#oooh look I finally wrote something

[gumnut-logic]

Coping

This is a short scene inspired by @knyee​ ‘s painting of Virgil painting on the floor. I hope you don’t mind me bouncing my inspiration off your amazing artwork :D

I haven’t written in weeks and I had a doozy of six day working week, the last two days embellished by three migraines (yay), so quality is questionable. Let’s just say I sought the refuge of Tracy bros when feeling crappy.

Many thanks to the amazing @gaviiadastra​ for the read through when I finally finished this tiny fic. You are wonderful to me.

Anyways, less blabbering about me and more FishTank!

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Gordon sipped at his recently constructed Tracy Sunrise mocktail, complete with a slice of candied lemon and mandatory umbrella, as he climbed the stairs into the comms room.

He and Virg were back from a successful rescue in England. Part of an ancient, like really ancient, two story cottage had half collapsed on its tenants.

Virgil had muttered something about stressors and mortar and age, most of which had gone over Gordon’s head as engineer technobabble, but John had agreed and thrown them all the numbers.

They had been in the area after pulling a sub out from under the ice in what was left of the Arctic ice sheet, so a quick drop in on the way home was easy.

The elderly couple had been saved. Their dog had gone missing for a moment or two, but Rover had gotten himself found by Gordon and all family members had reunited at the local ambulance with little more than a scratch or two each.

Couldn’t ask for a better result.

John sent them home and into the darkness of night time and what was likely to be a quick debrief when Scott got back from Australia.

Gordon had been tempted to drop in on Penny along the way, but apparently she was in Russia.

He didn’t ask why.

So home, a quick sandwich in the kitchen, and a tropical mocktail to shake the cooler climates out of his soul.

“Virg, you gotta try this.”

There was no answer from the lounge.

Gordon frowned. His big brother was nowhere in sight. He coulda sworn…“Virg?”

The familiar clink of a paintbrush being rinsed in a water glass just as Gordon approached the lounge…and there he was.

Virgil sat on the floor in his pyjamas, painting. It was hit or miss as to whether there was more paint on him or the canvas sheet he had spread on the floor.

Grandma was not going to be happy about that.

But…”How on Earth have you managed to get into such a mess so quickly? We only got home half a hour ago, and most of that was shower.”

Virgil grunted and didn’t even bother to look up at him.

Okay, immersed in what he was doing. Don’t prod the bear when focussed.

Instead Gordon sat himself down on the couch beside his brother and sipped quietly on his drink.

Gordon had to admit that he quite enjoyed watching his brother work. Brotherly ribbing aside, Gordon was quite proud of what his brothers were capable of and Virgil was great spectator sport.

Paint came out of tubes and was dabbed onto the canvas to create all kinds of interesting things.

Today it appeared Virgil was painting a flower of some kind. There was pink and green…a rose?

Virgil was known for painting flowers, after all, they had plenty on the Island to play with, but roses weren’t the typical.

“A rose?”

Virgil didn’t even look up at him. “Has thorns.” It was muttered absent-mindedly, and as Gordon peered closer he realised he had been a little mistaken.

The figure on the canvas sheet had its origins in a pink rose, but as his brother laid down more colour, it morphed into something closer to Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors. What the-?

His brother sketched in teeth and the painting snarled despite its pinks and soft greens.

Gordon frowned. “You okay?”

Another grunt from his brother only had Gordon frowning harder. Virgil obviously had a bee in his bonnet.

But then the lighting caught a particular shade of pink that screamed cloudy day reflecting off scattered petals amongst fallen brickwork.

Thorns.

There had been a climbing rose on that cottage. Virgil had said something about accumulated growth and the weakening of ancient mortar…

“We saved them, Virg, no one was hurt.” He reached out and placed his hand on tight shoulder muscles.

His brother sighed and sat back, just touching Gordon’s knee. “I know.” He rolled his shoulder, brush still in hand, and the joint cracked.

Gordon winced. “Maybe we should skip debrief-“

“No, no.” Another sigh. “Gotta get it out.” The last word faded as Virgil returned to painting his devilish floral creation.

Gordon just sat and watched his brother. Gordon could see desperate swim strokes in Virgil actions, that need to work it out of the system. He could understand.

Scott wasn’t going to be happy. But then Scott was never happy when a brother wasn’t one hundred percent. But they all had their coping mechanisms, both the gym and the Tracy Island trails could vouch for that when Scott needed to do the same.

Virgil’s method was just a little different-

(The plant monster now had dripping fangs)

-if a little terrifying.

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[joequiinn]

The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 4

[chap three] | [all chapters here] | [chap five]

summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to it…

notes & tropes: fem reader, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, minor revenge plot, not-quite-enemies-to-lovers

a/n: Oooh lads, here we are again! I was going to save this chapter for tomorrow, but I'm having a bad day, so I decided to treat all of us with an update today! Not too much happens in this chapter, however, it still charmed me very much, and I'm the one who fucking wrote it lol. As always, enjoy and let me know what you think!

taglist: @costellation-hunter @daisyridleyss @damon-loves-pie @damp4eddie @delilaaahhh @kthomps914 @lotrefcp @marrowfrog00 @mewchiili @munsonssweets @no-bueno-writer @rach5ive @sav12321 @steeldaisies

wc: 4.0k

Chapter Four

“What the hell?” Amelia hisses while practically slamming down her lunch tray. You looked up at her with feigned ignorance, your eyes cool as you took both her and Janet in. You’d once again attempted sitting at your new lunch table, the same dorky couple sharing it with you, amongst a few of their friends. Although the group briefly eyed you, they’d been ignoring you for the past few minutes. That is, until your friends showed up.

“What?” You asked before turning your attention back to your food.

“You know what.” Amelia insisted, staying on her feet with an irate look. You were shocked she even dared to come out here in no man’s land to talk to you for a second time. Janet, submissive as ever, stayed back, looking between you both with worried eyes, “Did you hit your head or something? Why are you suddenly so interested in Munson?”

Annoyance jaded your features. You settle your glaring eyes on Amelia, your voice just as accusatory as hers, “Why does it matter?”

She scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the word, “Because he’s a loser. What’s everyone gonna think if they keep seeing you two together? You already made a scene this morning, they’re already talking.”

You shrugged, far too nonchalantly for Amelia’s taste, as you spoke around a bite of food, which was actually your way of hiding the glee you felt knowing that people were already talking about you and Eddie, “Does it matter? Does any of this shit matter?”

“Of course it does.” Janet finally chimed in, her voice calm compared to Amelia, “You could get yourself in trouble hanging out with someone like him.”

You rolled your eyes before shooting her a condescending look, “When have I ever gotten in trouble for literally anything?”

“It’s bound to happen eventually.” Amelia countered, and you finally dropped your fork to look at them both, your frustration growing.

“If it bothers you so much,” You start, your tone cold and direct, as non-emotional and harsh as you could manage, “start hanging out with someone else. Start hanging around Duncan, for all I care. We have loads of other friends who I’m sure won’t do something as stupid as talking to a boy.”

Amelia rolled her eyes at the way you mocked them, familiar with the tone of voice you were using. She’s heard you use it at least half a dozen times before when you two had gotten into stupid arguments in the past.

“Look, whenever you’re done PMSing or whatever, you’ll see where we’re coming from.” With a finite look on her face, Amelia picked up her lunch tray again and headed off back to her familiar, comfortable lunch table. Janet gave you an apologetic look before scurrying off a moment later.

You should be upset. And, yes, a part of you was irritated by the conversation, and yet, a large smile spread across your face - you didn’t anticipate that you’d piss Amelia off so quickly and acutely. You two have fought a number of times before considering how easily your personalities could clash, but this felt like you actually accomplished something. Your plan was already working wonders, despite your continued doubts.

As you went back to your quiet lunch, you couldn’t help but watch your group of friends from afar, mostly in irritation, although you felt a mild pang of loss in your chest. They all looked so happy, so at ease with one another, and a part of you suddenly missed that feeling. But you knew you were just being nostalgic, because you wouldn’t feel any of those things if you sat with them - you wouldn’t feel happy or at ease, rather you’d feel annoyed and tense.

Yet you couldn’t help but that bit of sadness you felt at the sight of them.

Even Duncan, that asshole, looked cheery as he shared a laugh with the guys, clapping one of them on the shoulder. You couldn’t help but glower at the sight of him. Diverting your attention, your eyes began to scan the lunch room, wondering where exactly Eddie and his band of rejects sat. You’d never noticed before considering that it didn’t matter in the past, but it was probably a good idea to start keeping track of these types of things. 

You eventually found the gaggle of geeks, watching as they excitedly conversed. The mean-spirited part of you made a judgmental face, assuming they were talking about D&D or the arcade or something else equally as nerdy. After a few moments of taking in the group as a whole, you found yourself studying Eddie’s face, taking in his ever-changing expression; he didn’t seem to notice you watching him, which gave you a better chance at observing him.

Eddie was always theatrical, you realized, always throwing his arms around as he spoke or raising his voice for particular emphasis. You found it strange just how big his communication style was, especially considering how tightly wound you always were. Where he had his exaggerated movements and his dramatic tones, you had your tight motions and controlled voice. Just thinking about how different he was dared to give you a headache, and you caught yourself wondering what the hell you’d be in for once you two moved your fake relationship along.

Eventually, Eddie seemed to sense eyes on him, because his gaze found yours curiously. You raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was able to see the movement from halfway across the cafeteria; when he made a face in return, you figured he noticed. He, too, raised both brows as if in question, nudging his head ever so slightly - it appeared that he was asking you to join him, but you couldn't be sure if that’s what he meant. Nonetheless, you shook your head at him, deciding that you were enjoying your quiet lunch and that you weren’t quite ready to put up with his group of loser friends for even five minutes. Regardless of whether or not you wanted to, you knew you’d get to that point eventually. Eddie gave a shrug of his shoulders, as if silently saying “suit yourself;” and although he turned his gaze back to his friends, you two continued stealing glances for the remainder of your lunch break.

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Come Wednesday morning, Amelia wasn’t waiting for you at your locker. No one was except for Janet, who looked tense before she spotted you walking towards her. She tried to put on a brave face once you two met eyes.

You figured this meant Amelia wasn’t planning on talking to you anytime soon. Good. As for the rest of the group, it didn’t matter to you either way. Although, it was still surprising to see Janet here by herself - she must’ve been sent by Amelia.

As you approached, Janet gave you a sheepish wave. You couldn't help the familial smile you gave her - she was a much easier person to get along with than most others in your circle.

“How long before Amelia talks to me this time?” You jested with a mean quality to your voice.

Janet didn’t appear to be amused by it, though, as she responded, “She’ll hold out forever if she feels like it.”

You huffed out a laugh while opening your locker, “Good point. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

You two were silent for a few long moments as Janet nibbled at her thumb nail and you moved belongings between your bag and your locker.

