#otp: golden shot

[buttercup-art]

Smooch!

Felt like doing some stuff with color palettes, and I'm really happy with how it turned out! I used the palette "stella maris" from this set

[breezypunk]

something about the way those golden rays hit, it's like an aphrodisiac.

[hearts444karma]

「　𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ！」　☆彡　vezalius bandage

“you worried me. you worried me sick!” he mumbled turning to face you, looking directly into your eyes.

“Zaliii~ i’m sorry. I didnt expect it to be an ambush.” you whined, only to realize that Vezalius wasn’t even looking you in the eyes anymore. his eyes were fixated directly on your lips. he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

instead he reached a hand out and traced it over you lip, parting it slightly.

your heart was racing faster than you could ever imagine. you were certain your face was on fire, and no matter how badly you wanted to speak, nothing would come out.

you managed to splutter a quick "Zali," and his eyes suddenly shot up to your own.

"the.. the cut on your lip.. it's bound to scar." he said. he traced it slowly with his slender, cold thumb before tracing it back to your jawline.  he started to cup your face at this point, while you sat there admiring his appearance without saying a word.

his raven black hair sat on his scalp as it normally did.

albeit the fact that a few strands fell over and hung over his right eye. his warm, golden eyes gently look into yours. and before you realized it, his lips—his beautiful, gentle lips—were suddenly on yours.

your eyes widened at the unexpected warmth that enshrouded your lips. your heart fluttered down to your stomach as you felt the sensation people describe to be "butterfies".

he swiftly withdrew before you could ease into this new entanglement and make yourself more comfortable. you immediately put your hand to your lips in shock at what had just occurred.

“i-”

“FINALLY!”

you and Vezalius turned to face the entrance of the treatment room to see Vanta carrying an unconscious Willy over his shoulder. “my otp is finally happening!!”

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Moodboard Teaser: In Technicolor✨

With the release of the first chapter coming in hot with its expected release being this Friday at the latest or sooner (possibly as early as tomorrow) I wanted to take the time to acquaint everyone with the primary couples in this story. Usually I cap it at two couples and have auxilary couples and characters on the fringes. But because this is a crossover between two of my favorite shows, I have expanded it to three—possibly four—couples with auxilaries (secondary) on the fringes. These couples will include original characters i.e. Wynn Galpin who is Tyler Galpin’s younger sister. There is a crossover couple that joins the Wednesday group with the Riverdale group. This couple is where I expect to receive the most backlash but idc. Their my crossover otp and I hope you all trust me enough to keep reading and join me/the characters on this journey. I have also switched some things up with one of the Riverdale characters because the ship only got screen time in the last season and it did more for their character than their actual failed relationships did the entire season. Fight me. But don’t. Or do.

Anyway, here are the couples moodboards, as promised. The visuals were inspired by Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juilet because these past few months since January I have been on a 90’s and 2000’s kick and I am dying for how that movie captured the beauty, grit, grime, and excitement of LA. So enjoy and let me know what you think! 💜

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We open with our crossover couple who are the star-crossed lovers—Cheryl Blossom, the queen of the Palisades and star tennis player and Pugsley “Lee” Addams, the king of Elysian Heights and leader of his grunge sleeze band Texca. Born second generation to a working class defense attorny and day-time caregiver to the elderly, Lee Addams has just wants to make it through his senior year of high school and hangout with his friends on the weekend. But when he and his twin sister Wednesday step a little too far over the line at their old school their parents pull some strings to have their three children—Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert “Bertie” attend Morticia’s former high school. There, Lee unwittingly comes face to face with the campus queen, the indomitable and untouchable Cheryl Blossom. Born into privilege with the face of an angel and the bite of a viper, she has everything and anything. Influence thanks to her parents name. Adoration by way of her beauty. And power because of her abilities to manipulate others. But what happens when a hurricane meets an immoveable force? Will they fold? Destroy one another? What happens when the pretty vicious face isn’t all it seems to be and the cutting confidence is stripped away? Who are the real people that lie beneath it all?

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Next are our second pair of the four star-crossed lovers. While it is never a good idea to fall for your twin flame, for Tyler and Wednesday it isn’t so simple. Twin flames and soulmates fused into one as if it were a sick joke, their story begins at a party—the raven haired twin sister with her face painted like a Catrina (see: Dia de los Muertos symbols and iconography) and the Galpin golden boy dressed like Sir Lancelot with the sacred heart etched into his chest plate. Like her brothers, Wednesday grew up living a modest life where nothing was taken for granted and family sits at the heart of all major decisions. For Tyler, he has forgotten the importance of family and community after starting university where his life has evolved into an endless stream of parties and hookup’s. Never struggling but also never being challenged to be better or grow, he’s hit a wall. A mid-life crisis of sorts but at the already chaotic age of 18 with his 19th birthday right around the corner. But from the moment he lays eyes on Wednesday she is all he can think of. All he breathes and dreams of—a beautiful stranger that won’t free him. Yet when this silver tongued Casanova tries to approach the dark beauty he’s shot down. Challenged to question who he is and what he truly is doing with his life that matters. What is in store for the idealistic social revolutionist and her troubled admirer? Where will they land when the walls of his kingdom come crumbling down?

