#i’ve drawn her a few times but i don’t think ever posted her

[pocketsizedquasar]

new batch of sketch pages up on Patreon! here’s some previews💖💖 ft starhab smooches and other starhab nonsense, short king fedallah, fedallah & ahab’s first meeting, and , most importantly, WAMEN!!!!! multiple wamen (including mary starbuck, ahab’s wife, and both of the wives’ (wamen) lovers) !!!!! and more

u can find me there @ pocketsizedquasar

[thorniest-rose]

Hi everyone,

A lot’s happened over the last few days and I know that I’ve been under a lot of scrutiny and the subject of conversation, so I wanted to take a moment to talk about it with you. I didn't address it last week when I was told that people in the fandom were posting about me and sharing screenshots of my blog. This was to protect my mental health, but now I want to share my own thoughts.

It's really hard not to lash out in situations like this because of how much it hurts. To go through something like this is shocking and humiliating, it rips the ground up from under your feet. But I didn't want to go on the attack because I knew how much worse that would make things. No matter how opinionated I am, conflict makes me feel sick and makes me want to hide. So instead of lashing out, I've done a lot of thinking over the past few days, not just about what's happened to me, but about things I've done and what could have led to this.

Firstly, I want to apologise to everyone whose feelings I may have hurt when I posted certain things in the past. I want any space that I cultivate to be a happy, positive one for the people who spend time here and at times I think I’ve unintentionally created an atmosphere that has felt combative or alienating. I honestly never consider myself to be a well-known writer or someone whose voice has reach in the wider fandom. No matter how many followers I have or how many people read my fics, I always see myself as a girl just spending time on her tumblr, but that's naive and I should have recognised that in a shared space, all opinions are seen and have an impact. 

Discourse is my least favourite thing about interacting in fandom and there have been times where I’ve let myself be drawn into it. That doesn’t mean it’s ever okay to look down on what other people enjoy and I really regret posting those things now because that’s not who I am as a person. Expressing displeasure and other negative feelings isn’t what I want to engage in and I should remember how easy it is for flippant, spur of the moment comments to be taken out of context. Saying things like “I don’t like this” even on my own blog is immature and beneath me and I’m genuinely sorry.  

I am also in no way any sort of authority on how these characters are written, no one is. A fandom is for everyone. I’m passionate and vocal in my own space because I treat my tumblr as a slumber party with my friends, but in my enthusiasm, there have been times where it seems like I’m saying my characterisations are the only valid ones. I don’t think that’s the case at all, and I genuinely love and admire the creativity in this fandom. I’ve said this before, but just because I have preferences doesn’t mean I want every characterisation to be the same as mine because that would become extremely dull. I believe that any and all interpretations should have an audience.

However, while I take responsibility for the things I've said on my blog, the things that have been said about me in response have been extremely spiteful and damaging. I never wanted a war with anyone. I should know better than to court discourse in such a volatile fandom, even inadvertently. To take issue with me and what I said is fine, I accept the criticism and apologise; at times my comments have been juvenile and mean-spirited. But a group of people targeting me, screenshotting my posts, calling me names and attacking what I write isn’t proportionate at all and encourages a wider pack mentality. I think we should all remember that there is an actual person behind the screen reading the things that we post and that our words can cause real harm. It’s easy to dehumanise an avatar and a username. And I think it speaks to a rot at the heart of fandoms that so many people find pleasure in fighting and where feelings can fester into hatred and vitriol.

I am outspoken and passionate about what I love. I sometimes bristle at things I see that don’t gel with my ideas or at a misjudged tone, and I post about them instead of seeing the bigger picture and moving on. It’s a flaw and something I’m working on, to be more open and less reactive. I don’t want fighting or tension, and I don’t want rivalries. I also don’t ever want to make people feel like their characterisations are wrong/invalid/unworthy or that they themselves don’t belong and that I’m some kind of fandom queen bee trying to ice them out. While that’s genuinely never been my intention, I can see how things have been taken that way and I’m sorry for that too.

Again, I’m sorry to everyone I’ve hurt or alienated with comments that I’ve made. I always want to be kind and compassionate. And while I don’t think what’s happened over the past few days is OK, I can see the bigger picture and why things I’ve said, or the atmosphere I’ve cultivated, has planted seeds of resentment. I've also unblocked the person who's been posting about me, if they want to reach out to talk privately.

I know there are people reading this who have been following me for the past four years, and in that time have seen me struggle, and fall down, and make mistakes, but hopefully grow and learn from those mistakes too. I’m so grateful to you all.

I’m going to take a break from tumblr for a week or so, to spend time away from socials, to connect with friends and other passions and focus on self-care. And to write, of course, because I’ll always be writing, whether it’s here or elsewhere.

See you all soon,

Brooke 💕

[novasintheroom]

008. Kindness

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1.1k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description - You continue to send Vash letters.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 ---- Part 2 ---- Part 3 (you are here!) ---- Part 4 ---- Part 5 (to come)

The next letter comes a week later on a Tuesday. The one after that, two weeks and two days. And the one after that, just four days later.

You’ve made a habit of writing at nearly every post office and leaving it to be picked up by Vash if he chooses. He tries to resist and leave the letters there, but loneliness and the want to know how you’re doing always wins. He’s returned to a town more than once just to get a letter.

This week’s letter comes from a little town called Bangs. The mailwoman hands him the letter from the top of her tomas, and he gives her the twenty-six C-cents for handling it.

The paper inside is pink this time and smells a bit like almond lotion. Your curving and slanted writing greets him:

                Birdie,

                I’ve managed to add three new towns this week to the roster. There’re only a few people in each who are willing to join in on the book exchange, but a win’s a win. HQ says I’m doing great, and they’ve already gotten a few applications from some teenagers in the towns to apply for college in the bigger cities.

                In fact, they’re moving me to a new route soon. One that’s a bit more challenging due to it being so far out and away from most other places. I’m getting my own tomas for it since the towns are so spread out. I’ve drawn the map they sent me on the back…in case you ever want to visit.

                I hope you’re doing well. I wish I could see you. I know you’re getting my letters. Write to me, please. Even if you don’t think we should travel together anymore, we can at least be friends, right?

Forever yours,

       ______

P.S. What do evil toma lay? Deviled eggs.

He’s surprised to find two blank pages nestled into the envelope. You really want him to write you? After abandoning and dodging you for nearly two months? But he shouldn’t be surprised. You’re always adjusting to his boundaries, always making sure he’s comfortable, even if you disagree. You’re too kind for your own good. The least he could do is tell you he’s okay.

So, he writes back.

                ______,

                I’m doing fine. I’ve got a few jobs lined up in the town I’m in right now. I was able to help nurse someone’s grandma back to health here too. I’m doing my best, just like you are.

He taps at the paper. What else should he say?

                I’m sorry I I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. You’re making a huge difference by helping build up people’s education. It will help so many people in the future.

                What do you know about the region you’re getting assigned to? I’ve only been around there a few times, and I’m sure it’s changed since then.

Best,

              Vash

P.S. Why can’t you ever trust stairs? They’re always up to something.

He’s left with an extra page to write with, but just stuffs it in his pocket. He doesn’t have much of worth to say right now; he still feels bad about…everything. He finds the postwoman again, who takes the new envelope and trots off on her tomas, and that’s that.

The next letter comes on the road as a courier passes by on her own walk back toward a town called Ferret’s Claw. She hails him, and hands it to him. “Already paid for,” her gravelly voice says, then continues trotting down the path of dunes.

Vash watches her leave before he opens and scans it over.

                Birdie,

                I’ve heard about you helping the Plants in the region. You’re not as sneaky as you used to be. That, or people are a lot more talkative about the talented, young, handsome man going around fixing Plants.

                Sure sounds like you.

                I’ve had to deal with some bandits on the road. Been chased a few times. Luckily they either aren’t great shots or don’t have their own toma to chase me on. They seem to be young kids with nothing better to do. I hope the more we spread education, that will lessen.

                Be careful around here, birdie.

                                                                                                Forever yours,

                                                                                                                ______

A blush rises to his cheeks when he reads over the “talented, young, handsome” line again. Leave it to you to still get his stomach fluttering with butterflies, even at a distance. Vash lets a breath go through his nose, then folds the letter, putting it in his “letters pocket,” so dubbed now after receiving them. He brings out the spare piece of paper from the previous letter and begins to write, using his knee as a ‘desk.’

                Mayfl______,

                Don’t worry about me; I know how to run handle bandits. You should be more careful, though. Do you still have that knife you got from the pawn shop?

                I won’t be staying in the region long. There’s a call coming from somewhere else, and I need to go to it.

He taps the paper, looking up and around as he thinks. Should he tell you where he’ll be? He’d like more letters…

                It’s coming from a town in the east, I know that much. Hopefully I can get there in time.

                Be safe.

                             Vash

P.S. There are three types of people in the world: those who can count, and those who can’t.

There. That ought to be enough.

And when he’s in the east, he isn’t as surprised to find a letter waiting for him at one of the towns.

Birdie,

I’ll keep writing to you if that’s alright. It gets lonely on the road, and I don’t doubt you feel it too. I love getting your letters.

HQ says I’ll stay in this region for at least a few months. Please let me know where to send my letters; I promise I won’t follow – I’ve got too many people relying on me and the books now. But I’d still love to hear from you. Tell me about what you’re up to, any adventures, even the shoot-outs you’re in. I’ll worry, but I’ll know you’re okay with each letter.

I hope you’re well. I hope you find happiness wherever you go.

                                                                                Forever yours,

______

P.S. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work? A can’t opener.

And Vash does write back. Even if it’s so much less than what you write, he keeps you updated.

