#only tagging the bird so it understands fear

[heathenistic-moron]

Tinkaton vs Tinkagun who would win?

Look at this hammer. Look at it. You think my little natural disaster could make a GUN?!

This thing is being held together by spite and ignorance. I am 100 percent convinced if this little war crime even thought about applying logic to it it would fall apart in self defense.

There is no way in hell they could put a gun together that would last more than a single firing. And then, EVEN THEN, the only gun a Tinkaton would ever build would fire one of two things: rocks at Corviknights, at which point they'd have to rebuild the poor thing from the ground up between firings; or one that would launch THEM at the Corviknights so they could take the natural predation to those flappy metal fuckers in PERSON.

In conclusion, my vote is for TinkaTON, if only because TinkaGUN wouldn't survive field testing.

[zayneslady]

summary: it's been a while since the last time you saw him, but you missed him so terribly.

warnings: angst/comfort. Happy endings for the win *sobs* Pt. 2 of these scenarios

characters: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x reader (separately)

a/n: I wanted to apologize. I got some comments saying that perhaps I wrote them a bit too ooc and that they wouldn't do something like this, so I was thinking maybe I should step out from writing these; I'm probably not understanding the characters very well. I'm really sorry! I had this one written already, so this is probably going to be the last post I make! Thank you for your support! In only a couple of days you guys were so amazing and loving, I'm super moved and I don't deserve you all at all ❤️

classification: scenarios

tag list: many of you asked me to tag you in the second part, I hope you guys like it! 💕

@biitchyberry @rosaryia @lcheerymotion @mo0nforme

ZAYNE ❄️

It's been four weeks since your argument with Zayne. The first days had been like hell. You had already tasted the honey of a relationship with the person you liked the most and loved the most. You wanted more of him, you needed more. You felt anxious without him, like you had become addicted to his kisses, his gentle touch, and the sweet words he whispered in your ears. You missed him more than you dared to admit.

The days passed slowly, each second seemed to last an eternity. When you got home you felt the emptiness of his presence and you felt like dying, but life continued on, and eventually you got used to being without him. The pain was still present, but more bearable as time kept its course. 

You had stopped frequenting the places you knew he liked for fear of running into him. The dessert shop, the cafe near the hospital, the night stands near the library. You even avoided getting sick so you wouldn't have to go to the hospital. Your life was limited to going to work and coming straight home, with occasional visits to buy groceries. 

You would never have thought that you would have to live a life again without Zayne and only because he didn't know how to separate his friendships from his romantic partner. So smart, but so stupid at the same time. 

You sighed, returning to the present and the food you were making; it was too late when you realized it, but unconsciously you were making one of his favorite dishes. You weren't going to waste the food, so you just carried on trying not to think much about it. 

“Now, where did I put–,” you stopped, surprised by the sudden knocking on your door. You frowned, you were not expecting anyone, but the knocking continued once more and you sighed, turned off the stove. “I'm coming.”

You regretted opening the door. Opening just a crack to see who it was, your heart fluttered in your chest as if there was a small caged bird inside it. Zayne was standing in front of you. He looked ridiculously tired, more than you'd ever seen him. The bags and dark circles under his eyes were deep, his skin did not look radiant and healthy as always and his eyes did not shine like emeralds. 

Your hands were sweating and your insides were churning. "Are you okay?" You asked with a broken voice. Zayne shook his head and he fainted, but with a gasp, you quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and tried to keep him upright. “Zayne! Hey, what's happening?” 

Zayne didn't answer you, and just leaned on you. Not knowing what to do, you dragged him inside and carefully guided him to your room. Once there, you laid him down on your bed, he looked weak. 

“Zayne? Can you hear me? Are you okay?” 

He mumbled your name and your heart raced. “I'm… I am sorry,” he said as he finally passed out. You gasped, but soon heard the soft snores you were so used to. 

Was he that exhausted? And what was he doing at your house? You frowned, fighting back the stinging sensation in your eyes as you tried to hold back some tears. He really always appeared to stir everything inside you. You had already accepted your life without him, but here he was. You sighed heavily, taking off Zayne's shoes and covering him with a blanket.

Your eyes couldn't help but admire him. Even though he was tired, he still looked as handsome as ever. It seemed like a dream, an illusion that would disappear at any moment. You wanted it to happen. You wanted him to disappear, but at the same time, you wanted to take him in your arms and kiss his face. But no, clearing your throat, you grabbed an extra blanket and left the room, closing the door behind you. It was better to let him rest so he could leave as soon as he got up. 

The next morning you woke up to soft steps. Sitting up and whining a little after sleeping on the couch, you saw Zayne coming out from your bedroom. His hair was messy and he was rubbing one of his eyes like a little child, something warm spread across your chest and a smile tried to spread your lips, but you stopped it. He seemed more rested, the bags under his eyes had diminished considerably and his skin looked a little more alive. 

“Zayne.”

He seemed a bit startled as he looked at you with slightly wide eyes. “Hello… I am sorry I fell asleep.” 

You hummed, folding the blanket. “Haven't you been sleeping well?" You didn't want to sound worried, but you were. 

“I haven't… I constantly have nightmares and I've been working over time… a lot more."

“Why?”

“Because I can't stop thinking about you,” he said and despair filled his eyes. “You have no idea how much I've missed you. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I have been working nonstop so I can have my mind occupied, but you're always there, in the back of my head.” 

Don't cry. Don't cry! 

“And what exactly do you want me to do about it, Zayne?” You said coldly, wanting to get over with this. 

Zayne approached you and you couldn't move as he took your hands. “Please, please. Give me another chance. I swear. I swear in my life that I do not have feelings for her. I just… I was just stupid and took you for granted. Please, my love, please.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes and you cried even harder as Zayne grabbed your face. "N-No, don't touch me.”

“Please. How can I show you I truly want you? Do you want me to stop talking to her? I'll do it. I'll do it, so please. Just… please. I can't live without you.” His words sounded sincere.

His eyes were glassy and the pain on his face was evident, but your heart still hurt. How did you know that he really wouldn't leave you as a second option anymore? You couldn't even tell him to stop talking to Miss Hunter, you knew this was just Zayne's fault. 

“Zayne… Zayne you're hurting me so much.”

“I know. I know I am and I am terribly sorry for this. I love you. I truly love you.” 

You also loved him, so much. 

“... If this ever happens again, Zayne… I won't forgive you another time. Remember that.”

His green eyes shone with happiness as he pulled you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, the tips of your fingers tingling as you felt his warmth, the tip of your nose digging into the crook of his neck, you breathed deeply, enjoying his scent. 

“You're on trial, Zayne.”

Zayne chuckled and he nodded. “Yes. You won't regret me, I promise you.”

RAFAYEL 🐠

Life was boring without him. He was the spark and the spice in your days. With him, every day seemed like a small adventure, but now that you no longer saw him, the days seemed dark and lifeless. You didn't even remember how much time had passed since that day. One week? Three days? Two months? You weren't sure and, honestly, you tried not to think about it too much because, even though you missed him, the pang of pain in your heart almost made you gasp for air every single time you recalled every moment with him. It was almost as if his bodyguard had also been there, on every date with Rafayel, for all of your conversations were about her. 

He was full of praise for her. He named each of her virtues and laughed affectionately at her defects. He didn't accept anyone claiming that they were better than her or stronger, because his precious bodyguard was the strongest and the bestest. Just thinking about it made you feel tears filling your eyes. You didn't want to remember any of it, but as you held your phone with your thumb hovering over the dial button, you couldn't stop thinking about how miserable Rafayel made you feel, even when he also made you feel like the most loved person in the world. 

When he didn't have his mouth full of his wonderful bodyguard, Rafayel showered you with affection. His kisses, his hugs, and his caresses all felt full of love and tenderness. His beautiful eyes looked at you sweetly, as if you were the most precious thing that ever existed on earth. He liked to tease you and make you laugh and he always said that you were like a muse for all his paintings: The sparkle in your eyes, the color of your hair, the texture of your skin, the curves of your body, everything was inspiration.

How could he be so cruel and loving all at the same time? Poor bodyguard, you even didn't like her although she hadn't done anything wrong, as far as you knew. 

Sighing, you finally tapped on the green button and your heart raced faster and faster at every beep coming from the other side of the line. Would he answer you? Was he… with her? Was he busy with one of his paintings? What if- 

His voice calling your name surprised you, making you jump. “I’m here! Hi!” he sounded out of breath and your cheeks blushed. “Hmm, h-how are you d-doing?” 

“Rafayel…,” you took a deep breath. “I… have some clothes at your place. Could I stop by later to get them?” 

“YES! I… I mean… yes. I'll- I'll be here all day. You can stop by at any time you want.”

“... Right. Then, see you there, Rafayel.” 

You let out a long sigh after hanging up. You had forgotten how wonderful his voice was and the way he pronounced your name. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You were going to see him, you were really going to come again, but you shouldn't be excited. What if he and his bodyguard were dating? The thought made your stomach twist and you decided it was best to leave immediately. The quicker you finish this, the better. 

As always, the door was open, but you didn't immediately enter, your hands were shaking and your heart was racing against your ribcage. You didn't want to see him.

Taking a deep breath, you gently pushed the door open and you were greeted with that aroma that you had missed so much. The smell of acrylic paint, the sea and Rafayel's scent. You couldn't help but take a long breath- this exquisite smell felt like home. Your eyes watered a little, but you tried to stay calm as you walked deeper into the spacious house.

“R-Rafayel? Are you here? "You heard a gasp from the room and in a second, Rafayel appeared in front of you. Ah, he looked as wonderful and beautiful as always. His gorgeous eyes were wide, looking you up and down as his mouth stretched into a shy smile. You wanted to hug him. “The door… was open so I just- I'm sorry.”

“No! That's okay! I… I left it open for you!” 

You nodded. “I see… do you mind if I just…”

“No, go ahead, please.” You excuse yourself as you made your way to his room, as you passed by him you felt your legs tremble and you gasped in surprise when he suddenly took your hand.

“Rafayel, what-

“Please, forgive me,” he begged, his eyebrows furrowed in a painful expression. “I was absolutely wrong, you were so right. I was stupid and careless and hurt you so badly.”

“Rafayel… I just came for my clothing, let me g-

“Please!” He hugged you and you went stiff. “Please, please,” he sobbed in your ear. 

“Are you crying?” 

He nodded. “I can't live another second without you. I can't paint anymore. I feel like a piece of me has been taken away, I live half and barely. I really, really do not have feelings for my bodyguard. You're the only one I can think about.”

“Then why- 

“I just… I was just stupid, I didn't mean anything to hurt you, I swear! When I said I missed her, what I wanted to say is that I wanted to train with her, I would never make you train, that's too dangerous,” he started to explain in a rush. “When I told you about the candies, it's because she gave me some amazing chocolate I wanted to gift you and then-

“Rafayel-

“Please. Just this once, I swear,” he said, finally showing his reddened face, tears streaming down his face. You gulped, reaching up to clean his tears away and he whined. “I wasn't there to wipe your tears, I am so sorry.” 

That made you burst into tears. That's right, you really wanted him to wipe your tears. He gently cupped your cheeks and his thumbs brushed against your cheeks, catching all of those tears falling from your pretty eyes. 

“You can break up with me if I do something like that again! But please… just this once. I love you so much. I really do.” 

You looked at him, His eyes were still wet and some tears were still falling down his cheeks. Maybe…

“Just this once, Rafayel… I won't forgive anything like this ever again.” He beamed and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, but you covered his mouth, frowning slightly. “I'm still mad at you.”

He blinked and gently smiled behind your hand before taking it in his. “Of course, I'll prove myself to you, beautiful creation.” 

XAVIER ⭐

You couldn't sleep. It's been two weeks since you last slept properly. Two weeks ago you were in Xavier's arms and he held you lovingly, whispering words of comfort in your ears. You weren't sure why, but being around Xavier always made you feel relaxed, a little sleepy, but never bored. You loved spending lazy times with him, taking naps and frolicking in bed, giggling like fools and giving each other soft, tender kisses. 

With his warmth and love it was not difficult to fall asleep at night, he always wanted to sleep so that tranquility that emanated from him was enough to relax you and make you sleep throughout the whole night. In the mornings you felt rejuvenated and full of life and seeing his sleepy smile was like living in a dream. 

You felt your bottom lip quiver into a pout. You missed him too much. You never thought he would behave that way. Had you never really been important to him? If he wanted to be with his partner so much, why had he even agreed to go out with you in the first place? 

“Agh! I hate you Xavier!” You cried, banging your fists against the table in your kitchen. “Why did you let me fall in love with you?” Maybe you really had gone crazy, talking to the table like that. 

There was no time for this. It was almost dark and you still needed to go buy some groceries for your dinner. You struggled out of your house, so tired and dragging your feet. You wanted to sleep... with Xavier. You wanted to feel his warmth. But... what if he now wrapped his partner in his arms? Your cheeks turned red and, trying to avoid thinking about it, you hurried to catch the bus. 