“What’s going on with you this week?” She finally asked, out of curiosity, rather than with judgment. Nonetheless, you shot her a look, to which she quickly waved her hands as if to calm down whatever bitchiness was about to stir up in you, “No no, I’m not trying to be mean. It’s just… you’ve been weird since school started.”

So, Janet noticed. You wondered if anyone else had. Maybe they’d all been ignoring it, but now that Eddie was in the mix they couldn’t keep that up anymore.

You shrugged as the pair of you began the trek through the halls to your respective classes, your answer noncommittal, “‘Weird,’ huh?”

Janet watched you as if she was waiting for you to elaborate, before sighing and asking, “Is there something going on? Like, something you need to talk about?”

You laughed without thinking, a mean and dismissive sound even to your own ears, “Yeah right.”

Hurt flashed across Janet’s face, her tone clearly different than it was a moment before, “Geez, sorry I asked.”

“Just stop worrying about it, alright?” You insisted with harshness, your eyes cold as you looked over at her.

With a resigned expression, Janet dropped her head and sighed, muttering as she walked away, “Yeah, whatever…”

It briefly struck you that maybe you didn’t have to be so bitchy all the time. But, then again, you didn’t really know how to be anything else.

Your day went on as usual from that point. You discussed a boring book in first period, you wasted time in second period, and once third period rolled around, a vague excitement struck you as you remembered that that was the one class you shared with Eddie. You should not have been excited at that thought, not in the slightest, and yet it added something interesting to your otherwise stupid and monotonous day.

When you entered the classroom, Eddie was already there, sitting at his usual desk in the back corner, looking bored despite class not even starting yet, drumming his pencil absently on his desk. As you approached and he spotted you out of the corner of his eye, he sat up a little in his seat, a nearly cute smile crossing his lips. Once you reached his side, the kid next to Eddie glanced up at you curiously, to which you made a face; meanwhile, Eddie just appeared surprised that you were the one to initiate conversation.

“Didn’t see you this morning.” You started simply, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I was late.” He shrugged lazily before giving you a conspiratory look, “What, were you waiting for me?”

You narrowed your eyes a little at his teasing, responding in a flat tone, “Oh, I was absolutely heartbroken.”

“Figured.” Eddie grinned widely, to which you responded with a subtle smile.

You turned away and went to your desk in the second row, surrounded by other students who were part of your usual circle of acquaintances. While waiting for class to start, you looked around the room, your gaze unintentionally drifting back towards Eddie. You studied him for a few moments before a decisive look graced your features and you abruptly stood back up. The movement caused a couple of people to glance your way, but otherwise no one cared.

You walked to the back of the room, turning your attention on the boy sitting next to Eddie, who awkwardly looked between you and his desk as if he were nervous under your gaze, as if he feared looking you in the eye.

“Move.” You say harshly. He looks at you in surprise and confusion, to which you raise a curved brow as if challenging him to defy you, “Move.”

You didn’t have to repeat yourself again. With a surprised scoff, he collected his things and migrated to the next available seat, which was sure to throw off the entire seating arrangement of the class for the day. As you plopped down at the desk next to Eddie’s, he laughed halfheartedly, his expression just as surprised as the other boy’s.

“Jesus, you are mean.” He states, although his eyes seem to show at least a hint of appreciation. You shrug, pulling your notebook and pencil from your bag.

“Well, I wanted to sit here.”

“Ever heard of the word ‘please?’” Eddie teased, shaking his head at you. You gave him a look out of the corner of your eye, refraining from talking back.

As the bell rang and the stragglers migrated in, people began to notice your change of seat. Some people looked at you strangely, others with disapproval, and the rest just didn't seem to notice or care at all. Hell, even your teacher had to pause and search for you during attendance, realizing you weren’t at your usual desk. Her vague hum of disapproval was enough to get a few students to shoot glances your way. As if in response, Eddie stretched his leg across the aisle to rest his foot on the metal basket beneath your seat.

Math class came and went, and as you walked out of the room, Eddie followed right alongside. As you led the way to your next class, Eddie playfully bumped your shoulder with his, which was starting to become a common thing between you two already, a quick way for him to break the rules you laid out for him.

You glanced up at him with a raised brow, “Yes?”

Eddie shrugged, looking falsely nonchalantly, causing you to narrow your eyes in confusion and perhaps mild annoyance. The playfulness wasn’t something you were accustomed to, nor did you think you ever would.

“You gonna sit with us at lunch?” He asked, to which you pulled a face, causing him to laugh without amusement, “I take it that’s a ‘no.’”

“I didn’t exactly factor your friends into this plan.”

Eddie looked nearly amused, but also perhaps a touch critical, “What did you factor in?”

You made a face, but he continued to simply look down at you with a slight grin. You sighed in response, chewing the inside of your cheek with thought.

“I guess we need to come up with some more rules.”

“Do I get to make some this time?” Eddie joked.

You rolled your eyes smally, “I’ll allow it.”

“Then I guess it’s a date.” You paused momentarily to look up at him with narrowed eyes.

“You still have to actually ask me out, that doesn’t count,” The pair of you reach your biology classroom, so you pause outside the door. “I’m expecting those flowers and balloons, you know.”

“I’m sure you are.” Eddie mocked, that damned grin still across his lips.

Students brushed past you to enter the classroom, and you briefly wondered if Duncan - who you shared this class with - was already here, if he had noticed the two of you. But you didn’t dare to look into the classroom, because just your luck he’d figure you were looking for him. But as that thought crossed your mind, you took a small step closer into Eddie’s personal space, putting on your best look of interest as you stared up at him. Eddie first appeared flustered and confused, but he quickly brushed it off as he seemed to slowly realize what you were doing.

“You’re not half bad at this, you know,” Eddie teased, his eyes shining as he said in a slightly lower voice, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost believe you liked me.”

Despite yourself, your cheeks warmed a little, but you hoped that it wasn’t obvious. Or maybe you did want it to be obvious. There was just something about Eddie’s tone that threw you off your rhythm, and you mentally kicked yourself for it.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” The flirty expression on your face juxtaposed your flat tone, and Eddie’s face looked almost wicked in response.

“No, that’s supposed to be your job.”

You had to pull your eyes away from Eddie’s - you had absolutely no interest in him, but this performative flirting was starting to mess with you a little. That’s something you’d have to work on as well, because you didn’t need this plan to confuse you one bit.

You didn’t realize how long the two of you had been standing in the hallway, as the ring of the fourth period bell nearly startled you. You found Eddie’s eyes again, giving him as cute a smile as you could muster.

“Go before you land yourself in detention.” You instructed; Eddie grinned widely while shaking his head.

“I practically run detention.” He, again, brushed his fingers along the small of your back as he moved past you, holding your eyes as you watched him go, “I’ll catch you later.”

You gave a small wave before dipping into the classroom, eyes roaming over everyone as you walked to your seat. You caught Duncan looking at you knowingly.

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By Friday afternoon, Amelia was over your spat earlier in the week, insisting that you sit with them at lunch, to which you begrudgingly agreed after she kept pestering you. Well, maybe she wasn’t entirely over it - her snide little comments throughout the week made that abundantly clear. But, just as most teenagers do, she chose to pretend it didn’t happen and go on with life as usual. She ignored the little glances Eddie would shoot you in the hall, the little knowing looks you two shared, and you didn’t mention your new seat next to him in math class.

After classes ended for the day, you were amongst a group of students lingering in the parking lot, everyone discussing that night’s football game and other upcoming plans for the weekend. You actually managed to hold a half-decent conversation with a couple of the cheerleaders and a boy you once upon a time had a crush on back in freshman year; that never went beyond making out drunkenly a couple times at parties. Nearby, Duncan entertained a group with some story that probably wasn’t as interesting as everyone acted; he hadn’t acknowledged you this entire time, and had made it a point of ignoring you since Wednesday.

The group seemed to be in agreement that they’d all go out after the football game, and of course it was presumed that meant everyone, including you. You avoided saying anything on the subject so you wouldn’t be held accountable for it later.

At some point in your conversation, your former crush made a puzzled face at something past your shoulder. You mirrored his expression curiously, looking behind you to see what caught his attention.

Eddie was approaching the group. You had to give him credit, it was ballsy to come up to a dozen popular kids as the guy who was almost universally hated in this school. In that moment, you appreciated Eddie’s confidence and lack of fear.

You decided you’d rather spare yourself the headache of everyone ganging up on Eddie, so stealing a glance at the group, you slid off the hood of the car you sat on, walking away from them without another word. As you met him halfway, Eddie gave you a devilish grin, his eyes drifting from you to the crowd of kids just beyond your shoulder. You raised your brow challengingly at him, but managed a small half-smile at his presence.

You briefly wondered what they were all thinking, what they were all saying. You hoped it was nothing good at all.

“They sure look happy to see me.” Eddie commented, casually sliding his hands in his pockets with a lazy grin once you two came together.

Just like you’ve been working on, you stood closer to Eddie than you would have liked, giving a performance even as your back was turned to all of your friends and acquaintances. You needed to be convincing at all times, so you tried to think about all the little details that would suggest you were interested in Eddie, even if no one could see your face - leaning in as you spoke, twiddling your fingers, etc.

“So, are you asking me out now?” You tilted your head to one side as you asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

A small huff escaped Eddie’s nose, “You’re a real romantic, you know that, princess?”

“Aren’t I just?” You taunted, eyes narrowing.

Keeping his face cool, Eddie leaned forward so you were nearly eye level with one another, a smirk still resting on his lips as he responded in a prodding tone, “I’m going to ask you out now. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

You made a face at his mocking tone, but nodded nonetheless, staring at him impatiently. Eddie put on an extra charming smile for the audience inevitably watching your interaction as he stood back to his full height.

“Then in that case,” He paused to eye you up and down with an expression you’d never seen on his face before - if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve bought it, and you nearly flushed at that thought. Eddie projected his voice, not so loud that it was obvious, but just enough that some of your friends were certain to hear him, “So, what do you say? Let me take you out tonight, anywhere you want.”

“Tonight?” You asked with actual surprise while Eddie smiled at you with a charming look on his face.

“Unless you have something better going on.” Eddie taunted while stealing a glance at the group behind you, his expression growing almost too cocky considering that you both knew that you couldn’t say “no.”

You were certain the group was watching your conversation unabashedly, if Eddie’s attentive eyes were anything to go on. You traced your tongue along your lower lip as you drew out the moment just as Eddie had done to you before. When it seemed that you were taking too long, his gaze flicked back down to you.

“I really hope you don’t have something better going on.” He added as if he were getting nervous, as if this was real and the feeling of rejection was creeping up on him. You raised your brows tauntingly, your expression a little mean, and Eddie realized you did this on purpose. He just had to refrain from letting his impatience show on his face.

You finally show him mercy, adding a flirty smile despite the fact that your friends still couldn’t see your face, “Anywhere I want, huh?”

You could practically feel the impatient exhale that escaped Eddie, his eyes showing the slightest bit of annoyance at you. But he kept that charming grin in place.