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The youngest of three siblings each yet one is protected and coddled like a greenhouse flower while the other has flourished amidst hardship and bouts of poverty. Wynn Galpin is caught in a never-ending loop of compassions to her twin older siblings, Tyler and Enid. Both are straight A students. Both star athletes with Tyler winning championship after championship for swim and Enid earning a full-ride scholarship to UCLA for volleyball. Both are charming and charismatic. Both are perfect and Wynn can never compare despite how she tries. She doesn’t have the passion for swim or volleyball so she chooses cheer. “That’s not a real sport” she’s told. Her siblings get A’s but she can hardly scrape by with B’s while battling her depression and anxiety. At all times, her mind is screaming for her to just run off and disappear. And after the loss of her friend and pseudo-sister Polly, the darkness has become more persuasive. More invasive and vicious. But it is during a spiral that forces her out of the gym during cheer practice that she runs into the new kid. The brainiac junior in her senior level AP classes. Pubert “Bertie” Addams. A carefree class clown with a heart of gold and the virgin Guadalupe drawn in vibrant neons on the bottom of his skateboard. Where will this new path take them when the class clown and the beauty queen who seems to always be in tears meet to form an oddball friendship? And what happens when their hearts begin to long for more than just friendship but their worlds couldn’t be more different? How will things turn out for the greenhouse flower and her sidewalk dandelion?

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What’s the worst that could happen when you fall in love with your best friend? What happens when you think they love someone else? When you think they could never see you the way you see them in return? Do you stand there and wait for them to turn around? Or do you walk away while piecing together your heart that will never know real closure? Reggie has asked himself these questions nearly every day for the past six years since his family moved to the fringes of the Palisades and enrolled him in the affluent junior high nearby. Archie Andrews was his first friend at his new school all those years ago. The first one to get up during lunch time and sit down next to him. The one who didn’t care that his parents weren’t from money and had only recently come into their fortune. The one who didn’t care that he didn’t have the newest clothes, phone, or hairstyle. Like a guardian angel come to save him from perpetual solitude, Archie befriended Reggie with a bright smile and a silly joke. And since that day, Reggie has kept his love for the redhaired boy wonder to himself. Has been the picture of what a bestfriend should be. Has supported Archie and defended him. Joined their high school swim team with him just so that they could live out Archie’s dream of being the one’s to break Tyler, the former captain’s, record and win more championships than him and his team did. Reggie has lived a beautiful but painful lie for nearly a decade and the cracks have begun to show. The devotion now agony. The love a barbed dagger twisted liettle by little every time he has to play third wheel on Archie’s dates with his girlfriend Veronica. But one night their eyes meet across a sea of moving bodies at a house party. Archie kissing Veronica but can’t stop looking at Reggie. There’s a spark. A sadness. Hope. But is there truth? Is there a willingness to be honest? To accept this attraction that has been there waiting from the start? Does Archie know what real love could be like if he just turned around? Or will the lovefool angel look away once again and leave the poor friend and saint in the dark?

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Stay tuned for more because this is only the beginning. Next will be the auxiliary couples, characters, and family boards for the three main ones at play. But the next next post that will be following this one will be the official titlecard for Chapter One. Can’t wait to see you all again there. 💜

[whywhatswrongwithblue]

In honour of @tentoorosemonth2023, here's fifteen brilliant and recent tentoo x rose fics i haven't recc'd before! please make sure to leave kudos and comment on these!!

all of these are tentoo x rose endgame.

*=multichapter, E=explicit

the stars collide as the planets turn by hippiebanana132

Author's summary: Her eyes flicker open again, clear just for a moment below the matted red streaks in her golden hair. One hand still clutched in his, she raises her other arm with great effort to reach shakily towards the lapel of his brown jacket, dangerously close to his right heart. He gathers her hand up just as her fingertips brush his shirt, brings it up to his lips, tells himself the contact is for her.

My remarks: A superb slice of life fic in which we see the otp through the eyes of ten. So, so wonderful and emotional ❤️

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident; nothing graphic.

2. and now you are and i am now by @lordy-lou

Author's summary: He doesn’t find a single atom of regret in the ashes of his strictures.

My remarks: A short and sweet introspective piece on the immediate aftermath of the beach scene.

3. Hunger by @metacrisisdoctor (E)

Author's summary: His hands are out his pockets milliseconds later. He walks over to her in three large steps and cups her face in her hands and pulls her mouth to his. It's a hard, bruising kiss. It's a kiss he's held in far too long. It's the kiss of a man who stood at the grave of the woman he loves, and has been gifted with her resurrection.

My remarks: An incredibly in character exploration of how the OTP's first time could've gone down. A shot of serotonin. They ended up together!!!

4. Washed Up Together by @thirdeyeblue *(E)

Author's summary: Not long after being left on Bad Wolf Bay, the Doctor and Rose quietly contemplate why their relationship has yet to progress.

My remarks: An endearing and filled to the brim with good ol' pining take on early days of tentoo x rose; includes a drunk!Doctor and a bar fight 👀

5. The Existence of Pears by @bravehandsomehero

Author's summary: The Doctor is forced to face his greatest enemy in the name of love: Pears. Metacrisis Doctor/Rose.

My remarks: An incredibly fluffy slice of life drabble featuring expectant parents tentoo and rose ❤️

6. hush now to sleep, on the wings of a butterfly by @nostradamus0

Author's summary: Mia pretends to fall asleep in the car so she'll be carried inside.

My remarks: The absolute CUTEST kid fic you will read featuring the Tyler family today. Contains like, illegal levels of soft.

