#ofc he's very much an indulgent self insert but a part of me i really gave him is the trans & homosexual identity | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

olivyh · 2 years

Note

Leona, Jamil, and the Leech twins with an Fem!s/o who has 4 siblings and they're the eldest.

A 14 year old, 9 year old, and 6 year old. (All girls)

S/o happened to get spawned into Twisted Wonderland with her siblings in toe.

S/o is often annoyed with her siblings and can often be found in her room. Especially because they're an introvert already.

She doesn't trust ANYONE to watch her siblings for them because people aren't trustworthy in her eyes.

Absolutely hates and loves her siblings.

She doesn't show affection often, and hate when their siblings try to hug or kiss her.

One wrong move, and students can be mutilated.

It's a "I hate you but I will murder everyone for you"

Omg I can relate so hard to this ;;;; I'm one of six children (I have four brothers and a sister) but I'm the fourth born! I can also vv much relate to the introverted part ;; ( It is a little short, though, because the break I got earlier was just the calm before the storm and I got very burnt out very quickly ;;;;;;;;;;; i got a little slammed with essays and exams and club activities, but I will try to continue to write as much as possible when i find the time and energy!

Will also start publishing the self-indulgent inserts (with name changed ofc) and short stories that I have written to fill up the gaps between when I don't have time to write (I have... three on the backburner right now?)

Leona:

-Didn't think too much about you and your younger siblings when you first came, though he was a little annoyed about there being kids on campus

-He was never really aware that you existed either, considering your introverted nature and how, having not known you all, tended to just see one of you and assume it was someone else

-He did, however, get an earful when your younger sibling came to you crying because "The scary lion in the greenhouse growled at me when I stepped on his tail"

-After being comforted by your other siblings, you stomped over and gave the man a piece of your mind, chewing him out and threatening him for making your precious younger sibling cry

-You stormed off, mumbling to yourself and leaving the lion man in a state of awe, jaw agape for once

-Ruggie made fun of him for it, having heard the whole thing

-Of course, he doesn't try to attract too much of your attention again

-Eventually your younger siblings grow fond of him, whether through Cheka being the youngests' playmate or their general interest in beastmen. And through them, came you

-Your relationship at first was strained, with him being a little more wary of the things he did and said around your siblings, and you standing threateningly over him while they hung out.

-He was, admittedly, a little glad to get you out of your room.

-But he knew not to push the issue too much, and also to keep his distance, knowing all too well that you can defend yourself and your siblings if needed

-If you do ask him for support or to step in, he absolutely will

-But of course, if not he won't bother. He believes that you can stand up for yourself and your family

-It makes him a little unnerved to see the way you interact with your siblings, seeing the reflection of the way that he treats Cheka. Of course, he treats your siblings in the same way.

-Overall, he's a fairly good boyfriend towards your family, given how important they are to you and through association, they're important to him

"Leona!" Your youngest sibling rushes up to him, gripping onto his arm and whining. "Come on!"

"No, get some sleep," The lion sighs, rolling onto his other side and flicking the child with his tail.

"But it's noon!"

"They're right, Leona!" Your other sibling frowns, hands on their hips as they huff and roll their eyes at his actions.

"Guys," You warn them, lightly smacking the youngests' arm. Leona grins at your actions, watching you bicker with them from his position on the grass. "Leave him be!"

"No! Leona promised to teach me how to play chess!" Your youngest sibling huffs, stomping her foot and waving her arm in his direction as he yawns.

"I did teach you," He yawns.

"Barely!"

You chuckle, waving them off. "How about you guys find something else to do? He'll teach you later, promise," They huff and stride off, disappearing into Savanaclaw, probably off to swim in the fountain or hang off Jack for the eightieth time. You sit down beside the lion, gently running your hand through his hair and fixing his braids. He sighs, eyes falling closed.

"I'm sorry about them," You apologize softly. He huffs in response.

"It's nothin'," He leans into your touch slightly, feeling all of the tension built up in his body over the course of the day slowly melting with every stroke of your hand against his hair, every brush of your nails against his scalp. "They're not as bothersome as Cheka."

"You say that, but-"

"Shut it," You grin in response, watching his eyes slowly lull closed.

Jade:

-He was curious upon seeing students who are much younger than even the youngest at NRC. He wondered if it was the same situation as the Shroud brothers

-And it was!

-He had seen your younger siblings all over campus as they seemed to have an easy time making friends. Him and his brother even had a conversation with them once

-He caught on how they tearfully told them about you, their oldest sibling who rarely leaves Ramshackle unless necessary

-His interest was piqued and he, of course, needed to know more about this mysterious prefect

-He found out soon enough when both your siblings, scared to tears of the twins, came crying to you while you were relaxing in your dorm one day

-You stormed into Mostro Lounge, cursed him out, and left like nothing happened

-He was baffled, but it also heightened his previous curiosity. A magicless human trying to fight him? Not showing an ounce of fear? Was your will to protect your siblings that strong?

-Jade and Floyd had an... odd relationship.

-They were incredibly close, but Jade would never dream of fighting someone on Floyd's behalf (unless he physically couldn't, which never happened)

-They also didn't have any younger siblings, so he wanted to learn more

-How did he gain your affections?

-During Azul's overblot, when the octomer was rampaging, he saw some debris flying towards one of your younger siblings, who screamed and tried to cover their faces to the best of their ability

-He quickly grabbed them and hid them behind one of the booths for safety

-Little did he know, you were watching the whole thing go down

-You felt... indebted to him, for lack of a better word and went to help him with whatever he needed

-Which soon bloomed into a relationship

-He's very good with your younger siblings- patient, helpful, willing to play with him and feed them free food from Mostro when Azul's not looking

-He wants to be as much of a protector for them as you are, but he knows to keep his distance

-So he opts to be a big brother figure instead :)

"No, little one," Jade gently scolds your youngest sibling, slowly moving their hands along the small terrarium. "You must position the moss like this-"

You smile, watching him guide your younger sibling as they build their own terrarium after becoming interested seeing his countless terrariums built up. Watching how their eyes lit up when the jar (a repurposed jelly jar) became something akin to what your younger sibling would call a 'fairy house'.