“Anywhere.”

“Then it’s a date.” Your tone is a little brighter as you try to convey excitement.

You turn back in the direction of the group so that you could walk to your car, Eddie coming up alongside you. Your stride is confident despite all eyes on you, and you can see some of them whispering to one another. As you breeze past with Eddie beside you, you see Duncan shaking his head in disbelief, while another friend makes a harsh comment about Eddie.

“Pick me up at 7,” You start to instruct, letting your cool eyes look over the crowd of popular kids, “figure out if any good movies are showing, I’m craving popcorn.”

Once you two reach your car, you lean your rear back against the driver door while looking up at Eddie who now had his back to the group. You almost enjoyed the reversal, as you were able to catch every small glance sent your way by Amelia, Janet, and everyone else; now you could see just how harshly everyone had been staring at you before.

You whispered, forcing Eddie to stand a little closer, “We’re not actually going out tonight, I have something going on.”

“Damn,” Eddie teased with a false grin, “you got my hopes up.”

“But we do need to make plans soon,” You continue, ignoring his sarcasm, “We have to figure out how this is going to work.”

“And it’d be nice if your fake boyfriend actually knew anything about you.” Eddie added, to which you made a face despite knowing he had a point. A curious look crossed his face, as if what you said about having plans just a moment ago was finally setting in, “So… what do you have going on tonight?”

“Not telling.” You answer simply as you give him a wicked grin. Your eyes trail back to the group of your former friends for a split second, and in an impulsive act of defiance, you lean up to kiss Eddie on the cheek, his barely-there stubble tickling your lips. You pulled back with a flirty look, desperately fighting the impulse to make a face at the physical contact that you just initiated, “We’ll talk next week, Munson.”

[vividraft]

a soft inconvenience ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - where they are magically turned into pets, and you have to turn them back ⋆·˚ ༘ *

⇢ ˗ˏˋ characters: Scar, Jinhsi, Changli

⇢ ˗ˏˋ readers gender not specified !

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important note: I struggled a lot with writing Scar, because he is very yandere-ish, and Changli because I don't know her personality that well...

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: I wrote this in the middle of the night, because my insomnia wouldn't let me sleep... hope this is okay anyways!

masterlist

You’re a well renowned magician in Huanglong. You have dealt with pretty much every spell and curse in the book, and yet it still hits you by surprise, when one day a very unexpected person crosses your way. And not as their usual self, but as an animal, that fit’s them a little too well. 

Scar: 

“So I know this is funny and all, but I would really like to be turned back now…”, Scar sulked on your couch, while all you could do was laugh at the little red and white cat sitting in front of you. 

When you heard commotion from your front door, you quickly rushed out to see what it was. Yet when you opened a door, all you could see was a cat in the middle of some knocked over vases, looking at you innocently and expectantly. 

“I was trying to knock, I’m pretty new to being a cat you know”, Scar argued. 

You obviously understood the seriousness of the situation, and the fact that there was someone out there who was turning people into animals was something that had to be dealt with quickly. Turning someone back into their original state was also not something that was hard for you, but you wanted to use this situation a little to your advantage. 

And apparently Scar was starting to have his fun as well. 

“Hey- Scar get off the windowsill you’re gonna knock down-! My decorations…”, you will definitely make him pay you for those. 

“Wait! Not the flowers! Scar!!”, now he was really enjoying himself. 

“This is what you get for laughing”, if he wasn’t a cat right now, he would definitely have his annoyingly smug smile on his face. 

At this point you were chasing him around the house, unable to catch up to him. He was jumping around like he had been a cat his whole life, and you thought you were never able to catch him. Until you did. 

“Hey! Let me down! I wasn’t- ooohhh…”, Scar was suddenly real quiet when you started crawling him between his ears. Just like you would treat any other cat. 

You sat down on the couch with your new cat in your lap, and to your surprise, Scar even started purring! 

You would never let him live this down. 

“Oooh yeah right there…”, the red cat was basically melting in your lap, unaware of how you were already slowly turning him back into his human form. 

After just a few more minutes, you had a now human-form Scar lying with his head in your lap, and at that, you finally stopped crawling his head. 

“Hey, why’d you stop?”, Scar opened his eyes, just to see that he had his arms and legs back. 

He sat up, confused and presumably embarrassed. 

“You owe me one”, you giggled. 

Suddenly he laid back down in your leg. 

“Keep petting me, I didn’t say you could stop”

“Hell no get off my lap I have other things to do. You’re not as cute anymore”, you replied, pushing him off. 

“Nooooo pleaseeee I’ll do anything just pet meeeee!!!”

Great, now you have a big kitty crying in your living room. 

Jinhsi: 

It was a pretty warm day, and just to get some fresh air into your house, you opened a window. You would have expected anything, except for a swan to come flying into your house, almost hitting you in the face. 

A clumsily flying swan was something you had never seen before, usually they were very graceful fliers. Although most swans also don’t fly into other peoples homes. 

“y/n I need you help”, the swan sounded like it was on the verge of tears. 

“Wait- Jinhsi?!”, the realization struck you like lighting. The not-so-graceful swan in front of you was Jinhsi! 

“Yes it’s me! Iwastransformedintoaswanandidontknowbywhoand-”, the words were flooding out of here, incomprehensible and absolutely unstoppable. 

“Woah, okay Jinhsi calm down. Don’t worry we can fix this. It’s not the first time I have turned somebody from an animal into a human… or the other way around”

“Really? Thank you y/n, thank you-!”, her wings were flapping like crazy, and it was like she had absolutely no control over her own body.

You had to sit down on the floor next to her to reach her height. Never have you thought about how much a swan fits Jinhsi as an animal. Whoever had turned her into a swan knew which animals to associate with which people. You also needed to have a word with them though. 

“Okay Jinhsi I need you to calm down for this though okay?”

“O-okay”, Jinhsi tried to sit down next to you, but it looked a little clumsy. She really did not belong into the body of a swan. 

“Just relax, and lean against me”, you started petting her head, and she really seemed to relax at your touch. 

“This is not going to take long don’t worry I will fix this”, your soothing voice was indeed making Jinhsi a little sleepy. She should really take more breaks from her work. She wishes she could, but for now, your touch and your soothing voice were enough for her to take a break. 

Before she knew it, she was already back in her human form, eyes still closed, and her head on your shoulder, sitting next to you on your kitchen floor. 

It hurt you to ‘wake her’ from her utterly relaxed state, but she should know that she had been transformed back. 

“Hey Jinhsi, you’re back in your normal state”, Jinhsis eyes fluttered awake, and her head abruptly lifted from your shoulder. 

“Thank you so, so much y/n, I will pay you back with whatever you need!”, she said standing up, and you got up as well. 

“Personally, I don’t need anything, I’m content with everything I have- unless…”, an idea formed in your mind. 

“It would make me very happy if you would stay a little longer, just to relax. You seem a lot like you need a break from all your duties. Would it be okay for you to just stay here with me and hang out a little?”, hoping Jinhsi would accept your invite as a way of ‘paying you back’, you blinked at her expectantly.

“I guess… it wouldn’t hurt to stay a little longer”, Jinhsi smiled at you.

Changli: 

You were out, running errands, hoping from A to B like there was no tomorrow, hurriedly wanting to head home again. You wanted to take your usual way, till you came across a very remote street in Jinzhou, which could possibly make your way home faster by at least 5 minutes. Without a second thought you took the way. 

Strolling through the empty street you felt watched, and you really didn’t want to act on a mere feeling, until it got too strong, and you decided to turn around.  You would have expected anything - really anything - except for a pink fox to be jumping on you, making you stumble back and fall over. 

“You know you really shouldn’t walk through dark and empty alleyways on your own”, the fox’ voice was oddly familiar…  “Changli?” “Took you a second”, usually you were a little intimidated by her, but now in her fox form she looked so… “You look so cute!”, you reached out your hand to pet her, but she was faster than that, and quickly jumped out of the way, to your dismay.

“I need your help, you need to transform me back”, it was barely even a question. But neither was it a demand. It was a little like she assumed that you would do it no matter what.  “How are you so confident that I’m able to help you?”, you just wanted to play with her feelings a little… you will probably regret that.  “I know what you are capable of, y/n. Now just- please transform me back”, she was very clearly embarrassed. Easy to know that Changli did not like asking for help. 

“Okay fine I’ll help you, but not here. Let’s head home first”

Arriving at your place, Changli expectantly jumped in front of you. As if you were going to drop everything to help her, which you definitely would, but you didn’t like her assuming that. 

“Okay now we can figure something out”, you kneeled down on the floor with her. “What are you implying?” “If you let me pet you, I will transform you back!”, you clasped your hands together.  “y/n you know that there are other things I could help you with in return…” “Yes, I know, but you look so fluffy!” After a very long moment of silence, followed by a sigh, Changli closed her eyes.  “Fine, whatever you need to do”

You almost jumped in excitement at her words, and also didn’t hesitate for even just a moment. You started petting her soft fur, and crawling her under her chin, and Changli wouldn’t admit it - not in a thousand years - but she actually really enjoyed being petted. 

You had long transformed her back, but was still petting her head, just to see how long she would take to notice that she is back in her original state. 

Suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist. 

Changli brought your hand down from her hand and held it for just a moment. 

“Thank you for your help, we are now more than even”, a sly smile on her face reminded you that the Changli you knew was back.  “Both your fur and your hair are very soft you know-” She flicked your forehead at that. 

[wikiangela]

I can finally breathe

7x04 coda, Buck's pov, 756 words

posted the beginning of it for fif, but I wrote more so here's the whole thing lol

[also on Ao3]

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Oh. Oh. Oooh. So that’s- that’s what it was. Huh.

That’s the first thing going through his mind as Tommy kisses him. It’s like- it’s like a piece of the puzzle finally sliding into place, after years and years of searching, looking for something to fill that space with, that feeling of something being missing. It’s almost weird, really, how easy it feels, how he’s more relieved than freaked out. Because this- oh, this makes so much sense. He’s into guys. He’s been into guys. And right now, at this moment, he’s into Tommy. 

Holy shit, he’s into Tommy.

Buck’s mind has been a whirlwind of chaos and confusion and frustration for days, but now, when Tommy kisses him, it all silences. Just to start anew as they part, butterflies in his stomach so intense he feels like he might float, as a slow smile spreads across his face when Tommy pulls away. 

This is the part of himself he’s been looking for, he’s been denying himself, he’s been silencing for so long. He doesn’t know why now, why Tommy, what it all means and where it’s leading. But he knows that now he feels almost… complete, feels like himself, feels at ease. Feels like Buck.

He feels giddy with excitement when Tommy asks him out, and finds that as soon as the door closes behind him, Buck already can’t wait to see him again. Jesus, he has a crush. He’s a grown man in his thirties, just now finding out he’s into guys, and he has a goddamn crush on a guy, and that’s why he’s been acting like a teenager. It makes so much sense now, and Buck feels- well, he’s embarrassed because of his idiotic behavior, and guilty for maiming his best friend, but most of all he just feels relieved. Because he knows now, knows why he’s been so bent out of shape about this whole situation, and can put a name to those feelings. It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest, that he didn’t even know was there.