7. in human condition by @queenofthecon* (E)

Author's summary: Rose gives the Doctor nothing short of a miracle; and then the universe threatens to taken them both away from him for good.

My remarks: Compelling character study of the Doctor and how vulnerable being human makes him!

Warnings: Whump, blood and injury, pregnancy

8. Bad Wolf Rising by @wyntereyez *

Author's summary: Werewolves thrive in Pete’s World, and they’re determined to bring about the Empire of the Wolf.

My remarks: This fic is, tragically, incomplete as of now, but it's probably one of the most engaging chapter 1's i've EVER read, and i am DYING to know what the author had in store!! Featuring an extremely in character Pete's world ensemble and a very House MD-ish Doctor who's been permanently injured, and werewolves, this fic is definitely worth a click!

9. shackles by @gingerteaonthetardis

Author's summary: She should've known. Like, she really should have known. Maybe it was just that she'd gotten sort of complacent, sort of used to the comfortable domesticity of their new life. Maybe she was just a fool. But he made it so easy to forget. When he folded her socks and handed her plates of banana pancakes and grumbled at the remote control, how could she not? How could she be expected to remember? That the Doctor was, at his core, incredibly reckless and fundamentally stupid.

My remarks: An incredible and humourous take on the 'handcuffed together' trope!

10. Together by @uthers-bald-head

Author's summary: Christmas dinner in the Tyler household is hectic but joyful nonetheless. Rose finds her mind wandering to the Doctor, but not the one that sits beside her.

My remarks: Short and sweet, with a perfect hint of angst concerning the time-lord Doctor.

11. moonlit kitchen floors by @zmbiicrsh

Author's summary: "You were easily convinced, you just couldn't resist me." Rose jabbed at him with a teasing voice. Though she never really knew when he fell in love with her and neither did he. It sort of just happened. So it really wasn't a surprise when he said sincerely, "No, I really couldn't."

My remarks: Captures an incredibly tender moment of dancing in the kitchen for these two ❤️

12. Street corner at two in the morning by @messierfourtytwo

Author's summary: A day in the life of Rose and TenToo. There’s something that Rose isn’t telling the Doctor…

My remarks: SO FLUFFY. Makes you want to melt.

13. spaces in between by @naaer

Author's summary: The fate of Pete's World is at stake, but the Doctor and Rose still find time to take a minute

My remarks: Tender drabble set in a dystopian!Pete's world. Beggginngggg for an extension.

14. Opposition of the Stars by @abadplanwellexecuted (E)

Author's summary: Post-Journey's End, first night in a hotel in Norway fic. Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor end up sharing a hotel room, and walls come tumbling down.

My remarks: When i tell you my SOUL left my body upon seeing this notification!! Written as it is by one of the all time greats, of course this fic is incredible!

15. Stargazing by @elialys

Author's summary: He's not cradling her bump tonight, nor has he pressed his lips to her tense skin to murmur words she cannot hear, only feel. He’s using one finger on her, the tip of it gently tracing patterns on the curve of her stomach. At first, she wonders if he’s spelling letters, trying out the few names they’re considering for her, but Rose quickly dismisses the idea, not recognizing any letter—nothing English. What he’s drawing isn’t random, though. There is intent in the way his fingertip slowly moves upon her.

My remarks: Intimate and tender and brilliant. Forever manifesting your return to Doctor Who😭😭😭

And that's it for this list!! I missed out on quite a few, so i'll probably make another list next week. Show these stories all the love!!

[dramioneasks]

hogwarts fics where all of draco’s friends know he likes hermione but draco doesn’t realize it yet

A Little Something New - GreenInk_RedLetters - T, 14 chapters - “Oh? You taking a pledge for my protection, Malfoy?” She teased. He was smirking and hell but it did something to her. “I believe… They call that a knight in shining armor.” He fingered his chin. “Got an opening, Granger?” After a string of bad dates and unexpected work issues, Hermione Granger doesn’t have time for her best friend’s request to set her up on a blind date. She’s done with men wasting her time and bleh having a total lack of ambition. Draco Malfoy doesn’t expect much out of life, and he certainly doesn’t expect the Golden Girl of all people to come barging into his life again. She hates him, doesn’t she? Or is it simply his best friend playing matchmaker again? Dramione story with a myriad of misunderstandings, a matchmaking Theo Nott, alcohol-induced dinner parties, and light-hearted banter.

Friendly Interference By: cleotheo - T, 5 Chapters - When Draco refuses to ask Hermione out his best friend, Blaise Zabini steps in and vows to bring the pair together. Will Blaise be successful in getting the couple together or will he ruin any chance they have of happiness with his interference? Short five part story.

Big Dick Energy by louiseob - E, 9 chapters - After months of successfully keeping Ginny Weasley away from happy hours with her coworkers, Hermione finally relents and allows her to tag along. Unfortunately, her crassest friend wants nothing more than to embarrass Hermione and (hopefully) get her and Draco sodding Malfoy into bed together one and for all.

mischief-makers (up to no good) - riddikulus_puff - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had been a couple since the beginning of their eighth year at Hogwarts but spilt up pretty quickly after leaving school because of pathetic arguments between the two of them. But their group of friends had enough of their constant complaining about missing the other person. So, that was how Hermione and Draco ended up forced to go on a road trip to the beaches of Cornwall with Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter and Theodore Nott, with Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom also joining them. It was like the plot from a crappy romantic comedy that Hermione had absorbed in the early weeks of her breakup. But, their friends had a plan. Project get Dramione back together! A one-shot for the 2023 Year of the OTP Fic Fest

Blind Date by zarahjoyce - G, one-shot - Harry, Ron, and Pansy - three people stupid enough to set-up Draco Malfoy on a blind date with Hermione Granger. What could possibly go wrong?   