Jade smiles, chiding them when they get too excited and lift it into the air quickly, shaking the insides ever so slightly. Your other sibling scoffs, fake gagging.

"Stop looking at him like that," They pout, covering their face with their hands. "It's gross."

"Like what?" You retort, face flushing.

"Like he's the sun."

"I do not!" You smack them slightly, pouting. Jade notices your conversation and chuckles, making your youngest sibling giggle at his reaction.

"You do, my dear," He sighs happily, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, making you yelp and try to push him away.

"Stop!" Your younger sibling gags and the youngest giggles, grabbing the other and scrambling off.

"You're so embarrassing!" You huff. Jade grins and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"They'll get used to it."

Floyd:

-He was actually friends with your youngest sibling from the start!

-Of course, they were a little scared of him at first

-But it's shown during the Halloween event that Floyd is very good with young kids. Between that and his high energy (most of the time), they get along well

-Due to this, Floyd became your temporary roommate/babysitter

-You were always around one another due to him hanging out with your sibling all the time, often taking on a protector role for them as much as you do

-This is what caught your attention

-How quickly he responded to them and their concerns, how he kept them safe while having fun, how happy they seemed to be around him

-Of course, your teenage sibling was also dragged into their schemes (whether it was against their will or not)

-Soon enough, you two were close enough that neither of you knew what to call your relationship

-At some point you started acting like a couple and you both just went with it

-He is pretty attentive to your younger siblings! Although he does tend to distance himself when he knows he's in a bad mood as to not say something to upset them

-And he knows well what will happen if he upsets you

"One more round!" The eel chants, practically bouncing on his toes as your siblings collapse on the bleachers, making you look up from your phone.

"No more!" The teenager sighs. "You won like, eight times already!"

"Make it nine?"

"Floyd..." Your youngest sibling whines, hanging off his extended arm. "No more basketball!"

"Awh..." He pouts and sits next to you on the bleachers, pulling you into his lap and making both of your siblings groan. "Lame."

"We're not lame!" The youngest defends themselves, crossing their arms and grabbing the ball from beside you two, giggling as they run away.

"No fair~!" Floyd whines, grinning. "Does that mean more games?"

"No!" They yell from the middle of the gymnasium, weakly throwing the ball at the net and landing a few meters short. "I'm practicing!" Floyd places you next to him and strides over, picking up your sibling and making them scream and flail their legs wildly, landing a few kicks on the laughing eel's chest.

"Get it in the net!" He lifts them high enough that they can reach the rim, dropping the ball in. He cheers, throwing them in the air and making them yelp again, holding onto him for dear life. "That's a point for both of us!"

"Mhm!"

"Since when are you two a team?" You ask.

"Since now," Floyd grins, making a face when you roll your eyes. "And now it's you two against us two!"

"It's on!" Your middle sibling runs up to the eel, stealing the ball from the ground while he still holds the youngest. You can't help but smile at their antics, unable to stop your feet from moving towards the court to play along.

Jamil:

-Was also indifferent to you and your siblings the first few months

-He had too much to worry about and far too much on his plate at that time

-But when he overblotted and your siblings happened to be in the way? When he woke up he wondered why he was in so much pain

-According to Kalim, you had gone off on him after your youngest sibling was injured by a piece of flying debris

-Your siblings are a little intimidated by him at first, and more than a little scared of his power after he had lost control

-He also has a little sister who is around 14-15, so he tries to use Najma as a reference for what your younger siblings would like

-He helps them with studies, teaches them how to cook, he even goes as far as to babysit the youngest when you appear to be too busy

-As for the affection part, Jamil understands that completely. Him and his sister were never known to be the most affectionate pair, often fighting more than being physically affectionate

-He understood that you still cared for your siblings, though, and respected your drive to protect them and keep them safe

-He also did his part to keep them safe and healthy in his own low-key way

"Hold the spatula like this," He demonstrates with his own hands, your teenage sibling nodding and following along, humming slightly as the oil pops in the pan. "Don't panic."

"I'm trying..."

"It's not that hard," You chuckle, grinning in their direction. Jamil rolls his eyes and goes back to helping the teenager cook dinner in Ramshackle's old, worn kitchen. He'd offered to help after they'd seen him cook and wanted to provide for you and their younger sibling, finding it a good excuse to bond with them.

Their phone dings and they look down, chuckling as they slip it back into their pocket. "Your sister just texted me," They explain, going back to pushing the vegetables around the pan.

"Oh?" Jamil looks back to you, raising an eyebrow. "What is she saying?"

"She told me to give updates on you two," You huff and fight the urge to throw your phone at her from across the room.

"That's a little stalker-ish," You comment.

"Agreed."

"Well, you two are a thing. You're my older sibling, and her older brother. We have to know what's going on," They shrug pouring the mixture onto a plate with Jamil's supervision, making slight comments on how to do it in a safer way. "Stop nagging."

"I'm not nagging."

"You are!"

"Agree!" The youngest chirps, making you laugh. Jamil frowns, placing the plates in front of you and sitting beside you, close enough that your knees bump into each other.

"Thank you for dinner, you two~" You hum happily, digging in.

"Anytime," They say simultaneously, looking at each other in shock and making you laugh.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst xreader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jamil viper x reader

386 notes · View notes

weird-obsessed-girl · 8 months

Text

Modern Character in Thedas!! Fic Rec

I actually love that there’s a part of the Dragon Age Fandom where basically self-inserts have such good fics. I’ll admit that a lot of what I read in this tag is self-indulgent (but that’s really what fanfiction is for) and I thought I might catalog some of my fav fics so far.

I think also what’s great about this tag is that it actually exists! I try to occasionally find similar concepts in other fandoms but this kind of tag doesn’t seem to translate into many other fandoms, or at least the fics that do exist aren’t exactly to my taste. So hopefully this is helpful to everyone like me!

Mostly only Inquisition. IF ANYONE HAS ANY RECS PLEASE SHARE

Also can more authors pls write different ships other than Cullen and Solas?