You found a seat near the door and next to a young man, there weren't as many people as you imagined and as the bus started to go you felt your eyes heavy. Maybe... you could sleep for a few minutes? The store wasn't far away, so just a few minutes... just a couple of minutes… 

You heard your name being called between clouds. From far away. Over and over and over. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. 

“Hmm?” You opened your eyes and gasped, How long had it been?! Where were you? And... why was your head...? Had you fallen asleep on someone's shoulder?! "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" You said, raising your head only to find that the young man next to you... "Xavier?!" 

The hunter blinked, his eyes avoided yours for a second before looking directly at you and nodding a small greeting. Had he been there next to you the whole time? You could barely notice what was happening around you with how tired you were, but, strangely, you felt very good. It seemed like he really was the cure for all your ills. You chuckled softly, shaking your head. Xavier looked at you confused, tilting his head to the side like a little bird. 

“I'm sorry, Xavier. I didn't know you were there,” you jumped, “but wait, where are we?!” Checking outside the window, you could tell you were far away from the store now. 

“We're almost at my place,” he said gently and the alarms in your head set off. His partner... didn't she live in the apartment below?! Oh no. Before, you had no problem staying at Xavier's house, but... if they were really in a relationship…

“I gotta go,” you said, seeing the next bus station. It was already dark outside.

“Where are you going?” Xavier asked and you frowned.

“What do you mean? Back home. I only wanted to go to the store, but I fell asleep as you could see… Now it's even dark. Thankfully it's not raining,” you were babbling to yourself as you waited to arrive at the next stop, when you finally did, you got up. “Sorry about that, Xavier. Goodnight.” 

"Now... The next bus…," you mumbled checking the bus's schedule. "10 minutes? Lucky~"

“I'll go with you.” 

You couldn't help but squeal and jump when you heard his voice right behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing there, as tall as he was and as bright as the stars. 

“I'll take you home. It's dark. Something could happen.”

You rolled your eyes. "What could happen, I'm only going home.” 

“Some witnesses have seen wanderers in the area. I can't let you go alone." 

You sat on the bench, arms crossed, Xavier sitting next to you. "Ah, that's true. I'm not strong like your... Forget it." Your cheeks turned red. Very well! Keep opening your big mouth! Xavier didn't say anything, but you could feel his gaze on you and the blush on your cheeks traveled to the tips of your ears. 

Silence reigned between you. You could feel him, his warmth, he was so close to you, you could reach out and touch his knee. Your eyes felt heavy, you wanted to hug him. 

“I am sorry,” he suddenly said and you thought you imagined it but then he repeated it. “I am sorry for what I said the other day.” You turned to look at him and flinched when he saw his bright eyes looking sad and red. “I don't know what I was thinking. Talking like that in front of my girlfriend. Acting like I didn't want to have been there with you, but you're the only person I want close to me. I don't like nor have feelings for my coworker, I only want and need you.” 

He gently wiped a tear from your rosy cheek, his touch was electrifying. 

“You haven't been sleeping well.” You didn't answer, but he continued. “I haven't been able to sleep either. I keep recalling that day and seeing your crying face, I can't stand it… please forgive me.” 

He took your hands and you finally looked up at him, your eyes widening as you saw a small tear fall down his cheek. 

“I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I still beg you, I beg you to give me another chance. I promise I'll do better. Something like this will never happen again. I was an idiot." 

You frowned, “you were an idiot. Do you have any idea how you made me feel? It's hard to believe you love me.” 

He nodded, listening to you carefully. “I know it's hard to believe, but please let me prove it to you, let me show you how much I love you, please. I can't be without you anymore, my star. I need you, otherwise I'll go crazy. Please.” 

You sobbed and Xavier gently pulled you close to him. Wrapping you between his warm arms. You tried to pull away, but he didn't let you and soon you melted in his embrace, crying into his work clothes. 

“Please, give me another chance.” 

You nodded softly. Just one more chance. “There's not gonna be a second time,” you warned between sobs and he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. 

“I won't need them. I will treasure you as the most valuable thing that you are. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” 

[spacebarbarianweird]

The Skin I Hate

Astarion wakes up from yet another nightmare but this one brings even more disgusting memories that he is used to.

TW: Mentions of SA, mild self-harm Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, f!tav, established relationship, post-game Read on AO3

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The weird perk of being an elf is being conscious when dreaming.

Non-elves are blissed with sleep, letting the dark void consume them for a night. Meanwhile, adult elves have to see their own past and re-live the memories in these few hours of meditation.

When it's good memories, it is a dream. When it's bad, it's a nightmare. And unfortunately for Astarion, his memories only fuel the despair.

"Here you are, boy," he hears his master's disgusting voice. "Such a handsome young elf you are."

Cazador is dead. It's not real. It's yet another nightmare that has come to haunt him. The old vampire was so pathetic he didn't even bother to hunt himself, fearing the only thing he could truly enjoy as an undead. There is nothing to be afraid of. Astarion stabbed him twenty-eight times, slaughtered him like a pig he was.

But nightmares keep coming, and there is nothing Astarion can do to stop them.

"You don't want to do this, but you are still doing it."

Astarion remembers everything. He doesn't remember his past when he could see his reflection or the sun, but his mind has preserved all the memories he wishes to forget.

The desire to peel his skin off. The dirty touches. The never-ending tortures and hunger. Sometimes, Astarion thinks this is the reality and the last two years are just a hallucination, an evil trick. Freedom, safety, a woman to hold. It’s all unreal.

Astarion is still locked in the tomb, isn't he? He is still in the kennel, flayed and beaten. He is still in his master's full power, doing every disgusting thing he orders.

… Astarion opens his eyes. He sees the wooden ceiling above him. He hears birds chirring in the distance - it's late afternoon, warm and sunny. Astarion can't understand where he is; the nightmare still holds a grip on his mind. The undead heart feels like a tombstone in the chest.

There is an urge to hide, run, and return to his master because the longer Astarion is absent, the more painful the tortures will be.

Then, he sees a set of armor, too small for him to wear. A travel sack with food he doesn't need, and a sword he doesn't know how to fight with.

Tav.

The realization resembles a lover's embrace, gentle and strong. It was indeed a nightmare. And this is the reality for Astarion. Freedom. A journey under the starry night sky. Days spent in shelters like this abandoned hut in the middle of nowhere.

And Tav's love.

Her trust, her caress. Her loud laughter at his jokes, her concentrated face when she takes care of her weapon and armor.

Their innocent mockery of each other. "Astarion, what does it say?" she asks, pointing at the board at the tavern. "Tav, I still can't apprehend how you lived up to being an adult without getting reading skills." "Oh, I am sorry I was too busy surviving! Not everyone is born in cities!"

His little brave Tav, whose heart is big enough for them both. His fierce companion who believes in him a hundred times more than he believes in himself. Her imminent faith in good, in people. In the chance, there is a cure for vampirism, in the idea that evil forces will always be defeated.

There was time when he thought Tav was just stupid. It took him a while to realize her faith comes from dark places. She knows the sorrows of this world no less than him, but she chooses to always see the light.

And Astarion chooses to be with her.

“Look what you have done to her”, something dark whispers in his ear. "She has to hide in shadows with you. If it wasn't for you, she could stay in the nearest village and sleep comfortably, but because of you, she has to stay here, in this wretched hole of a place. You are tainted with blood and pain, and you taint her as well."

Astarion tries to shut this voice up. But he can't. His own skin feels disgusting as if covered in acid sweat. His body is dirty. His touches are cursed. After everything he did, after everything done to him, after all these people he slept with, after everything happened to him in Cazador's mansion - he has no right to ruin Tav.

Astarion stands up, trying to shut the voice up. The hut is so small it suffocates him, but he can't go outside; the sun still shines.

"Damn! Gods damn you!" he screams, but the voice sounds hoarse as if he broke it in his sleep.

Maybe he did.

Nails dig into the skin, causing dull pain. Astarion makes a sharp movement, leaving deep pink strains on his left arm. Pain is pleasant and familiar. He keeps scratching the skin as if trying to peel it off.

Blood starts dripping to the floor.

The pain brings temporal bliss, and the sight of his bloodstained hand somehow comforts Astarion. Tears stream down the face - tears of desperation. Of darkness.

"Astarion," he hears a quiet voice. "Please, stop."

He turns his head and sees Tav. She wears her camp clothes, a pair of trousers and a shirt. Her hair is wet. She probably has bathed in the nearest river. Feet are bare and covered in soil. Astarion notices a blade of grass stuck between her toes.

Tav approaches him and makes him sit on the floor. He tries to drop the sleeve to cover the injuries as if it could trick her.

Tav gently touches his neck, avoiding the bite mark. Her touch is thoughtful, kind, and warm. She smells like sunlight. Astarion freezes, staring at the wall, not knowing how to look at her, not knowing what to do.

"What happened?" she finally asks. "I got used to your nightmares, but this is the first time you harm yourself."

"Nothing"

Tav sighs and stands up. For a moment, Astarion thinks she will leave him, but she just kneels at her travel bag and gets a healing ointment. He usually applies it to her after fights with monsters while she jokes, "You should see the other guy!".

The ointment prickles the skin and accelerates vampiric regeneration.

"Tell me," Tav asks.

He shrugs. "There is nothing to tell. Nothing you already don't know, just another nightmare. Tell me how the world looks under the sun."

"Astarion, you are my love and my life. But if you keep pretending everything is good when it's not, I will hit you with something heavy."

"You are so adorable when you try to threaten. Like a hissing kitten."

She laughs, and he can't take his eyes off her smile.

Then, Tav takes his injured hand in hers and caresses the knuckles. She waits for him to answer.

"If you woke to me trying to peel my skin off, would you want to know why?" she seriously asks.

He gulps. Of course, he doesn't need to tell now. Tav won't force him. He can tell her later when he feels more like it. Or never tell. It's his right for privacy. But it means Tav will be more preoccupied than usual, that the next sunrise she won't leave his side, that she will offer him her blood more than usual, more than she can give without complications.

Astarion can't do this to her even though he has a right to do so.

"I feel disgusting," he finally admits.

"What?" she is shocked. "Why?"

"I feel my skin is dirty, and no matter how strong I scrub it, I can't escape this feeling. I have done terrible, loathsome things, and the same things were done to me. Any time I touch you, I feel like I taint you, burden you with my own nightmares."

Tav is silent. Her eyes study his face. Is this remorse in her eyes? Sadness? Anger?

"Astarion. I am going to ask you a question", she finally says, "And you will answer it. You will not try to lie. You will not try to banter. You will tell me the truth. Did he force himself onto you?"

Astarion stares at Tav in disbelief. How can she know? How did she guess?

She touches his cheek, and it causes tears to flow again.

"Yes," he answers shortly and bites his lower lip. "Many times. Before he grew tired of me and sent me to the streets."

Tav doesn't say anything. Instead, she opens her arms and hugs Astarion, pressing his head against her collarbone. He can't see her face, but he knows there are tears on her face as well.

"How did you know?" he finally asks. "Tav … did anything… like that…"

"No, I was never assaulted. But every girl, whether she is an elf or dwarf or a human, a peasant, or a noble - knows such things. We are warned about it from a very young age. Even when it doesn't happen to us, we know someone it happened to. I think I guessed the moment you told me about your past."

"You disgust me," he remembers a cruel voice as if its owner wasn't the one who made Astarion disgusting.

She pulls away and kisses his forehead. "You are more than this. More than your trauma, more than your past. You are brave, smart, kind, even if you don’t want to admit it. I know what you are, what happened to you. It's a part of the deal. But please don't hurt yourself. If you do this, you continue Cazador's work. Because he would have mutilated you. The only thing he could not take away from you was your appearance, your face, your beauty. It was the only thing left from the past self. You can't see the reflection, but at least you know you look the same as 200 years ago. And your master needed it to lure victims. He couldn't take it from you without consequences for himself."

Tav puts her hands on his shoulders and looks at his eyes.

"Sooner or later, he would have found someone new, someone innocent to do your job, and he would have mutilated you. He would have taken the only thing you were left with. Every time you try to harm yourself, every time you hate yourself, you continue his job. I don't fucking want this. You don't fucking need this. The bastard is dead. You killed him. We can't change what happened to you. But it means he can't return either."

Astarion puts his hand on his knees and smiles. "I don't deserve you."

"You do deserve me, and I deserve you. There is no part of your body I find disgusting."

Astarion instinctively covers his bite mark. Tav notices it and gently removes his hand. She looks at the bite mark closely as if studying.

Long ago, they agreed he didn't want his bite mark to be touched, and Tav carefully avoided it. He couldn't know what this scar looked like but was sure it was repulsive.

And then Tav kisses the bite mark.

A shiver goes down Astarion’s spine, there is a forgotten memory of being bitten by a hungry monster who didn't know any better than to attack a weak, dying person.