Blue Blouse - Shanxnoir - E, 2 chapters - For fucks sake why did she have to wear that colour? Every week day was a different colour blouse, but Friday’s were different. Something about seeing her in that perfect periwinkle shirt had him coming undone.

Two Desks Apart -  msmerlin - T, 6 chapters - Draco used routine to work through his emotional baggage post-war, using a strict set of rules to regulate his once out of control life. His parents and friends express concern over his stagnant life in the form of setting him up on blind dates in hopes of helping Draco find ‘the one’. Little did they all know, the witch who captured his heart had been just two desk apart from him for the past two years.

-Lisa

[anomalyaly]

Finally filled out one of these character charts for my new MC, Elsie from my story Secrets of the Silent Stars! The story takes place starting fifth year with some of the events from Hogwarts Legacy.

You can read it on AO3 or Wattpad!

Character sheet by @kiwiplaetzchen

Elsie Corvin

Asks:

OTP: SebElsie (1), SebElsie (2)

Elsie (1), Elsie (2), Elsie (3), Elsie (4), Elsie (5), Elsie (6)

In-game photos (ps4):

Sorting ceremony

DADA

Hogsmeade

Restricted Section

Herbology

Undercroft

Beasts class

Jackdaw's Tomb quest

Autumn

Meeting the Sallows (and Lodgok)

Salazar Slytherin's Scriptorium

Mood board

Commissions and Art:

Elsie by ladyofsappho

Other works:

Stolen Vows: AU ACOTAR/HL one-shot EXPLICIT AO3/Wattpad

Synopsis and background below:

Elsie Corvin lives a regular life under the scrutiny of her parents, always expected to do what is proper in order to someday be the best example of their family. But when a dinner party turns disastrous, she is thrust into a new world that she didn't know existed. As with all new discoveries, there is a darker side to the magic in her possession. Reluctant to be the "chosen one", she finds herself having to choose between doing what others expect from her or doing what is right.

Some secrets are best left hidden in the silence of the stars.

(See A/N for TWs)

Family Life

Elsie Genevieve Corvin was born to two muggles, Arthur and Maria Corvin in London, England on March 14, 1874.

She is the oldest of three siblings - her brother Benjamin is a year younger, and her sister Lydia is 6 years younger.

Her grandmother (mother's side) had moved to America where she had Elsie's mother. Her mother met her father when he traveled overseas for business, and they returned to England where they married. Her grandmother went with them.

Elsie and her brother were close growing up. She would follow him and his friends around and listen in on their conversations to learn what she wasn't being taught, and he would help her.

Elsie was very close with her grandmother before she passed when Elsie was 10.

Her father is very demanding and calculated. They argue a lot when Elsie is home because of his expectations for her.

Her parents have two homes - her father's townhome in the city for business, and a countryside home outside of London for pleasure (a gift to her mother when they were married).

Before

Her mother had 2 miscarriages in between her brother and her sister. Elsie was parentified by her family while her mother grieved.

Her father's father was high up in a finance company and passed on his wealth and job title to Elsie's father.

Elsie and her brother were given the highest expectations of the family - her brother to continue the family name and work at the finance company, and Elsie to help grow their wealth by marrying into another wealthy family.

Elsie met her suitor when she was 13.

She was taught by a governess when she was little and went to a finishing school when she was old enough. Elsie struggled to fit in and accept how things were taught, as her grandmother had raised her mother more progressively.

Her mother taught her to read. They have a strained relationship, but she is closer with her because of this.

She would sneak books into her room, either from buying them during her family's shopping trips, sneak them from her father's library, or her brother would bring her stories from his travels.

She was always naturally curious and would often get in trouble by her father or her governess/teachers for asking too many questions.

She was not very social and was considered an odd child. She made one or two friends growing up but generally was very sheltered.

Her emotional repression is ultimately what triggered her magic manifesting.

Elsie and her brother drifted apart when her magic manifested.

Elsie makes it her responsibility to take care of her sister, and she feels immensely guilty when she leaves for Hogwarts.

Physical appearance

Elsie has black hair and dark brown eyes that look almost golden in the sun.

She has freckles along her nose and cheeks.

She's not high-maintenance when she styles herself once she attends Hogwarts, but she likes to give herself a little bit of makeup and dress cleanly.

She wears her hair back in a braid to keep it out of her face when she styles it herself.

Random facts!

Her wand is made of Cherry wood and has a Phoenix core.

She loves daffodils.

Her grandmother taught her about the stars. She doesn't care for all of the facts about stars as much as she does about the constellations and what they remind her of.

She has a temper but she rarely lets it show unless thoroughly provoked. If she lashes out with big feelings, it usually means it's been repressed for a long time.

Her patronus is an Osprey.

Her boggart is often someone she values the opinion of (Fig, her parents, etc.) publicly expressing their disappointment in her or berating her.