Vash wonders, when he’s writing his next letter, if this should stop. He’s leading you on; he hasn’t stopped contact like he promised he would. He looks down at the paper and crumples it in his hand, then opens and smooths it out again. Your kindness is like a drug he can’t quit. It’s selfish, but he wants to keep you, like the letters he keeps in his pocket. Is it so bad to want one friend in the world?

Maybe. Perhaps not.

And so he writes.

[strwbywrites]

little moments (steve harrington)

hiii :3, im getting back into the passion of writing. and honestly posting to a little moth in the corner of the internet is worth it if i can reignite a passion. here is a little piece i cooked up

summary: a collection of moments throughout the day that make steve appreciate the little moments, (doesn't really follow any form of timeline, it's just assumed that the upside down probably happened, s2-s3 era steve) (fem reader)

wc: 1,150

The sheer curtain couldn’t completely hide the light from the sun shining into the room. Two bodies stir under the soft duvet of a queen-sized bed. Steve is the one to wake first, staring down at the head of his girlfriend. A head that’s tucked into his chest, nuzzled against his warmth. His gaze was full of nothing but love and admiration. Steve placed a soft kiss on her head, his hand playing with hers that was left resting on his chest. Steve admired times like these. Soft, quiet moments that seem small in meaning but are incredibly valued. Within a short span of a few minutes, his lover awoke. Looking up at the brown-haired boy and chuckling softly. Whispering a soft “good morning lovely”.

“Mornin’ sweetness.” He whispered in return. “Sleep well?” Steve asked her, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face.

“Always the best with you,” (Y/n) smiled, sitting up to give a peck to the corner of his mouth. “Lazy day today?”

“What day is it?” He countered, just to make sure.

“Uhm, Saturday.” She squinted at the small calendar across his room. “No work, unknown status on the goobers though.” She joked.

“Indeed. Well let’s just enjoy at least our morning together.” He smiled at her, returning the previous peck to her nose.

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The couple were still in their pajamas as they traversed the kitchen. Picking up leftovers from breakfast and placing dishes in the sink to be washed. As Steve placed the leftovers in the fridge, (y/n) started the task of wiping down the countertops and the table where they ate. “You always make the best pancakes ever baby.” Steve called out to her.

“It’s just a little extra cinnamon and vanilla extract. I keep telling you, yet you insist on me making them.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen sink to ring out the old rag she used. Then starting the chore of washing the dishes.

“But they aren’t the same.” He sighed, going up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. “Yours are always special when you make them.” Steve placed a kiss on her cheek, staying in his position of being wrapped around his girlfriend.

“If you say so Stevie.” She giggled, finishing up the last dish of the minor mess they made. The other cleaned dishes on a drying rack next to the sink.

There usually weren’t many dishes to be done throughout the day. Considering Steve’s parents were typically away on some business venture, Steve has been the only one around. Keeping (Y/n) and the kids around for company. But with them, it usually wasn’t so bad.

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“Boo, it’s raining.” (Y/n)’s voice reverberated throughout the living room. Her eyes were glued to the window that faced the street; curtains drawn to bring in whatever natural light it could. “I wanted to have a picnic.”

“We could still have a picnic, just indoors.” Steve suggested, standing next to her, looking at the downpour.

“It’s more fun when it’s outside.” She raised her brows towards her lover.

“Baby we can’t go outside, you’ll get sick.” He gave her a stern ‘are you serious?’ look.

“That’s such a myth. I go outside in the rain all the time and I’ve ended up perfectly fine.” She turned to face him. “Especially after I take a nice warm bath, it basically reverses the cold.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” He rolled his eyes. Glancing between the girl and the torrential downpour outside.

“That is so how it works.” (Y/n) giggled at him as she toyed with the sleeves of the sweater she was wearing. It was his very own bright yellow sweater. Steve always thought the sweater looked better on her. But every time he voiced his opinion, (Y/n) fired back that yellow was definitely not her color. Regardless of how often she stole the sweater to sleep or just hang out in.

Steve knew she would get her way. They would end up going outside without the appropriate clothes for the September rain. The yellow sweater was discarded on a recliner in the living room as (Y/n) ran to the French doors leading out to the backyard in her tank and jeans. She looked Steve dead in the eye as she took a step out of the doors and onto the patio. Immediately getting drenched with the rain. Steve saw her bright smile as she spun underneath the dark sky. He decided he had no choice but to join her, stepping outside with his blue T-shirt and denim.

“You know I love you right?” He says to her over the sound of rain echoing around them.

“I am forever grateful that you do. And I love you too.” (Y/n) pulled him close, standing on her tip toes and giving him a kiss on the nose.

Steve started to sway to an imaginary song, bringing (Y/n) in to dance with him. Enjoying the feel of the rain as they danced. A sway, a spin, a lean, and finally he pulled her in closer, finally landing a normal kiss on her lips. His hands moved to her cheeks as her arms went around his neck. The rain continued around them, but it felt as if they froze in time. Out of breath, foreheads touching as they took in the moment. It was peaceful, serene, but also cold and wet.

“We should probably go inside.” She suggested, feeling a chill go down her spine.

“I told you so.” He captured her lips in a quick kiss once more. “I’ll go run us a bath. Bubbles included.”

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After the bath and a new set of clean clothes, the two returned to the living room once again. The rain continued outside while they just laid on the couch, enjoying each other’s company and touch. It was moments like this that were truly cherished. No need for elaborate dates or crazy activities when all they needed was each other.

“I think I could stay like this forever Stevie.” (Y/n) sighed happily, nuzzling into his chest.

“Me too, sweetness.” Steve returned the sentiment. Playing with her hair as she laid her head on him. “I love you. So much more than you can imagine.” He said softly.

“I love you even more.” She smiled, gently closing her eyes to let sleep take over her for an afternoon nap.

He watched her lull to sleep, still holding onto her. Steve never felt stability like he did before (Y/n). It was a welcome feeling. One he would hold onto forever. It truly was moments like these where he was able to sit back and appreciate the cards that life dealt him. His thoughts slowly calmed down, finally succumbing to the same fate and falling asleep on the couch in the living room. Nothing to disturb the peace of the couple.

[qpenpals]

First of all, support Shubble and support all victims (which is a statement that while said a lot, seems not be followed as frequently, however i hope those who read this abide by it)

Second, I don’t support wilbur soot/william gold, and I don’t think that anyone should after this.

Third, while this situation is not about me, i have feelings and opinions about it that i would like to share, but even if you don’t read anymore,

Please watch shelby’s vod, and maybe try checking her content out, because while i don’t frequently watch her, i enjoy her streams and maybe you will too! her new hardcore series sounds great :)

This is quite long, but honestly this is kind of just for me to collect my thoughts, however if you read to the end thank you<3 im touched :)

ALSO ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING

Alright, so I have loved wilbur soot’s content for a very long time, 4 years or so. I watched the streams and listened to his music from the start. His content is entwined with many of my fond memories.

Earlier today, I had a breakdown over this whole situation, because, as I’ve been quite busy with school, my job, and other assorted things in my life, I found out about this morning. I had woken from a nightmare about my previous abuser. Who i will be talking about a lot more of as they really impacted my views on this situation.

However this nightmare had left me in a fragile mood, my girlfriend was still sleeping and i didn’t want to wake her, so to comfort myself i went to read one of my bookmarked fanfictions, this fanfiction, while i dont remember the title is one that i’ve found comforting for a very long time, so much so that when im stressed my partner has it saved to send to me so i can calm down.

It was a fanfiction about quackity and tubbo, wilbur soot was mentioned maybe 5 times, and the author had deleted it.

This caused me to try and find out why, so i went to their page and they had posted a temporary fic explaining what had been going on.

My first reaction had been disbelief, I then went to research everything. It was a lot to process.

I watched shelby’s vod. Before this i had mainly been disconnected from what i had seen, taking it it but not with any of my own feelings or thoughts really, just processing.

Shelby’s situation hits really hard for me because a lot of it mirrors my own abusive relationship of a few years ago. The wording Wilbur used against her, sounds like what my old partner would use against me. His actions, such as her having to clean and taking care of food, and amenities, were things i had to experience.

Abuse TW:

My old partner would physically abuse me through biting as well, he would claim that he just liked knowing i was his, and yet, like shubble, if i ever used our safe word, which happened so fucking often, he either wouldn’t listen, bite down harder on my neck, or fucking smile at me before letting go.

This got to the point that multiple times he had drawn blood from my neck, that i still have scars from today. And as i watch Shubble talk about her story which is ever so close to mine, I wonder that if I had watched this before, maybe i wouldn’t have stayed in that relationship.

I proceeded to stay in this relationship for 2 years before i realized how much harm he was doing to me, because i truly believed he loved me, because of all the lovebombing he would do.

End of Abuse TW:

And yet i felt pain aside from sympathy or memories, when learning of this, as the content Wilbur had put out had actually helped me out of this relationship, his music was pretty much all i listened to the months of healing after i got out and it helped, the art is good, and yet the author is one i cannot respect nor support in anyway now that i am aware.

i’d suggest watching this tiktok by @lasmanburg that really explains my thoughts and feelings on this

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL1tb5Wg/

Right back to the content. I don’t believe that we should throw it all away, i don’t think that people should be deleting their art, fanfiction, or anything based on Wilbur. Because in the end it’s all art that we have created and interpreted and though the man who inspired it is horrible, all that has been made does not reflect his actions, but instead love and creativity from vast multifaceted community.

One can continue their writing and work because they are the ones creating it, not him, and besides most interpretations of him stray quite far from the source anyways

I think that one can continue to engage in his content as long as one does not directly support him, such as pirating his music, but personally at least right now listening to his music which brought me so much comfort-makes me feel sick. So think i’ll be taking a step back.