There was a time when Astarion prayed to the gods to save him. Every divine creature he remembered – Lathander, Loviatar, Selune, Tyr, Savras – and a hundred more. No one answered. But what if someone did? He just needs to figure out which one is responsible for making sure Tav is born and survives through childhood, and who put her right in front of the Nauthiloid. When he does, he will become a man of this god.

Then Tav pulls away and looks at the entrance to the hut. "It's still hours till sunset. Is there something I can do to make you feel better?"

You don't need to do anything – the sole presence is enough.

"Сould you give me the book from my bag?"

Tav smiles and opens his travel bag. "There are two books"

"The green one"

"They are both green!" she pointed at the volumes, the cover of the first one was the color of wet leaves, and the other resembled a malachite.

"The one you like more."

Tav hesitates, looking at the covers, and then chooses the second one. When she sits beside him, Astarion wraps his hand around her waist.

"What does it say?" she asks.

"The History of the Western Heartlands," he opens the first page. "But you are going to read it yourself. I don't want you to be dependent on my reading skills."

"Oh", she pouts. "I knew you don't like reading to me!"

"I like reading to you," he says, "And I want to teach you to do the same. Come on, it's not difficult. I need to concentrate on something anyway, and teaching an adult person to read will definitely be a complicated task. I will read, and you will follow the text with your eyes, then I will ask you to repeat what I said. Deal?"

Astarion presses his finger at the first line. "The history of the Western Heartlands is a history of endless battles and destroyed empires.-"

Tav repeats after him. It takes them a few hours just to make it through the first page. He sees her anger when she can't remember a specific letter and almost childish delight when she manages to read the word without his help.

When the sun finally sets, they pack their bags. Astairon helps Tav to put her armor on, tightening the belts, and they leave together into the night.

"You do feel better, don't you?" she asks, walking a few steps ahead of him.

Astarion concentrates on his feelings. The disgust and fear feel like a distant nightmare, something he can easily brush off. Even the bite mark Tav touched so gently stopped causing so much mental pain.

"Yes. I feel great, my love."

[wishamongtheflowers]

Connection

"Hiroa you know why I don't visit often. I have a 'life' to 'live' or play pretend."

"You know she loves when you visit. I understand your fear of hospitals but, it's been awhile since you've been at home."

"Your home. It's not mine. How many times do I have to correct you till you get it right."

Hiroa thought the same. Kido was incorrect but he knew her trust in him and his wife is fragile so he wasn't going to tease her. This was normal banter for the two after being trapped in a hospital which was -recently- destroyed to make room for a new hospital. Hiroa knew Kido held her emotions in a breaking bottle.

For a while now he has been patient with Kido opening up with what she wanted to talk about. When it comes to Kido, Hiroa waited for her to reach out. He was the only one who she struggled to not call him Dad and his wife Mom. It means a lot more than anything to them as they couldn't have their own children. A lot more than Kido's luck could make her acknowledge. If it wasn't for the laws being a road block, Kido could give consent and take their family name.

It's possible with the luck she possessed but, they both wanted her to decide if this was the best option for her. Besides, she ensured their lives. I'd make sense they do the same in return.

"Anyway," Kido continued, "if you both really want me to visit I'll see if I can given now busy I get around this time."

"Looking forward to it." Hiroa gave a tight, though brief, hug before continuing on with his errands.

Kido felt hollow for a moment from the ignored emotional enrichment she got just by the conversation. Hiroa's warmth buzzed through Kido's cold body washing her with care, comfort, and actual love she never been shown ever sense birth. It made her, in a long while, happy and safe.

Alas, she had to proceed with pretending to be a bystander. Kido needed to quale her confusion and frustration given by her distrust ripping through her cold body, fast.

She found herself within a hiking trail, surrounded by trees, grass, mating chatter of birds, whistling wind gusts, and peace.

Kido kept her feelings inside. Who would be able to care about such pathetic things from her? No one would truly understand her emotions. Reactions. Thoughts. And her mental state.

"Make despair desperate, use luck as its lead. If despair is given understanding, it'll follow. If despair is beaten, it'll rebel."

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@mikado-sannoji and anyone else :3

[jewish-vents]

first - i just want to say thank you for making this blog. it’s so important to know that we aren’t alone in the many things we’re experiencing and feeling right now, especially when so many of us have become painfully isolated as of late.

i apologize for how long this one is going to be.

i’ve been feeling so, so alone recently. my tumblr dash has been cut down to just a handful of jewish blogs that i can trust to be kind and understanding and nuanced, but it means that the majority of the content i see is about antisemitism and the war. after a while, it becomes draining to scroll through what feels like endless sadness. i turned to looking at fandom tags instead of following fandom blogs, but it makes me feel equally as insane to click on a blog about race cars and immediately see a post with 60k notes calling what’s happening in gaza “the new holocaust”. i started going back on twitter, but fan accounts on there too are only safe for a day or so before the account owner shares some awful antisemitic tweet from an account known to be an anti-jewish extremist. i went back on instagram briefly, but i was soon afraid to look at people’s stories for fear i’d see something terrible and lose yet another trusted person from my life.

in person, i have to walk by signs saying “zionism = genocide” and hastily scribbled palestinian flags with the colors in the wrong spot on my way to class every day. a wall across from my apartment says “BDS” in giant letters. i haven’t opened my curtains in months because of it. a “protest” of about 25 people stood in the center of campus and yelled and waved their fists in passing students’ faces, so jewish students didn’t go to class on any of the days they gathered. i only have one non jewish friend left at school - the rest abandoned me because i either called them out on antisemitic rhetoric or refused to go along with the idea that anyone, palestinian or israeli, muslim or jewish, is less than human. i had taken several of them along to our hillel’s seder in the past. i don’t know who i can safely go with this year. i have a few jewish friends, of course, but i love bringing goyische friends with little connection to judaism along to experience how joyful and loving jewish holidays can be.

it feels like there is no escape from this fucking war. it sickens me that it’s the only thing people pretend to care about - where is the attention for sudan, ukraine, armenia, uyghurs in china, syria, guyana? how is putting an emoji in your twitter bio or putting a translucent overlay of the palestinian flag on your tumblr icon any sort of real activism? how have we gone from “antisemitism is wrong” to “(((zionists))) control the world media”? it seems like the war is a fandom to these people. it seems like nobody cares enough to fully read and think critically about what they share, let alone do real research beyond looking at an infographic somebody shared on their instagram story. they’ll add on “don’t forget your click today!” to an unrelated twitter thread that went viral, flip the bird at the local starbucks, and put “won’t you free my palestine” on their instagram stories. they’ll anonymously tell a jew online to commit suicide. they’ll feel secure in the knowledge that they’re the perfect leftist, that this is somehow “good trouble”. all this praxis, and nothing to show for it but massive surges in hate crimes against jews. good job, guys! you singlehandedly saved every innocent person in gaza!

it’s isolating. it’s scary. jews can’t mourn. jews can’t be angry. jews can’t disagree. jews can’t suffer. jews can’t be whole, complex people with diverse beliefs and experiences. suffering is a game, and the goal is to hurt the most, scream the most, die the most, all to appease western leftists whose closest connection to war and violence was reading the hunger games in middle school.

i’m tired of it all. i want a peaceful and just resolution to the war. i want the mindless hatred everywhere to stop. i want to be able to scroll through social media and see nothing but fandom. i want to walk through campus with my magen david showing and all the friends i lost by my side on the way to the hillel seder. i want to open my curtains again. i know the experience of one diaspora jew is nothing compared to what people living in israel and palestine are currently going through, yet i still need this all to end. i don’t think any of us can go on like this, but we must, because we have. for thousands of years, we’ve gone on. that still doesn’t mean it has to be this hard all the time.

all i can think is “now we are slaves. next year may we be free.” now we are slaves to hatred and violence and suffering. next year may we all be free. next year may we all be in jerusalem.

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[5ummit]

HTP Fic Recs: Hidden Gems

Have you, like me, devoured everything in the Hydra Trash Party AO3 tag and are desperate for more? Well you may be in luck.

In honor of CATWS's 10th anniversary I’ve decided, yet again, to make a new rec list so that these gems don't get buried in my overwhelmingly extensive original rec list. This list features HTP and HTP-adjacent fics that are NOT tagged as HTP (either because the author didn't know the label existed or didn't believe it applied to their fic), making them particularly hard to find, and I think, deserving of more attention.

Many of these fics don’t have much, if any, explicit noncon, but noncon is often implied or referenced and they’re all rife with other types of dehumanization and abuse so the usual HTP warnings still apply. Read tags carefully etc.

The Making of the Winter Soldier [series] by CluckU & Mumble_Bee Relationship: Hydra Agents/WS, Zola/WS Words: 13,700

There are a small, precious collection of things he knows for certain each time he wakes in his chair: He is a weapon. A soldier. An asset. He is being molded into the Fist of Hydra. He must prove himself. Failure is not an option.

Muscle Memory by sparklingbinjuice Relationship: Rumlow & Bucky Words: 4500

It had taken five minutes of fumbling but he had eventually picked the lock. The soldier wouldn’t be back for hours. Coordinates provided by the remaining, somewhat rudimentary, tracking device installed in the titanium arm indicated that he wandered the streets on weekends – watching people, visiting libraries and museums, feeding the birds. It was all so horribly human.

Reconquer, regain, recover by werebird Relationship: Hydra Agents/WS (past) Words: 2300

Hydra had known his body better than he himself ever could. They had taken it, reshaped it, reprogrammed it. They had birthed the Winter Soldier although they had never given him life.

Taming Winter by Runlights Relationship: Rumlow & WS, Steve & Bucky Words: 91,000 Notes: terrifying bloodthirsty WS

Regardless of the intravenous set pumping warming fluids into those veins, regardless of the fact that a moment ago, the guy looked on the verge of death, the Winter Soldier was out of the chair and in front of him with two steps that happened so quickly he didn’t even have time to do more than inhale. He froze as he felt the press of his own combat knife against his throat, the bite of the blade causing blood to well and slip down his throat. This was the point where he suspected people felt fear, especially staring into those unfocused cold eyes. He only felt a twisted fascination.

The Soldier’s Kittens by exclamation Relationship: Sam & Bucky, Steve & Bucky Words: 11,300 Notes: animal abuse/death

"Sam's a really good guy," Steve said. "I think you'd like him if you spent more time with him." Bucky said nothing. He would not show any interest in Sam, just as he had not shown any interest when Steve had taken him to the animal shelter to try and get him to interact with the dogs there. He knew this trap and he wouldn't fall into it twice.

Flinching by Exorin Relationship: Steve/Bucky Words: 570

It might finally break what's left of him if Steve knew the way he's had to dig his nails into his palms hard enough to draw blood just to shape his breath into the sound of a moan.

I'm comin' up only to hold you under by anonymous Relationship: Hydra Agents/Bucky, Steve/Bucky (past) Words: 2100

They drag him out of his cell by his hair and toss him into a room full of identical guards. He lands hard on his knees, the force of the impact stuttering up his weak, tired body, and he glares up and them with all the hatred he can gather. He feels off-balance, like he does whenever he tries to carry himself now—the stump of his missing arm has a phantom weight he can't get used to, won't get used to.

Context is Everything by thedevilchicken Relationship: Hannibal/Bucky Words: 2600

"I don't understand," Bucky replied. "Recontextualize?" "Your memories of HYDRA seem…distant," Hannibal said. "The way you speak about them is as if they happened to someone else. In order to process your trauma, you must understand that they happened to you."

Never Letting the Blood Dry by BarrenPines Relationship: Rumlow & WS, Steve & Bucky Words: 2500 Notes: whipping

After the mission, there were pats on the back, expressions of congratulations and thanks, and a dozen other little niceties that made his skin crawl. He’d gotten lucky, that’s all. And he’d also defied orders, departed from his assigned task. Praise wasn’t what he deserved.

[scummy-writes]

Winter Comforts

A fic for @misty-moth. Thank you for your support!

Pairing: Arthur/Reader

Words: 2143

Tags: Depression, comfort, fluff

The snowfall after your first night at the cabin was more than anticipated, causing an extra chill in the cabin you rented for the week. While it wasn't unwelcomed as an added bonus to the atmosphere of your lovebird vacation, it was enough for Arthur to designate himself as the one to take Vic out, refusing to let the risk of illness touch you.

And that's where he was now: out in the yard, watching the way you busied yourself with putting another log in the fireplace. There he stood with arms crossed, puffs forming in the air from his deep sighs.

Meanwhile Vic stepped cautiously through the snow, his small, boot clad paws crunching with each step. He only stopped exploring long enough to relieve himself, and in that time his owner finally stopped looking so worriedly in your direction, crouching down to make eye contact with Vic with new determination.

“Alright, Vic, we have our work cut out for us this week. Our bird has been putting on a brave face for us and refuses to say what's truly bothering her.”

Vic looked at Arthur with a small huff, chilly even through the sweater you'd knitted him, as he tried to finish his business as fast as he could manage. Yet Arthur continued, his focus on figuring out how to triumph over your depression causing him to neglect the cold.