I’m more partial to completed fics but unfortunately many of the fics in this tag are WIPs. I’ll be posting more lists like this in the future so be on the lookout.

With Horns - The_Ravenous

Not rated ı 97/? ı 362,357 words ı updated 2021

Modern Boy in Thedas who gets turned into a Vashoth, he basically replaces Adaar. Male Inquisitor/Cassandra, yay a ship that isn’t common within this tag!!

I’ve only read the first few chapters but the main character seems funny and I’m partial to the MC becoming a mage and learning the ins and outs of magic.

Identity - AMCanderly

T ı 6/6 ı 26,172

This is part of a series where a woman from earth get transported into Thedas in DA 2 but she gets made tranquil, this fic specifically is her struggle in having the mark which causes her to be cured and her struggle with regaining consciousness/autonomy.

Sugar and Spice - Cracking Lamb

E ı 15/15 ı 25,894

This is a fic that spans across all 3 games so therefore is not a very detailed fic however I love the stable relationship between Bull and the MGiT.

What a Wicked Game - Cracking Lamb

E ı 148/? ı 400,570

CrackingLamb yet again! I admit I have not even read this one half way through but from what I have read I really enjoy Imogen/Solas even if it’s slightly toxic, also good smut…

No Longer A Game - Here_To_Be

E ı 63/63 ı 347,357

I haven’t read this one but it seems to be promising, you might be noticing that I prefer to read about an MCiT that knows the events of the game so any summary mentioning that the character loves Inquisition is immediately put on my TBR.

MARKED - ThroughtheMirrorDarkly

M ı 10/10 ı 109,948

I read this a while ago so I don’t remember much but I remembered the name out of all the hundreds of fics I read in a year! The MC has spent a few years in Thedas but wasn’t involved in the story until Inquisition. Solas/OFC

Running On Empty - PickleDillo

T ı 27/27 ı 163,762

This is the first in a completed series, MC/Iron Bull so obviously it has to be included, I can’t wait until I finish this series. This includes an MC inquisitor who isn’t immediately skilled in combat or over powered.

Coalesce - Beckily

E ı 36/36 ı 83,437

This does have a r8pe warning so I’m not sure if this is explicitly in the story, but it has such an interesting concept of a Modern Girl who gets transported into Male Adaar’s body and they have to figure out how to live together.

Virtually Faded - AntlersandFangs, Celtic_Lass

M ı 101/101 ı 519,973

This is probably a fic that i am not going to read anytime soon as I’m intimidated by the word count. (Don’t make fun of me I’m not patient enough to read really long fics, i need to CONSUME as many fics as quickly as possible) This fic is centred around a pair of friends who get transported to Thedas so this is slightly different from the other fics in this list.

Ad Infinitum - Stormontheocean

E ı 78/78 ı 252,544

MC discovers that Thedas’ Common language is definitely not English so she pretends to be deaf and mute, slightly Mary-Sue but I’m not opposed to it in doses. MC/Cullen

Commiseration - cleighc

M ı 1/1 ı 12,867

A small one but with a focus on relationship between Cole and MC, def not a happy one but interesting nonetheless.

Swedish Firesteel - Escapist_Velocity

T ı 100/100 ı 142,503

I haven’t read this one but it could be interesting. MC/Cullen

{1. Defiance} Everything’s Just Fine - EmpressTod

T ı 73/73 ı 181,562

MC/SERA!!!!!!! Sera is never bloody apart of the main pairing so this is exciting for me.

honeyeater - foetend

E ı 21/21 ı 58,529

Reasonably short one that I haven’t read all the way through so hopefully this is worth it. The concept of Flemeth being involved and tasking MC to get close to Solas is heaps unique so it has to be mentioned. I feel like people really don’t utilise the Elvhen Gods/lore enough or perhaps tend to lean towards paragraphs of lore dumping.

Suddenly, Qunari - Jiwa

E ı 20/40 ı 168,203

Once again MBiT gets transported into Adaar’s body and becomes the Herald! Eventual polyamory with Bull and Dorian, I like how cute and funny MC is.

Ithelan - DyeingRoses

M ı 35/? ı 80,925

Inquisitor/OC which is not common, however I’m not sure how frequently this fic will be updated, this is def on top of my TBR list. MC becomes a tatted elf.

Sugar Honey Iced tea - AntlersandFangs, Beckily, Celtic_Lass

M ı 48/48 ı 412,762

Multiple modern characters dropped into Thedas, haven’t read this one but it seems interesting most especially because of the pairings. Varric/ OFC, Krem/ OFC, Solas/ OC, Inquisitor/ OC.

The Guardian - yayenchan

M ı 13/? ı 56,602

Female Trevelyan/ OMC, Mary Sue elements here but the first chapter seemed promising.

#modern character in Thedas #modern girl in thedas #modern boy in thedas #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age inquisition fanfiction #dragon age inquidition #dread wolf

7 notes · View notes

grossrottie · 3 months

Note

omg of course it's okay to reblog!!! 😭💖 but to spare my poor followers needing to scroll extra far down their dash, i hope you don't mind me replying here 🙏

AWW you are so nice, thank you so much!!!! 🥰💖 yes yes yes e v e r y t h i n g about him is gamified, is such a performance that we can't help but look at him and wonder what he's going to do next!! layers upon layers of acting that both are him and aren't him…plus it doesn't hurt that he's gorgeous 😉

oh don't worry, i'm sure the Toymaker would have no problem at all consuming you 👀

AHHHH you know what!!! i was in the middle of MAKING a s/i for Doctor Who and then i got super embarrassed about it 🙈💖 i was creating a ludologist (person who studies games) who accidentally summons the Toymaker through their research…i liked the design but wasn't happy with the art i was drawing!! should i give it another shot?

and what about YOU!! do you also selfship/self-insert? 👀

Oooh that’s valid, maybe I’ll put this reply under a readmore so that people don’t have to scroll?

Yessss, everything about him is gamified!! I feel like even in a domestic situation (which, for him would absolutely be twisted for both parties) he would derive pleasure from games, trickery, teasing and torment!!!