I don’t really know how to end this, i just needed to get my thoughts out honestly. I have therapy in an hour. I hope all of you who’ve made it to the end have a wonderful day and drink some water. I wish shelby well, and i’m glad she has been able to share this situation. And with that, I must now leave :)

[velvette3]

(3/29/24)

Why do I feel sad for no reason sometimes? It’s like a sick fuckin joke I swear. Today was such a great and productive day too! My boyfriend is as loving as ever, and he even bought me something! My OC got drawn by someone else so wonderfully and I couldn’t even do her justice w/ her of design! That art is just amazing and beautiful, and it makes me happy!

But yet I feel so sad, like I’m missing something. Maybe it’s just the lingering of my great grandma passing a few months back, but I don’t think so.

My birthday is coming up, I’m excited. I really am, I know for sure at least one thing that is on its way! First time in a few years that I’m excited for my birthday, honestly.

But I just feel sad. Idk, kinda worthless? I love helping people but damnit just seeing those around me struggling, and me not knowing how to help. It’s killing me I think. I’m just glad these are staying in drafts (unless I decide in a half asleep haze to actually post this fuck shit)

I just wanna help people so bad but I’m not able to yet. It’s killing me. I want to help people, I do and helping people makes me so, so happy! It’s what kept me going for a long time. But for that majority of this year, I haven’t been able to help people, and time has gone by too quick. Way too quick. It’s killing me, knowing how fast time is going and how little time I have left in a relaxing life. How little time I may have with people I love. My grandmother on my father’s side isn’t even 20 years younger than the great grandma I lost this year. I’m so scared to lose my Grandma J. I don’t know what I’ll do, and it’s going to be hard once she’s gone, especially when I visit my father.

It’s even worse when there is so much I can’t say to her, and how often I hear her say horrifying things.

I can’t tell her I’m Ace Pan-romantic because she’s Christian, and she talks about death and heaven so casually. I don’t know what’s gonna happen and I’m so, so scared.

So much is just there, and I’m losing so much time. I can’t help people like I want to because I don’t have the time, I can’t spend time with those I love because of how much shit I have to do with my schooling and freaking out about my future (even though it’s already here almost).

Another year I’ve wasted almost, and it’s just moving too quick.

The few things I’m grateful for in this though, are a few people, and my own stubbornness. My boyfriend, god I love him so much. I haven’t said it to him yet, no with the language we speak (English) and I don’t know why. Maybe I’m scared. But I do love him so much. My older brother, E. He’s been there since day one and is so supportive of me. May he be happy in his relationship as it is for him! I love those two shithead so much, and I can’t wait to see my brother again soon, and my boyfriend Just tomorrow maybe!

And my own stubbornness. It’s been almost (at midnight it will be) 191 days since I intentionally self harmed

^ that was the math for months. I am halfway to my head long goal of no self harm, and that has kept me going as well. My stubborn self, whenever I think of self harming, practically on the verge of just doing it, I say I can’t. I’ll be crying and weeping, wishing for pain, but I still can’t bring myself to do it because I promised myself I’d go a year AT LEAST. It’s kept me from giving in, thank god.

But I don’t know, with all of this, even with those few people, if I can do it. I came so close, so so close to giving into the thoughts and shit recently. I’m starting to scare myself. I don’t know what I’m doing, and it’s killing me. Ever since my third grade years, I was horrible when it came to control. That’s when my self harm started, in third fucking grade because I thought I could’ve preventing certain things from happening, had I tried harder. Ever since then I’ve been so hard on myself but FUCK I need to, I deserve it because I’ve let people down so many times, I’ve disappointed so many people so much.

But I dunno. I dunno why I’m so sad when today was so good for me (3/29/24)

I dunno anymore, I just want to help people so bad, I want time to slow down. I want to feel whole. Helping people helps me, and my mentality, so much. But I don’t have the time to help others anymore and it’s so hard to find people to help when everyone has such outta wack time zones.

(3/30/24)

Time is passing too quick and it’s terrifying. On top of that, I’m so scared that if I mess up in my schooling (online schooling anyways) that my parents will call me outta the blue and yell and shit. I remember very vividly back in middle school how I got like, 2-4 states mixed up on my US states quiz that I cried. I cried so hard, fearing that my mother would be angry over a topic I should know well since this is the very country we live in. Thankfully, she wasn’t.

As of now, the grades I’m getting are decent. All A’s, all year round. But I’m struggling in my Spanish. Sure, they may have been more positive about my grades here recently because of the fact that I’m towards the top of my class, but that’s not the point.

Then being happy about it sometimes makes it worse. I fear if I slip even the slightest, their expectations, if I fail them, they’ll be angry again.

I’m so scared to impress them, that I’m making it harder for me because I do so well. I know I do decently, but because of the fact that I rarely mess up, the times that I do, are impactful.

It’s awful, really. I should be happy about my success but it’s just giving me hella anxiety.

I guess this is just a journal now? Meh, it might as well be. Drafts stay drafts, after all.

(Yeah I think this is draft #16?)

[kaicean]

I normally just draw and not make long text posts but I have bundled up Natsu/Lucy feelings I want to word vomit ever since I picked up the Fairy Tail game out of curiosity (PLS & THIS & ?!?!) and most of all watched the Dragon Cry movie for the very first time a few months ago (July ironically). This movie dragged me back by the neck to this ship I loved several years ago.

Now I own a copy of the movie’s storyboard manga drawn by Mashima himself and the pamphlet. I flip through the pages of these two more times than I can count like-

真島自らが描いた、ナツの回想の中ルーシィ Natsu’s recollection of Lucy, drawn by Mashima himself

I’ve read several essays + interview (i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii to name a few) revolving around the famous nalu scenes in the movie, but I don’t think I ever came across anyone talking about what I think is the ultimate song that perfectly captures them in their entirety—Dragon Cry’s ending theme What You Are by Polka Dots.

There are only two translations I found, one of them being from the wiki but it’s a little off. This one is more accurate. My translation version is a mix of it plus usage of DeepL so it may not be entirely accurate but it’s close enough.

I absolutely see this song as Lucy -> Natsu due to obvious phrases within the lyrics and it fits my headcanon of Natsu being metaphorically Lucy’s brightest star. His name means summer which has ties to the sun, aka the brightest star. The sun is known to be the brightest star because it’s the closest to us, just like the person closest to Lucy is Natsu.

You're still you, no matter what Softly illuminating the darkness You're a star

Self explanatory, first line starts off with Lucy’s answer to Natsu’s “What do I look like?” question. This was first shown to us in the beginning of the movie so let’s keep that in mind.

Where is tomorrow? The past cannot be erased In a pitch-dark world I found a warm, enveloping light "It's gonna be okay" the voice said That voice echoed in my heart I want to believe in you, whatever you are Whatever the road I take, I want to be by your side I want to keep walking Wish on a star Let's find it, let's find it The only light

This can be easily depicted by my favorite scene in Snow Fairy opening, where Lucy’s world was rainy and bleak until a literal light shines through when she looks at Fairy Tail, particularly Mirajane and main team:

She ran away from home, stripped herself from Lucy Heartfilia to just Lucy, and began her own journey. Her world was small and lonely due to her strict upbringing but it was thanks to Natsu, who led her to Fairy Tail, that her world brightened and expanded since that day. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t hide her Heartfilia name for long which led us to the Phantom Lord arc. Here was where Natsu firmly assured her twice that she could stay in the guild and that it is her home that she can come back to, because she’s Lucy of Fairy Tail. These feelings were further cemented towards the end of the arc by Makarov. From then, she stopped running away and faced her past/father head-on, before returning home to the guild.

The cherry blossom colored dusk reflects in your eyes I'm not sad, yet the tears spilled Someone once said that the most beautiful things are fleeting No matter what today is, it has meaning I’ll always be by your side I'll hold your hand tight Let's tell each other The feelings hidden in our hearts You're a star You're a star

This part screams post-Tenrou Island and GMG arc+. One of my top favorite chapters is chapter 257 which happened after the 7-year timeskip. Natsu, Lucy and Happy traveled to visit Lucy’s father only to find out he had passed away just one month prior. Natsu offered her words of comfort and space but it’s this chapter where the lost of time was incredibly overwhelming for Lucy. I truly believe it was after this day (her BIRTHDAY no less wtf Mashima, satanic much???) that “time” was seen more precious and that every day has a meaning. Lucy’s first step of moving forward was tagging along with Natsu and Happy on a job, and her monologue just hits.

The concept of each moment being precious solidified during the GMG arc. Future Lucy lost her life to save her past self before wishing she could go on more adventures. Present Lucy proclaimed she had to laugh, cry, and live enough for both her and her future self. In Future Lucy’s version of heaven, it was Natsu who first called out to her and pulled her hand to say “Let’s continue on our adventure” before they ceased to exist.

And in the current timeline, present Lucy felt what Future Lucy felt in her heart. She then thanked Natsu, for saving her and their future.

You ask, "What am I?" I'll answer, "You're you” That assurance is all we need from each other Let’s make a wish upon the shining stars You're still you, no matter what The one who gently shines in the darkness That's right, my own Superstar A Superstar that lights up this road that goes on and on You're a star

At the end of the song, we circled back to the beginning, just like we did in the movie where Natsu asked Lucy for the second time what he looked like and she assured him yet again that Natsu looked like Natsu, obviously. And this was enough.

Natsu was the one who saved her (unintentionally) back in Hargeon thus leading her to Fairy Tail and stuck with her ever since. He became the person who she was closest to and vice versa. It was thanks to him that she got to experience so many things and came out stronger from it. Without meeting him and Happy, she wouldn’t be the person she was today. No matter what happens, as Natsu told her at the end of the main series, it doesn’t matter because they will always be together, to continue on more adventures!