“I've already devised plans to keep her mood up, in and out of bed, but what I need from you is the best charm you can manage. I need you to harken back to your youthful days as a pup and pretend to have that energy once more! Of course, this isn't all for nothing- with her mood lifted, she's bound to spoil you tenfold, Vic.”

Vic huffed once more, giving his owner a tired look before shaking the snow from his fur. But the man continued, used to this behavior for years.

“And… I'll let you get onto the bed with us in the mornings we're here. What do you say?”

The shaking slowed to a halt as Vic contemplated the words, staring Arthur down as if to call his bluff. But when Arthur merely just stared back, waiting for an affirmation of sorts, Vic slowly began to wag his tail before taking determined steps towards the cabin.

“Atta boy!”

.

Inside, the fire you set up crackled and popped, providing a comforting warmth to the abode. Once you had finished stoking it, you couldn't manage yourself up off the floor. Instead, you seemed entranced by the flames, watching them dance as your thoughts whirled in your head. You hardly seemed to notice when the other two came back in, only breaking out of your trance when Vic excitedly collided with you, paws hitting your back in excitement.

“Whoa!”

You turned to face the pup, chuckling as you saw his boots had been kicked off in a haphazard trail towards you, tag wagging wildly as his round eyes looked up at you. An impossible gaze to resist, and you found yourself smiling once more as you stroked his head, cooing as Vic melted at your touch.

It didn't take long for him to curl up by you, overjoyed in the belly rubs he received as Arthur doffed his overcoat and shoes.

“I say, Vic strolls into the room and you're putty in his paws! Won't even pass me a glance.”

There it was- that adorable grin when he was being ridiculous. At the sound of your chuckle, relief washed over him. It seems as though your depression wasn't as poor as he feared.

You met his gaze as you rolled your eyes, continuing to pet Vic's stomach.

“Are we going to have this conversation again? About how many more merits you have in comparison to a dog?”

“Well, I do distinctly remember you insisting I was acting like one last night- hey!”

Laughter followed as you playfully threw one of Vic’s boots towards Arthur, the writer mocking offense as your giggles persisted. Soon, the two of you were caught up in tossing the boot back and forth, teasing words before each one, and Vic settled down with a huff of understanding that belly rubs were long gone for the moment.

.

It had been a while since the two of you could settle in like this. You sat between his legs as you both stretched out on the couch, nestled in a blanket while Vic sprawled out in front of the fireplace. While he dozed, the two of you read a book of your choosing; Arthur, a mystery novel from a new author, and you, a random romance you had plucked from the mansion’s library. 

With a pencil in hand, Arthur underlined descriptions he favored while making notes in the margins, humming intrigue at the way the plot was unfolding. For him, it was easy to deduce from the beginning who was at fault in the story, but he was enjoying the way the author could still make the story interesting despite that. Certainly a novel he’d recommend to you. A copy he hadn’t marked in, of course.

Between every few pages, he’d cast his eyes towards you. He couldn’t get a good read on your face in this position, but every so often he’d feel the way your breath would pause at a passage, how your shoulders would tense- and sure enough, one look at the book in your hands would confirm the male lead blundering his way through affections. 

Another reference to add to his mental notes, of what made your heart speed up.

Yet now, he watched you thumb the corner of the pages rhythmically, the same set of pages you had been reading the past time he checked on you. He furrowed his brows, but allowed himself to read a few more pages of his novel before worrying further. But when he looked back, you were still doing the same- shoulders tense as you were lost in thought.

What kept causing that? What was making you worry on this little retreat? When Comte had offered to let Arthur use this cabin as a romantic get-away, he had been hoping this would cure those bouts of long sighs and tired eyes. But they kept persisting, no matter the amount of hugs and kisses Arthur gifted, among more sentimental offerings.

Carefully, he set down his pencil and book aside, wrapping his arms around yours. Setting his chin upon your shoulder had some tension melt away, but you were still wound tight in other ways.

“Luv…” he murmured against your ear, massaging his thumbs against your skin, “what’s troubling you?”

“I’m fine.”

The response was automatic, almost cold in the attempt to dismiss his worry, but you faltered immediately, fumbling over your words to ease the bluntness, “I mean- I am fine. I’m okay, I promise.”

You turned to face him then, a soft smile on your lips, but it was a poor mask that was easy to see through. And there, Arthur was at the crux of how to handle the issue. Pushing too hard could result in you hiding even further away. Meanwhile, time may be what you needed, but… It was difficult watching the way you crumbled, even if it was in small pieces.

He hummed in response, a gentle kiss pressed against your cheek. “Haven’t we discussed this, luv?”

You drum your fingers on his arm, neglecting his question. So he continues, calmly. In a quiet tone that causes your motions to stop.

“I know all too well how one may be keen to hide it all away- that void threatening to swallow you whole, how your heart aches through the days. But we promised each other to speak up before that burden gets too heavy.”

The crackling of the fireplace fills the air, merging with the tension after his words. Arthur watches as your eyes flit away again.

“I feel like I should be saying that as well.”

“What ever do you mean?”

Glancing at him again, there is a murmur of frustration in your gaze, mixed in with your own worry. 

“Do you think I wouldn’t have noticed? You can try to hide by flirting like a man preparing to never see his lover again, or by covering my concern with kisses and prose, but you can’t hide those bags under your eyes, or those times at night when I wake up in your bed, alone.”

Arthur frowns.

“Luv…”

“I don’t know how else to make it clear to you that I am here for you. I’ve tried so much…” You trail off, voice raspier than before. 

In the moment that you take to briskly wipe at your eyes, Arthur realizes where this enigma of your worry stemmed from. And he wants to laugh mockingly at himself, for getting so lost and scared at the sight of depression taking over you, that he neglected to consider the most damning possibility.

His arms hold you tighter, letting you continue to refuse looking his way. He doesn’t prod or force you to turn around, knowing well by now that when your emotions overflow, it’s difficult to let anyone watch. So Arthur holds you, letting tears fall down your cheeks as you process your next words, trying to convey your struggles.

“I know I can’t take away your pain. I know that it will linger inside of you, no matter how many years we stay together. No matter what luck comes into our lives. But I can be here for you. I can listen, I can hold you when it’s too hard to handle the world- I can do so much, but only if you let me in, Arthur.” Another shaking breath escapes you, and your next words come out so quiet, as if you’re fearful of the words themselves, “if we can’t talk about these things, how are we supposed to stay together? To get married…?”

With that, you crumble apart. Arthur pulls you properly into his lap now, letting you nuzzle into his neck, letting his shirt soak up your tears. Each shaking sob from you has him murmuring reassurances, promises that saying such a thing wouldn’t bring ruin to the relationship. 

And he waits. Until you can breathe properly again, until you’re ready to listen to him to speak.

“I think we’ll be fine.”

“How can we be when-”

“For instance, did you know we’ve been worrying ourselves sick over the same issue?”

You peek up at him, questioningly. Arthur takes that moment to brush back the wet hairs sticking against your face, his smile soft.

“It seems we’re both having trouble letting each other in on the secrets of our heart. I can’t promise that there won’t be moments like this again in the future, but for now…” Arthur presses a chaste kiss against your temple, sighing along with you, “I can apologize. I didn’t realize you felt like this, luv. I’m so used to burying my emotions that I neglect understanding it can hurt others.”

“I’ve been trying to think of how to bring it up, but…I just kept getting scared that this wouldn’t change.”

“It will. I’ve just got to get used to the fact that I’m lucky to be loved by you,” he pecks your cheek once more, “and I’ll stop leaving you at night when the nightmares plague me.”

You study his face with your reddened eyes, and Arthur tries to ease the pangs of guilt in his heart. But you seem to relent, shoulders relaxing as you return one of his earlier kisses.

“You promise?”

Arthur hooked his pinky with yours, grinning, “promise.”

.

Vic gave you a dubious glance after inspecting the sugary fluff on your finger, giving it a few more sniffs.

“It won’t bite you! But if you don’t want a bit of marshmallow, I can just take it back-”

A low whine rang out once you pulled your finger back, and you and Arthur fell into a fit of giggles at Vic’s contradictory behavior. But you gave him another chance, and the pup happily lapped up the small treat before you could take it away again. Yet, after a few smacks of his jows, Vic unceremoniously plopped the now-wet mess on the carpet. At your surprise, he merely settled into a comfortable heap in front of the fireplace again, his curiosity sated over what you and Arthur had been laughing about for the past few minutes.

After cleaning up, Arthur watched as you happily stick another marshmallow onto your stick, poking it into the fireplace while you used your free hand to pet Vic. The puffiness of your eyes had calmed down enough, and now the smile left on your face held no hidden meaning; you were happy. Relaxed. Everything that Arthur wanted for this trip.

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[flusteredmoonn]

better than revenge; regulus black

summary: "now go stand in the corner and think about what you did," in which she is under the impression that he is just like his brother. she's mistaken.

tags: (SFW), angsty, attempted resolution, war angst, mentions of war, mentions of murder, lowkey implied bloodsurpremacist!regulus, use of the word mudblood, fast paced, implied slytherin!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 700+

speak now tracklist. request.

they both lingered arm in arm in the depths of the dungeons corridors. the air moved coldly, as it deflected off of the stone brick walls. the small breeze often had become a means of comfort between the two, a reminder to them both that their rendezvous were real.

the nature of their relationship was not something that should be dangled in front of the taunting reality which was the impending war. publicly, they remained on as each other's opposition. they shouldn't be fraternising, regardless of circumstance.

very quickly, it had become a forbidden love. though it was something they never discussed. not with their friends, or in the seclusion of a diary. not even amongst themselves. neither acknowledged their compromising position, knowing the deadly consequence should they be found out.

the clocktower's bell was struck, ringing throughout the aged castle a number of times, signalling the early hour as they began to ascend the spiral staircase, leading them to the main courtyard.

the girl turned her head, watching as several of the owls departed from the owlery, many carrying the day's edition of the daily prophet. she smiled to herself as she listened to them speak with one another, before their inevitable separation.

a dark feathered owl swooped close to the pair, perching on the stone window sill. fervently, the owl held a newspaper in it's beak, waiting for the sleek boy beside her to take it's offering.

with a sigh, regulus relieved the bird of it's duties, smiling slightly to himself as the bird turned to face y/n, beady eyes blinking as it patiently waited for her to give it a pet of approval. happily obliging, the girl did so, before stepping back and waiting for it to fly off.

the boy looked to the object in his hands, giving it a firm shake as he straightened out the collection of papers.

the moving image flashed, as it became clear that several cameras were desperately trying to capture the minister of magic's speech. she peered over his shoulder as the headline made itself apparent. muggleborn death toll rises, voldemort rises to power. it read in bolded lettering, further detailing specifics in the article below.

the paper had taken to listing the names of the murdered in bulletv points, with the number only increasing by the day it had presented itself as the easiest way to show the information.

"this is ridiculous, he needs to be stopped," she spoke suddenly, causing the black haired boy to peer over his shoulder at her.

"it's not like it's that bad," he emphasised, moving to face her with a shrug, mindlessly refolding the newspaper.

"not that bad? people are being killed, reg!" y/n raised her voice, stepping further away from the boy, who merely looked around because of the octaves her voice had lifted, not in fear of getting caught.

"yeah, but only blood traitors and mudbloods," he justified, unsure why their conversation had breeched politics.

"they're still people, though, and what does it matter? they're magical nonetheless," her voice remained reasonable, scowling at his indifference.

"they don't support him. i have to support him, i have no choice," he spoke surely, itching his forearm as he spoke, a subtle indication. in understanding, the girl nodded, a second conversation occurring with only their body language.

still, the girl disagreed with his words, further stating her point. eventually, the boy reluctantly conceded, coming to an understanding of her point. for her, he chose to drop the subject entirely, deflecting back to their original conversation of the nights sky.

[blackberrysummerblog]

Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate! After a rotten Friday at the animal shelter where I work, I got a very pleasant surprise yesterday when a pregnant stray who came in gave birth to five live and healthy kittens! I might share some pics later on :) In the meantime, thank you @forabeatofadrum and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags this morning, as well as everyone else who’s continued to tag me on other days. I’ve been pretty slow writing lately, but I do have some shares this week!

First, a bit of kid!Baz POV from my COBB:

In the afternoons, I do my homework as soon as we get home and sometimes call my father. He never has much to say. I’ll offer to help Dev with his work and then water the herbs in the conservatory, reminding myself of the names and uses of each one. Dogtooth violet to stop gossip, bay leaves for wish making and prophetic dreams. Tarragon for confidence, St. John’s Wort to stave off colds and fevers. Basil can drive off dark spirits. I rub the leaves between my fingers, remembering Ebb’s lessons as the fresh summer scent breaks across my skin. “Basil can dispel confusion, boys. It turns back fear and weakness, and is used in exorcisms. Carry it with you to protect yourselves from danger, or spread it on the ground to keep away evil. It’s also sometimes used to bring lovers together.” Dev had elbowed me and sniggered, because of course we both associate the herb with my name. I don’t see how any of it relates to me, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s just what I’m called.