[stylespresleyhearted]

CCG — THE PRESS RUN

Notes: It’s been a long time, baby. Life has been kicking my ass but I still think of this universe constantly. Adore you @blainesebastian <3

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enews Elvis star Austin Butler had his leading lady on his arm at Cannes Film Festival. The couple looked stunning and more in love than ever with Butler encouraging her to pose for some solo shots. More pics of the two of them in the link in our bio

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butlerbot SHE’S SO PRETTY IM JEALOUS

austinnb have you guys seen the video that dropped 😭 he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she posed !!!

y/naustin she was so shy and he still had her take some on her own jsgsh

sheilableu Everything I see about this couple I enjoy. Very in love and genuine I see them lasting.

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tmz The best girlfriend award goes to? Austin Butler’s lady has been sure to show her support for Butler through the release of the Elvis film. She as well as his sister accompanied the Elvis star to his debut interview with Jimmy Fallon. Fans were chanting her name as she entered. Pics and videos at the link in our bio

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paparazzi1 when the fans of heart throbs like you, you’re in it for the long run. was lucky enough to meet them and they were so kind and graceful

ccgfan her style is TO DIE FOR

butlerrr She looks like the star and Austin is the supportive boyfriend lmao

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hollywoodreporter A cute moment on the Golden Globes red carpet shared between Elvis star Austin Butler and his longtime girlfriend 💕 Butler spent a few seconds frantically looking around for his beautiful date but when he spotted her posing on the carpet he couldn’t help but erupt in joy and rush to plant a sweet kiss on her. Video on our TikTok and at the link in our bio 

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louisemarie they called me single and said im gonna die alone i can’t handle their cuteness

butlerrr HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH HER 😭

butlerbot siri play ‘can’t keep my eyes off you’

presleyfan her little giggle 🥰 austin is so baby

rileykeuogh This is so real. One of the first things I noticed meeting them is how in love he is. 💗

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coffeegirl I’m so proud of you, babe. I witnessed you pour your heart and soul into this role and there’s no one more deserving. Love you so.

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ashleytisdale THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!!!

catherinemartindesigns All that coffee must have helped, darling 😉

bazluhrmann No words to express the pride I feel in this guy and the work he did. Unreal.

oliviadejonge 🌹🙌🏼

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ccgupdates Reaction during Austin’s BAFTA winning speech. “… to my girlfriend, the best partner, my best friend, I thank my lucky stars every day I have you by my side. If it wasn’t for your constant love and support, for all the coffee, most of which I only ordered to see you on long set days*laughs* for the oreos and ginger ale — you’re the best part of my dreams coming true. I love you, baby.”

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presleyfam They both got teary eyed and he choked up I can’t -

butlerbot HE LOVES HER SO MUCH LIKE HE IS SO IN LOVE ❤️❤️😭😭💗💗💗

mccall OTP. CRYING.

austinelvis Ok did anyone else also spot Brendan crying during Austin’s speech too? Austin had everyone teary eyed, he’s so genuine

ashleybee ❤️

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austinbnews Austin and his girlfriend leaving the Oscars before heading to the Variety after party.

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butlerbot It’s so good to see him smiling 😭 I know it’s because he has her with him thats why I love her she makes him so happy

austinfan the Oscars were rigged but I’m happy he has her!!!

sharonbleu True love ❤️

ccgupdates They are each other’s favorite win, as long as they have each other they will always be happy and smiling and in love.

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

We're back with more community faves! The coven loves sharing these recs and we know the creators are so happy to see the blurbs about why you are so fond of these pieces.

Check them out and leave some comments and kudos!

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“After the Proposal” and other comics (@smileyrice) “I don’t know how to find all of smileyrice’s SC fanart works in one place but this adorable bit is emblematic of the drawings, comics, sketches, and other works depicting day-to-day scenes and stories of David and Patrick’s lives. All of smileyrice’s art is just precious and beautiful. The stories are adorable and the design/look of the comics is at once true to the canon and quite original. I love them very much and am grateful to be able to revisit them often.”

All things being equal (surreal) “It's such an honest and beautiful look at disability and representation, but not in a gimmicky way. It's really just a love story, for the OTP we all hold so dear, with one little thing changed. Also, the level of healthy communication in this is like 27/10.”

the ever and ever that fiction allows (lookingforshadows) “An underrated, sparkling gem of a fic.”

Happy Golden Days of Yore (@blueink3)  “It’s my annual Christmas Eve read (and often times in between when I need a good cry with a happy ending). Divorced David and Patrick are so broken without each other and this fic heals them in the best possible way. It is sob-inducing but so satisfying in the end. The writing is superb.” 

The Immortals of Schitt’s Creek (middyblue) “I love the magical realism in this fandom and this fic was one of the firsts for me and I come back to it often. There’s seasonal vibes, drama, bittersweet realities, fluff, smut, and everything in between.”

Improv piecing (@my-nameless-bliss) “David feels that love is like fabric. He’s used to having to piece together scraps to have enough, but Patrick has him rethinking the metaphor. I love this peek into David’s head—the bits of his history, the careful consideration of people’s motivations, the focus on figuring out how to do this early relationship “correctly.” Nameless_bliss has such a gift for sounding relaxed and effortless while actually packing a lot of thought and emotion into each section.”

It’s Time (@lisamc-21) “I keep going back to this. It's not the longest fic yet you still feel the years of pining that happened prior to where this story starts. I love a good friends to lovers fic and this is one of my faves!”

Moon Shot (@resilientrose) “This fic is beautifully written with a captivating plot and wonderful characterisation. The angst will make you hurt but the payoff is well worth it. A fabulous college AU with art student David and baseball player Patrick.”