He’s going on a first date on Saturday. With a guy. With Tommy. The thought makes a happy and a little dazed chuckle bubble out of his chest as he stands there in his kitchen, thinking about that kiss, his stomach doing flips. It was a nice kiss. A very nice kiss. He really wants to kiss him again. He wants to go on a date and kiss and hold hands, and do it all with a man he’s attracted to, and, god, he can’t wait. He’s also very grateful no one can see him or read his thoughts, because this crush deal is, frankly, embarrassing. He feels so silly, but he doesn’t even care, because he also feels over the fucking moon right now.

His face is burning and he can’t stop smiling as he goes about the rest of his evening, feeling weirdly light and relieved, like never before. He knows he doesn’t have it all figured out just yet, but at least he found out this one thing about himself, and it feels… it feels life-changing, in a way. It kind of is. This realization he just had, it’s- it’s huge, but instead of throwing him into more confusion, it settles him, tilts his askew world upright. Things are finally starting to make sense.

He’s into dudes. But he knows for a fact he’s into girls, too. So, what does that make him? Bisexual? Maybe? He already knows he’s going to overthink that and have to do some research to figure out what fits, what it all means, and reevaluate some of his past behavior in this new light. But for now- for now he’s just going on a date. He can take it one step at a time, both his sexuality and this new thing with Tommy, and figure it out at his own pace, and he hopes Tommy will be patient with him while he does that. Because- because he really likes the guy, and he wants the date to go well, and maybe, hopefully, it’ll lead to something more. He thinks he’d really, really like that.

Whatever the future brings, as of right now Buck just feels like something finally clicked and things started making sense for once in his life. He’s not as lost anymore. He feels like he can finally breathe. He found the missing piece of him, and he’s honestly excited, if just a little anxious, to explore that further.

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 avatar boys as romantic tropes.

✶ featuring: neteyam, aonung, lo’ak, spider, and rotxo.

✶ warnings: fluff, humor, crushes, pretty lengthy cus i got carried away, just boys being boys, lowercase intended!

✶ a/n: i remember seeing a trope post and thought it’d be fun to do! i also feel like i wrote too much but nonetheless happy reading :-)

〘 neteyam 〙⠀:⠀unrequited required first loves.

neteyam seems like the type of person to not really be looking for any kind of romantic relationship; he’s way too busy with trying to keep an eye on lo’ak and all that other olo’eyktan in training business he has. when you finally confess, he lets you down gently, “i hold you dear to my heart, but not in that way, i’m sorry.” “oh, no worries. friends?” “friends :)” you’re upset, obviously he wouldn’t think of you like that, he has too much on his plate to even think of a relationship, but you’re cool with being friends if it meant you still got to be near him. (truthfully when you confessed, he was wondering why his heart was palpating violently like it was about to jump out his chest and run away, and why the air felt hotter than usual.) after a while, neteyam realizes that he does, in fact, love you as much as you love him. neteyam felt so stupid, and he would do anything to prove that he’s loved you for the longest. “i was stupid to realize so late, that my heart has always belonged to you.”

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〘 aonung 〙⠀:⠀bullying you cause he wants you.

aonung reminds me of those elementary school boys who bully and tease the people they have a crush on, and i mean this in the nicest way possible. he realizes his feelings quick and comes to terms with it (sorta), but it takes this idiot so long to even say something about it that you’re genuinely convinced he just doesn’t like you. despite his nonchalant front, he’s definitely the first person to notice something different with you and starts touching. got a new hairdo? “oooh trying to impress someone? (please say me)” he’s twirling your lock around his finger with a smirk on his face. new set of top and loincloth? “you made these yourself? a 5 year old could do better! (please go out with me)” he’s tugging on the top, you swat his hand when he reaches for your cloth. you later on find out that he does have a thing for you, but you’d have to be the one to make the first move, sorry! this boy is too prideful, but don’t worry, it’s easy to make aonung crack, any type of affection from you would have this boy on his knees in mere seconds. “if you liked me you could’ve just told me.” “i don’t like you???” “nung we're literally holding hands?” “...ok and????”

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〘 lo’ak 〙⠀:⠀reckless loser who you would do anything for, something along the lines of blooming puppy love.

lo’ak is a very quiet character i haven’t quite gotten down yet, but he definitely has little to no idea about romance, nor does he really care about it–he’s just here to have fun and cause trouble. you, on the other hand, are completely smitten with him. you follow him wherever he asks you to go, even if you felt like it wasn’t a good idea–you knew he would never purposefully put you in danger, surely not. “your dad is going to beat the hell out of you if he finds us here” “not if i tell him you’re with me!” touché. he’s a man of little words, so physical affection is his go to, along with him dragging you places. you both definitely have a super secret hideout some place no one knows about. he calls you “bro” which you’re fine with but you only get confused when he does things like hold your hand (for such a long time too, you once counted 32 seconds in your head), so you’re just like–is he into me too or...? not to mention, tuk definitely tries to play matchmaker, despite lo’ak’s embarrassed protests. “tuk, shut up!” “blehh :P”

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〘 spider 〙⠀:⠀both pining but are too stupid and stubborn to realize, everyone sees it except the both of you.

you and spider have liked each other since you two started walking. everyone’s sick of you tiptoeing around each other’s feelings and it’s baffling how oblivious the both of you are. the subtle touches and lingering glances grew more and more, yet you still weren’t sure if spider liked you in that way–and vice versa. let lo’ak make some sort of comment about it, spider gets defensive immediately “bro! shut up!! i don’t like them like that!!!” “wooaaahh spider don’t pull out the 9!” get lost in each other’s eyes once and all of a sudden that means you two should kiss right then and there. somehow jake gets involved? “aren’t you two dating?” “what?!?!? no we aren’t!!!” damn y’all might as well be! despite the both of you getting pep talk from kiri and lo’ak, it takes ages for either of you to make the first move, but eventually one of you will break sooner or later. and you bet kiri and lo’ak made some sort of bet out of it.. loser does chores for a month.

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〘 rotxo 〙⠀:⠀best friends to lovers, slow burn.

you both are so in love with each other it makes aonung sick, he’s definitely the type of friend to fake gag when you two smile at each other “get a room you two!” (but don’t worry, he’s still rooting for the both of you, even if you’re both stupid). whenever something happens, whether it be good or bad, rotxo always goes to you, and you go to him! rotxo was definitely raised by his grandma, so you can imagine how sweet he really is–he even knows how to weave and weaved your clothes (managed to start courting you without even realizing he was actually courting you). both of you like each other but neither of you wanted something bad to happen to your already healthy friendship and make it awkward or something (which is an excuse–a very valid excuse– but still an excuse). “rotxo can i spend the night at yours? i miss your grandma!” “ah, sure, but do you ever miss me? :(” “of course, i love you too much not to!” bonus points if you hug him after. it takes the both of you a while to start dating, but when you do, you’re both inseparable.

[seungsuki]

button - confessing your love using your school uniform button (gn! reader)

warning: none

note: i don't like the way how i wrote this :(

sakura petals decorated the streets of japan making it look like a scene of a fairy tale. the fairy tale scenario graces the graduation day of namikaze high school. the seniors shouted in joy along with a small party to celebrate their milestone. tears streamed on your friends faces as the last hugs were cherished. the last day of school was clouded by anxiety and excitement for [name]. 

while you were happy to end the dreadful hours of knowledge you'd most likely not use, you were also scared of losing your only friends. promises to keep in contact are made but aren’t always kept. of course, no one is to blame. everyone’s life is bound to be busier than before. [name] was the same. some of your friends are heading abroad forever while others are changing towns. none of that matters to you. you only had eyes for one person. 

bachira meguru 

a silly crush is what [name] would describe it. they happened to be neighbours for many years and because of that, they attended the same schools. he started off as a neighbour to a very good friend but now he stands on a hazy line. you couldn’t describe how he always made you feel special. every breathing minute is spent with him and him only. from the walk to school, lunch, gym and even the walk back home

“we finally graduated!”, bachira cheered balancing the soccer ball on his head as they walked back home 

“yeah.. what are you gonna do meg?”, you asked curiously 

“me? oh i haven't decided yet! i’m probably going to practise soccer more and help my mom around”, bachira said 

“you?”

“i.. i also haven’t decided yet. i might consider taking culinary like dad did”, you groaned remembering the pressure your dad forced on you

should you say it now? you had been planning out perfectly and would finally confess to bachira meguru. with the help and support of your friends, you learned how to ask someone out (most of them were cringe japanese dialogues but you loved them too much to say no). the tip you got was to simply speak your heart out… but how? it frightened you. you never openly shared your opinions with anyone, let alone your feelings. bachira may be your best friend but you never had the guts to talk about how you actually feel 

“meg.. i have to confess something so please take this seriously”, you stopped walking and looked down 

“what’s up [name]?”, bachira stopped too and stood in front of you 

“i- i like you!”, you got it out of your chest before covering your mouth 

“aww i like you too [name]!”, bachira cheered 

“wait, you like me too??”, you asked thinking you misheard 

“mhm! you’re such a good friend! how could i not like you!”, bachira explained 

you stood there listening to his explanation before facepalming. bachira didn’t really have much experience with romance and you wouldn’t blame him. was he really as dense? yes, yes he was. 

“no, i mean i like you! like really really like you!”, you slowly said emphasising on ‘really’ 

“and i also really really like you too! friends will always like each other! i’m not gonna have a competition here!”, bachira said kicking his soccer closer to him 

“meg, i want us to be more than friends”, you clarified hoping his understood 

“oooh”

did he finally understand?

“so you want to be best friends! you don’t need to ask! you’re my best friend since forever!”, bachira added 

“no meg, i want us to be even more than best friends”, you groaned tempted to give up 

“sooo… like best neighbours? ah man then i guess mrs yamada can be my second best neighbour”, bachira said referring to the old lady next door 

“i give up! you’re giving me no choice but to do this!”

your hands reached for your button blouse. reaching the second button, you quickly pulled it out and handed it to bachira, who only looked even more confused. with a red face, you walked out of the scene as fast as you could 

bachira was stunned at what his friend did. are you giving him a trinket? oh no.. does this mean you’ll never see him again? were you leaving the country? forever? bachira began panicking as the thought of losing his only friend would make him cry. he reached home and ran to the person who would know everything; his mom 

“mom! mom! look what [name] gave me!”, bachira shouted with teary eyes 

“what’s wrong- a button?”, his mother dropped her brushes and smile 

“oh my, you’re all grown up my child”, bachira’s mother gave a warm smile almost making her cry 

“[name] is leaving!! see?? i got this as a trinket! mom, we have to stop [name] from leaving! i don’t want my bestfriend gone!”, bachira cried 

“meguru silly, that’s the second button of her uniform”, his mother giggled at her son 

“so?”, bachira asked 

“so it means [name] confessed to you! she wants to be with you for the rest of your life! she doesn’t want to leave you”, bachira’s mother sighed 

“so… she wants to marry me?”, bachira’s eye lit up 

“uh- i guess you can interpret it that way sweetie”, his mother nervously laughed 

bachira blushed looking down at the button in his palm. while you simply confessed your love to him, bachira was now thinking of the future. while he still doesn’t understand the terms of love or dating, at least you would be there with him. his best friend would be with him- or well his partner would be with him

© seungsuki 2024-25 -- do not repost, translate, alter, etc on any platform without permission. Any characters used in my work do not belong to me, they are created by their original creator

[yandere-daze]

Hello! First, I wanna congratulate you for reaching 3k followers! You're writing is amazing and you deserve all the love 🥳 🎉 👏

For the request, may I request some headcanons for yandere Rei and Mika on how they'll react when their darling confesses to them?