And the next is from a sequel I suddenly started writing to Field Trip of Dreams (god I still hate that that’s the title I gave it). I wouldn’t say it’s necessary to read the first fic, although it gives context for the fact that Baz and Simon are dating in eighth year, and everyone but the Mage knows it. It’s a longish share, but I’m enjoying writing so have it:

“Isolation Cabin?” Basilton is repeating in disbelief. His eyes narrow. “But Sir, whatever will we do if we get to talking and discover we were separated at birth?”

Simon understandably pales, but Davy merely snorts and waves a dismissive hand. “Unlikely, Mr. Pitch. Now, both of you grab your rucksacks while I conjure a bird to lead you to the cabin. It’s…out of the way.”

The rest of the students are in fits, but of course Davy doesn’t notice. He pays attention to nothing and nobody when he thinks he’s in the right. Simon has shouldered his own pack and is staring into the middle distance, refusing to look at anyone. Of course, Natasha Pitch’s son has to get in one last dig: “What’s next, a get-along shirt?”

Basilton’s unimpressed expression is fooling no one—I know blessed well that he’d only love that. “Davy,” I try one last time. “This weekend is supposed to be providing these students with a chance to learn how to get along as a community of mages. Splitting two of them off will deprive them of the chance—”

“Miss Possibelf.” I suppose it’s amusing that after all these years Davy doesn’t dare use my first name. “I know what I’m doing. Boys this age need a firm hand—” How does he not hear the sniggering going on behind him? “—and I’ve had just about enough.” After seven years. Seven years, and he’s had enough? Davy finally acknowledges me enough to turn and lower his voice. “Quite frankly, one of them has nothing to learn about survival, while the other doesn’t need to.” This last part is said in a hushed whisper, even though from the way Basilton’s eyebrow lifts, I’m certain he heard it.

I share his disdain for the sentiment, however, I’m not particularly concerned about his chances—here, or anywhere else. “Fine,” I snap, throwing my hands up. It’s not as though this trip isn’t always an annual excuse for all kinds of unsanctioned…exploration. Simon and Basilton aren’t likely to get up to anything they haven’t already, and I have bigger fish to fry given the amount of alcohol students traditionally smuggle on this fool’s exercise. David Cadwallader can be as blind as he likes, but some of us are left nursing the hangovers.

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[evajellion]

SMRPG AU where Smithy wins

OKAY HERE IT GOES-

So hypothetically, let's say Mario, Peach and Bowser just completely vanish after Exor crashes down. Either they straight up died or got isekai'd to Smithy's realm by accident, idk I will let the rest of you figure it out.

Years and years pass, Geno can't really get the Star Pieces without Mario and co. so… Smithy just, straight up takes over Star Road and lets his minions do whatever.

Here's what we thought up-

Smithy: Bowser's Castle was nice, but after learning what the Star Pieces did, Smithy went directly to the source and took over Star Road himself as its new overlord. He built an entire factory around it and over the years, is now known as "he who grants wishes".

Of course, much like the main villain in "Wish" (terrible movie btw), Smithy only grants wishes that he likes. He ignores wishes that are selfless or relevant to one's family, and only grants stuff relative to wealth, gain, or wanting to win.

It's less out of malice and more out of ignorance, really. He doesn't see any value in wanting things that have no material value or glory.

Mack/Claymorton: After ambushing the castle, Mack became the new ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, but he said the name was stupid and changed it to the Claymore Kingdom.

There are, a lot of parties, almost every week. He's a complete tyrant who threatens and torments the Toads to the point where the Chancellor actually wishes Bowser would come back. If he gets bored? He decides to wage war on another kingdom "for fun".

He's getting an ego about it too, which some joke is just "him compensating for his size".

Bowyer: Honestly no one has any clue what Bowyer does. Some treat him like an actual forest cryptid that haunts the maze because he's been in there so long. People who enter the forest now never come back.

Bowyer doesn't understand the concept of killing anyone really, so it's not like forest intruders are dead. He just thinks it's fun to play "freeze tag but you're frozen for good" with anyone who comes by. Essentially, it's all a hunting game to him.

He probably views all his immobile visitors as trophies more than anything else.

Yaridovich/Speardovich: Eventually, he succeeds in duping someone to fight Jonathan and takes the Star Piece for himself. Smithy grants him his promotion and he is made mayor of Seaside Town, and he is a captain of his own crew of Drill Bits.

Jonathan is none too happy about this and makes beef with Yaridovich every day over what he had done. Jonathan prides himself on being a good fighter, but unfortunately, Yaridovich fights dirty.

Eventially, Yaridovich made a habit out of pirating other incoming ships himself. He wonders if doing this will get more promotion from Smithy, but… Smithy seems to have been ignoring him.

Axem Rangers: After beating up the Czar Dragon, Smithy suggests they take care of Nimbus Land since it's "uncomfortably close for his liking". They immediately make themselves known by exposing Valentina's lies and kicking her out, inadvertently making them heroes.

Axem Red and Pink take a lot of pride in removing Valentina and being adored by residents of Nimbus Land, but Black isn't happy with it at all and wants to go back to causing chaos. Green is neutral about the whole thing.

Axem Yellow meanwhile, managed to turn Dodo to their side simply by calling the large bird a "good boy" and giving him legumes as a treat.

Boomer: He's the shogun of Bowser's Castle, but nothing more. He guards Exor as he always did, and commands Smithy's Army, striking down anyone who dare cross his lord.

However, he isn't exactly happy with his position. He knows not to question Smithy, so he just… remains quiet about it. At the very least, he's humored by Axem Red's new heroic personality.

But he also fears if Red will turn on Smithy since he's so bent on appearing as "hero" for Nimbus Land. Boomer dad moments. :')

Exor & Count Down: Stationary. Exor is happy but Count Down seems bitter he cannot do more, he's kind of stranded and stir crazy.

Cloaker & Domino: They moved out of Smithy's dimension (much to Count Down's further frustration/loneliness) and settled into Marrymore for… obvious reasons.

Smithy doesn't mind so long as they can distribute. Domino quickly took advantage by becoming the most well-known medicine/potion seller in the land, kinda like Fairy Godmother. Excuses to depict Domino in sexy business glasses for my one friend who thirsts for him lmao.

Factory Chief: A second factory was built up in Star Road, that Smithy had taken charge of, so the Chief is now fully in charge of the old one inside of Exor! He's pretty happy about it.

The Director's son (because he has one for some reason?) is also working in the new factory while his father, the Clerk, and the Manager remain in the old one with the Chief. They all seem very happy, but the Director's son wonders if what Smithy is doing is right…

Gunyolk: Not used to having brothers. He was created by the Chief exclusively, and is now being mass produced, but… he liked it when it was only him and "papa".

Hypnosis Priest: She resides in Star Hill, discarding of wishes that Smithy tossed out. Essentially, she turned the entirety of the Mushroom Kingdom into a cult that worships Smithy as their Star Road overlord, with her as the leader of it.

And that's all I got, hi, feel free to throw anymore suggestions!!! :D

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @eccaiia here, @mysticstarlightduck here and here, and @elsie-writes here!

Other questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here.

Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ here.

Teo, Niri, Jazlyn, and Anathi here.

Below the cut, I will do Tyler, Xitlali, Atsila, and Raissa!

#1- Tyler

Are you an outdoorsy person or a fair weather freak?

“Outdoors suck. Would rather stay inside. Gym is inside. Books are inside. Why bother dealing with outside?’

Do you like animals? Have any pets?

“Have a poodle named Jolene. No, we didn't style her hair. She's perfect as is.”

What's one thing you keep on you at all times?

“... Did you know that the last thing you think about before you fall asleep is the first thing you remember in the morning? So the night before a big test, study right before going to bed! That'll keep you up at night.”

#2- Raissa

Do you have any weird or unusual habits?

“Absolutely not. There is nothing weird about me. Though John complains about me sighing too much. He once said I breathe out more air than I breathe in.”

Are you a night owl or a morning bird?

“These are ridiculous Ceteri phrases that make no sense. But my answer is neither, or both. You decide how to interpret it. I have devised a daily potion that allows me to properly function on a mere five hours of sleep, rather than the eight most people need. I'm up early and late. Now, if only I can get my team to help find a way to eliminate sleep altogether...”

Who is the person you hate the most? Why?

“Atsila McLain would be such an easy answer. And I can tell you want me to say her. But no. She was merely annoying. I try to avoid thinking about her Aequales as long as I can. She thought of us as nemeses, but it was one-sided on her part. But maybe if she stopped trying to take what was rightfully mine, I would stop. She never experienced anything I did. And in the name of peace? She was an awful person. It was a relief when I killed her.”

#3- Atsila

What are your biggest pet peeves?

“Oh, spirits, I hate when people aren't doing what they're supposed to do at the speed they should do it. I mean, how hard is it to adhere to a schedule and complete your tasks in an efficient manner? I don't understand it! I tell people to do something, and they don't do it! Or, they do it in the least efficient way I've ever seen. Even something as simple as walking. Walk diagonally to get somewhere faster. No need to stay on a certain path. But no it seems like every other person here is staying on the path.”

Who is the person you look up to the most?

“I don't look up to anyone. Literally, I suppose, everyone--I am rather short. Figuratively, no one. I suppose Carmen is rather efficient. And organized. She's highly intelligent and... She listens to me. I admire her loyalty and companionship.”

Do you have any major fears?

“Absolutely not. [Pause] I suppose boredom. Mediocrity.” if I may add - it's because she's terrified at the state she'll be in if something isn't going on Right Now

#4- Xitlali

Do you have any allergies?

“I think this is a personal question. I mean, what kinda questionnaire is it? Would rather not answer it. But ekaberries. I break out in hives if I eat it.”

How many people have you kissed?

“Not as many as I'd like, but I'm only twelve, so I'll probably kiss a few girls before long.”

What is your favorite number?

“My favorite number is 63. I find it incredibly satisfying knowing it's divisible by 7. 91 is a close contender for the same reason.”

I feel like this is all of the prominent TSP characters I feel need to answer these questions. Next time I'm tagged will begin the repeats.

Tagging softly @aziz-reads @thegreatobsesso @i-can-even-burn-salad @mk-writes-stuff @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

What is your favorite thing about rain? What is your least favorite thing about it?

@willtheweaver @elsie-writes @dyrewrites

+ ANYONE ELSE

What is something you don't mind waiting a long time for?

Have you ever been punished for something you didn't do?

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 33: Options

Waking up was rough. The strange sensation of your dream clings to you and it takes you a minute to realize you’re even awake at all. The pain in your body is foreign because you didn’t feel it while you were in the Library - or the dream Library - and the sheets cling to you in a way that feels too heavy. Like they mean to consume you in retribution.

It takes a moment longer to realize you did not sleep in your bed last night. That the odd feeling of the sheets was because you were in someone else’s bed. Confusion shifts to understanding as you piece together the events of the night before. Pain zings through you when you move too quickly and you let yourself sink back into the mattress.

Marco took you to his family’s home because it was closer than your home. He’d used his devil fruit’s powers to ease your wounds, but it had sapped what was left of your strength. Even so you still hurt, but that was a testament to just how roughly you and Teach had clashed. At the end of things the only thing keeping you moving was adrenaline, and with that gone even rest couldn’t stave off the ache of your one-sided fight with Teach.

You stared at the ceiling and wondered idly if he was really dead.

It was true that you didn’t know much about your own devil fruit because of your fear of getting caught. You never shared the Library with anyone else, never mind throwing someone in there on their own. You didn’t know if that space really would eat someone to incorporate their knowledge or not.

You only even knew you could turn into an owl because you felt the need to do something and had ducked into the Library to test things out. Past actually changing into the shape and changing back, you’d never done anything else.

You’d spent years trying to make sure no one even knew you had a devil fruit, and while that hadn’t worked out for you, you’d like to think you at least mitigated the risks.

A soft knock at the door precedes Marco entering. He smiles when he sees you’re awake, tray of food in his hands.

“I wasn’t sure if you were still sleeping, yoi.” He explains, setting the tray down nearby. “And I didn’t want to come in without warning.” He sits down on the edge of the bed. “How’d you sleep?”

“Well enough.” You answer, wincing as you sit up.

“Hey, no, hold on.” Marco’s hands are on your shoulders, but you shift and give him a reassuring smile and he helps you sit up instead of trying to get you to lay back down.

“I’m just stiff from sleeping.” You reassure him. “I mean, things still ache, but nothing feels too bad.”

“After you eat we’ll need to change your bandages anyway.”

You start to remind him he’s a veterinarian, and then you remember that he spent years as the doctor on an Emperor’s ship. “What time is it?”

“Close to ten,” he answers, setting the tray across your lap. “It was after one when we got back here, yoi. Ivan wants you to call him once you’re up for it. He’s been coordinating with Vista about getting us to Drop Island without anyone noticing.”