I love when songs line up perfectly with the theme and this takes the cake. Thanks for coming to my TED talk as I continue to listen to this song on repeat and cry. I can’t wait until I can draw all of this out in the future, something similar to my comic here.

Also if there is an analysis of nalu + dragon cry’s ending theme out there, pls throw it my way thanks I will literally die on this hill.

[ethereal-engene]

brightest of them all | woozi

pairing: bf!jihoon x gn!reader

genre: fluff // warnings: mentions of food & not proof-read

summary: when dropping by your boyfriend’s studio turns into him making a song of out of your poem // word count: ~1265

note: fully inspired by this post from @imagine-svt everyone say thank you to Aeris for her ideas and happy woozi day <3

100% in love with this concept b/c I is a poet myself so yeah :) (I’m using a line or two from one of my original pieces)

You decided to drop by Woozi’s studio to share some cake together and spend some time with him because you missed him so much. With Seventeen finishing up another stop for their Be The Sun tour, they must be tired but you knew Jihoon would be at the studio for god knows what. He’s either married to the music or the gym.

Knocking on the door until you’re met with Jihoon’s face wearing a somewhat annoyed face. His facial expression softened when his eyes registered that it's you. Right then and there, he opens the door for you to come in.

When you set down your things and look at him. He’s staring at you with tired eyes but still full of love. Noticing it, you open your arms and watch as he leans into them. A sigh comes out. “God, I forgot how much I really missed you. Tour is fun but it’d be funnier if you were there, my love. Also what’d you think of dream?”

A drawn hum is heard from you. “It’s a really catchy and heartfelt song. Honestly I wasn't expecting it but you know I’ll always love your music. I seriously can’t get over how skilled you are in penning lyrics. They’re always so meaningful… okay well most of the time. And you know I wish I could join y’all on tour but unfortunately I have a full-time job that isn’t being an idol.”

He gets up after hearing that because he has to say what he’s about to say next to your face. “My love, I appreciate your kind words and I really believe that you would be great at writing lyrics too. Like have you seen and read the poems you’ve written? They’d make such great lyrics and in fact, let’s go write a song with them right now!”

And with that, he got up first from the sofa and held out his hand. Without a second thought, you took it and tried to pull him back down to sit but failed. “Now, I don’t doubt it but can’t we do that another day? You just got back from Japan and are going to leave in a couple days again. And plus I got us this!”

You hold up the slice of cake with a smile on your face.

“Happy birthday, my red ruby!” You give him a kiss on the cheek before revealing what the cake looks like. The cake has a little ruby guitar and of course the letters spelling out happy birthday to Jihoon. If he could melt into a puddle right now, he would. He’s left speechless for a few seconds before thanking you.

“Uji…I know it’s your birthday and all but could I record a video of you with your cake saying shit this is red too? If you say yes, we can work on turning my poem into a song!”

He should have seen this coming from miles away because you haven’t stopped with the “shit, this is red too” jokes since Ruby came out. Jihoon rolls his eyes at your request but says yes. He won’t ever tell you out loud but he enjoys hearing them from you but also he does want to help you see how good at writing you are too. After recording the video, you send it to the seventeen & you group chat. Receiving multiple ㅋㅋㅋ messages from them. Then you two finally enjoy the cake together.

Not even a minute passes as you two devour the cake, he immediately holds your hand to go to where all of the magic happens. “Alright, my love. Show me one of your poems & we’ll go from there.” You nod and show him the poem.

Brightest of them all

They say to reach for the stars but what if I’ve already caught the brightest of them all?

“This kind of fits dream’s concept ever so slightly and it’s a sweet poem. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this poem is about me but I don’t think it is.” He wonders about who this is about but is brought out of his head when you answer him.

“Hmm originally I didn’t have a person in mind but now that I have you, you could say it’s about you.” Jihoon turns to you and does nothing but stare at you. He’s so in love with you and he hopes that you know that just like your poem, you light up his life too. Heart eyes are practically shooting out of his eyes.

He responds with a cute awww before returning to look at the poem that could essentially be a verse and parts of a chorus. However, he’s probably going to just focus on what’s on hand right now just to prove his point. So you two spend a good chunk of time going through what Woozi and his mastermind is thinking for this.

Starting to play around with samples of twinkles to emulate a star and being satisfied with the choices, Jihoon works his magic by creating a new rhythm and beat. He’s not doing it alone though, he gets your input at each step. Seeing if there’s something that could be changed to sound better or not. He smiles every time when he glances over at you having as much fun as him doing this. Thinking to himself, he’s got to do this with you more often. Imagine how powerful y’all would be penning lyrics together and more. Y’all would be unstoppable.

Now the final step of this process is having you two singing the lyrics or lines from your poem. Jihoon decided that because this was your poem, he didn’t want to change it unless you wanted to. You took that chance and removed or added a few words to make it flow better. Even if you weren’t the best at singing, he helped you get comfortable with it and guided you as he does with the members. Besides this was all for fun and only for your ears to hear.

Hearing the final product made your heart swell. It was a really cute snippet of what could be a full song. Seeing your reaction made Jihoon fall more in love with you if possible. “See, I told you. Your writing is just as good or even better than I am with song-writing!!” His arms folded and wearing a smirk. You can’t even hate or attempt to look annoyed at him. You’re still in awe of how good this turned out. “Yeah yeah whatever. It’s not like I didn’t believe you, geez.” You ended up pouting a little before he kissed it away.

“I know I know, I’m just saying. If you ever wanted to go into song-writing or the music industry, I’ve got you.”

“Yeah, I know Uji and for the record baby. I think you are THE music industry mister genius singer-songwriter producer dancer performer composer all-rounder woozi of seventeen.” He chuckles and hides into your shoulder. It sounds like today you were on a mission to get him all flushed and blushed with all of the compliments, well at least more than usual. What can you say? You’ve mastered making your boyfriend turn into a ruby. (Not sure if that made sense but essentially making him blush a lot that his face is as red as a ruby)

Little bonus: he ends up re-recording what y’all made with his own voice to share with everyone on twitter with the caption: “the brightest of them all” which is the title of the poem :)

WAH HAPPY UJI DAY GUYS !! I hope you enjoyed this and I love him sm and really love this idea a little too much. Thank you so much for reading 

If you enjoyed it as well please do interact by sending in an ask, leaving a note, reblogging with tags, or even messaging me! Or if you didn’t like it, that’s fine too

signing off with love for woozi

- ash

[whinlatter]

🍈 For the ask game!

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Yes I had to look up what a blorbo is to answer this, no I’m still not sure if this is right but… if it’s what I think it is, it’s got to be love of my life Ginny. She’s a character I’ve only ever loved more and more as I’ve gotten older. I just love who she is, and I really appreciate what animates her as a character, her motivations and her sense of herself. I love that she’s a laugh. I love that she has her own arc, but also has - and nurtures - these deep, ferociously loving bonds with so many of the series’ best characters. I love that she’s been through the absolute ringer and still comes out swinging. I love that she has these really compelling shades of grey: she kicks off, she gets absolutely livid when she needs to, she’s sneaky af and a startlingly good liar; and she absolutely has the capacity to be a little dickhead when she wants to be. She’s got real heart and huge depth.

I could do Gin headcanons for days but here are just a few:

- She’s outdoorsy, both in a real South West England/Devonshire, sunny summer orchard girl kind of way, but also a Scottish Highlands, hard winds, rainy day, muddy boots traipsing around Hogwarts grounds kind of way. Her love of animals and Quidditch is all bound up in this love of being out in the world. She feels very drawn to the Hogwarts Grounds and to the Forest, like generations of Weasleys before her. Also every WIP I have had her wearing a big fleece nicked borrowed from her dad or a brother because everyone knows cool girls wear big old fleeces, I don’t make the rules

- She’s intensely private. We know Ginny is popular. But I think of her public persona - outgoing, funny, sporty, warm, attractive - not quite as a front, per se, but a persona she knows is only half of who she really is. For all her popularity, she’s canonically quite guarded, in ways that allows her and Harry to relate to one another. I think of her as extremely unwilling to trust other people with her intimate thoughts and feelings. She’s very good at supporting her peers and classmates, but her own guardedness makes deep and meaningful reciprocal friendship with peers more difficult. After all, her family are in the Order: she couldn’t share lots of her wartime experiences with classmates in any real detail.

- I think during the war, under the Carrows, was the most isolating and lonely period of her life, bar her experience with the diary. She wouldn’t feel willing or able to share her feelings with her family or other Order members, nor with Neville and Luna - for all their experiences in common, neither Neville nor Luna had a capacity to meet her where she was at that year. I think her experiences with the diary, her fears about her own weakness and guilt over past failures, would mean she would try everything she could to train her brain actively to resist intrusion, either through torture, the Imperius Curse, or Occlumency.

- In the post-war years, her and Harry both take a lot of trips to the sea. For Harry, there’s comfort in the memory of that time in the spring of 1998 at Shell Cottage and the existential comfort he drew from staring at the sea in that final period of the war. For Ginny, it’s the memory of trips to the sea in Devon as a family when she was little, days out that they could never really do later during the war when trying to keep Harry safe at the Burrow during his stays. Whenever I imagine their most difficult conversations after the war, I like to think of them doing them by the sea, where they can look out at the tides and listen to the sounds of the sea while they struggle to find their words (and then they get fish and chips afterwards, to take the edge off).

(ask me anything!)

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Lady Luck (Wanda Maximoff x autistic!ADHD!fem!reader)

*Not my GIF

Summary: You haven’t been having the best luck as of....well....ever. Life didn’t draw you the best deck of cards. In fact, as of recent, you seem to be having more bad cards drawn than good. But maybe, just maybe, bad luck can lead to better-than-good luck.