Which I’m totally okay with! Haha. And he’s so gosh darn easy on the eyes, I’d happily become a doll on his shelf if I could just look at him :P

Now I just thought abt him calling his partner “doll face”, “doll”, etc, and dressing them up and pampering them in that weirdly creepy way. 🫣

A ludologist is such a good idea for a s/i with the Toymaker, omg!!! Very clever, and I especially love the accidental nature of the summoning.

I haven’t drawn in quite a while, but I really wanna dip my toes back into art with selfship or f/o art!!!! And that would also include other people’s f/os and s/is (with their consent, ofc) as I love drawing other peoples’ ships!!!!

So if you end up posting a design 👀 I might snatch and draw them and the Toymaker (only if you’re comfortable with it, tho!)

I’m so curious abt the dynamic between him and your s/i!!!!!

And yesss, I do selfship!!! Tho I haven’t posted much abt my personal timelines and headcanons and stuff, I’ve been a bit too embarrassed to do that—but I’m gonna get over that embarrassment and be indulgent soon!!!!! :3 the best part about self shipping imo is the total freedom to do whatever you want to make yourself happy!

I’ve been pondering an “all-powerful reality jumping being who has gone around and compiled all their f/os whether the f/os like it or not” idea, but I haven’t gotten too far along yet :3 some of my other s/is and f/os have individual stories linked to the actual canon source material, but a one-s/i-fits-all approach could be fun!!

And now I’m just rambling akdhdkdhrjeje

ty for your messages agh!! I super appreciate you and your brilliant ideas, and I’d always be happy to see another Toymaker lover!!! :3

#mine #ask to tag #celestial toymaker tag 🚂♠️#Doctor who

0 notes

xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years

Text

Remnants, Part I

They did Ahkmenrah so dirty in the NATM movies, so I’m indulging. I’m not sure if this piece is going to work as a female reader-insert, but I am going to try that first. If you think it would be better with an OFC, let me know.

Summary: You are in the midst of formulating your dissertation, but you’ve hit a wall. Your doting aunt, Rebecca, has a solution that brings you face to face with Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King. As the connection between you and Ahkmenrah grows, and as the secrets of his ancient tablet unlock, the once-king will find himself faced with a difficult choice.

Warnings: None for now, but you can bet there will be smut; also, Ahk is a solid 20 years of age to be certain to avoid any squick factor. Also, if you’d like to be tagged, let me know : )

Part I

On the night you first officially met, you weren’t sure whether it was his beauty or his sadness that overwhelmed you. Ahkmenrah was sitting in his exhibit alone, gazing at the hieroglyphs that adorned the walls. His mouth was set in a serious line, which only served to accentuate his sharp jawline. His eyes, a polychromatic swirl of blue and green, were trained on the stories, his stories. The air was filled with such a level of concentration that it felt wrong to disturb this once-king.

Larry whispered, “About a year ago, we figured out that he wasn’t an evil, cursed thing. It is his tablet, after all, that brings everything to life.”

“He’s not wax or stone, though, so, he reanimates?” you ask hesitantly, even though you already know the answer. It’s just that you can hardly believe in its morbidity—cheating death always has a price.

“Every night.”

Your mind whirled. Every night, this former king came to life, and every morning, he returned to the nothingness of death. A price—there’s always a price.

“Does he remember things, like the new things that happen at night? Or is he stuck living only with the memories of his past?”

Larry chuckled, “Do you want to ask him all these things yourself?”

You nod your head. Of all the exhibits Larry had introduced you to over the last month, he saved Ahkmenrah for last because he knew that the ancient pharaoh was the reason you became an anthropologist. Not, Ahkmenrah in particular, but the culture of ancient Egypt. Your grandmother used to tell you stories about the pyramids and first introduced you to the riches of this ancient, civilized land. Their mythology fascinated you, from childhood until now, and it was the very last step of your doctoral pursuit. Your dissertation was about the parallels between the monotheistic cult of Akhenaten and the foundational principles of early Christianity. Although Ahkmenrah was a pharaoh of the Middle Kingdom, you were certain that the path for monotheism had been laid as the pharaohs navigated the world, acquiring more wealth and power. Science advanced. The miracles of the gods were explained. And one god, across cultures, emerged.

And then you got stuck. You needed a lead and Rebecca, Larry’s girlfriend and your aunt, cajoled Larry into helping. She knew you would make any sacrifice to prove your research and keeping the secret of the museum seemed like a small price to you. So, Larry tested your character by introducing you to a new exhibit each night, carefully measuring your reaction, and then making sure nothing wound up in the tabloids the following day.

While it was shocking, you had already spent so much time living within the past, it almost felt like coming home. The knowledge each reanimation possessed gave you hope that Ahkmenrah could provide you with the information that would cement your doctoral candidacy.

Larry gently took your elbow and pushed you forward. Your slight stumble echoed into Ahkmenrah’s chamber, and he slowly turned toward the noise, his statues shifting, awaiting the young king’s word.

“Son of Ra,” you spoke as you lowered your head in a bow until you closed the distance between the two of you, then you dropped to your knees, extended your arms in a full bow, and touched your lips to the stone floor at his feet.

You didn’t move, even as you heard Larry chuckle from behind you.

“Larry, guardian of Brooklyn, leave us,” Ahkmenrah spoke in a commanding tone that immediately silenced Larry and you listened as his footsteps shuffled quickly away.

“Rise.”

You rescinded your arms but rose only into a kneel, keeping your head bowed.

Ahkmenrah sighed, an utterly sad, small noise of nostalgia.

“You are familiar with the customs of my people, and you greatly honor me; however, you and I both know there is no longer a need for such a display of reverence. My time has long, long passed.”

The despondency in his words called to you. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, his large eyes trained on your face, searching it as you looked at one another.

Ahkmenrah offered you his hand, and you hesitated in a comical moment of twitching forward to accept it, but holding back, the customs of the ancients reverberating through your mind.

Ahkmenrah chuckled, and you huffed out a laugh, too. Your 21st century self won out, and also your insatiable curiosity to know if he felt more like skin or a tanned hide--you know, how a several thousand years old mummified corpse might feel.