“Vistaaaah- ah, one of your many brothers.” You nod as you begin eating. “I remember you talking about him. I…” You stop, looking down at your food. “You never mentioned Teach, I really should’ve known better.”

“I should’ve told you about him.” Marco insists, sitting at the end of the bed. “I knew he was focused on his goal, but I didn’t think it was going to be to such an extent.”

You shake your head. “With how everything came together for him, it was probably for the best it unfolded the way it did. I don’t want to think about how poorly things could’ve gone if they’d happened differently.”

Marco concedes the point, checking his phone as you eat and moving the tray aside once you’re done. He takes your hand, leading you into the hallway and down to a nearby bathroom. You realize quickly how large his family’s estate must be when an auxiliary bathroom has as much space as this one.

Marco helps you strip, and carefully removes the bandages from you. He strips as well, and gets the shower running. It’s certainly big enough for both of you, and the lip edge is set low.

“Pops and the nurses stayed on this floor while he was still alive,” Marco says, answering questions you haven’t even asked yet. “This bathroom was made for easy access for Pops and the nurses. Afterward I used it when any of the kids got hurt. The room right across the hall is set up as a small clinic space.”

“This place is bigger than I thought.” You laugh nervously as Marco moves you both into the warm water, and starts carefully cleaning you up.

“Yeah, it’s 248,000 square feet.” You freeze in place and Marco nearly snorts. You look at him and his control breaks and he laughs.

“Are you-.”

“I’m not kidding, yoi!” He insists, laughing more despite it. “The Moby was over two million square feet, the house is small comparatively. We couldn’t convert the entire ship, and the manor only has five floors.”

“Only.” You nearly choke the words, letting Marco help you wash up. You’d be more useful if he hadn’t nearly broken your brain with statistics about the house. “I knew this place was going to be large, I guess I just didn’t realize how large.”

“Well, the entire estate is almost a hundred acres, and there’s a few smaller houses.” Marco says, grinning and you put your face in your hand. “The manor’s only home to a few of us, and some of my married siblings live in other houses on the land.”

“You weren’t worried about your brothers,” you begin, as Marco starts to rinse you both off. “You were worried I’d see the size of this place when you came here to grab your clothes and a toothbrush and have an existential crisis.” You tease.

He laughs, giving you a quick kiss before trading places with you so he can clean up. The shower area is so large there’s a little ledge you can sit on while he washes up.

“Honestly I hadn’t thought about it,” he admits sheepishly. “I was worried about my brothers so much I didn’t even think about the impact the manor would have, yoi. We’ve been here for a long time now, and there’s so many people it just doesn’t feel fancy.”

“It feels like home.” You say and Marco pauses for a moment before smiling and nodding.

“Yeah.”

You lean against the wall as Marco goes through his own routine. You grin after a moment and tilt your head a little.

“Don’t rush on my account.” You say, biting your bottom lip when he looks over his shoulder at you.

With a smile he turns and faces you. “You can look, mi cielo, but until you heal you’re not doing much more than that.”

Your grin breaks into a wide smile. “If I work up enough of an appetite I might actually keep you under me for once.”

You see a few small flames lick Marco’s skin as blush rushes to his cheeks. His expression is mostly unchanged despite the other things he’s not controlling well, and he returns his focus to cleaning up. You take the win for what it is, stretching slowly and trying not to let the aches in your body ruin your brightening mood.

The shower cuts off and Marco gives you a hand up. It’s frustrating how much you ache, but considering how things could have gone, this was a small price.

He’s careful as he dries you off, and you barely twitch or flinch.

“I knew when I healed you as much as I could last night that I wouldn’t have to worry while you slept, but this is worse than I thought it was.” There was anger in his voice, and you could feel the heavy warmth of his flames. The pains and aches ease, and for a brief moment almost vanish entirely.

“I can’t sleep all day again.” You warn softly.

“Aye,” he replies, leaning forward and kissing the back of your shoulder. “I’m not going to exhaust you. You swelled up and bruised bad while you slept, I’m just going to do enough to lessen it before we wrap you back up.”

There’s a long quiet moment before the warmth of his flames fade, and you can feel the leftover pain settle back into your bones.

“I’m going to throw him into the ocean.” He growls through grit teeth, fingers tracing very carefully over your back. You tense, thinking about your dream and Marco’s hand rests a little heavier against your back. “Sorry, pretty bird, it’s not a pleasant topic, I know.”

You shake your head. “That’s… not it.” Breathing in slowly you let it out and turn so you’re facing him. “I had a dream last night, and… I don’t… I don’t know how to say this, but I think Teach is already dead.”

Marco’s brows raise, and after a moment’s consideration they furrow a little. “What makes you think that?”

“I dreamt the Library ate him.” You admit, looking up at him sheepishly. It sounds wildly improbable when you say it out loud.

The look of shock on Marco’s face almost makes you smile despite the heavy topic. “Ate him?” You nod. “… It does that?”

You shrug. “I don’t really know what it does. I rarely used it, and when I did it was just to read. I used it once to transform just so I knew what that was like, but I’ve been trying to live like I don’t have a fruit for ten years. I don’t really know what it can do.”

Looking away from him you start to speak and stop a few times before sorting out what you wanted to say. Marco waited patiently, as he always did.

“It’s not: What if I killed your brother,” you finally explain. “It’s: What if he only died because I didn’t learn how to control my ability?”

Marco leans forward, wrapping his arms around you and letting you rest your head against his chest. His embrace is careful, gentle where it needs to be, and holding onto you as tightly as he dares to in the places he can. He kisses the top of your head, mindful of the cut that’s going to be healing for a few days yet, even if he tends to it every day.

“What you did brought you to me,” he says quietly. “Every choice, yoi. Whether Teach is alive or not doesn’t matter to me as much as your being here right now does.”

“But -.”

“You didn’t kill him.” Marco interrupts, leaning you both back so he can look into your eyes. “Whether the Library did, or we have to later, you’re not at fault.”

You know he’s trying to console you. You don’t doubt that he means what he’s saying, but the weight of it all is too heavy. You’ve done a lot to keep yourself alive, but you’ve never had to make such a choice. It’s never been a matter of someone else’s life or your own.

What gave you the right to put yourself above another? Teach had certainly done things you couldn’t see as being right, but by the letter of the law you were the one with a bounty on your head. Was it immoral for him to turn you into the Government? Was it immoral for you to want to live peacefully regardless?

Was the only way to answer that with someone’s death?

“There had to be another way!” You finally shout. Marco’s fingers slip between your own and you can feel the building turmoil inside you subside a little from the gesture.

“Wasn’t there?” You ask quietly. “Isn’t there?”

“There are always options, mi cielo.” His face is twisted with painful understanding, and he caresses your cheek with a warm hand. “Living is deciding what options you can live with.”

“I didn’t pick this, though.” You press your lips together, holding back tears of frustration.

“No, you didn’t. Teach did.” He insists, leaning down and kissing the tear that escapes your eye. “We’re heading to Drop Island later today.” He explains, kissing your forehead. “I’d rather you stay here, but-.”

“No one else can open the Library.” You interject, nodding and leaning against him.

“I don’t mind losing… ta’ someone like that.”

Teach’s words echo in your mind from the dream, that crooked smile burned into your senses. It was like he was at peace, like he knew that such was the possibility of his choices, and if he was going to die then at least he was dying in a way that didn’t bother him.

“I’d want to be there anyway.”

“Oh?”

You nod, staying tucked against him. “Whatever is decided, whatever’s happened or not, I want to face it with you.”

Marco rests his chin carefully on top of your head, keeping you close for a minute before re-bandaging your wounds. You’re both quiet as he works, and you don’t complain when he helps you get dressed. No matter how the day goes, it’s not going to be easy.

But at least you won’t be alone.

[emmanuellececchi]

The Last Tale of the Woodland

This story has been inspired by : a tag game, a song, a picture and someone who is very active in the Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit fandom. @sotwk I began writing it thinking about you and the story got out of hand. I also thank with all my heart @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras for her help, very beautiful suggestions and advices in editing this text.

So, here it is. For you, and others, to enjoy.

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Once upon a time there was a king, wise and loving. He had reigned supreme over his people in the dark forest for eons. In his heart there was only care for those under his wings and all he had ever wanted was to protect his land and his people.

But as time passed, the time of the king also passed. More and more humans were coming. And the knowledge of the woodland dwindled in their memories, until no one remembered who it was who lived there. Humans became bold, forgot their fears and encroached more and more on the border of the dark forest.

If at first the king, as benevolent and understanding as he was, had let the humans come within the border of his land, soon it became evident he couldn’t tolerate more. The humans’ activities were like a sickness, eroding the strength of the wood. The king fought back, the forest fought back, mysterious and dangerous. Old tales began to be remembered and, for a time, the forest was saved.

But not long enough, not for the lifetime of the Woodland king. But still he fought, to preserve his land for his people, to find a way to keep them from disappearing into the nothingness of everyday life.

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl and her name was Ava. She looked at the world with eyes full of wonder and amazement. One day, her parents went on vacation to a cottage. The whole valley was filled with small houses, separated by groves. It was charming. But on the side of the mountain and creeping towards the entrance of the valley, there was a dark forest.

In the past, it had been bigger, filling the entirety of the valley and even spreading farther. But now, it had been cut down, tree by tree, slowly. The old tales had been forgotten but an unease was still felt around the entrance of the forest. People would get lost if they entered the wood, some spoke about whisperings heard at night. But even then, people forgot how to respect the wood. It made the little girl sad.

Ava’s cottage was not far from the edge. Her parents were not unduly afraid of the trees and the shadows among them. They would sit in their small garden and listen to the songs of the birds. They would speak of the past, telling the old stories to little Ava who was listening to them, eyes wide and mouth open. They talked to her about the inner beauty of the dark forest and they told her to see past her fear.

In them, the old tales were alive but not those of terror. They spoke instead about a king, protecting his land. They spoke about the right of the forest to exist and thrive. Ava fell in love with the forest, the twisted trees, the dark and shadows, the voice of the wind, the sheen of green. She was heartbroken when they left at the end of summer. Ava’s parents promised her that they would come back, a sweet smile on their faces.

Year after year, they came, and little Ava grew up. And always she loved the forest. But with time passing, the yearning of her heart grew, little by little, until one day, she decided to visit the forest and see and hear for herself. Her parents were old now. They would still tell her of the old stories but more often than once, they would fall asleep amidst the tale.

That night, Ava waited for them to sleep, lulled into their rest by the sweet sounds of the wind and the trees whispering. Then, Ava crept out of the cottage and walked towards the trees. Little Ava that wasn’t so little anymore walked through the darkness and into the trees. Branches and roots barred the way but it didn’t matter. The forest needed to protect itself and she understood that. And so, carefully, with love and kindness, she walked through. It was dark. But Ava wasn’t afraid. The light of the moon lit her way.

There was a phosphorescence on the branches, small fireflies were darting around. The light was all around her even if it was faint. She could barely see but it was alright. She used her hands, and it felt as if she was caressing ancient limbs. And it felt as if they were enjoying her soft touch. She began whispering sweet and soft words, as if she was soothing some old friend. How long since someone had come into this wood with only love in their heart?

Then, Ava stopped. There was a brighter light further down the path, and for the first time she became afraid. The sweet songs of the trees she understood, the smell of earth and rotten leaves she loved, but this light was too bright and she wondered what was in it. Still, she wanted to know, curious about the heart of the forest. And so, with a prayer to the woods, she went on.

But she didn’t get far, for he was suddenly there in front of her. As if born of thin air, evoked by the forest, the king of the Woodland was here. For who could it be but the King, older than even the oldest tree. Impossibly tall, hair long and light as the moon, a crown of twigs and holly around his brows. His eyes, as blue as the purest ice, were looking at her. There was no warmth in them, but no hate either

She bowed, as she could feel that he was the power palpitating through everything in this forest, from the deepest roots to the highest leaves. And she looked upon him and her heart opened like a flower knowing it would be ephemeral. For what mortal could stand and endure in his presence? To see him was to see perfection and die after. And she wouldn’t mind. And still, she felt sadness. For the wood was dying, and he would disappear and all beauty would leave this world and her heart was desperate beyond words.

“What are you doing here, little girl?” His voice was like the sound of the ocean, deep and powerful. Ava shivered. “The forest is beautiful. I am sad to see it disappearing.”

The king looked into her heart. Ava could feel his eyes on her innermost thoughts and feelings, and she wondered if she would be found wanting. She thought about her parents, alone in their cottage. They would be sad if something happened to her. But still, she would not flee the king.

“Your eyes have seen much already. Tell me, child of humans, why are you here?” Ava hesitated, as she thought she had answered this already.

“I wanted to see the heart of the forest.” It was the truth. The king nodded. “The heart is for no mortals to see. You will leave and never come back, for the next time would be the last.”

Ava felt sad but not unduly surprised. She nodded.

“Then I will go back to my family. And I will share with them new stories of the wood to add to those they already told me.”