Small projects (GClane) “It's gentle, but packs a massive punch.“

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This blog is for fanfictions (my own and others). I want this to be a place to showcase work such as snippets of my favorite scenes as well as some of my art for those scenes. I would like to also read and share my favorite parts of other's work and promote them as well. Fair warning; I usually write about my Naruto OTP, most stories are Nejiten based with sprinkles of other couples. If you would like to read my headcannons; here it be (because I need to fix what Kishi broke...which was my heart and my ship LOL) Most works are being re-written/finished You can find other works here as well: AO3 | fanficdotnet Works in progress: Down Under: The Great Assassin Hyuga Neji was dragged out of his underground prison cell, wrists broken by that Uchiha guard, and kicked in the face just to be told that he is to compete to be the Golden King's champion and guard the princess. Now why would he do that? For his freedom, of course. Book 1 to the Goddess' blessing series. Wripples: A collection of NejiTen one shots, some AU some not so much...requests are welcome Frequency: Continuation of Wavelength:Radio- After returning home, a decision must be made about if and how Tenten will go about handling her father's loose ends. She is convinced by her team to take on the mission. Neji is determined to support her as she steps back into her work and watches her become the legend that she always was. IPod Shuffle:The Shame Playlist: An aggressively smutty, lemon-limey...you get it. Each one-shot is associated with a song. It's called the shame playlist for a reason. (The first onshot is a SasuNejiTen threesome, fight me) Restless Days: Prequel to Sleepless nights; a colection of vignettes highlighting Neji, Tenten, and Lee's high school and early college experiences.

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This One's For You

A Soul Eater fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

Seventh in my series of 31 prompt-based one-shots. Prompts from this list.

AND... Monthly OTP prompt fills from this list for Spirit and Stein, because I cannot stop writing about them. I’m happy to hear recommendations each month for which prompt to write next.

A/N: This started with a tiny, vague mental image I've been holding for months that I needed to express, and a plot formed around it. My hope was for a short fluffy something, but, Stein decided otherwise... Yeahhh the characters took complete control of this one. I had next to nothing to do with this until near the end when...a song that is tied to these two for me decided to jump into the story too. And I don't write songfic, haha. Aaahhhhh this one might be out of character, I'm not sure. They're teenagers. Spirit is 16 which would make Stein 13, in my headcanon. I also headcanon that Spirit played electric guitar as a teenager then gave it up. There's an Easter Egg for another of my fics in this which gets revealed in the end notes if you don't catch it yourself. And of course, don't read the end notes cuz spoilers. Oh, there's one line directly implying something NSFW that I'll leave up to interpretation. But just a warning that it exists, I guess. That's why the "teen" rating. And, it doesn't get mentioned in the story, but I'm compelled to inform everyone that Spirit's hair is in a ponytail. Because. Yeah. Okay, anyway. 7. Bells (from the December list) 4. Peace (for April, from the monthly OTP list)

This One's For You

Spirit was half-reclined on his bed when Stein walked into their shared bedroom. Half, because it was nearly impossible to play his guitar properly if he lay flat the way he truly felt like doing. Instead, he had most of both of their pillows shoved up behind his back and up under his elbow so he could lean his head and shoulders against the wall with the guitar nearly flat across his lap, though his legs were crossed to help elevate the neck of the instrument.

He plucked two strings together in harmony, listened to the sound through the amplifier and the way it decayed with the delay setting he'd put on, and then plucked another two in the progression.

The full light of the sunset was blocked from entering the windows by the thick of the trees outside, but the room was still beginning to turn pink from the glow that couldn't ever be fully shut out, and golden pinpricks of light were hitting the wall above Spirit's head where they broke through the foliage.

Spirit glanced up at his partner still standing in the open doorway as he plucked another chord. He took in the tense posture, the stiff set of Stein's jaw. Watched his bright, ever-calculating eyes study his position on the bed before Stein finally reached behind him to push the door closed. The meister's gaze shifted to the window, blinds closed on Stein's half but raised on Spirit's.

Stein crossed the room briskly, pulled the cord to close the rest of the blinds to perhaps five inches—a height that would still allow enough light in as long as the sun was up, but that would block the view of the interior to any passersby.

Stein's hands were empty, and except for the way he was holding himself Spirit couldn't see anything amiss about him to provide evidence as to the meister's seeming sour mood. He shifted up slightly on the pillows and pulled the body of the electric guitar nearer to his stomach as he observed his younger partner.

He plucked another two strings, and Stein turned from where he'd paused at the window.

"Writing another song for some girl?"

There was a bite to his tone that Spirit recognized wasn't truly meant for him. Whatever had upset his meister, he was apparently going to take it out on him rather than talk about it. Which wasn't really a surprise.

Spirit lightly shook his head. "No. Just playing around."

He picked a simple pattern across three strings, and Stein's brow furrowed.

"Can you turn off the delay?"

Spirit couldn't help but smile as he shifted again, leaned forward to flip the switch on the amp at the foot of the bed, and then attempted to get comfortable again.

When he looked back at Stein, the meister's brow had furrowed. It was clear to Spirit that he was looking for a fight, but the weapon was in no mood to give him one. But the alternative, experience had taught Spirit, was that if he didn't provide something then Stein would simply leave and manage his frustrations elsewhere, whatever they were.

Experience had also taught Spirit that more often than not, that didn't end well for either of them.

"Come here."

"What?"