Warnings: Use of and mention of the r-word, somewhat suicidal ideation, a lot of injuries and damage, (physical and emotional) internalized ableism, a little blood, panic attack mention, sensory overload mention, hurt/comfort, some fluff, mentions of a cheating boyfriend, asshole coworkers, asshole boss, a liberal application of Murphy’s Law.

Author’s Note: I know so many of you are here for Yandere Wanda Maximoff, but I’m also up to doing non-yan Wanda. And I don’t think I’ve written something for Nat in a while. I’d also love to add Yelena to my list of characters. Basically I kinda wanna expand my horizons as well, but I still love Yandere/Dark Wanda Maximoff, because trauma.

But this has been unfinished in my drafts for a while now, so I thought I’d finish it up and post it. :)

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Your eyes shoot open as your late alarm goes off. You’d only planned to sleep for ten more minutes, but now it’s been forty; you went to bed at 5 am last night and your work starts at 9 am. You stumble out of bed and to the closet where you throw on something, you aren’t quite sure what, though. 

Breakfast isn’t feasible, even on the go. You have a lot to catch up on at the office. You were assigned to get a report done on The Avengers, which was the reason you stayed up so late. Unfortunately, that didn’t necessarily mean you’d get to meet them. In fact like usual, you weren’t even supposed to be the one going out on the scene, but the one writing out and editing the article like usual. Still stuck in the office like usual. If only you could meet them face to face, especially Black Widow and extra especially....Scarlet Witch....

You don’t exactly have the best poker face in the office, so everyone knows of your little crush on the Sokovian beauty; you’ve seen her the few times you’ve managed to get a look when the fights raged past your office window. Her movements are tense, but graceful. Her attacks are beautiful, but deadly. Her hair practically twirling like a graceful ballerina in the breeze. She also has this enigmatic aura about her, and as a reporter, you’re drawn to finding the answers shrouded within mystery. Even just the mere thought of her sends you into a blushing frenzy.

It rains the moment you step outside, snapping you out of your daze for Scarlet Witch, but you don’t have time to get an umbrella. You just have to make a dash for it. 

You nearly get plowed down by taxis. These spikes of adrenaline nearly give you panic attacks.

You trip into the road and twist your ankle. The pain surges through you as you get up and limp over while the taxi drivers honk in your ears and yell angrily.

When you get to the other side, you end up tripping again and twisting your other ankle. Your legs are full of scratches and bruises. 

You’re half an hour late to the office. The elevator isn’t working and your work is on the top floor. No coffee and doughnuts for you, you’re sopping wet, and your boss is in a bad mood as it is. You get lectured by your boss on everything; timeliness, appearance, work ethic, in fact it sounds like you’re close to getting fired.

You sit down at your desk and you find out that your laptop isn’t protected enough. The screen is completely wrecked, the mouse pad looks like a toddler had stomped on it, and the W and M keys are the only ones still intact with the keyboard.

You’re trying to get your work done by hand for now, but then a crowd forms in the doorway as Penny, the most popular Investigative Reporter in the office, appears with her newest photos and notes. You roll your eyes, dreading her approaching you. No, she’s not mean, (in fact she’s one of the sweetest people in the office) but you’re the writer and editor in charge of writing up her on-scene reports; because she’s so popular, she gets the most work and the best stories to report on. And that means MUCH MORE WORK for you.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” she smiles before noticing your tired expression. “Something wrong?”

“What isn’t wrong with her?” one of the other employees scoffs.

“Leave her alone!” Penny exclaims before turning back to you. “Poor girl, you’re really due for some good luck. Here, why don’t I sit down with you and we can discuss the details of this report? And perhaps you can tell me what’s been goin’ on as well.”

She pulls up a nearby chair.

“No, it’s fine,” you begin shyly. “I don’t wanna bother you--”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I promise it won’t be a bother,” she assures you as she sits down. “After all, we’re a team; we gotta look out for each other.”

You and Penny talk a bit more; the only reason your boss doesn’t stop her is because you two tend to exchange report details to get the most accurate story possible. Sometimes your conversations about the reports can go on for hours, so it’s not really a surprise you two end up talking for a while.

But unfortunately, Penny doesn’t seem to be your good luck charm, because in the hours you two talk over the reports and your lives, this happens:

-You’re sent photos of your boyfriend cheating on you by your sister.

-Then he breaks up with you over text.

-You get scalding hot coffee spilled on you, both accidentally and not, multiple times.

-You find out the hard way that the lunch you prepared the night before did not withstand the rush to the office, or the multiple times that you tripped.

-You also desperately need a new bag.

-Likewise, the reports about the Avengers that you stayed up until about 5 am writing and proofreading and editing didn’t survive any of it either.

-And all of those reports are on your now-broken laptop.

-And ONLY on that laptop.

-A coworker carelessly sticks his piece of gum in your hair.

-One of the wheels on your office chair snaps off and you fall hard on top of your wet and messy bag. You hit your head against your desk. 

-You also feel one of your wrists move in a way that it probably shouldn’t have.

-When you get up, you see some blood on your desk.

-There’s nothing that can be used as an ice pack. Or a bandage. So you just wash the area where you hit your head. 

-This only gets the gum more tangled in your hair.

Thank goodness for Penny, who tries to help with what she can.

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When 5 pm rolls around, everyone else gets to go home, but your boss makes you stay back. He lectures you about your conduct, as this isn’t the first time this has happened, and warns you that you’re close to being fired. And now, you’re forced to tidy up the office by yourself, despite your twisted ankles, tired state, grumbling stomach, severe wrist injury, and throbbing pain in your head.

What should’ve only taken 15 minutes ends up taking 3 hours. You go to check your phone, but find that it, too, is now decimated. Probably from the chair incident. After gathering your now-practically-powdered-remains of things, it takes you half an hour to walk back down to the lobby of the office. You step outside.

....The storm’s gotten worse.

Much. Worse.

And you without your umbrella....

Sighing, you slowly limp down the streets, thinking about all of this. Any typical person would’ve melted down and cried, but not you. You’ve grown accustomed to such a bad lot in life that you’re numb to it. At least that’s what you tell yourself. 

You’ve always been the “freak,” the “r-word,” the outcast, due to your disabilities. You didn’t know social cues, still don’t really understand them. Kids saw you as an easy target. Bullying just became an everyday thing for you. Your world slowly began to lose its color, its life, and you with it.

At least you don’t get overstimulated anymore. Or at least when you do, you’ve conditioned yourself to ignore it, even though it drains you.

All of a sudden, you feel yourself stumble from the mix of fatigue, emotional exhaustion, and hunger. Your vision becomes blurry.

“Hel......p....” you try to call out.

You barely see a flash of red as you pass out, hitting your head on the pavement.

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When you come to, you don’t feel sopping-wet clothes or a pouring storm. You don’t feel as much pain in your head or stomach or wrist or in your body in general as before, nor do you feel the cold and wet sidewalks or streets of NYC. You don’t hear taxi horns or thunder or cranky pedestrians. Instead you hear the crackling of a fireplace; random bits of conversations that you can’t quite make out; a faint jazz tune on a radio somewhere; a woman’s voice humming a soft, beautiful lullaby. You feel a warm, soft, fluffy robe; something cold on your head; your wrist being wrapped in some sort of gauze or whatever; a nice warm blanket; a gentle, warm hand petting your head.

“Is she awake?”

“I think she’s beginning to come to.”

“What happened to her?”

“I don’t know. I was just heading back from the surveillance mission and she just fainted right onto the sidewalk. Poor dear. She looks like she’s been through it.”

“Yeah....”

It’s such a pleasant change after what you’ve gone through. You start to feel.....something. It’s been ages....what is this feeling? Security? Safety? Warmth? 

Opening your eyes slowly, you find yourself looking up at a pretty woman with nearly-auburn hair and beautiful green eyes. Almost immediately she gives you a soft smile and you feel your heart flutter.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” she says softly. “You took quite a fall back there.”

“What happened?” you hear the other voice ask.

You shrug.

“Just a bad day, I guess.”

“Well, clearly. I’m Natasha, by the way. You can call me Nat.”

“I’m Wanda,” the woman caring for you tells you.

You realize that they look familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on why.

“Sorry we haven’t been quite able to get the gum out of your hair,” Wanda says. “Or salvage.....any of your things really....”

You shrug.

“It’s nothing. Most of my stuff got demolished anyway....”

You hear your voice quiver and squeak.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” Nat says.

“Oh....I’m (y/n), by the way,” you exclaim. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Wanda assures you. “But Nat’s right. It doesn’t sound like nothing to me. Are you sure it’s just a bad day?”

You purse your lips and glance away. Wanda looks concerned and decides to read into your thoughts.

“Why should I bother to answer? Why would such angels care about an autistic retard like me? No one’s ever cared about me, except maybe Penny, but she’s probably doing it out of pity. My parents don’t understand me. My boyfriend cheated on me and broke up with me. And now I might be out of a job soon....Honestly....the world’s better off without me....”

She’s absolutely heartbroken.

“No, sweetie,” Wanda coos softly, stroking your face. “No. I promise the world would not be better off without you. Nat and I care about you a lot. You have a place in this world. Everyone does. And perhaps....your place could be here with us.”

This shocks you.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly. I mean, my job and Penny--”

“Penny?” Nat asks. “Is she that reporter who’s been at a lot of our battles? Dark pixie cut? Dresses like she’s from the 1940s?”

“Huh? Yeah. Why?”

“I was wondering why your name sounded familiar! Wanda and I have talked to her occasionally when she needed to get some extra details. She’s brought you up several times, especially how you’ve wanted to meet us, and.....how you’ve got a crush on Wanda.”