Thank you! And congrats again on your milestone!

- 🌟 anon

Wahhh thank you anon! Honestly no matter how often I get them, little comments like this are still really encouraging! Hearing that people here like what I write really is so nice 🥺

Also oooh I feel like it´s been forever since I last wrote something for Rei so this should be interesting! I don´t think I even need to mention that I always cheer whenever I´m able to write something for Mika sjfs

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, creepy behaviour, clingyness, manipulation

Yandere! Mika reacting to his darling confessing to him

Eyes wide, Mika almost doesn´t believe his ears when you earnestly tell him that you like him.

He stutters, his mind going wild when he realizes that you probably don´t mean that you like him in *that way*. Surely you´re only saying that you like him as a friend right?

You couldn´t possibly love someone as pathetic and creepy as him, right? He´s so presumptuous to get his hopes up like that!

Which is why his mind almost shuts down when you confirm that no, you *did* actually mean it like that. You love him

He just can´t help but think that he doesn´t deserve to be with someone as wonderful as you. And yet you still accept him for who he is!

He´s so giddy with joy that he can´t stop his body from shaking, there´s a huge blush on his cheeks and a scarily wide smile on his face as your words finally process in his mind

Something he had never thought possible has happened: His darling loves him! Oh, he will remember this day for the rest of his life!

Of course, he´s quick to admit that he loves you just as much, if not even more!

He´s stumbling over his words, taking your hands in his own clammy ones, shivering as he makes physical contact with you.

He sounds like a man possessed as he rambles about all the things he adores about you, how he can never stop thinking about you

Oh if only you knew how much Mika loves you... He loves you to the point of insanity!

I´m sorry to tell you though that things are only going to get worse now that Mika is assured that you return his feelings. There´s no need to hold back in fear of you thinking that he´s creepy

He´s your boyfriend now so he can be as bold as he wants with his affections, right?

From then on, Mika will be even more clingy, throwing angry glares at anyone that dares to speak with you and just openly being creepy

When earlier he would try his best to hide the creepy things he does from you, now it´s as if all his shame went away the moment you confessed to him

“´am sorry that I stare at ya so much but I just can´t help myself. Yer so beautiful, I never want t´ look away from ya. But it´s okay ´cause I´m yer boyfriend, right? Hehe”

Yandere! Rei reacting to his darling confessing to him

There´s a knowing smile creeping onto Rei´s face when you ask him to meet you somewhere private, where you can have an important talk with him

He´s very perceptive so naturally, he has noticed how your behaviour around him had subtly shifted in the last few weeks. You seemed kind of flustered whenever he got close to you, stumbling over your words and unable to retain eye contact

Of course, a reaction like that only made Rei want to tease you even more, he just couldn´t get enough of your cute expression!

So even though Rei knows that you´ve grown feelings for him, he would still make you confess to him and actually tell him yourself because he wants to hear the words “I love you” spill from your own lips

And don´t expect him to have any mercy on you either in case you´re nervous, he *will* make you say it because he´s been desperate for it for so long

You telling him you love him... Oh, it´s simply fantastic!

He always hoped that things would turn out like this, he had spent so much time getting close to you and earning your trust after all. Helping you whenever you were in a time of need, words of advice carefully prepared in advance

Wasn´t he so helpful? Wasn´t he kind? It doesn´t matter that he had been the one pulling the strings all along, the one that got you into trouble time after time only to be the one to save you in the end

But you didn´t need to know that, did you?

Rei had put so much effort into making himself appear as charming as he can for you, presenting you with the image of the perfect boyfriend, so you would fall for him

And it looks like it all worked out in the end, now that you were standing right in front of him, shyly confessing your feelings for him

When you´re finally down, you can hear Rei chuckle lightly, an unreadable expression on his face as he takes your hand, once more laughing at the flustered gaze you send his way

“So you have fallen for this old man, have you? Well then, allow me to be your faithful partner until the end of time.”

You didn´t need to know the lengths Rei went to to ensure this desired outcome

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

(still spoilers for both the whole show and the books)

Season 2 episode 1 [What Can The Damned Really Say to the Damned] - part 3/4

- [Daniel] "Memories just keep bubbling up." - oooh, the face Louis makes at that...

- [Louis] "'Claudia was... uh... She was dreaming. Her head twitching like you would.'" - ain't no need to take a shot at Danny boy now! He hasn't done anything (yet)...

[Daniel] "'Maybe you're just uh, frosting the pie?'

[Louis] 'No. I can feel her. I can feel her next to me. She's having a nightmare. What's worse than a nightmare? If your soul's projecting out its fears, at least it's up and running. But the absence of anything? The void. The nothing. Pieces... coming back. Hours, nights. Objects, surfacing in water. It was just something she wrote. But it wasn't true. She could dream. Thank you.'

[Daniel] 'If you wanna take that break...'

[Louis] 'No. No. I want this. To remember.'"

Can I scream about Jacob's phenomenal acting? This man. I have no words. The voice breaking. The hand waving. The vacant eyes. The tears (he cries so prettily). The accent emerging from the flat Dubai accent. What a masterclass. Also who else thinks that when Louis says he can feel her next to him, he's not just talking about past Claudia in the memory but also Ghostdia in present time?

This scene has everything:

1, it showcases once again Daniel's profound compassion, in the way he doesn't try to push Louis more now that Louis is finally doing the job of being honest on his own, in the way he's looking at Louis having a breakdown with concern and immense compassion... Yes, Daniel is a catty bitchy old queen, yeah, he's grumpy and cynic and an investigative journalist who latches on his subject and doesn't let up. But he's also profoundly human and full of sympathy and humanity, and that's what makes him such a darned good journalist - he touches at the heart of his interviewees.

2, it sort of closes the theme started in s1 of memory being a monster, to open up the second theme, memory being a blessing. S1 was about how Louis ran away so hard from the truth he had basically changed his recollection of things to not face up the real events and emotions, ultimately leading him to just shut down - something that is explored more in details in s2. S2 is about Louis finally facing up to his true memories and reconciliating not just with Lestat, not even only with the memory of Claudia - reminder that he carried with him for 77 years Claudia's diaries in which she writes how much she hated him - but also and maybe most importantly, owning up to his real memories allows him to reconcile with himself.

3, it fixes a hole in Louis' heart regarding Claudia and the end of their time together. As said above, Claudia writes in her diaries that she hates Louis maybe as much as Lestat. But she also wrote that she doesn't dream, when obviously Louis' recovered memories show that she does. So if what she writes that one time is a lie, "just something that she wrote", maybe she also lied, "just wrote", that she hated Louis? Even if we can't ever know for certain, even if this session starts with Louis and Daniel agreeing to believe what's written and nothing more (a decision that's almost immediately abandoned), for Louis, just holding on to that thought, is everything.

- And there goes another queen.... Rip Emilia, you were magnificent. +10 points and a bit of grace for Morgan speaking Romanian and trying his hardest to save Emilia. [Louis] "Human affairs. Death, and how to avoid it. Their problem. Ours was in the woods." - bravo, only took you 30 years to learn that lesson. Better late than never I guess. Lestat will be pleased. With that and with the hunting.

- Claudia's sassing Louis, Louis showing off his fangs... And the revenant being a full horror show. Yep, welcome to the Old Romania portion of the story.

[Louis] "'What. The. Hell is that?'

[Claudia] 'It's... A vampire.'

[Louis] 'No, I'm a vampire. That's a fucking catfish with teeth. It's dirty. It doesn't like us.'

[Claudia] 'Us, you, the same.'

[Louis] 'Not the same, not even close.'"

This show is a comedy.

- Do you think a vampire with a rifle is more or less dangerous than a vampire with just their fangs and claws...? Someone needs to make a poll.

- One queen exits (Emilia), another emerges (Daciana)... And what intensity. What pain. A motherless mother. [Louis] "An angry woman vampire. A mom." - the fact that Louis himself points that out, as if he's somehow recognising himself in her... The way he says "a mom", full of wonder and understanding. Because a parent is a parent and no matter the words used, he is Claudia's parent, and he spent years suffering his child's absence. He knows.

- [Louis] "Through the forest, as if a fairy tale." - hello, did you know that today's Fantasy literature, inherited from the Fantastique literature, comes directly from fairy tales and folktales? There's a direct pipeline between "Le Petit Poucet" (Little Thumbling, a fairy tale about a boy abandoned in the woods finding his way back home thanks to the trail of white stones he left behind) or "Hansel and Gretel" and the musical story of "Emilie Jolie", where a little girl all alone in her house follows the characters of her storybook into the pages of the book. A very French example, I know, I know, but I was looking for something that would reference being alone and lost in the woods, like Claudia and Louis here. In any case, what I meant to say is, go read amongst others Tolkien's essay "On Fairy Stories", Daniel Baker's essay "Why We Need Dragons: The Progressive Potential of Fantasy" (Journal of the Fantastic in the Arts, 2012), Carh Filmer-Davies' "On Fantasy Stories" (Mythlore, 2000) and Jack Zipes' "The Irresistible Fairy Tale: The Cultural and Social History of a Genre" (Princeton UP, 2012). I have a lot more bibliography but they're more related to what I wrote about in my thesis which is Beauty and the Beast, a fairy tale that woumd be fascinating to explore in relation to Lestat, so I'm going to stop here. Man, when can I go do my folklore PhD...?

- [Louis] "But even if we could get her to talk, what would she say? What, after all, can the damned really say to the damned?" - interesting, the way the book quote (see part 1) was inserted in the show narration... Really emphasises how lost and alone, metaphorically, Louis and Claudia are.

- Welp. I have to put the entire conversation between Louis, Claudia and Daciana. Every line is fascinating.

[Louis] "'We are from over the ocean.'

[Claudia] "Five years we've looked for you. We came to where vampires are spoken of, to find others like ourselves.'

[Daciana] 'We own the night. Yes?'

[Claudia, Louis, in English] 'Yes.'

[Daciana] 'Long centuries, into the villages, into their hovels, drinking, drinking, drinking. They don't want life anymore.'