The furrow in Stein's brow deepened and he raised his head just so, so that the overhead light reflected off his glasses and hid his eyes. His jaw had tensed further, and a frown was just visible at the corners of his mouth.

"Come here," Spirit repeated just as gently.

He shifted further upright on the bed, laying the guitar across his lap for a moment to tug up his jeans as he uncrossed his legs and pulled his collared t-shirt back into place, it having become a bit twisted in his relaxation.

Stein looked uncertain, but after a moment he moved forward and crawled up onto the bed to sit next to the weapon. He pressed his back against the wall as he shifted nearer, which Spirit found telling.

He lifted the guitar into Stein's lap.

"Let me show you."

"What? No. I've told you, I don't need to try it to understand how it—"

He cut himself off abruptly as Spirit moved right next to him and set his arms around him, made more difficult by the posture Stein had chosen; Spirit had to wiggle his chest between Stein's back and the wall to get even remotely near enough to aid in the holding of the guitar.

The meister had gone tense and yet pliant as Spirit shifted the guitar to an appropriate angle, took hold of Stein's left hand as his own right hand muted the strings.

"I'll just show you some really basic chords. Here. Third finger, third fret, first string. If you only strum the first four..." Spirit held Stein's finger to the string and then lightly strummed. The processed sound came through the amp, sounding a bit strange pointed away from them and too soft to truly ring through the space. "That's a simple G-chord."

Spirit could feel Stein's heart pounding through his back, no doubt from anxiety at the unexpected contact. But he'd not pulled away. Spirit had learned that sometimes, despite the meister's seeming aversion to touch, it wasn't completely unwelcome. It was simply that he didn't really understand what he wanted.

Stein had no response, visible or otherwise, to the chord that resulted from Spirit's holding his finger to the string.

"Give it a try," Spirit encouraged, lifting Stein's right hand so he could strum the chord.

After a moment, the meister swallowed and blinked into focus. His thumb moved inelegantly over the strings, and the sound bled through the amp.

Spirit let go of his left hand, and Stein's instantly released the string. The remaining echo became discordant.

"You have to hold onto it. Here, this is an easy C. Just four strings again."

He manipulated Stein's fingers into the shape, and this time the younger boy held on when Spirit let go. Spirit strummed the chord, and then moved his hand out of the way. After a moment, Stein's tentatively came up to copy the action.

"And, ah... An E-minor, that's the easiest. First and second fingers, fifth and fourth strings, second fret."

He waited, and Stein slowly copied the instructions to hold the strings down. His brow had furrowed again, and Spirit could feel his heart rate starting to relax.

"There, see? You can play a lot of songs with just three chords. And a capo, haha."

When the minor chord had finished ringing from the amp, Stein carefully slid the guitar toward Spirit.

"You play something."

Spirit's smile tightened in disappointment. "You don't want to give it a try?"

Stein shook his head. But, Spirit noted, whatever frustration the meister had been trying to bury when he entered the room was gone from the bright, green eyes. In its place was a different sort of anxiety that Spirit didn't fully understand, but recognized was something Stein only allowed him to see.

Spirit took the guitar and carefully shifted back into his spot against the pillows. He kept his surprise hidden when Stein followed, kneeling to face him as Spirit got comfortable again and positioned the guitar.

He was about to ask if Stein had any requests, but the meister preempted him.

"Not something you've written for some girl."

Spirit huffed quietly. It was always 'some girl' with the younger teen. He had teased before that Stein would understand soon enough, and his partner had teased right back that his hormones were overactive and that he could probably take something to treat that.

It had been a very awkward end to the conversation when Spirit quipped that he had his own treatment, and Stein hadn't immediately processed the meaning. He'd gotten to it without Spirit spelling it out, but the meister had definitely behaved differently toward him since then, Spirit suddenly realized. He supposed Stein really was still just too young for that sort of thing.

"Why not?" he couldn't help but ask.

Some of the anger rose again behind Stein's eyes. "Because they're not important."

"I work hard on those—"

"You're usually on to the next girl in less than a month. So the songs can't really mean that much."

Spirit's lips had parted in surprise, and he held the annoyed gaze of his meister. There was more Stein wanted to say, he could tell. Everything in his posture and eyes and the renewed set of his jaw spoke of frustration.

Spirit was disappointed that his attempts at soothing his partner had backfired, but it was momentarily forgotten as irritation mingled with the guilt Stein's words had stirred deep in his soul.

"Do you even remember them?"

The accusation cut even harder, and Spirit wondered if Stein meant the songs or the girls. His brow furrowed in defiance even as he realized that for both, and for most, the answer was no.

"How can you care so little about something?"

It would be an insult to think Stein meant the songs with that question. Not that it was impossible, but, based on the absolute ice that was touching the meister's voice, Spirit knew otherwise.

It wasn't that he didn't care... It was that they just weren't really looking for a relationship. Neither him, nor the girls he flirted with. It was something mutually understood that didn't even need to be spoken. They were just teenagers having a good time, after all. It's what teenagers do. Stein was just too young to understand.

He took a long, slow breath and closed his eyes as he realized he'd been frowning so hard that his forehead hurt. It wasn't Stein's fault. He was only seeing things in the way he knew how. He would understand someday. And then, Spirit could tease Stein about his girlfriends and remind him about how he had been so sure it was a waste of time. It would be something they could laugh about together.

His mood resolved, he sighed and opened his eyes to reply. But then his lips parted again when he saw Stein.