Hearing this, you finally make the connection as to who’s caring for you. Your eyes widen and your cheeks blare a deep scarlet. Seeing this Wanda giggles.

“You know, if you weren’t injured, I’d be squeezing you in a hug right about now. You’re adorable.”

Your cheeks are full-on scarlet now.

“Um....you know....my keyboard....the keys--”

“Still had the letters W and M on them?” Nat asks.

You nod.

“Maybe it’s a sign, Wands. Hm? I mean, you’ve talked about how you’ve really wanted to meet her, especially after Penny showed you her picture--”

“Nat!” Wanda giggles.

“Huh?” You’re confused.

The Sokovian beauty turns back to you.

“Nat’s been trying to get me to meet people....I don’t really leave the compound aside from missions and she thinks me having someone could be beneficial. And honestly.....I don’t think I’d be opposed to it if you’re my someone.”

“Knew it!” Nat calls out.

You find yourself stumbling on your words.

“So....(y/n),” Wanda begins. “Would you.....be my special someone?”

You try to come up with a witty response.

“O-only if you become my....Lady Luck,” you sputter out.

Hearing this she giggles and scrunches up her nose, making your heart flutter even more.

“Of course I will, you cutie pie,” she answers.

And then the unexpected happens.

She leans down and plants a soft kiss on your nose. On impulse, it twitches like a bunny’s and Wanda gasps endearingly.

“(Y/N), you are too precious!” 

This goes on for sometime until you’re able to sit up. You tell Wanda a bit about your lot in life, and for the first time in your life, you cry, but now you have someone to comfort you. After some crying and comfort, Wanda makes you some food and afterwards, she decides to introduce you to her favorite sitcom; The Dick Van Dyke Show. You don’t mind cuddling, now that you feel safe around her. By the end of the night, you two doze off on the couch, The Dick Van Dyke Show quietly playing on the TV. Wanda’s the first to nod off, which surprises you, considering how little sleep you had the night before. But soon you begin to get sleepy. As you do, you look over at your now-girlfriend and you think to yourself the last thing you ever thought you would.

“Damn....how did I get so lucky?”

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#5

“You need any help with this?” you asked, breezing over to where Rick, Daryl, and a few others were gathered. You absently mopped at the sweat rolling down your neck, offering a bright smile.

Daryl was staring at you and gulped. It was impossible not to notice that you were sweaty and flushed. Some particularly lustful thoughts were bursting in his brain. He wanted to answer... you were looking right at him, but he couldn’t seem even force out anything. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat and the curves of your body were on display with the way the cotton of your clothes was clinging to them. Rick was even looking over at him, waiting for Daryl to respond. As time went on with the silence, your brow started to quirk up in a question and more and more curious eyes fell on Daryl. When Rick realized the archer obviously wasn’t capable of an answer, he allowed himself a small amused smile and responded. 

“No. No, I think we’ve got it all in hand alright. Maggie was looking for some help on the fence though if you’re up for it.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no problem,” you said brightly. You shot one more glance at Daryl and offered him another smile. “See you later.” And you were gone. 

As you walked off, Daryl seemed to snap out of his spell, but his eyes followed you all the way across the prison yard.

Rick’s laughter broke the silence.

“What?” Daryl asked, already flushing in the face a little.

“If you stare at Y/N any harder your eyes might pop out,” Rick teased him with a knowing smile.

“Shit...” he murmured. “Ya noticed that?” he asked in an undertone, glancing warily around at Glenn and Carol and the others, who were occasionally looking back at him with smirks on their faces too. Rick laughed again. “Daryl, I think... I think everyone noticed that,” he said.

“Really?” he ducked his head. “Shit... Ya think Y/N noticed?”

“Time will tell,” Rick drawled, slapping him on the back, still with that obnoxious smile on his face. Prompt: “I think everyone noticed that.” / “Really?”

658 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

#4

Daryl was walking slowly up the steps, apparently in deep thought, his brow drawn down low over his blue eyes.

You straightened up. “Hey. You okay?”

He looked up at you and absently scratched at the back of his head. “Yeah... s’just... That was... weird.”

“Hmm? What was?”

“Uhh—one of the Alexandrians, I think she teaches the kids or somethin’—well, I think she was flirtin’ with me?”

You felt a hot flash of sickening jealousy but managed a dry laugh. “And why is that weird?”

Daryl shook his head a little vaguely. “S’just—I dun think I’ve ever even said a damn word to her.”

You leaned back against the railing and gave him a long look. “So? That doesn’t mean people don’t notice that you’re—you know.. attractive.”

Daryl stared at you, looking somewhat perplexed. He blinked, stunned. You couldn’t help but smile at him a little. 

“So, what did she say?”

Daryl made a dismissive noise and flicked a hand at you, waving you off.

“No! Really! What did she say?”

He rolled his eyes. “She asked me if I’d teach her to shoot. Like—go outside the walls and do some trainin’. Just me and her,” he murmured, obviously feeling awkward talking about it. His cheeks flushed a little pink.

“And what did you say?” God, you hoped he’d said no.

He shrugged. “I told her she should talk to Rick ‘bout that.... since he’s in charge of security now. I didn’t—I didn’t really know what to say. I just wanted to get the hell outta there,” he drawled.

One corner of your mouth twitched up. You were relieved he’d said no. Maybe this was the hint you needed... “What if, uhh—what if I asked you to teach me to shoot?”

Daryl looked at you like you were nuts. “The hell ya talkin’ ‘bout? Yer almost a better shot than me.”

You laughed lightly and shrugged. “Yeah, but... it is a good excuse to spend time with you... you know... alone.” Your eyes flicked up to meet his and you tried to read his expression. He looked perplexed again. “Is that something you’re at all interested in? Alone time with me?”

Daryl stared at you again for a long moment and then cleared his throat. “Are ya—?”

You laughed and grinned at him. “Yes, Daryl. I am flirting with you. Actually, I’m asking you out.” Your nerves seemed to be vibrating while you waited for his response.

“Uhh... yeah. Hell yeah. Fuck yeah,” he finally drawled. He looked as if he couldn’t believe his luck, and that rare fucking boyish smile on his face? You knew you were in trouble right then.

673 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#3

Daryl collapsed down onto the couch, propping his boots up onto the coffee table, seemingly with great effort. Everyone had dispersed quickly after dinner and the two of you were now alone in the living room. He leaned back and draped his arm over his eyes, heaving a heavy sigh. When he felt you sink down on the couch beside him, he lifted it to grab a glance at you. You offered a small smile.

“Tired?” you asked.

He nodded. “Fuckin’ exhausted. I dunno how many of those undead fucks I had to kill to protect that deer but it was a lot.”

You felt a cresting wave of gratitude for him. “Well, I’m really glad you’re okay. Daryl, you do so much for all of us. I’m sorry I couldn’t be out there with you today.”

He straightened up slightly and nodded. “S’alrigh’. Ya were needed back here. ‘M just beat,” he mused again. “But I know as soon as I lay down my mind just won’t shut up.”

You grabbed the throw pillow behind you and set it down on your lap. “C’mere,” you said, tilting your head. “Lay down.”

He gave you an unsure look.

“Just trust me,” you said. “Or don’t you?” you laughed.

He let out a scoff and rolled his eyes at you before gingerly stretching himself out on the couch as much as his tall frame would allow, resting his head on the pillow in your lap. He flinched at first as your fingertips combed into his hair, but the next moment he breathed in a deep breath and blew it out, his eyes closing.

You smiled as you felt the weight of him increase. You ran your fingers through his hair, following a wavy strand down to the end, brushing stray strands lightly away from his face. Daryl let out another heavy exhale.

“Better?” you asked gently. “Did your mind quiet?”

His eyes were still closed, and you noticed that his fingers had stopped fidgeting. “Shit... yeah... I dun want you to stop,” he murmured.

You smiled to yourself again. “Then I won’t.”

It wasn’t long before you were quite sure he was asleep. You leaned yourself against the back of the couch and soon drifted off too...

Prompt: “I don’t want you to stop.”

680 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#2

reader pronouns: she/her “Brace yourself.” “Huh?” Glenn looked up and followed Abraham’s gaze. You were talking to Eugene, who had his head bent and was staring determinedly at his boots, his arms stiff at his sides. “Eugene’s just finding out he’s been friend-zoned,” Abraham drawled, leaning on his shovel for a moment. Glenn wiped at the sweat on his forehead. “How is he just realizing that??” Abraham shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s been about as subtle as a brick to the balls,” he drawled. “Well,” Glenn went on, watching you doing your best to be kind as you let the mullet-ed man down gently, “I guess it isn’t exactly like Daryl and Y/N are flaunting it. They’re certainly not big PDA people...” Abraham glanced over at Glenn. “Those two are damn near inseparable. Not to mention how Daryl lost his shit when she had that bad run-in with those assholes outside the walls the other week. Or when she got all cut up from the barbed wire running from that herd and one of the cuts got infected. Daryl looked worse than she did. Any man could see he’s head-over-heels lovestruck. Ain’t goddamn rocket science.” He returned to his task, gripping the shovel and turning the soil over. Glenn sighed. “Yeah. I guess so. Man, I feel bad for him...” “After Rosita, I think he just had to go somewhere with them feelings,” Abraham said.  “Wonder who’ll be next,” Glenn said, picking up his tools again too. Eugene was walking away from you now, staring at the ground and looking like a sad Charlie Brown character. You were watching him go with a sympathetic and vaguely guilty expression. Just then, almost on cue, Daryl was heading toward you and your face absolutely lit up. And so did his. “I don’t know. I just hope it ain’t me,” Abraham joked.