[Claudia] 'Maybe it's the blood. [In English to Louis] Tell her about the blood.'

[Louis, in stammering Romanian] 'It's blood here... Can't... You...'

[Claudia] 'Say it in English.'

[Louis in English/Claudia in Romanian] 'The blood is bad here. The humans, there's too much sadness, too much pain. We feel it too when we drink. We can't get warm. Our bodies hurt. Maybe you need better blood.'

[Daciana] 'From over the ocean?'

[Claudia] 'America.'

[Daciana] 'Another one like a burnt tray of bread.'

[Claudia] 'How many of us are left? How about this one?'

[Daciana] 'Cezare Romulo. He was a droll one. Killed a travelling circus in Sibiu, everyone but the bear... but all those in darkness go into darkness.'

[Louis] 'What's she saying?'

[Claudia] 'Who's left?'

[Daciana] 'You killed my last out in the forest.'

[Louis] 'What's she saying?'

[Claudia] 'He was hurting us.'

[Daciana] 'All of them dead now. All gone. Like cream from the top of a milk bucket. So many nights to come on the devil's road, playing in their blood, oh, you will laugh and laugh...'

[Claudia] 'And you'll come with us? '

[Daciana] 'Yes. You will take me over the ocean with you. And I will grow strong again. And tell you my story. And you will tell me yours. And we will kill for the small comforts and wait for my children to join us... The wind in our hair and bare feet in the grass. Daciana.'

'Louis.' 'Claudia.'

[Daciana] 'We own... nothing.'"

Be right back, need to add Romanian to my Duolingo list.

What a scene. A scene that will stay with Louis forever, reminding him for decades to come of the immense strength and the immense fragility of the vampire. Of the power of the creature owning the night, and the fragility of the creature bending under the weight of inconmensurable, endless time. Lesson learned, again. "All those in darkness go into darkness".

I love that Daciana, this ancient, timeless vampire, remembers little pleasures of human life and uses them as a measure of good and bad things, burnt bread one tip of the scale, cream from the top of a milk bucket the other side. As if, at the end, what sustained her wasn't the blood anymore, but those long ago memories of when she was human. A loop, ended.

Louis being the one who understands the blood and can explain it, after all those years rejecting it. He truly is the most dangerous one.

From a very meta perspective, it's hilarious that they made the character played by the actor famously known for his languages and accents abilities the one who struggles with languages. Very on the nose, very funny.

Claudia's face, the pure joy and elation when Daciana talks about going with them. And then the crestfallen, resigned expression when she throws herself in the fire. Emphasises the youth of Claudia and Louis. They want someone to willingly and joyfully guide them and teach them, an adult adultier than them. And they can't find anyone. Lestat refused, bound by his promise to Marius, his control and abandonment issues, Daciana had enough of the devil's road, and when they meet Armand, he doesn't want to guide but to, again, control and dominate. You know who they should have found? Pandora. She would have taken them under her wing if she had met them independently from Lestat. Pandora would have been worth it. I want a fic where Pandora meets them while they're travelling through Europe and decides to mentor them.

season 1 masterpost

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

episode 2 | episode 3 | episode 4 | episode 5 | episode 6 | episode 7 | episode 8

[biographydivider]

I couldn’t stop thinking about @cupcakeslushie‘s Donnie in his lil black cami in one of the latest comics from their Separated AU, so I wrote a little lighthearted April and Donnie day out in its honour. I would lay down my life for hyper, slowly-learning-he-deserves-to-be-loved Three, and he deserves something fluffy💜

She found him crouched in a corner, behind a rack of coats, rubbing a black satin camisole between his hands and chirruping contentedly to himself.

April shoulda known D wasn’t ready for a trip out.

“Donnie,” she hissed, pushing aside a gigantic, furry, pink monstrosity in order to see her brother better, “what are you doing?!”

“April!” Donnie yelled, beaming. “How pleasant to see you here!”

A woman walking past tutted, saying something about kids these days and no manners. April whipped her head around to glare daggers at her retreating back. D had a volume control problem; so what? Least he wasn’t a passive-agressive bitch about it.

“Donnie. We came in together. Remember? I gotta pick out some jeans and then we’re going to get --” 

“Boba. I remember, I remember.” Donnie clicked his fingers at her, nodding so fast April wasn’t sure how he didn’t tweak a muscle. “But look what I found; look look look look.” He inched his way out of the coat rack and was pushing the vest into April’s hand, still passing the material back and forth between his finger and thumb. “Oooh. Soooooft.”

His eyes glittered with delight, and April had to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing; she had to at least try to be a voice of reason, here.

“Get up. You look like a pervert. Sittin’ on the floor with undergarments in y’hands.” She hauled Donnie to his feet, re-adjusting his hood so his green skin wasn’t as visible. “‘Nah, Raphie,’” she muttered sarcastically to herself, “‘Me an’ D’ll be fine on our own for one afternoon, suuuure...’”

“I’m going to buy it,” Donnie was saying, looking down at the puddle of satin in his palms. “I’m going to buy it - with the money Spl...that Papa gave me. And I’ll only use it to clean up my very best paints. Or I’ll make it into a...a pillowcase. Ooh, or even better; I’ll hang it up on the wall in my room! And when I finally - finally! - get my hands on some uranium I’ll use it to create a pattern on the fabric - so when I use my blacklight, it shines! Or...”

“Or,” April interrupted, slinging her arm around Donnie’s neck, “you could wear it. Like you’re supposed to.”

A tiny crease appeared between Donnie’s unnervingly immaculate brows. “Wear it?”

“It’s a cami. To go under your clothes? Or by itself, so you can show off those guns of yours.” April poked her brother in the bicep and was quietly thrilled to hear him laugh under his breath at the joshing. There was a time when Donnie had flinched away from any and all roughhousing; which, as the family slowly and tentatively tried to glue themselves back together, made April sadder that she’d ever mention out loud.

“Papa said no guns in the lair. I asked.” Donnie’s gaze was torn away from the camisole. “And I can’t wear it. Not something this nice. I’d...I’d spoil it. Tear it. Get it dirty.” Suddenly, that manic glitter in her brother’s eyes was clouded by a shimmer of tears. “C-contaminate it.”

Well. If that didn’t just break your heart. It suddenly occured to April exactly why Donnie had hidden himself away with his treasure, without showing her or telling her where he was going. Because he didn’t feel worthy of something as inconsequential as a stupid vest top.

Donnie and April hadn’t exactly got on when he’d first crash-landed in her life. Being used to big, kind, stalwart Raphael hadn’t prepared April for a brother who was spiky, loud and more than a little brittle. But then Three...Donnie...D...had started to relax. A little. And Raph had told her things, like when they’d had a trip to the junkyard together and he’d learned a little more about his brother’s past. No wonder this kid thought he was a walking bio-hazard. And slowly, the loudness had started to look like passion, the spikes like defensive armour. The brittleness like a desperation to be loved. And if there was one thing April could do, it was love.

“Get in there,” she said, shoving Donnie towards a changing booth at the back of the store.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“It’s too bright!”

“I know, changing rooms have bad lighting so you feel like shit an’ buy their stuff to feel prettier.”

“I see -- aghh! My face! My porous face in the mirror!”

“Close your eyes, then, and put your arms up.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“April I refuse to be part of this harshly-lit torture chamber for a moment --”

”Okay fine! Come out. Better? Okay. Arms up. Hoodie off - just for a second, then you can have it back, alright? Then just slip your hands through those holes there, let me just pull that into place annnnd...yep! Open your eyes.”

As Donnie regarded himself in the mirror, April wondered if she’d made a mistake. His body language was...well, it was non-existent. He’d gone stock still, staring blankly at his own torso. Then, both hands came up to flatten the material against his plaston, and a shaky, wobbling smile broke across her brother’s face. It was only when those hands began to flap, fanning the sides of his face, that April could finally breathe.

“I look...resplendent.”

“Dang right you do!” April squeezed his shoulder, snapping off the tag at the nape of his neck. That way, the lady at the counter could scan the barcode without interrupting Donnie’s flow. “I should do this for a living. April O’Neil; Personal Shopper! So - how would you rate your experience with us today, sir? Very satisfied, very very satisfied, extremely satisfied...?”

[yusukeslittleslut]

RAHHHHHHHH yandere-kun and budo (seperate) with a stronger male reader whos their crush <33 reader gets close w someone like rlly close until that someone likes reader ..... what would be thejr reactions??

Oooh! I like this one! Yandere Kun would definitely be more leaned towards the jealous type

Pronouns used are you/your/you're, but male implied reader

Ayato Aishi/Yandere Kun

Let's just say that you're a part of the sports club, Ayato wanted to ask your opinion on something, but you lifted the bucket of weights like nothing, you dismissed him and gave him a soft smile, hoping to postpone this until later (spoiler, later never came :(). Ayato finally got to see you again, but he saw you hanging out with someone else, of course he had to see how long this would last. He noticed every time that you'd hang out with that other person, they'd be getting a little handsy, of course Ayato didn't like that so as soon as the bell rang, he waited until you were out of hindsight. Ayato grabbed them by their throat, covering their mouth and slamming them against the wall (just to scare them a bit :)). "Why're you hanging around my senpai?" He smiled "Fine, let's make a deal, if I see you around my senpai, I get to hurt you understand?" The person nods and he lets them go "Good, now leave. I better not see you around my senpai again"

Of course, tomorrow that person has told you (by text) that they'd rather not be seen around you anymore because of the trouble you attract, that made you sad, and you basically ran into Ayato, with his fast instincts he had caught you by your waist before you could fall fully. He blushes and sets you up straight "You alright? You seemed like you were in a hurry" He finally looked at you and brushed his hand against your cheek to comfort you "It's okay, that person didn't deserve you at all"

Budo Masuta

He'd seen you around before, and on multiple occasions he's seen you pick up some pretty heavy stuff, he's asked multiple times if you'd like to join his club and every time you smile and leave without answering him. Tomorrow came and he'd seen you around with another person, he decided to see where this was headed and left you guys alone for the rest of the day.

About two days went by and he saw that person put a note in your locker, once they left, he retrieved it and wrote his own note for you. He smiled as he put his own note in your locker, waiting at the spot underneath the cherry tree. He smiles, placing his hands on his hips "Ah (M/n) I'm glad you could make it" You smile too, taking his hands "Is THE Budo Masuta gonna ask me out? Ah I'm flattered" You peck him on the lips "I accept"

<3 ~Author-Kun *⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠*

[megsironthrone]

Best Friends in Vegas

Based on this request: Oooh! Could I ask for a full one-shot based on the accidentally married Jaime drabble you wrote for the mystery drabbles?!

Here you are! You can find the drabble this is inspired by here. Familiar characters are NEVER mine!