“You would share stories of the wood…?” His voice was far away and his eyes looked through her, as if she had become transparent. Then, taking something from the air, as if plucking a chord from an invisible harp, the king held out something in her direction.

Ava walked towards him and, after he nodded, took what he offered. It was a quill, made of a golden feather although she couldn’t place from which bird. The tip was of a silvery metal and it was light in her hand. She looked at this perfect object and then back at the king.

He said nothing but pointed out of the wood. She bowed and left. She didn’t turn back to see if he was still there. It wouldn’t be proper. Besides, she had a mission now.

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Ava began writing out the tales her parents had told her, tales of love, of magic, but she also began searching for other tales, those even older. Of the forest fighting, of the nightmare living in the forest at night, of the voices heard luring the innocent towards their loss.  Year after year, Ava searched for more. Not just stories, but knowledge as well.

The Woodland, known by many names, had a rich tradition, a source and origin of so many beautiful legends. And she took note of every one of them, each bit of knowledge she committed to memory and then wrote them down. And, sometimes, she would dream. Dream of the King, who would share some of his own stories and, in the morning, she would write them down as well.

After a while, she finished her first book and published it. People around the forest got curious and began reading, and soon the forest became a source of interest. Ava felt worried. Did she bring the end of her beloved forest by her actions?  But the people that had loathed it began to feel respect and awe. And as a source of culture, protecting it became a priority for many who lived nearby.

During those years, Ava married and had children. She kept going back to the cottage with her parents, and when time had called them back, still she went. First alone, then with her partner and finally with her children.

Never did she go back into the green shadows, for the king had forbidden it. The next time she would enter, it would be her end, and she had a mission to accomplish first. Over time, her children had children. She finished and published a second book. To her surprise, and pleasure, the people got together to transform the forest into a sanctuary. It would be protected and left alone.

Seeing the barriers surrounding the entrance, the boards signaling to stay away, Ava had smiled a secret smile. But she said nothing. It wasn’t for her to reveal what was in it. And maybe a time would never come for it to be revealed. Still, to see the old trees protected and even people petitioning to allow the forest to expand and grow again, was a balm on her tired heart. She felt her mission had been successful in a way that hadn’t been intended. But she was happy, even as time was passing.

Then, one day, they went back to the cottage, Ava and some of her children, and one of her grandchildren. They weren’t really fond of her stories. Having heard them all their lives, they were bored and couldn’t care less. But the smallest one, her granddaughter, had the same look of awe and wonder when watching the whole world. And so Ava told her many stories, even some that nobody else knew.

But time was trickling through her fingers, as is the law for all mortals, and one night Ava knew it was time for her to finally go back to the wood. She prepared everything and left her quill to her granddaughter. But when she began walking along the path that hadn’t seemed to change in all those years, she heard the small pitter patter of feet. Her granddaughter was following her.

She smiled. It was alright. She stopped and waited for the child. And Ava brought her with her and showed her the beauty of the forest, the spider webs glistening in the moonlight, the fireflies, the phosphorescence and then… The bright light of the heart, where the King lived, forever and ever, away from the mortal world.

Ava felt tired. She smiled, as she knew it was the end. She sat and took her grandchild to her chest.

“Do not be afraid, for soon I’ll be away. This is the end of the journey for me but not for you. You’ll have many things to do in life. Keep your child eyes, my sweet little leaf.” Then she fell asleep and the child sat at her side and began crying.

“Dry your tears, child, for the one you love is not far away.” And the child looked up and found the King of the Woodland, as mesmerizing as her grandmother had told her, with his blue eyes and hair like the moonlight. He came close to her grandmother, caressing the white hair of the old lady, and smiled with something akin to love. Then, with a strange flick of his wrist, something glittery came out of the body.

Soon, there was a glistening shadow by the king’s side and the child recognised the outline of her grandmother, but younger than she had been in life. The shadow smiled and waved, blowing a kiss in her direction. Then, she bowed to the king and left in the direction of the light, of the heart.

“And you, child, what do you wish? For your grandmother gave me great love without asking anything in return, and so a boon I would offer to you.”

The child looked at this power, feeling her heart swell in a love that was greater than what she could have imagined. She shook her head. Then, in a small voice, she said, “I hope I could write as well as her.” The king smiled and nodded.

“Then your quill is waiting for you in your grandmother’s house. And child? Know this. For the service rendered to me and my people by your grandmother, I’ll grant you this. When the path becomes too heavy in your life? Think of me. I’ll come to you and whisper in your dreams of things of the past and beauty untold. And when the time comes, come back to me and here you’ll have a place, as long as the woods live.”

The child bowed and began walking back to the edge of the forest. She heard a sound, and she knew then that the king was behind her. When they went out, she heard another sound and here, the king lay her grandmother’s body. Then, he put his hand on her head, as if blessing her, and smiled one last time before leaving through the wood.

The child stayed long, while the sun was slowly painting the sky pink and purple. Her family came out in alarm. But her face was calm and serene. They said she had been shaken, that she was mourning.  Indeed she was. But she said nothing, for she knew her grandmother was where she had always wanted to be. And that, one day, she would also go there, leave this world and join the King of the Woodland, to sing and tell stories of the Elden time, forever and ever at his side.

[hellfiresmanicfae]

Baby Wednesday accidentally getting lost in the woods with little Raven and she starts freaking out!!

This turned out to be a little more angsty than I was planning for it to be, but I hope it’s good. Also sorry it took me so long to reply to your ask I was having serious issues with energy and motivation.

This story is based off of posts made about vampravenwolf by @caitlynskitten, @rachelsfav-queer , and @stirthewaters

Lost and found

Today was one of those days where both Wednesday’s mommy and daddy were busy with work, and auntie Bianca had a prior engagement. Nobody was free to give the little raven the amount of attention she craved, so now it was up to her to keep herself busy and keep her mind from wandering into troubling places. Wednesday had been looking outside from the balcony in her room admiring all the colorful falling leaves coming from the trees in the woods on the outskirts of Nevermore campus when she got the bright idea that right now would be the perfect time to go explore the forest and bask in the cool autumn air. The tiny terror grabbed her best friend raven before making her way to each of her mommy and daddy’s respective offices to tell her each of them that she was heading out for a short walk in the woods. “Be careful okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you, and you need to be back before it starts getting dark, understand?” Enid said, slightly worried but she knew the small girl could handle herself, things aren’t like how they were last year, Jericho’s crime rate had significantly gone down. Still the colorful wolf couldn’t help but worry. Yoko had a similar response about the girl going out in the woods alone. “Stay safe and be back before dark” Yoko said giving her girlfriend a hug while sneakily slipping an air tag into the young ravens pocket, to track her, just in case of an emergency. With that Wednesday went out on her way to wander through the woods with the company of her raven.

Wednesday had reached the entrance into the abundance of trees, yellow red and brown leaves scattered the ground with some of the colored leaves still hanging onto branches. As she wandered through the forest a small dark figure caught her eye. As she got closer she noticed a raven that looked just like her best friend only this raven couldn’t hold a conversation with her, and that was not for lack of the little storm cloud trying. If she were in her older headspace she would have already known that the dark bird could not talk to her, however the young seer had regressed after about five minutes of wandering through the forest and jumping into leave piles. In her much younger her state of mind she had believed that If her best friend Raven could talk to her so could this raven. First she tried talking in English, then Italian, then Spanish and German and when none of those worked she tried to talk to the bird using the sounds that the raven was making to her. The bird then flew up and landed on her shoulder before taking flight deeper into the woods. Wednesday figured the raven must be telling her something and began to chase after it leading her to a part of the woods she had never been in. And worst of all she lost the dark bird that was supposed to be her new friend, not her best friend of course but nevertheless she felt betrayed by the flying raven.

“Uh oh” Wednesday said quietly looking all around her for something familiar, but it all just looked the same colorful leaves and many bare branches, nothing seemed to stick out to the regressed girl. As a single tear fell down Wednesday’s cheek lading on the plush raven in her arms, the young Addams best friend began to try to sooth her. “It’s okay Willa mommy and daddy will find you, they always do”. Wednesday then plopped onto the ground crying “I want mommy and daddy” the tiny terror began to cry harder. The fear of never seeing the people she loved again was the worst fear of all. Her mind began to wander to the scary places that she was trying to avoid by going on this walk. Many thoughts of never seeing her mommy and daddy again, what ifs of if they never find her or if they don’t even come looking. “They’re gonna come for you Wednesday, your mommy’s a wolf and is great at finding lost people and things, when you lost me in a store how did your mommy find me?” Raven asked. “She could smell you” Wednesday answered sniffling while trying to stop the tears. “See if your mommy can find me in a busy store, I bet she can find you out here” raven said proving quite a logical point. Even when regressed the seer couldn’t fight with her friend’s logic but she was still scared, just a little less so with her best friend by her side to make her feel okay. At least she wasn’t alone she thought she had Raven and hopefully mommy and daddy would find her soon.

Wednesday had been sitting on the same spot for over an hour and was starting to get hungry and tired. The sun had set and the air had gotten significantly colder. As the young girl laid down on the cold hard ground holding Raven close to her keeping her best friend safe in her arms. As the little Raven laid there the exhaustion began to catch up to her making eyes slip shut as she fall into a restless slumber.

Back at Nevermore Enid had begun pacing the room worried sick about their girlfriend, wondering if something happened and why she was not home yet. Yoko then slipped out of her office, “where’s Wednesday?” Yoko asked upon noticing that their girlfriend was not there. “IDK AND IM FREAKING OUT, WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED WHAT IF SHES LOST , WHAT IF SHES HURT” Enid said pacing the room even faster then before, panicking about all the possible reasons their little Raven had yet to return. Yoko walked over to the wolf stoping her in her tracks the vampire rests her hands upon Enid shoulders saying “ ‘nid relax it’s okay I took a precaution before she left and slipped an AirTag into her pocket we just need to check where she is and then we can go find her” . “Okay that’s good I’m sure she’s fine, right, please say right or I’m gonna freak out again” Enid said originally calming down before starting to panic again. Yoko pulled her colorful girlfriend into a hug while also pulling out her phone to check their little ravens location. The vampire looked at her phone over Enid shoulder. Enid pulled out of the hug asking “where does it say she is?” Enid questioned “it looks like she’s in the woods about 30 minute walk from here, and it says she hasn’t moved in an hour and a half” Yoko said. With that the two girls grabbed their coats and made their way to the woods.

The two girls wandered through the woods steeping over sticks and fallen branches, leaves crunching beneath their feet. “We’re almost there, it says she’s about five minutes away” Yoko said looking at her phone to make sure they stay on the right path. “ I really hope she’s okay” Enid said as she shivered from the cold air. After about four minutes of walking they could see a dark lump on the ground up ahead. “Oh god, is that Wednesday” Enid said in a worried voice before grabbing Yoko’s hand as she began to run to their girlfriend. As they got closer they say the little ravens sleeping figure with dried tear tracks down her checks as she clutched her Raven plush between her arms. Both Yoko and Enid knelt down lightly shacking Wednesday’s shoulder “baby” “little raven” “wake up” they said trying to get the small girl to wake up. Wednesday rubs her eyes whining at being woken up, her whining was soon cut short upon realizing her mommy and daddy were there. She then threw herself into the both of them “mommy, daddy I sorry didnt mean to not come home” the little raven cried just wanting to be held after that scary experience of being lost. “It’s okay little raven we were just worried, why were you sleeping in the woods?” Yoko questioned. “Got lost and I stayed here so I didn’t get more lost so you can find me, Raven said you’d find me”. Wednesday responded trying to stop the tears. “That was very smart of you little raven” Enid said addressing the regressed girl. “And thank you for helping our little raven, Raven” Enid said addressing Wednesday’s best friend. “Yoko wiped the tears from Wednesdays face while saying “that was scary huh” as Wednesday sniffled and nodded her head “it’s okay mommy and daddy got you, your okay now” Enid said giving the smaller girl a kiss on the head. Upon hearing that her mommy and daddy have got her and the reassurance that she was okay now she slipped deeper into her headspace letting out little babbles of incoherent words. “Let’s get you out of the woods and back to Nevermore” Enid said while picking the seer up and carrying her as the three make their way out of the woods and into the warmth that is their room.

[kakisocks]

Obikin Ao3 Rec List

So this is a huge list. It’s mostly Anakin centric so some of it is just platonic Obikin, and some of it is no romance at all.

As usual, if it doesn’t say not complete then its complete and if it doesn’t have pairings next to it then it’s either romantic or platonic Obikin. Please read the tags once you click on the fic, you too would have given up with warnings once you see the amount of fics on this list.

