebumps. was the goosebumps cringe? because i would have accepted that.

this service, i’ve heard a lot about this in true crime, haha!

what’s the service, siz!

I ASPIRE TO BE MIRANDA. i don’t even know what’s happening yet but she a detective. is it.... real time shit? or virtual reality x 100? putting everyone in the dream state?

ANDY

was the Miranda chapter there to make me think that Peter was behind the book? coz i think it’s either April or Carl(s).

is it just a coincidence but the moment Andy said he needed to poop, i felt the same.

i’m now thinking if i were given the book would have i done the same? would i follow the rules? especially because of the Miranda chapter messing with my mind yk

why does bex always mention andy’s name! that’s weird becky!

ugh i forgot what becky looked like, i didn’t think she was going to be that important. now i have to go back and look at her description.

early twenties, asian but with dark skin and an accent, is she me? HAHAHAHA. British? huh hahaha. so it’s not me then.

“and cute.” NICE.

she told me about her brothers and i TOLD HER ABOUT MY EXISTENTIAL DREAD

$100,000 of stock in IGRI!! IT IS PETER ISN’T IT? or if it isn’t him, it’s the service.

oof Senator William Casey

MAYA

"having a parent who is always a little bit disappointed in you isn’t ever going to be healthy. The question is whether it is an unhealthy weight that I have to struggle with or an unhealthy fuel that can actually propel me. It’s been both of those things in my life, and right now, it was fuel.” hopefully i can say that in my life.

oooh, go Maya! we love investigations. i just remembered how fun this book was with all of its mystery.

“The internet in South Jersey was spotty. Some days customers’ internet would be unusably slow, other days it would be back to normal, and the next day there would be no connection at all. This had been going on long enough that it was news, and that news had been picked up by the Som as another example of something weird going on near Philly.” -change the places to “the Philippines” and it would still be the same

i’m getting sleepy and as much as i want to put every single thought, i think i’ll just come back when there is something i need to say because this book was supposed to be for fun and now it feels like another homework.

#beigedrafts #a beautifully foolish endeavor

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arraega · 6 years

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“ i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like. " — sighs yk sabthan im hurting already

god…. i love being happy! HDFLKGH

ethan moore had always assumed that he was a simple enough man. simple features, simple style, simple aspirations. he always assumed as much, because he had always been told so. sabine was the first soul to touch his and make him feel as though he could be something great without having to try very hard at all. she made him feel like something great already. ethan was standing straight, facing sabine, who was beginning to break down in front of him. he knew that it was hard for her to do something so bold in front of their friends, who were merely background noise in ethan’s mind at the present moment. what mattered was the fact that sabine’s small hands were trembling slightly, even as they were being held by his own between them. he tightened his grip. what mattered was the fact that tears were streaming down the cute slopes of sabine’s cheeks that he had fallen in love with night after night. he furrowed his brows and let a corner of his lips curve upright in an empathetic and wholeheartedly understanding smile as he reached a hand up and used the pad of one of his thumbs to wipe her tears away. he felt his heart soar, still, when he felt her lean into his touch. she was probably worried right now that her bride-themed make-up was getting ruined (he didn’t even know what that meant, really, but he was willing to go along with it just because this was her big day as much as it was his, and he was willing to let anything make sense today). but ethan was transmitting messages to his wife–soon to be wife, he corrected himself. but in hindsight, it was all just keeping up with niceties. ethan had been confidently referring to sabine valdez as mrs. moore since she had said yes that fine summer night in their apartment.

hearing her say something so raw and true made ethan want to hold her in his arms the way he had so many times throughout the duration of their messy and loss-heavy relationship so that he could shush her and watch as she curled into him and eventually fell asleep. he wanted to turn off the cameras and tell her that she’ll never have to feel that way again. not with him, who had enough love for sabine valdez in his heart for the two of them. loving his wife was something that came more naturally to ethan moore than breathing, even. it had been that way since he could remember.

he didn’t do any of that, though, as his throat began to close up publicly for the first time since he could remember. only she could break the ethan moore everyone knew as the golden boy who felt no fear, who had never endured pain, who never cried or mourned any kind of loss. only she had ever been able to dig underneath the layers of fluff he had built in order to lessen the impact of having parents he loved to the moon and back who never had the heart to love him too. only she had ever cared enough to dig beyond the surface level ethan who didn’t produce tears to cry over the loss of his mother a mere year prior, in the middle of their engagement (when, in reality, he cried for days and days). only she knew how broken he truly was when he had lost her that first time. when she had left him and promised that she wouldn’t come back; when he had to mull over the fear that he had somehow wrecked and scared away someone so beautiful, down to her very core. only she knew, and only she would ever know. “i’m not gonna start with some cheesy, ‘from the moment we met’ spiel, because we both know that you would have rather laughed your ass off than give a loser who tried too hard to be funny the time of day when we first met. but–sabine–when you came into my life… i mean, that first night–and you know the night; the night you stayed for the first time–the night that you decided, willingly, to give me a chance… that was the night that i really began to… to live for something.” ethan went into their wedding thinking sabine would end up sounding more poignant that he ever could, but everything about this moment somehow felt equally as powerful to him. he licked his lips in a desperate attempt to keep the tears welling in his eyes from falling over. he wasn’t afraid to bare his soul–to look weak. he wasn’t afraid with her. “i grew up being told i’d… i’d never have that; something to care for so deeply. i grew up fearing that nothing would ever care for me as deeply as i did, it. so i conditioned myself to be okay with mediocrity and unrequited feelings and relationships full of one-sided effort. and then… you came along, and for the first time…” he gave a vehement squeeze to sabine’s hands once more, “s… you’re my definition of reciprocity. loving you and feeling the way that you love me back has been the greatest, most thrilling adventure. and i’m so lucky that you decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life with a tall piece of work like me. marrying you and being married to you means more to me than i could ever describe. by marrying you, i’m promising to never stop knowing you and urging you to let me know you better. i’m promising to always let you nap with luna for a little bit longer–even when i get home from work and realize that i haven’t spent any time with my girls all day. i’m promising to never let you forget every brilliant and bright thing about you, because s,” ethan reached over (he didn’t know if he was actually allowed to do that during this crucial part of the ceremony, but he didn’t care) to lift sabine’s chin so that her watery eyes met his own once more, “teaching you to forget what hating yourself feels like… that, and that alone, is the greatest thing i’ll ever accomplish. i promise to never let you fully remember what that feels like. not in this lifetime, and not for the eternity that i know we’re meant to spend together.”

#hm..... im crying so ! SLKMDFL #ethan x sabine.#m:finished.#dohertys

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