As your hands connected, you immediately knew it was not the latter; his hand was smooth and warm, your fingers glided across his palm to grasp his wrist as he grasped yours and pulled you up from your position on the floor. Neither of you let go immediately, until a slight blush colored both of your cheeks. You dropped his hand and apologized, but he cut you off.

“I’ve had so few visitors,” Ahkmenrah began. “It’s just nice to remember what a person’s touch is like. I apologize for . . . I believe the correct term might be . . . lingering?”

You smiled at his furrowed brow and at his struggle to articulate himself. English, after all, wasn’t exactly his first language.

“You speak beautifully, your majesty.”

“Thank you; I was on display at Cambridge for a number of years, but please, call me Ahkmenrah,” he stated, tilting his head just slightly as it occurred to him he didn’t know your name. “And what shall I call you?”

“Y/N.”

He smiled and said, “A lovely name.”

You took a deep breath, gradually becoming more relaxed in his presence. Nothing prepared you for your meeting with this young man, well, sort of young man. As Larry tested you by moving through exhibit after exhibit, you thought you would be able to handle the one thing you were really here for. Most of the exhibits, while they did add a depth of feeling, were like talking to living, very interactive history books.

Except now, face to face, this creature in front of you was clearly no text book. He radiated warmth and power; his eyes were so alive it made you feel like you were the one who was a reanimated corpse. Never had you seen such depth in a person’s gaze; it was unnerving, but also it was like a key, turning a lock to something deep inside of you that you didn’t know existed.

It also didn’t hurt that he was beautiful. Because of his age at his death, he still possessed a softness around his features that made you want to define him as cute, but his presence elevated him to handsome. A flicker of jealousy coursed through you at the thought of him choosing a queen from a line of many, many suitors. And then there would be the matter of his secondary queens, and you were sure he would have no shortage of choices there, either.

You shook your head, wondering why in the fuck your mind chose to venture down that path. You shouldn’t be thinking about this barely-adult king and his sex life; it’s not like you were going to go that far in your research . . . he may not even have functioning parts, hell, he may not even have any of his organs—

“I believe the expression is, ‘Penny for your thoughts?’” Ahkmenrah asks, startling a blush out of you.

You choke out an awkward laugh, run your hands through your hair and take a deep breath.

“This is just so surreal. I’m not sure how much you know about me or my work, but I guess I should just start at the beginning. I guess the easiest way to explain would be to use a reference. So, there’s a fun little game that people sometimes play and during it, you divulge who you would invite to a dinner party if you could have your choice of any person, living or dead.”

Ahkmenrah watched you intently, listening.

“While Akhenaten was always first on my list—18th dynasty, awhile after you, I always wanted to meet a ruler from the Middle Kingdom, one of the most glorious periods of rule in Egypt. And, well, here you are. It’s like, almost better than Cleopatra.”

Ahkmenrah chuckled, “I can assure you that the tales of my country will be far better than what her’s would be. From what I’ve heard, she brought much scandal because of her dalliances with foreigners,” he said, his face conveying his clear disapproval.

“She brought the end of your Egypt.”

“Yes. It’s, what was the word you used? Surreal! It’s quite surreal to know the fate of one’s kingdom. I often think about what I might’ve done differently had I known what I know now.”

“They do say hindsight is 20/20.”

“As in, the past always looks clearer from the present?” Ahkmenrah questioned.

“Exactly.”

You had hoped he would be smart, and in your small exchange, it became clear that he was. While his intelligence excited you, it was the genuineness of his smile that took your breath away. For a moment, you were reminded of Nick Carraway’s description of Jay Gatsby’s smile. And just like Nick, you were immediately drawn into it, drowning with a need to just know the bearer of that warmth with a greater intimacy.

“You’re doing it again,” Ahkmenrah said through his smile, startling you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head, embarrassed yet again.

“I was thinking about something I read in a book once.”

Ahkmenrah spoke with excitement, “Larry told me you preferred books to people because you didn’t have many friends in your youth. I’d like to show you something.”

“I’d like to show Larry something right about now,” you mumbled as you followed the swishing of Ahkmenrah’s golden cape. He disappeared into a smaller nook between the walls of his exhibit and returned with a stack of ancient paper.

“The tablet seems to also restore anything that is organic,” Ahkmenrah explained, showing you the pieces of papyrus that were covered in hieroglyphs. “This is the history of my family as told through our own voices . . . I think you would call it a diary?”

You must have looked like an idiot, your mouth agape, your eyes darting between the paper in Ahkmenrah’s hands and his dancing eyes.

You started to speak, stopped, stuttered, and started again.

“This is a first-hand account of the life of ancient Egyptian royals?”

“Well, not exactly. My father was very thorough in his tracking of the members of our lineage and decided to include everyone’s stories—cousins of cousins, people who worked the fields or the rivers. I believe you will find there is much to learn from these pages.”

Your voice cracked a little as you thanked Ahkmenrah for this honor, but before he held the pages out to you his face turned serious.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but you will only be able to read them while at the museum. Once dawn comes, they turn to dust, and if too much is scattered, I fear they will no longer reform.”

“Of course! I’ll only read them right here.”

“So, this means that you will be returning?”

“Yes! My god, Ahkmenrah. You have no idea what this means to me.”

Ahkmenrah smiled, the sadness leaving his eyes entirely for the first time that evening as he watched you carefully examine the pages of his ancient life.

#ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x reader #natm ahkmenrah #natm #rami malek #rami malek imagine #ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah fanfiction

298 notes · View notes

fanfic-scribbles · 5 years

Text

Lunch Buddy: Chapter One

Masterlist

Next Chapter>>

Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Steve Rogers makes a friend. A prickly, generally people-averse friend, but they'll both take what they can get.

Quick Facts: Friendship (/Eventual Romance) – Steve Rogers & Reader (leading to Steve Rogers/Reader) – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter One: Oblivious

Chapter Word Count: 2612

Tldr A/N: I don’t do tags (sorry!), this is a ‘slice of life’ I write when the mood strikes so updates will come when they come, this is set shortly after the first “Avengers” movie and any canon that pops up will likely be different so keep an open mind, Reader (or OFC, depending on your preference) is female/bisexual/plus-sized because it’s important to parts of the story but otherwise remains undefined.