Happy Browsing :)

Fluff

Darling

fake it till you make it

sir that’s my emotional support force bond

Nor the Suns Themselves Brighter

a vacationers guide to being unexpectedly married

somewhere, this is truth

The Creche Master

put your money where your mouth is

let’s get your fingers tangled in my hair

come to cherish anew

To Hold You In My Arms

The Little Jedi (NO ROMANCE Anakin has been turned into a kid J )

you are the victim of your own anger

Flatmates

Died last night in my dreams

the expanse of forever

what they grow beyond

Moving

And The War Never Sleeps

Shades in the Desert

Thou Little Tiny Child

come on baby calm me down (you’re the only one who knows how)

status quo

even the rougher ones

seekers not saints

Dangerous Territories

On Hugs and Warm Blankets

A Jedi’s Cloak

cat’s in the cradle

yesterday’s jam

It’s Time

White Sand

Will You Shut Up?

Hauntingly (Lovingly)

A (Background) Picture’s Worth A Thousand Words

darling, dearest, beloved

Day 4: Different Path

The Melody Wakes the Heart

Face the Music

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Comes Out in the Wash

Waterproof

the road not taken

Next on the Agenda

The Road that Reaches

I need some sleep

Everything

Checking You Out

Travel Man, Reach for the Sky

throw out the window all your common sense

can you brave what you most fear

hyperfocus

Bitter Confessions

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

broken bones, thunder drums

Sweet Surprise

Taking care of baby

Benediction

sea to a desert

stay my fears (there in the dark)

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Smut

Like a supernova

Swear On It

This Was Obi-wan

So Special

safe and sound

Tangled Garlands

game plan

Better Living Through Lack of Chemistry

touch of heaven with a wild side

not until then

Equinox

Against The Wall

Patience, Anakin

bound up with you

put your hands on my cashmere sweater

Stay till dawn, I’ll give you the sun

eat, sleep, wake (nothing but you)

Murder Puppy (not complete)

Prompted | Obikin

then she lit up a candle (and she showed me the way)

Warm Blood

Some Things Never Change

Various Applications of Salves and Oils

Master

perfect decimals (Obi-wan / Anakin/ Qui-gon)

Temporary Like Achilles

if this isn’t nice, what is? (not complete)

Give them Blood

Cross-Wired

as holy as enchanted

The way he smiles at you

He Watched

what’s mine is yours is ours

For Your Pleasure

Find His Pleasure

Sticky

Tristitia

pretty bird and the wedding planner

Home Again

terribly inconvenient and incredibly terrific

Slow Learner

Convergence

A Different Sort of Knife (not complete)

Over Santa’s Lap

understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface

deception: epilogue

choose what is right, not what is easy

a lesson is learned is a lesson earned

use my body to break your fall

although it’s been said many times, many ways

Fourteen Days

radiance

afterglow

If you can be my master

All That We have

I will be keeping our memories

forgiving is easy when it comes to you

Just For Us

Equality

3%

Heat Haze

Triptyche of Love (Qui-gon /Anakin / Obi-wan)

pretty bird and the mob boss

How to Punish a Padawan

[Only] think of me (Padme / Obi-wan / Anakin)

Both (not complete)

Find a little stranger (Padme / obi-wan / Anakin)

pure uncomplicated love

Passion, Yet Serenity

notches

Anakin sucks

Like a fine wine

the force is my ally

Excessively Heated

Good Form

Redolent of you (not complete)

sail through the deep, the dark of space

such selfish prayer (and I can’t get enough)

The Same Cloth (in foreign stars) (not complete)

short shallow gasps

and when you look at me, the weight of how I feel is heavy on me

For He, too, is King

Heal Me, My Darling

Diversions

Conjunction

A Touch of Praise

Only Angel

Fill Me Up

Touch me Touch Me Touch Me

Kicks From Within

The Jedi and the tabby

Operatics

Crack Open (ObiAnidala)

Gold Collar

Parousia

Your One, Your Two

My Moon After the Tide

Poikilothermic

bled my eyes gold for you

Lights Off and My Chains On

Shattered Mirror

I think I could love you more

praise you

Just a simple touch

Here Without You Baby (not complete)

It’s How You Learn

Light Up the Trenches Where My Heart Lies

I’m Not All Right (But I’ll Be Ok)

Hidden Treasure

Two Hearts in Hand (Anakin / Savage Opress)

How Anakin Got His Groove Back (not complete)

Closed Doors

my beloved, how he shines

In the Heat of the Hour

Heat Simmer

Finally at Home

To Find the One

Inked

A Good Epithet

to touch the light, darkest

His name is Anakin and he is indeed a person (not complete)

Anakin’s Comfort

Silent Tears

Weight Keepin’ Me Down

Win Condition

Admire The Foliage

be careful not to choke on your admirations

Lifeblood

(Tell Me I’m) Still Beautiful

I smile at the moon (death is on my face)

It’s A Meet-Cute

The Emperor’s Padawan (not complete, ObiAnidala at a future date apparently)

I’ll Thank My Car

In Charge

Kidnap Victim is a Whore (not complete)

deep resonance

improper methods of scientific inquiry

needs must

make it hurt cuz we love it when it burns

pretty bird and the closest thing he has to a father

Experiments in Oracular Ecstasy

Of Fawns and Fangs

all the better to love you with

Waterlogged

Restraint

Furious than a Dragon

we repeat what we don’t repair

The Prince’s Storybook

what tomorrow may bring, what tomorrow may carry away

gift of life

Gifts of Love

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Whump / Angst

The places you will be from

Come to the jedi temple in the next ten minutes if you want an asskicking

starbird

I myself have torn myself to shreds (Anakin/Padme AND Obikin)

No Such Thing as Getting Out of Hand (TW: SH, not described how it happens, happy ending)

I can’t love you in the dark

Invictus

fading to black

fathers

Of love and Recordings (Major Character Death)

falling apart

More Than Anything (Major Character Death)

Kyber Tears

Fingertips

A Certain Point of View

love is a battlefield (not a one-night stand)

Break

Always the Last to Know

Negotiation (Dead Dove DO NOT EAT situation, read the tags before reading)

For the Republic (Anidala, not as blaringly though more focused on Anakin than anything else)

The Ever Unspoken

And now we are strange (Anidala is one-sided)

amort & amor

Seeing The Truth

will it feel like the end?

your silence is deafening

Disappointment

A Price Like No Other

That Never Wrote To Me

Find me (not complete)

The Consequences of a Crash

We should run after each other (and be with one another)

Don’t be afraid.

In Fire (obikin at the very end, very slow burn and if you don’t like gore don’t read because it’s basically the entire thing)

Signs of the past (not complete)

The Rubble of Our Sins

Add a Strophe to the Poem of the World

balance is found in the one who faces his guilt

without darkness there cannot be light

when we rescue others, we rescue ourselves

facing all that you fear will free you from yourself

the wise benefit from a second opinion

somewhere along in the bitterness (not really obikin at all)

unthinkingly

Chains Bound and Broken

Care, Trust, and the Force (of course)

Continuing to Live (When I Wanted to Die)

There Growing Horns

we’ll make it to the other side

bleeding all on my own

Sometimes the Worst Decisions have the Best Outcomes

Do not stand at my grave and weep (no romance)

Ghost of Tatooine (not complete, Anidala, no obikin but they are very good friends and padme is not in it yet)

infinite sadness

Deepest Rivers

Four Walls and Two Jedi

Together or Not at All

Don’t go blindly into the dark

Halfway from the curb to the doorway

Lullaby (major character deathS, count em, plural)

my love has known yours for so long (the stars couldn’t keep us apart)

Lost and Found

from a certain point of view

angels choking on their halos (Anidala and Obikin)

Second Chances

Revelations and the Overprotectiveness that Follows

If I Don’t Remember You Tomorrow

First, Do No Harm

For Want of a Slave

The Night Will Pass (ObiAnidala)

we were too close to the stars (I never knew) (Obikin and Anidala)

the price of freedom (Anidala, no obikin sorry fellas)

Bonded

let me sooth your frayed mind

to be made right

I’m Trying

The Fall of the Master

Keep Carrying On

The Devils in the Details

where you go I’m going, there is no me without you

Chancellor’s Son

where is it?

Shame

When You Cry

bare his neck on the execution block

give us something to celebrate

The Side Effects of Saving a Life

Take all the Courage you have left

Dragons of Life and Legend

May Death Find You Alive

we find ourselves in each other

Unchained Hearts and Homes

I’m Here

Peace in a Lifelong Fight

As You See Fit

The Hunt (technically Anidala but Padme is dead from the start)

Heights

false stars offer no light

about-face

Hearts Mighty, Skins Whole

Don’t Leave Me This Way

I Didn’t Want To Break

Anxious Little Apricot

The Force Wills It

To Be Human

sear me

Forget To Remember

One More for Good Measure

Lovelorn Flowers

abandon

Smoke signals

(feel like I die) ‘til I feel your touch

In Sacrifice, Peace

Mockingbird On Fire

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Redemption

A Mouthful of Ash

A Fistful of Stars (not complete)

falling up (it says not a complete series, but it reads like it’s complete)

Torn Apart, Torn Asunder (not complete)

tender like a bruise (not complete)

The Jedi Child

Afterlife (not complete)

From Darkness he Came, But Light He Chose

A Plea from the Lost to the Found

a compelling argument

You’re Still In There

Krayt’s Son

all the words you do not speak

After the Night When I Wake Up

Waiting for the Light

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Miscellaneous

take my hand, have my soul

Embers: a Soulmate AU

Reading Into Things (ObiAnidala)

One touch and I Ignite

Star Crossed

The light of your beloved face (not complete)

In Pursuit of Cold Water

Against All Odds (not complete)

The World Undone

CT-Skywalker

Let me be that I am (not complete)

Sun Kissed (not complete, but it basically is)

Hourglass (not complete, but also basically complete)

with forever time (not complete)

Balance

The Will of The Force (not complete)

in an endless universe (not complete)

I Feel Like a God Right Now

The Garden

To Help Carry the Weight of These Wings (not complete)

the kids aren’t alright (Anidala AND Obikin)

It’s Not a Rule if You Don’t Try ad Break It

If You Can’t Break the Rules, Buck the System

A fool at heart

the kind that was burned first

Loves Me Like A Rock

Time and Tide (not complete)

Haunting (no romance)

encode (not complete)

Possession

Stars Above: Obikin Week 2018

Across the Darkness (Anidala and Obikin)

A Fateful Meeting

asked for and received (prompt fills) (not complete)

when the night is over

I’m Right Here (not complete)

One Lone Candle (not complete)

Rebel With a Cause

Desert Child

Wish upon a star

Till Human Voices Wake Us

Moonlight Serenade (not complete)

The Case of Republic V. Skywalker

Unconscious Design

Shifting the Blame Around

Mace Windu Fixes the Timeline ,,, And Breaks it in Whole New Ways

no other faith is light enough for this place

for blue skies

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Basically Novels

Needing/Getting

Lex Talionis

Mother

“That’s it, we’re out”

Second Chances

Open Skies

Conceal Me What I Am

Only You

Wait for It

The Same Hope

Choose your words

The Middle Path

Hunting the Homeward Light

Icarus Rising

A Jedi’s Secrets

Dark Courts Light

Under The Four Moons

[bool-prop]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!

Thanks for the tag, @anamoon63! I didn’t know who to do this for, so I spun a wheel lol. Damien is up. If I get another one of these, I’ll do my other boy.

What uncommon/common fear do they have? He has Thalassophobia, thanks to a near-death experience as a child.

Do they have any pet peeves? Being teased in general. He was bullied a lot, growing up.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? A cell phone, a laptop, and books.

What do they notice first in a person? If they’re funny and laid back or serious.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? His tolerance is an 8. Unless he’s transforming, he can handle pain relatively well.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Flight. He only fights if he absolutely has to but will definitely try to find a way out first.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? While he doesn’t come from a big family, he is a family person. He loves his son, daughter, and brother. His parents still have a while to get back in his good graces.

What animal represents them best? Wolf. Probably saw that coming, but it’s because of how dedicated they are to taking care of their pups. Damien is that way about his children.

What is a smell that they dislike? Burnt wood. It irritates his senses, which are heightened.

Have they broken any bones? From childhood to adulthood, he’s broken two. An arm and a leg.

How would a stranger likely describe them? A delinquent and an idiot, because he is a daredevil and tends to do stupid stuff just for the heck of it. He knows he will heal quickly, and his curse makes it hard for him to die.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Night owl. His live streams can last late into the night and he’s fine. But don’t try to wake him in the morning, unless you’re one of his kids.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He loves strawberry flavors and hates orange flavors.

Do they have any hobbies? He considers being a streamer a hobby, despite it being more like a job. He still plays guitar too.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He’ll jump and have a little anxiety first, but once he sees what’s going on, he’s either excited or scared. It depends on the surprise.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Yes. He wears bracelets, rings, and if they count as jewelry, piercings.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Messy, but good enough for a reader to understand.

What are two emotions they feel the most? Excitement and fear.

Do they have a favorite fabric? Nothing specific. If it’s soft, he likes it.

What kind of accent do they have? None.

I'm going to tag: @nocturnalazure, @dandylion240, @treason-and-plot, @drawing-way-outside-the-lines, @faeriefrolic and anyone else who wants to do this.