Warnings: Modern AU, Accidentally Married Trope, mentions of drunkenness and the after effects. teeny angst if you squint and a bit of fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Jaime Lannister x reader

You and Jaime had been the best of friends for longer than either of you could remember. So when you suggested that the two of you take a trip to Vegas, Jaime agreed with absolutely no hesitation. He had no idea that this trip would change things completely between you. Or would it? After all, what happens in Vegas…

       Jaime couldn't imagine why the two of you hadn't done this before. The bright lights, the music, the casinos, the drinking. Sure, Jaime would feel it all in the morning, but it was worth it. Especially seeing your smiling face. Jaime loved that. In truth, Jaime loved you. And as far more than his best friend. He couldn't remember a time when you hadn't been in his life and that had recently brought him to the realization that the two of you were positively devoted to one another.

You flashed him a smile as you moved around the dance floor. Jaime had lost count of how many drinks that you’d both had, but it didn’t really matter. You were having fun. Jaime felt the buzz of the alcohol in his system as the night went on. Dance after dance, drink after drink, the world began to spin. When you were both finally ready to leave the club, the world began to blur.

The next morning, Jaime could feel his head pounding before he even opened his eyes. He wasn’t at all surprised to discover his hangover was brutal. After all, he wasn’t in his early twenties anymore. He groaned softly and tried to decide whether or not he wanted to go back to sleep. Before he could fully make up his mind, he heard a groan coming from someone else. His eyes flew open and he sat up far too quickly. Jaime breathed a sigh of relief to learn he was in his own room. Another groan. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, just a sec. I’m never drinking with you again, Lannister.” Jaime chuckled and laid back down. He let his eyes fall closed again only to hear a yell from the en suite. Jaime sat up faster than before, moaning at the spinning room. You flew out of the bathroom in a frenzy. Something caught Jaime’s eye.

“Is that my shirt?” You glared for a second. “It looks better on me anyway. But forget about that. We’ve got a BIG problem!” Jaime must have looked confused because you dashed over and jumped on the bed. You grabbed his left hand and showed  him his third finger that now held a glittering ring. You held up your hand that was now sporting a ring of its own as well. 

“I-I think we got married,” you  whispered and Jaime felt himself grow dizzy and not from the hangover this time. He’d married you. Completely by accident as if he hadn’t imagined what a wedding with you would be like for years. And worst of all, you looked completely freaked out. 

“Jaime, focus! What do we do?!” Jaime met your gaze and saw that you were on the verge of a breakdown. He gently ran his hands up and down your arms. “Hey, it’s alright. Let’s try to breathe and then we can make a plan, okay?” You let out a breath and nodded. “Ok. W-What do you wanna do?” you asked. Jaime’s brows furrowed. That was a good question. Before he could reply though, his stomach let out an inhuman noise. It broke whatever tension there was as you began to laugh. 

“Maybe we should eat before we make any kind of decision,” you suggested and Jaime eagerly agreed. The two of you ate in near silence as you both suffered through your headaches and you tried to come up with a plan. Once you’d finished, you pushed your dishes away and turned back to Jaime. 

“Jaime, what do we do here?” Jaime stared for a moment. “I don’t know, Y/N,” he finally said, “This isn’t how I planned for this kind of thing to happen. I mean, Vegas wasn’t exactly the wedding destination I had in mind-”

“WAIT!” you cried, only to let out a painful moan before trying again, “Wait, you planned for this? I mean, you planned on marrying me?” Jaime froze. The thing about Jaime was that, on the rare occasion that he did get drunk and subsequently hungover, he didn’t know when to stop talking. He absolutely had not meant to tell you any of his feelings.

“I mean, I-” he cursed under his breath. You waited patiently for him to get himself together. You knew that if you tried to intervene, Jaime would grow even more embarrassed. Jaime met your gaze and sighed. “Yes. I-I don’t know when my feelings for you changed, but they did. I love you, Y/N. I was just too…afraid to tell you, I guess.” 

You didn’t respond and that scared him. You always had a reply for everything. “Y/N, I promise, no matter what you say, it won’t change the fact that you’re my best friend,” Jaime pleaded, “But please say something. Anything.” You blinked a few times. “You love me. Like really love me.” Jaime nodded even though it wasn’t a question and you began chuckling softly. 

“I guess we’re both idiots then because I love you too, Jaime. I know this wasn’t the plan for our Vegan trip, but I can’t say I’m entirely upset. I freaked because I thought you’d be upset.” Jaime grabbed your hand in his left one, feeling the cool metal of your ring against his fingers. “I’m not. I swear, I’m not.” You smiled at him. “So, what do we do?”

“The way I see it, we have three options. One; we get an annulment and forget this ever happened.” You frowned at that so Jaime continued, “Two; we throw a huge wedding and invite everyone we’ve ever known and get caught up in the crazy thing. Or three; we enjoy our last few days in Vegas and then tell everyone we eloped when we get back and enjoy the looks on their faces.” You laughed out loud at that. 

“I like option three.” Jaime pulled you to him and kissed your temple. “Me too. So, what shall we newlyweds do for our last few days of holiday?” You rolled your eyes, but grinned. “I could think of a few things.” Jaime didn’t even need to ask what you meant when you pressed your lips to his in your first (sober) kiss as spouses.

(a/n: I hope you like it!!)

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Jaime Lannister Tags: @faith-in-dean @bellarkeselection

[gardenofskeletonss]

King Interaction

"Happiest" Friend Quest

A short snippet I wrote for the 3hats au!! This is very long into the loops and Siffrin is starting to lose all logic

CW: Death, spoilers for Act 1-4

[Loop 300......???? 320........3....3 something...]

(Aha! This loop, this loop you'll FINALLY GET IT!!! Just talk to the King! Brute force your way in!!! Push back Mirabelle, talk to the King- you'll!!! Get!!!! It!!!! This!!! Time!!!!!)

You smile. Showtime.

.......

(Finally, you've reached the King. It took you too BLINDING LONG, BUT IT'S FINE!! You're here, you can talk to him!!!! Maybe!!! Knock sense!!! Into!!! Him!!!!!)

You skip over to the King, ignoring the worried words of your party. The pleas to get back together. You smile. It'll all be!!!! Okkkaaayy~!!!!!!!!!

"Kingggg! Ah, long time no see! See, about our island. I was wondering, if perhaps, maybe by some glimmer of hope, we could just chat~ about it!"

"SIFFRIN?!!" Mirabelle screams. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET- GET BACK HERE! HE'S DANGEROUS!"

"Ohh, don't listen to her. You're not dangerous, are you? I would know, being from the same island you're from." You smile with all of your teeth, your eyes dead. It looks creepy to some, but to you, it's genuine! Right! Genuine!!!!!!!!!! That's what they want to see!!!!!!!

"..... Oooohh.. Bright One... Do you.... Remember...?" The King wails. "It is true... I am not dangerous, I just want eternity....."

"Yes! I know!" You grin. "So let's not fight, let's chat. Let's bond."

The party looks at you horrified, but you aren't thinking. It's fine. (You tried convincing the King and that got Bonnie killed, but now you can convince him with the island! Your hometown! You can finally BLINDING REMEMBER!!!!

You walk up to the King, your grin plastered. It almost hurts, but you're so BLINDING HAPPY IT'LL BE OVER!! IT'LL BE OKAY!!!!!)

THE

THE KING....

G R A B S Y O U

..... . ... ... ... .

"Oooh, Bright One.. You act so carelessly.... You smell of.. Wishcraft... are you... The one keeping me from victory.....? I can tell..... I can tell you've been here all too many times...."

Ah. It h u r t s.

"Oohhh.... Ooh..... Someone who keeps me from eternity... They are not loyal to the Universe....... I just.. Want to protect them... From our fate........ Oohhh.. Bright One, don't you get that....?"

Y o u c h o k e

"Y-yes! I know- so- I can... S-stop it if-"

T h e k i n g t i g h t e ns

"SIFFRIN!!!"

"FRIN!!!"

"SIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Your party.... Do they know.... That you're here.. Stuck....? Ooohh.. How long has it been....? How long have you been keeping me from victory.....?"

I t h u r t s

Y o u rrrrrr r i b s h u r t

Y o u c ou g h ...... B l o o d

"Oohhh... It'll all be.. Alright.. I'll send you back.. With this warning....."

Y o u

F e e l y o u r b od y b u r n

A n d s u d d e nl yyy

You gasp and wake up, immediately curling up on yourself. You can't help but laugh.

(Stupid Siffrin, you absolute BLINDING IDIOT!!!!! YOU WEREN'T EVEN THINKING!!!!!! THE KING DOESN'T CARE THE KING DOESN'T CARE THE KING IS A TRAITOR TO YOUR HOMELAND TO THE UNIVERSE TO THE STARS YOU HOPE THE STARS WATCH THE KING DIE EVERYTIME YOU SUCCEED AND YOU CAN'T BREATHE WHY CAN'T YOU BLINDING BREATHE?!!!!!????)

OH! Oh! Hah, you're sobbing. You're such a mess Siffrin. Absolutely disgusting.

[smilingcrittersuniversityau]

Hello. This whole situation with Elias remind me this song: https://youtu.be/GKXUl7oLEus?si=B5k8sRy5GBFEF39d (if you are interested I wrote more about song here, how it's connected with Elias and how this song tell us finale of his story)

(Recommend to read after you listen that song)

Oblivion - is a song about being forgotten. About something that you had and lost by the time. This song tell us a story about Man, that done so much bad things in his life (like killing and manipulate people) and now he was "...left to waste..." in the prison (that was created by himself btw). Remaining by himself, it is imagined that he has had more than enough time to think, reflect, ponder, and soon - regret. Being the strong independent man he was, a part of him is broken as he comes to the understanding that his pride has quite possibly been diminished, and he is finally not blind enough to see what he had done in the dark past that had been so horribly wrong as expressed in the lines: "The illusion crafted by my arrogance had protected me from the wrong that I couldn't admit." Further, his mind falls into some sort of dimension, a place of a past, an abyss. In the second verse he starts to remember about everything that happened with him and his friends in the past: "We'd built ourselves and and our kingdom in the summer sun, one brick at the time". But then his mind begins to show him what his actions led to: "Now those walls are nothing, but rubble and dust..." (You said: "...he will meet with consequences of his actions...", and that's it. Elias will be left alone, just like that guy; will be wandering how that's all could be, if he wasn't abuse Charlie, if he tried to change something in him, if he, at least tried to say: "Sorry"). And now (it's near to the ending of a song) he is: "Alone in this empty room, all I hear now is ambience of our faded tune...", that tells us that everyone, even his friends left him rot and that he can hear (my interpretation) how he slowly fade away from there's minds. ...fear took the lead, now I'm still falling". In the end, that man fall in to the pit, in the abyss that he created himself (ironically, that this place, this 'abyss' is the prison itself). There, he meets his old self, who, looking at his present self, goes into the darkness, leaving him completely alone, in the darkness of his own mind, alone with himself, alone with his mistakes, alone in the oblivion.