(Long) A/N: This is weird(ish), but I'm posting it, because I've been writing bits and pieces for this thing for over a year now and I keep chickening out of posting it. So I'm doing it! First off, a few general warnings: this (to me) still counts as reader-insert since I haven't ascribed a detailed physical look or name to the POV character but I do know some extra things about her. Those being: female, bisexual, plus-sized, asocial. That's it for actual set details and I mention them because they will come up in the story. Also, this is written in first-person past tense. I'm sorry if any of that bugs anybody (I know some people are very 1st person averse) but it's just the way I wanted to write it. I can't honestly say it's self-insert but I can (and should) say it's pretty self-indulgent.

Secondly: this is a 'slice of life' type thing that I write bits and bobs for on occasion. Since I've been adding to it for over a year I have kind of a meandering story and a lot of little pieces that add up to something I enjoy. I'm just trying to finish this first arc so I'll just say for the time being it is Reader(or OFC) & Steve friendship but it's eventually going to be Steve/Reader (or OFC) and we'll see how it goes from there. I aim to update every other week but, again, this is the one thing I have that is for pure relaxing so we shall see. I will not be tagging for this fic. Sorry! I’m way too forgetful and this doesn’t have a planned schedule, so there’s no way I can trust myself to be an actual Adult and do something that responsible.

Thirdly: This is after the first Avengers movie but I have already altered parts of CA:TWS to fit in with what I'm doing. I'll explain it as I go, just keep an open mind.

Stupidly: I have a thing for Oblivious!Reader. It never fails to amuse me to think of different ways for a character to go 'wait, *that* guy?!' Idk why, but sorry not sorry.

I had a routine.

I actually had several, but one of my most sacred involved my lunch break. After half a day of staring at papers and screens, I took an hour to fortify myself for another half day of staring at papers and screens. By…staring at paper and screens. But this was by my choice, at least, and done in a nice, airy café, with a good drink (and sometimes snack) nearby.

I’d been coming to the same shop for almost two years, ever since I got my job just a block or so over, and I rarely missed visiting it on a weekday. Even a fucking alien invasion didn’t chase me off for long– people still had to eat and businesses still had to run. As soon as the infrastructure was back to (mostly) functioning, I was back to doing what I did in every way.

I had noticed when some of the other regulars stopped coming around (I really hoped they had just decided to go somewhere else and that they hadn’t gotten caught up in that nightmare) and I also started to notice some new regulars. One of them was a jerk and I only noticed her as much as it took to avoid her. There were a few people who just came in to get drinks and left right away. Then there was one guy who ended up causing a bit of a stir.

I really only noticed him the first time because he was attractive enough to literally turn heads. Even some of the guys I had assumed were straight took a peek and whispered to themselves. And he wasn’t unaware– his cheeks flushed and he ducked his head and I was pretty sure three people fell in love with him on the spot.

It was funny, but aside from noticing he was attractive and was very nice to the cashiers, I went back to ignoring him. I only had so long in a lunch break and I wasn’t the type to introduce myself to strangers, no matter how cute they were.

So, we simply existed in the same general space at the same general time for a couple of months. He became a regular and also found ways to disguise himself– hats and glasses, and jackets with the lapels turned up. It was funny to me because it seemed like such a movie star thing to do, but even funnier was that, when he remembered to do it, it worked. He drew eyes from strangers less and less the more he figured out how to hide himself, and the other regulars got used to him being around. Just from basic interactions I knew his name was Steve, he tipped well, he was always very polite to the people working, and he liked to sit down with a sketchbook and a cup of coffee. That was about all the ‘interaction’ we had and it was fine.

Until one day.

My headphones were in and I didn’t notice him standing nearby until he leaned closer. I yanked out one of the earbuds and straightened up to see what it was he wanted. He went from concerned to contrite in what could have been a new record. “Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t see–”

“It’s okay,” I said and pulled out the other one so I could give him my full attention. “What do you need?” I surreptitiously checked myself to make sure he wasn’t coming over to tell me about an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction.

“I was just wondering…” He extended an arm to the (very full, I just realized) shop. “There’s nowhere else to sit and your table is so large, could I sit here? I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“It’s not like I’d hear you anyway,” I said and he smiled. I quickly pulled my bag off the chair next to him and pushed it out.

“Thank you,” he said, I nodded, and we went back to our solitary activities.

After that, though, if he ever saw me in the shop he would give me a friendly nod or say hi if I didn’t have any headphones in. I responded in kind, but we otherwise left each other alone. Except that busy periods hit and, given that one interaction, I seemed to be his go-to. We left each other alone and he seemed just as fine with that as I felt about it. It was nice– technically could it count as socializing? It sort of felt like it, but it was my favorite kind of socializing: respecting each others’ boundaries.

AKA: Leaving each other the fuck alone.

It was great.

Except he eventually started to get a little more friendly; subtly, and slowly. Like the day he asked for my name.

“I just feel like I should know who I’m apologizing to every time I take over your space,” he said.

“You’re a big guy, but you’re not that big,” I said. But I told him my name. Then, weirdly, he just…went back to his sketchbook.

I stared at him for a second. “Sorry,” I said. “I don’t really do this ‘meeting people’ thing that often, but don’t you normally give your name when someone else gives you theirs?”

He blinked and stared at me. “You don’t–” He stopped himself. “I didn’t tell you?”

“No,” I said. “I’d remember if you told me. And I’d remember if you told me and I forgot, because I would never, ever bring up your name or anyone else’s name ever again.”

He laughed, and looked startled by it. I was a little startled too, but he recovered pretty quick. “How do I know you’re not just covering for the fact that you forgot?” he teased.

“I am excellent at remembering when I should know someone’s name and deftly avoiding any chance at using it,” I said.

He chuckled, but he did say, “It’s Steve. Steve Rogers.”

I wrote ‘Steve’ in the front cover of my notebook, and expected to forget all about it.