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[corpupine]

A Long-Awaited Update

I’ve been putting off writing this update for a while now. Not because I’m suffering or struggling at all—life is actually really good! It’s had some truly awful, crappy stuff mixed in, but for the most part my life is very happy. The reason I’ve been putting this off is that I really don’t know where to start. Most of you will have noticed that I stopped posting updates of NemaTale on here sometime last year. There are a couple of reasons for that that I want to explain, then I want to move on to life updates and what’s coming next for NemaTale.

First: Why did I stop posting on Deviantart?

There’s no special reason or controversy here. I post on three sites: Deviantart, Tumblr, and Tapas. Both Tumblr and Tapas offer a scheduling system so that posts can be queued in advance. I was able to schedule posts on those two sites, but Deviantart doesn’t have that function, so each time there was an update I had to go in and manually enter all the information. As my life got more and more hectic (which will be explained a little bit more in the life updates section), I found that I was forgetting to update on Deviantart. I kept on putting it off, figuring I’d get around to it eventually. But uh, whoops—the end of Chapter 4 has been posted everywhere but on Deviantart! I’ll get those last pages up and running soon, but I wanted to offer some sort of explanation before I did so.

(As a side note: I haven't been keeping up with updating the links between pages on Tumblr, for a similar reason. I'll hopefully get those up and going soon so you guys can read the comic more easily on here.)

Second: What’s going on with Corpupine?

So much, you guys. Soooo much, and most of it is—like I said—truly wonderful. I haven’t been posting updates about my life hardly at all, and I want to maintain privacy, but here’s a few fun things I wanted to tell you about:

-Got a big girl job working for a local publishing company (I’m an editor by day and I love it, but it’s very time and energy consuming)

-Helped my wonderful husband self publish a book (that I edited, naturally)

-Moved to a different city

-Finally, finally finished a draft for a novel I’ve been tinkering with for 9 years

Oh, and also, this:

Yes, in what may be the best (accidentally) kept secret ever, I’m a few months away from giving birth to a baby girl. That has been the main reason for my absence online as my husband and I have been preparing for her arrival. This baby has been very much something we have hoped for, and it took longer than we expected to get this far, so we are very happy. We are over the moon excited, a little freaked out, and ready to snuggle her sooo good.

So with that bombshell dropped, let’s talk a little bit more about the stuff you’re all really here for.

What’s next for NemaTale?

Months before I got pregnant, I had already finished Chapter 5. The script for chapter 6 is about 50% written—the broad strokes are there, I just need to nail down the dialogue. Then I started my big-girl job, and life started to get a little out of control. I was incredibly busy all the time with my job, and helping my husband with his book, and I really wanted to start using any free time just to rest and recuperate. I think that was the best choice for me; too much on my plate would have probably led me to have a nervous breakdown, haha. As it is, I’m doing well emotionally, but . . . I haven’t drawn anything since about June of last year. So we’ve got Chapter 5, totally finished and just waiting to be queued up; chapter 6, partially written; aaaaand then a big black void in front of me. (Why does that word feel so . . . familiar?) That should be scary to me, but it’s not. I’ve accomplished a lot, even if I haven’t progressed on the comic. I’m proud of myself and how far I’ve come. But what does that mean for you guys?

Here's the lowdown: I’m giving birth soon. I’m not going to be able to commit to any sort of comic goals in the near future. I’m not even sure what the future of NemaTale looks like, but I do know this: I still love this story. I don’t want to stop creating it, but now’s not the right time for me to be focusing on that. Sometimes life just gets too full to do everything on the list. I just can’t keep this at the top of my list for now.

Chapter 5 is, as I’ve said, completely ready to go (except for the chapter cover, which I haven’t made yet.) So I’m going to put this choice out to you guys. What do you want? Do you want me to go ahead and post chapter 5 over the next few months and then I’ll just see you all when I see you, somewhere down the line? Or do you want me to wait to post chapter 5 until there is also a chapter 6 officially on the way? That could take many, many months, so be aware of that.

I love the interactions I have with all of you. I’d love to keep having them, even if I won’t be able to post new stuff beyond chapter 5 for a while. But I really am okay doing whatever you guys think is best with regards to posting chapter 5. Just let me know in the comments below.

All right, I think that’s everything. I appreciate your patience with me in all this. In the past year, so much has happened. My husband and I have gone on adventures. I turned twenty-five and I’m finally starting to feel more comfortable in my own skin. I tragically lost one dear relative and for a while we thought we were going to lose another one—which, miraculously, we haven’t. Spring is here, and there’s a little girl kicking me in the ribs as I write this. Life is good.

[chthonicgodling]

how do you kill a goddess??? just keep trying??? until they wish they were dead??? has anyone seen them???

Amechania (Amey), Goddess of Powerlessness;

Sophrosyne, (Sophie), Goddess of Moderation;

Hescychia, (Hess), Goddess of Silence;

consecutive ex girlfriends of: Thanatos, God of Gentle Death, who was so charming and personable that it was anyone’s guess why out of everyone fawning over him he would choose to date any of these three shy and timid girls. Just baffling! And sheer coincidence that each of them vanished completely shortly after each relationship ended— how strange!

——

Well.

A few months ago I did a random compilation post abt Hess, who had dated the NOW known as notorious supervillain serial killer-abuser Thanatos before Maci; before anyone had known the truth ;; and now here, before THAT and Hess, there were two others previously. Amey and Sophie, each respectively entangled with Thanatos when he was 17 & then 18— immediately trapped in a secret horror show for about a year each before disappearing mysteriously… aka left somewhere for as close to dead as he could get them within the bounds of immortality. (and What does that mean??? you probably don’t want to know 😰)

There IS a happy ending since eventually within Elysium canon……. 2,000 years later, the trio were each found and fixed and then chose to erase their memories of the nightmare they had been through. They went off to live happily ever after like Hess is part of the throuple I mentioned in her post, and Sophie and Amey have never really made much of an appearance in the active Elysiumverse but are off somewhere living nicely,,

I have been thinking about specifically Amey and Sophie from where they exist as part of Maci’s history (bc… reasons) - From where at the time, no one,especially not Maci, had any idea what thanatos was doing behind the scenes and so there was never any hope to save them then— I was gonna say more re that thought but I might draw it instead so oop redacted stay tuned. but Umm I’ve only ever drawn them once ever and and that was bad and in 2012 and needed to be redone so hEre they are Formally, a collection and a horrible little compilation

everyone here belongs to me andddddd I’m so sorry about this ;;

[my-mt-heart]

hi mt.

i’ve been reading your posts recently and you’ve been pretty critical towards zabel. as someone who’s watching the show i can’t disagree, there is much i don’t like, but you seem absolutely sure he isn’t acquainted with the original show (and even more so with caryl’s story), but whilst that’s true in terms of daryl’s character, i can’t really say about caryl.

what i mean is, he seems to have done his homework, or at least a part of it: the daryl we see in the spin-off reminds me of the way he was in the first seasons, when he didn’t really trust the group or anyone around him. sure it feels real far from the character he’s grown into during the last seasons, but maybe they thought it’d make sense for him to act the same way in this somehow similar context?

and this brings me to the next point, caryl. if you watch carefully, the hints are all there: episode 1, the flashback, episode 2 daryl blows up some tanks of gas in a way that any diehard twd fan will immediately associate with carol’s terminus scene. and we know there’s another more important flashback of carol and sophia coming up, and for that they even had to do specific casting and everything. Daryl now even carries a knife identical to carol’s signature weapon.

so maybe zabel did do his research? and if not, who do you think is responsible for these tiny details inserted here and there? is it all some sort of shipbaiting to keep caryl fans interested despite all the shit they’ve had thrown their way?

We can assume Zabel read scripts from the first few seasons because on the page, Daryl's scars are first described as cigarette burns and when asked about them in the spinoff, Daryl says his "daddy was a smoker." But that makes me wonder if Zabel only realized when the time came to look at reference photos that the burns never actually made it on screen in the main show, and that's why they're suddenly plain as day in the pilot. Why doesn’t Daryl have the bullet scar on his chest? We see it in 10x07, so did Zabel not watch that far? Does he not know Daryl got shot in S6/S7? Does he not realize Norman’s newer tattoos were visible in S11 and didn’t need covering up? (Side note: if you are going to make the choice to cover them up, make sure they’re consistently covered up 🤦‍♀️)

If the intention was for Daryl to revert back to the "fish out of water" he was in the early seasons, then yes, Zabel would probably have to watch at least parts of those seasons to get a sense of his voice. Fwiw, I think that’s an odd decision because that's not the version of Daryl most fans were drawn to. It was the nuances he started to show during and after the Cherokee rose scene with Carol. I suspect Zabel was following the mandate to “reset” the character, but at the same time, he still should’ve been 💯familiar with the source material. That’s doing the bare minimum, so I don’t excuse him for cutting corners if that’s what he did, and there seem to be too many inconsistencies to prove otherwise.