Thanks for reading (if you read that of course and sorry if I've done mistakes, 'cause English not my first language), I really love that abusive theme, that your AU raises and it helps practice with psychology (I know that exists literature about it, but read it, just, just... boring). Hope see more in the future and hope this little later, somehow helped and inspired you. Have a good day/evening/night, and good luck 😉

Oooh! I'll be giving this a listen and I'll let yk about what I think ^^

[lemon-natalia]

Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 49

ORTUS NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO GIVE AN IMPROMPTU POETRY RECITAL 

and Harrow’s started reciting the Noniad despite the fact that she hates it! aww, goes to show Ortus does mean a lot to her, especially after their little bonding session a couple chapters ago

oooh and Abigail’s coming in clutch with some kind of spell 

they summoned the ghost of fucking Matthias Nonius!!!! guess it really is the time to give an impromptu poetry recital 

‘why am i speaking in meter’ omfg thats hilarious,  i didn’t even notice

imagine meeting the long-dead guy you wrote an epic fanfic about, Ortus might die again from sheer joy

‘Gideon [...] might have better appreciated the anonymous monster [...] she was a prodigious fighter’ i think its very cool that Harrow’s here watching the non-necromancy dream combat sequence, while Gideon’s off dealing with all the ancient necromancers and their weird dynamics. they’re both very out of their depth

i don’t have a lot to say about this combat other than go the Ninth!, Matthias Nonius is a sick fighter. guess i did get to find out more about him after all. now i want to know how the fuck Matthias Nonius originally died, it better have been old age because i don’t want to meet what/whoever could have taken this guy out

‘she had been, once again, so slow’ oh me fucking too, i just accepted that all of this just might as well happen. but there is a kind of weird dream logic to it all, where the rules are those of the mind 

‘plastered themselves in red whorls’ listen to me, book, listen, you gotta be less ambiguous and tell me if the hair is red from blood or its natural colour, because that is very much going to colour my perception of whats going on 👀 and if the Sleeper is the woman on the portrait that happened to look a lot like Gideon …

‘but i still don’t know why i’m talking in meter’ someone free this man

i kinda ship Ortus and Matthias ngl

and the Sleeper has a metal tag, kinda like a name tag but it says the word ‘awake’, like some kind of message to Harrow to wake up?

nooo Abby i don’t want to say bye to all of you ghosty guys again

and the whole ghost gang is gonna go help Gideon the First fight the RB! thats a fight i wish i could actually see on page. speaking of, poor Gid, he’s the only Lyctor apparently doing his actual job at the moment. he’s gonna be so fucking confused when a bunch of stabby ghost cavaliers show up to help him

Harrow is finally getting some therapy. from ghosts, but it'll have to do

oh no but now Harrow has a terrible choice to make. and like i know that accepting Gideon’s death is technically the right thing to do (and probably better for Harrow’s mental health) i also really really don’t want Gideon to die again

‘Jeannemary said to tell Gideon hi’ awww Jeannemary’s lil crush on Gideon is still alive and well, unlike either of them

‘actually i’ve got something to tell you’ ohhh some brand new and shiny information is apparently coming Harrow’s way. would love to know what it is without the dramatic cliffhanger 

[sneezyguppy]

Quick little thing with my OCs, Avery and Casper. This is my first time writing snz, and I wrote this with... urgency, so the writing could probably be better... I just wanted to get this out, hah.

I've never been so embarrassed to post anything in my life, don't look at me... 😵‍💫

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“Alright, sweetheart. Hold still, okay?”

“Wait, what are you going to d-”

Before I could protest, Avery took my face in one large hand, tilting my head up. I gazed at him, my brows furrowed.

“Ah- What are you doing?” I tried again, eyes watering. The angle of my head only served to increase the itchiness of my nose, which I was certain must be flushed with irritation. I cursed myself; I was so excited for a walk in the park with Avery that I'd neglected to take my allergy medication, again.

“I'm going to help you sneeze, of course.”

“He’s going to what?!” My mind screamed, heat like wildfire spreading across my cheeks. I reached up with both hands, wordlessly grabbing Avery's arm as my tummy filled with butterflies, but he did not move… and with him holding my jaw, I was unable to look away.

Lifting his other hand, he revealed a vibrant bluejay feather, twirling it a few times before my eyes. My blush burned hotter as I looked desperately into his face, finding nothing but impish amusement there. He was teasing me with this!

“How interesting… you have the same look in your eyes, right now, that you get when I'm about to tickle you.”

I gasped, tightening my grip on his arm.

“A-Avery, wait-!”

He chuckled, unceremoniously positioning the feather under my nose. Then, he gently swiped it back and forth beneath my twitching nostrils, the silky tendrils fiendishly tickling my agitated skin.

“Ah, wait! Don't- do- ahhggggh-” I whimpered, squirming.

“Easy, now… I'm not going to stop, okay? Don't worry, I won't torment you… Just sneeze when you're ready, I'll keep tickling until you can.”

“A-Avery– hnk! – wh-what if I sneeze on y-ou?” I was trembling, now. Nobody had ever… assisted me in this way, before, and Avery clearly knew my feelings about it were hardly mundane. The urge to hide my flushed face from him was immense, but he did not seem keen to let me go.

He offered a small, almost sympathetic smile. “I’m pretty fast, you know; I can probably get out of the way in time. That said, though… I'm not the type of fellow to worry over a little snot.”

I felt my blush spread to my ears and down my neck. Avery noticed; his grin turned sly.

“Oh… That really did something for you, didn't it? I might be a gentleman, but I'm certainly not squeamish… Especially when it comes to you.”

I was helplessly tongue-tied. Avery continued to gently tickle my nose with the feather, tracing it along my septum, then around each sensitive nostril. He then positioned it such that the tip slightly entered my left nostril, wiggled it a bit, then repeated the same motion on the right.

“Eehhh…” My eyes welled with tears again as the itching sensation began to spread upwards, quickly growing in strength. I felt my chest beginning to heave involuntarily as I neared the point of no return, my breath hitching as my hands scrambled for an anchor, latching onto the front of Avery's shirt.

“Ehh.. ahh..”

“That's it… tickle, tickle, tickle…” He teased gently, his pace quickening a bit as he flicked the soft tip of the feather all around my nose. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't; with him holding my head up, much to my horror, I was going to sneeze into Avery's face.

In one swift motion, he dropped the feather and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket – of course he had one of those – catching my powerful release.

“HEAKyoo-!” I sneezed into the soft fabric.

“Oooh, that was a big one. Do you have any more?”

As if on command, I was seized by a few stuttering breaths, and then sneezed again into Avery's hand.

“HEAkyew-!”

And then, finally, a third.

“HEEAAchoo-!!”

“Hehe… gesundheit! Now, don't you feel better?”

I sniffled as he pinched the handkerchief closed, dabbing gently at my nose a few times, before folding it neatly and tucking it back into his pocket.

Finally free, I turned my head away as I reeled with embarrassment. Though I couldn't admit it, he was right; I was awash in endorphins and relief… so much, that I couldn't hide a smile as I responded:

“Oh, shove it, you cheeky cloud.”

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hi! I really liked your dad!jake stories and I've got an idea for an alternative version of Picasso (Specifically PT 2) where The reader ends up feeling really insecure and starts changing everything about herself, like she removes the color from her hair And doesn't even do her art anymore, and even begins to talk less and less and starts to just avoid people until Jake confronts her about it comforts her

I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort with dad!Jake lmao If you do take this idea could you tag me in it if you don't mind? :))

Oooh I love this idea <3, I literally wrote this during my planning period so I apologize if it isn't the best. Anyways dad!jake warms my heart, I wish he was real :(

Picasso P.II-Alternate Ending

Your dad was the first to notice you changing and not for the better since arriving at the island. It started with the removal of the pink from your hair which wouldn't have been a big deal until he asked if you wanted to put color back in and you shook your head no before he even got the question out of his mouth.

"Hey is everything alright with your sister?" He asked your twin.

"I haven't noticed anything different about her yet but I can keep an eye on her." He offered as your dad nodded his head.

The next red flag was that you stopped doing your art completely which neteyam brought to his attention. It had started when Tuk asked you to help her draw something and you said no poor Tuk didn't understand so neteyam stepped in and you bit his head off about it before leaving and leaving your siblings confused. 

"She just snapped at us." Neteyam said to your parents concerned.

Your parents looked at your room in concern as your siblings told them about your changing behavior and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Give her some space maybe she is just having a hard time adjusting to the situation." Neytiri said but your dad couldn't help but feel like something deeper was happening.

And he was right just as your siblings told him a few days ago, you truly stopped doing art which made him sad to see because you were just so talented in his eyes and he didn't understand what was happening with you. 

The final red flag was when you started avoiding everyone and talking less. Your dad noticed that you were less talkative with everyone but especially him, it was like you were closing yourself off from the world.

Your dad had enough and was planning on talking to you about it when you got home only when he returned he could hear your cries.

"Babygirl?" He asked stepping into your room.

All he saw was your tears before you ran into his arms and wrapped them around his waist making him concerned as he comforted you.

"It's okay baby girl, I'm right here." He said as your tears finally stopped and your breathing started to mellow out.

"I don't fit in here Dad...ever since we got here I've been picked on about my hair, my art, and just everything and I thought that maybe if I stopped doing that stuff I could fit in....but it still didn't work they still picked on me and I didn't want to say anything because it seemed like Neteyam and lo'ak we're adjusting fine...so I that kept it to myself but I can't do it anymore." You said as your father's heart broke.

"I just want to fit in." You said quietly snapping your dad out of his thoughts. 

"Look at me baby, you were born to fit in. You were born to stand out...the hair color... the art.... everything about you is born to stand out you're not supposed to be like me or your mother or your siblings....you are supposed to be your own person...and I know it's hard right now and I know what you are going through right now but don't conform....show them who you truly are...because the right ones will love you for it." Your dad said staring into your eyes as you nodded your head. 

"I love you baby and the next time you are even remotely feeling like this, I want you to come to tell me, I don't want you to ever suffer in silence again, you hear me?" He asked you. 

"I do. I love you, Dad, thank you." You said hugging him and feeling him squeeze you a little tighter. 

A few hours later, you were passed out in your dad's lap from all the crying when your family had come back for the evening...all laughing until they saw you and your dad and instantly shut up not wanting to disturb you. 

"Is she okay?" Your mom asked taking a seat next to your dad, running a hand through your hair. 

"She will be. Turns out some of the islanders had been making some comments about her and she took it to heart..she just wanted to fit in." Your dad said as your mom frowned not realizing her daughter had been hurting so much. 

"Oh, my sweet girl." She said placing a kiss in your hair. 

"You two..." Your dad said but they stopped him.

"Already on it..no one hurts her and gets away with it...but tomorrow let's spend the evening with her." Neteyam said taking a seat on the other side of your dad as your siblings gathered around you to make sure you felt how loved you were.

You smiled a small smile to yourself hearing all the kind words your family had to say about you and your uniqueness maybe being different was a good thing after all.