I didn’t. Steve was friendly in an unobtrusive way. His greetings were warm and genuine and he was honestly pleasant to be around. I knew nothing of him but his name, that he liked to draw, and that people liked to gawk at him.

“Looks like you’ve made a friend,” one of the employees commented as she cleaned a nearby table.

“Uh…I guess so?” I pulled out a headphone just in case and sure enough, she stood and faced me and looked me up and down.

“How is he?” she asked.

I flinched, because seriously, what the fuck? “Um, he’s just some guy I sometimes share a table with. I don’t– I’m not– I don’t ever see him outside of here.”

“Oh I know; I didn’t mean it like that,” she said and grimaced. “And I didn’t mean that like– I just mean…is he nice?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t sit anywhere near him if he wasn’t,” I said. “I have no patience for douchebags.”

She smiled. “Nobody should,” she agreed. “Just, a guy like him…you sort of hope he’s nice, you know?”

“I…guess,” I said. I didn’t really know what to say to that. “I’m definitely not into him, if that’s what you were worried about?” She stared at me blankly so I tried to figure out a non-awkward way to say ‘fucking go for it.’ “He’s a nice guy and you seem nice, so don’t worry about me, just ask him. Even if he’s not into you he’s the sort of guy who wouldn’t be a dick about it.”

“Oh. Oh, no!” She laughed and waved. “I have a boyfriend, so I’m not– no, but, uh, thanks.”

“Oh.” Then why was she so– well, maybe she just liked seeing a pretty guy like that also be a good guy. God only knew the world needed more men who weren't jerks. I didn’t get to find out though, because she got called away by her co-worker and I went back to my notebook and my headphones. Why was everyone suddenly so social?

“What are you listening to?”

I shrugged. “Just my library on shuffle; nothing really cohesive.”

He chuckled and went back to doing what he did. Today it was fitting in stealing bites of his two strawberry croissants while he sketched.

It was a little strange for me, but I was getting used to Steve asking questions out of the blue. He was a nice guy and I didn’t want to be a jerk, that was part of it, but he also seemed to know when it was okay to talk to me and how far he could go. If I ever really didn’t want human interaction he somehow clued into it and would sit quietly. If I was open to it, he kept the conversations light and just something we both did in the background. Several weeks into this strange lunchtime camaraderie I accepted that some days he was there, some days he wasn’t, but it was just a nice easy thing we both slipped in and out of as time went on.

I was realizing I never really asked a lot of questions though. I cleared my throat. “Do you work around here?” I asked.

“No,” he said, smiling at his drawing as he worked on it. “I work…well, I’m sort of ‘on call’ I guess you could say,” he said. “My schedule is really irregular. I like to come here just to get out of my apartment from time to time.”

“That sounds nice,” I said.

“And you?” he asked.

“Yeah, I work in the area,” I said. “I like to get away from my desk and out of the office for at least a little bit. So I come here and just relax for an hour before I finish out the day.”

“That sounds healthy,” he commented. Before I could figure out if he was being sarcastic, he snapped his head up and waved his hand. “I didn’t mean– shit; I’m sorry,” he said and put his pen down. “That sounded bad. I meant it sincerely though. I have a lot of friends who are…workaholics, I guess you’d say.”

“Yeah, I do my fair share of overtime, but I definitely prefer not to,” I said. I thought about asking him what he did, but then he’d probably ask what I did, and I didn’t want to talk about it. It was fine– paid the bills and that was always a good thing, I just hated watching people feel like they had to feign interest in my bullshit. So we settled back into silence. And it was good.

“Um…excuse me?”

I looked up and so did Steve. The kid was looking right at him though, and I went back to looking at my book. I did keep an ear open, though, because I was nosy. Steve asked the kid’s name and I heard nothing, but when I glanced, Steve was scribbling something on a piece of paper.

His name.

I squinted, because he was signing an autograph, really?

Suddenly the woman’s comments, about hoping that ‘a guy like him’ was nice, made a lot more sense. Also the ‘movie star disguise’ thing. Was he actually a movie star? He hung out here way too much for that to be true, but I was baffled. Steve went back to his sketchbook like nothing was wrong or weird and I tried to figure out how to Google a tall blond buff guy named ‘Steve’ while somehow not getting stuck with a bunch of porn. Ugh; what was his last name again…

“You know you can just ask me.”

I looked up from my fruitless search. He smiled patiently, but he looked…tired.

Well then.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked, but I didn’t have all day. When I looked at my phone again, I realized I barely had five minutes. “We’ll see how many lunch breaks it takes me to figure it out.”

He let out a surprised little laugh, and then he smiled for real. “How many do you think it’ll take?”

“Hmm.” I tapped my chin. “If it takes more than three, I’ll buy your coffee.”

“If it takes less, I’ll buy yours,” he said, we shook on it, and I packed up to leave.

“By the way– this one doesn’t count,” I said and skipped out to his protests.

There were a lot of blond buff guys who did porn.

So I maybe got a little distracted.

“Jesus.”

I leaned my head back and shut off the screen at the same time. “You’re blond and your name is Steve; I don’t have a whole lot to go on. Also, he had most of his clothes on.”

“He wasn’t going to,” Steve chuckled and sat back in his seat. “Should I try a latte? I also heard mochas were good.”

“If you really wanted to take advantage you’d go for the frozen drinks.”

He made a face like a five-year-old. It was so ridiculous I had to laugh. “I’m not sure about cold coffee,” he said.

“Ah, not even iced coffee?” I waved my sadly-not-iced drink around and took a long sip. “You’re missing out.”

“I’ll just take your word for it.” He glanced at the menu, and then back at me. “Next time then?”

I stared him down. “This is only lunch break number one.”

“Two.”

“One.”

He was grinning and I stuck my tongue out at him. “I’m gonna add ‘stubborn brat’ to my search parameters,” I said. And I did. He laughed at me.

There was only so much internet searching I could do before I got a little bored.

“Do you want to just give up now?”

“Never,” I said and swiped at my game. “I just need a little downtime. This is my lunch break after all; I’d rather have fun and relax before getting back to work.” I cleared the stage and looked up at him. “I’ll figure it out next time.”