I also don't doubt he and/or the other writers watched pivotal Caryl scenes because, yes, the parallels are there like you said. Whether they were always intended to set up Caryl’s arc or initially just evoke the same emotions for another character/relationship, well 😒 Keep in mind that contrary to what will inevitably be spun, it was not known from the start that Melissa would come back. Yeah, there's the flashback in the pilot, and Daryl looking at the photo of the Irish man with his wife and daughter, and the Irish man's V.O., but those may not have ever been in the script, they could've just been decided on in post. I can’t be sure, but the point I’m driving at is, if Zabel didn't know he had to set up Carol's return for a good long while, honoring her character and Caryl’s relationship wouldn’t have been his first priority. His fist priority would’ve been the characters he could actually write for. I’m not suggesting he maliciously gave away Caryl’s arc. AMC on the other hand tends to assume women are interchangeable and if one character mirrors our favorite, we'll grow to like that character for the same reasons. Remember Maggie’s jacket that we all said looked like Carol’s? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Obviously we know that Carol is coming back now and at some point Zabel would’ve had to start writing to that which he could’ve done by retroactively adding small bread crumbs in the first half like the flashback, maybe some lines of dialogue, or anything else that wouldn’t have required massive rewrites (or more rewrites than there already were). So if something feels shoehorned in or contradictory (I know people were talking about the scene where Daryl tells Laurent he has “nothing like” a wife and kids), that could definitely be why. Not saying all of this to rain on anyone’s parade. If the small moments bring you comfort, please do take them. After all the “parallels” throughout the Leah arc went absolutely nowhere though, I would personally much rather wait until we get the real deal i.e. an explicit Caryl arc before I bother to watch.

I’ve definitely written too much for someone who’s not watching and I’m trying to wait a few more weeks before I elaborate on anything, but since you asked, I hope this gives you a better sense of where my head is at right now.

[bechloeislegit]

20 Questions Game

This seemed like it might be fun to do. So, here’s my responses. I was tagged by @ridiculously-over-obsessed

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

AO3 says I have 113 Works (many of which I migrated over from FanFiction.net since that was the first site I posted on).

2. Total AO3 word count

1,866,264 (Can this be right?)

3. Fandoms you write for

I write solely for Pitch Perfect 

4. Top 5 fics by kudos -

Love at First Bite: A Pitch Perfect Story - A vampire AU fic; cowritten with RJRMovieFan.

Pitch Perfect 3: BeChloe Is Legit! - Pitch Perfect 3, written as we believe it should have been and could have been if the filmmakers were a little more visionary; cowritten with RJRMovieFan.

Skyping While Sleeping - Summary: A one-shot based on a post/prompt from Tumblr User @ladygaybeale. Beca is on tour and Skypes Chloe. Chloe thinks Beca is asleep and tells Beca her deepest regret.

Stronger - Summary: Beca and Chloe meet before Beca starts at Barden University and become fast friends. Chloe is a Senior and had a terrifying experience when she was home for the summer. The two are drawn to each other, but is Beca biting off more than she can chew in wanting to be more than just a friend to Chloe? Rated M for language. Warning: Mentions of anxiety attacks and assault (not sexual).)

BeChloe Week 2019 - Summary: 8 BeChloe One-shots based on prompts submitted by Tumblr users.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes. I’m sure I’ve missed some, but I do try to respond to them all.

6. Fic w/Angstiest Ending.

I think I’d have to say, “Chloe Effed Up.” It’s the only fic I’ve written where Beca and Chloe do not end up together.

7. Happiest ending? 

I am known for happy, fluffy stories, so I can’t pick which of my fics would have the happiest ending. (I do love writing an Epilogue and will (almost) always find a way to have a happy ending.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

None that I can recall.

9. Do you write smut/what kind?

Not usually; I have written some light smut when I felt it added something to the story (or I got badgered enough and added some to keep readers happy; giving into peer pressure is not usually my forte, but I can be persuaded every once in a while).

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven’t, but I have used characters from Grey’s Anatomy more than once. 

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.

12. Ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware of.

13. Ever cowritten a fic?

Yes, several, actually.

14. Favorite ship?

For writing, all Bechloe, all the time. Also, Staubrey. And, I don’t write them, but I have grown a bit fond of Junksen (and I did write a Christmas one-shot where Aubrey and Emily were together).

15. A WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Nothing that’s been posted. (I do have a couple of fics in a Drafts folder that I started because I got an idea and didn’t want to lose it. I may have to revisit that folder and see if there’s anything there worth working on.)

16. Writing strengths?

I finish every fic I start; nothing is left incomplete. I also feel I’m stronger at writing one-shots than multi-chapter fics.

17. Writing weaknesses?

I use dialog to convey the story because I’m not as good at imagery or descriptive narratives.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in a different language?

I haven’t written too much in a different language, only small parts of conversations, and Google Translate may or may not have been involved. If I actually spoke a different language, I would definitely write something in that language.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

Pitch Perfect. Also, it's the only fandom I’ve written for.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Wow! That’s a loaded question. I don’t really have a favorite, but I do have a few that I really am proud to have written. My top five are (in no particular order):

Beca and Chloe’s Summer Fling My Name is Beca Mitchell What if the World Ended Tomorrow? Chloe Goes On Strike Stronger

There are also a number of one-shots that I would consider faves (I admit I have too many to list).

Tagging: Anyone who reads this and wants to do it.

[jennagrinsoverml]

I know you probably have a million rec lists you’re working on but I am wondering if you have any fics you’ve read since writing your rec lists that you would want to add to your existing lists? Or would you just make a part 2 for them in that case.

Ooh, anon, this is a great question! I usually don't add to my lists after they're posted, even if I come across a fic that would be perfect for it. (Although I will curse my luck to find the fic after posting lol) These days I don't do a lot of self-directed rec lists, since I get so many asks, so I haven't done any part 2s in a while.

The rec list I would most want to update/redo would be Season 4 Angst.

See, when I'm making my lists, I start them in my drafts and add to them over time. I don't add immediately when I'm reading. Usually I email myself fics, but previously I would sometimes copy and paste the fics into a word doc.

This turned out to be a mistake. Because...when I was doing the Season 4 Angst rec list...I forgot to include all the fics I had in my word doc. WHOOPS!

I felt so bad when I realized, but it'd already been reblogged a bunch, so it felt too late to change it.

So, kind anon, I'm going to take advantage of this ask to share the fics I wanted to then! (As well as a few more I’ve found since.) Not all of these are angsty, so this can be a general Season 4 rec list to supplement the angst one 😁

ours, always. By @theanxiouscupcake

Chat Noir knows this is not a regular patrol when he arrives to their spot. She's pacing up and down, muttering to herself, occasionally tugging at her pigtails. When he lands on the roof, she looks up, startled and as her eyes take him in, she jumps at him to swathe him into the tightest she’s ever given him. 

“I- I swear, I didn’t mean to,” she says softly. “I- I mean I did, but I didn’t plan to do it! We were just- Everyone was so upset with me, and I couldn’t take it anymore, minou, a-and I…”

He tries to hug her again in reassurance, but she pushes away, eyes scrunched shut as she words burst out of her. “ I told my best friend I’m Ladybug.”

One-shot. This fic is, I think, what we all wanted after Gang of Secrets. That is to say, Ladybug actually TELLING Chat that she revealed her identity to someone else. And it hurts, and Chat is clearly hurt, and he’s allowed to be, but also Ladybug isn’t made out to be wrong or bad. It’s just this real portrayal of how that could have gone (how it should have gone).

The Break (My Broken Bones are Mending) by MoonlightShines   

“I can’t believe you broke your ankle!” Alya bemoaned for the hundredth time. She fluffed the pillow underneath Marinette’s bad leg. 

Marinette threw her head back on her bed with a drawn out groan. “I know!” 

“Girl, what are we gonna do?” 

“I don’t know!”

One-shot. The premise of this one is a little ridiculous with Marinette breaking her ankle, and then her and Alya deciding that she can continue to be Ladybug and maybe no one will notice. Needless to say...Chat notices. And proceeds to be sweet as can be because of course he does. And the whole thing is just so sweet and I loved the ending!

The Sun is In Your Eyes by @deinde-prandium

The morning after they’ve revealed their identities to one another, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a much-needed talk. Post-season 4.

One-shot. Oh man, I love this fic a ridiculous amount. We get post-reveal pre-relationship in the aftermath of all of season 4′s angst and it’s beautiful!! Chat trying to hold back because he doesn’t want to pressure her, but his feelings haven’t changed, of course they haven’t. And Marinette’s learned that her partner is the boy she loves and she’s afraid but they actually talk to each other and it’s absolutely beautiful!!!

they took the crown, but it’s alright by welcomedistraction

it doesn't surprise her that she falls for him in that moment. it only surprises her how long it took in the first place.

Two-shot. We all saw the way Ladybug looked at Chat at the end of Strike Back. Here we have the aftermath of Ladybug realizing her feelings for her partner, which leads to a sweet mix of angst and fluff, and an eventual identity reveal. It’s a sweet fic!

Build You Up by @coffeebanana​

After the events of Risk and Strike Back, showing up to school and acting like nothing had changed feels wrong. Adrien doesn't want to be there, listening to the fears and criticisms of his classmates. Worrying about Ladybug. Trying not to let his doubts consume him.

But it turns out there's someone else who might want to be there even less than him. And maybe the answer to his problems has been sitting behind him in class all along.

One-shot. My absolute favourite post-season 4 fic! Like, this is EXACTLY the fic that I needed after watching Strike Back. It’s so, so good and there’s an identity reveal and I don’t want to spoil it, but this fic is gorgeous and you should definitely read it if you haven’t already! (And if you have, well, consider this an excuse to read it again!)

Off the Mark by @buggachat​

Ever since Nino's (frankly embarrassing) akumatization into Rocketear, Chat Noir's behavior had taken a strange and sudden turn in the presence of Carapace, and Nino could only think of one possible explanation:

Chat Noir hated him.

Somehow, Adrien didn't seem to agree.

One-shot. This is adrino (can be read platonically) not love square but it’s so, so good. As you all may have realized by now, I’m an absolute sucker for misunderstandings, and I’ve been desperate for good fic dealing with the aftermath of Rocketear since it came out. And this is just SPECTACULAR! Nino doesn’t understand why Adrien’s so bothered, but of course it’s clear to us as readers, and it’s finally resolved so beautifully omg I love this fic!!!