“You are so strange,” he said, somehow sounding like he was laughing without actually laughing.

Search: “steve” “blond” “famous” “-porn” “douchebag”

“Hey.”

I didn’t get the full lunch break to try to figure it out one last time.

“Oh my god is that Captain America?”

I perked up and saw a flabbergasted gaggle of teenagers looking right at…Steve.

Steve.

Steve…

Steve Rogers.

Oh.

Holy shit.

He kept at his sketchbook, as he usually did, and I sat there and digested that information. The teenagers were too shy to approach (and as friendly as Steve was whenever people did come up to him, he never really encouraged that behavior) and so I got to sit quietly and take that in.

“Well?” he asked and looked up. At me. Like he was awaiting my judgment or something.

“Uhhh…” Whatever I thought I was going to say fled my brain and I was left with nothing. I scrambled for something. “Um…thank you for your service?” I said, eventually. He blinked and I let out a sigh. Why did I ever open my mouth nothing good ever happened. “Help me out, what do people normally say?”

He stared for a second longer and then he laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Once he settled down his eyes were bright with humor and it didn’t feel like he was being mean. It took me a little bit to realize he sounded relieved. And, like that, I felt a little more relaxed. Enough to go completely deadpan when I said, “Wow. So ungrateful.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He grinned like a total jerk. “Thanks.”

Yep, total jerk.

No wonder we got along.

Next Chapter>>

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers & reader #captain america fanfic #avengers fanfic #reader insert #lunch buddy

166 notes · View notes

cupideya1314 · 3 years

Text

My Pride, My Joy, My love: The “Original Character” Trend

I remember when I was enjoying my life as a Middle schooler (over here we call it grade 6) I enjoyed a lot of the internet during that time. I became a fan of Minecraft and enjoyed all the modern cartoons at the time. Me and my friends were very into Five Nights at Freddy’s and during that time period is where a lot of good late childhood memories formed for me. All these media has made me into the creative person I am today, despite my career choice of the moment, I’m very proud as an artist. Part of that pride is my creativity to make OCs (Original Characters). Like many other artists growing up to these trends, I would have all these ideas and draw them out in my notebook. Whenever I get home from school, I would finish my assignments just so I have the freetime to play Doll Dress up games to create stories and characters (This was such a highlight of my life tbh and im not ashamed!! DOLL DIVINE MY LOVE!) Getting to play with these games and playing around with MS Paint was my humble beginnings of becoming an artist online (mygash i sound like im famous but im not XD)

A confession, the first time I made my own original characters is when I was still dreaming about playing Minecraft [ yes, I dreamt about playing Minecraft one day because my dad won’t let me play it and we had to buy it heheh silly but I was real ecstatic when I was able to play it on mobile-- but playing it on PC, I was super happy like- this is literally a dream come true for me y’all, I can’t express my happiness ] I would create what my Minecraft skin would look like, I never really told anyone about that. But later on I slowly created a story behind these characters for my own pleasure and fantasy. It feels so wonderful like I’m back to my kid self being in my own world.

This eventually became something I got stuck with until now, creating original characters with their own storylines but never really posting them about it. I made Gemsonas (Steven Universe fan characters), Five Nights at Freddy OCs, Yandere Simulator, and many more until they became their own original thing for me.

I can’t really count how many characters I have made through playing online games but they we’re mostly revolved around my personality and my friends. As I matured I realized how cringey that is hahah I guess I don’t want to look back at my personality back then even though nothing much change hehe. Though I still like how some of the characters I have made reflect what I am and what I wanted to be you know; that goes for almost any character ever made by someone similar to me, a character to reflect them in a way or project something they want to be someday. Nowadays I make characters that reflect more to the stories I create so it would be more fitting for them. My love for Original Character making came from a place where I dream of being famous (who doesn’t dream about that right?) I thought the ideas I have made were unique and at the time not have been thought of. As much as I want to share these ideas there was no where I shared these but between friends and myself, mostly just myself. I tried wattpad but somehow I never got to finish the stories. I tried Deviantart but right when I think I want to post I refuse to because I know the internet is a harsh place and my skills were not as extraordinary like the people I support. So ever since then, as much as I crave the attention, I never really pushed to get it. Instead all these characters I made are for my own pleasure. And I think that’s okay, I did these art for myself and it makes me super happy to come up with ideas and concepts. It shows how alive I am. It also worked in my favor because I improved as an artist too. I’m not the only one who feels this of course but I don’t know, this creative part of me is very strong. I was really happy when I started my Instagram, I don’t have many followers but I don’t care, the internet showed me it’s okay to just share whatever you want. Though I still feel anxious whenever I post, I mean there isn’t anything wrong with the post but what if someone saw it and many more. And like I use the hashtags to get notice but also not too much to get really noticed. I contradict myself a lot with that hahaha but I’m slowly just not caring about it. You can say this trend was my comfort and coping mechanism, I do enjoy self-insert stories and projecting my self into these characters. So far that’s how much I can express my love for doing this trend. The original character trend is still as strong as ever and it’s more developed hahah. I admire those artists that indulge a lot to their characters even without a piece of media to fully express their world. That’s why I still fancy this topic a lot. I can talk about my original characters for a whole week but that sounds super annoying tho no? HAHAHA Anyway I am proud of this part of me and maybe I can express that part of me more soon when I feel it’s right. Right now I’m doing fanart but then it will be fanworks then original stuff. I have a bunch of original content made but it may take a long time to present it well. My love and joy for this is boundless ahahah that’s all I can say Extra: The pics are from my gamer childhood (I am best dress up gamer!!!) and ofc the characters I made throughout that time. Not gonna lie but looking at the old art I made as a gr6 is S U P E R C R I N G E. I want to share more, believe when I say I have TONS of characters but I think I will regret every moment once I scroll my own page in the future HAHAHA.

I didnt draw this, my friend drew it for me during gr7?? Check him out, he’s a great artist! Insta: @/hitdhits, Deviantart: @/HitDJ

oh and if somehow someone got interested in my insta @/cupideya1314

#thoughts #blog #story #long reads #long post

1 note · View note