The meister had dug his fingers into Spirit's blankets and had his eyes tightly closed, head downcast as he scowled at whatever was in his mind. Spirit bit his lip, and then turned the guitar volume down before reaching out to gently touch Stein's shoulder.

"Hey..."

Stein didn't pull away, but Spirit felt rather than saw the sudden hitch in Stein's breath at the contact.

"It's not..." he began softly, unsure what had Stein suddenly so upset. "It's not that I don't care. I do. But they only care so much, too. They care the same amount that I do. It's just...not anything serious."

Stein looked up. His eyes were bright with unshed tears, and Spirit's stomach swirled in unease. Whatever anxiety Stein had come back to their room with that Spirit had been trying to help him forget, he'd clearly made much worse. And he wasn't sure what to do now that Stein had turned his stress fully against him.

"Why are you okay with it?" Stein finally hissed on a single breath, immediately clamping his jaw closed again as he struggled to regain control of his emotions.

Spirit puzzled over the question. He thought he'd just answered that. It was mutually understood between he and anyone he pursued that it was just casual.

"I thought..."

Spirit focused on Stein's face again.

"I thought you were better than that."

Spirit frowned. Stein wasn't anyone to suddenly come in and be his moral judge. Not with the things he did, the worse things he imagined doing...

It must have shown on Spirit's face, because Stein suddenly scoffed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Spirit was quick however, not even watching the fall of the guitar as he reached up and gripped the boy's arms, halting his escape before he'd even stood up.

"Stein!" he said. The meister tensed under his hold.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell Stein that it was none of his business what he did with any girls. But he knew that couldn't really be what was bothering his young friend, and getting to the bottom of that was far more important. He slowly let out a breath, let his fire cool again.

"Stein. It's okay, I promise you. They're okay with it. There's nothing wrong with any of it..."

Stein tensed further, and Spirit frowned quizzically.

"Why do you care, anyway?"

The only reply was silence.

Spirit watched the taut muscles of his partner's neck, watched as he barely breathed under the weapon's hold. A golden-pink light from the window was reflecting off the front of Spirit's guitar, heralding the sun's departure.

The moments passed, and Spirit started slowly turning his thumbs in circles against the tight muscles of Stein's shoulders.

"Just play your guitar, Spirit," Stein said hoarsely.

Anger forgotten, Spirit's chest ached as he realized Stein had begun crying. What was truly upsetting his partner? Was it something he had done?

"Only if you stay."

It was a feeble plea, as Spirit knew Stein didn't really care for his guitar playing one way or another. And apparently, given his opinion on Spirit's usual endeavors with it, he probably disliked it entirely.

Silence again. Spirit watched the light on the windowsill slowly change to amber, dust floating through its beams.

"Then let go of me."

Spirit let go, banking on Stein keeping his word, and grabbed up the guitar from where it had fallen on the bed.

"Come back here."

Spirit watched as Stein reached up and took off his glasses, wiped his face with his sleeve, and then slowly turned back around on the bed and tucked his feet under him. His expression was as flat as he could make it, given the circumstances, but in his eyes Spirit still saw that anxiety that only he was permitted to see.

"Just... Relax," Spirit said, even as he couldn't help but frown.

The conversation had unnerved him, and as he continued unnecessarily shifting around for comfort, he couldn't think of a single thing to play.

He heard Stein sniff, and when he glanced up the meister was wearing a rarely-seen expression of distress that he rapidly hid away again behind the impassivity he preferred to show the world.

Spirit considered the issue as he tried to think of something to play: why would Stein care about his dates? It wasn't like he ever brought them back to their place. They were never in Stein's way...

Spirit's eyes widened as he slowly sucked in a breath.

Was that the problem?

He always came back at night—most nights. But with as much time as he spent taking girls out, he barely even did his homework lately. He supposed that outside of class and their extracurricular assignments, he really...hadn't been spending much time with Stein.

Had Stein been surprised to find him at home that evening?

A different guilt had Spirit's stomach turning with that revelation. He leaned back on the pillows and after adjusting the volume set his fingers to the guitar strings, decisively shaping a chord. And then as an afterthought, he stretched one foot toward the amp and pushed the corner of it so it turned on its dolly and wasn't facing entirely away from them.

Stein was watching him, his glasses folded in one hand but face as still as stone. Spirit began plucking out a practiced melody, suddenly self conscious about singing, and hoped it could at least be a beginning to an apology he realized now was necessary. Part of him still wanted to argue that Stein would be no different in a few years, but that didn't absolve him of the hurt he had apparently caused in the present.

He shifted his attention to the song, picking out each note with precision as he tried to work up the courage to sing. He had never been nervous around Stein with this sort of thing before, but the sudden realization that his every action of late was being watched and judged had him uncertain how his partner would respond.

"Are you making this up?" Stein asked suddenly.

"What? No," Spirit said, brow furrowing.

"I haven't heard it before."

Spirit sighed.

"I don't play this one in front of you."

Spirit watched as familiar curiosity began to rise in Stein's eyes despite the anxiety and the hurt, and he shifted back again as he focused on adding more complexity to his playing, strumming the chords before picking out the melodic lines.

Stein shifted too, reaching back to turn the amplifier the rest of the way to face the bed and then set his glasses on top of it.

"This one is different."

Spirit didn't look up, intent now on getting the song exactly right.

"This one is more interesting."

Spirit pursed his lips as a mixture of pride and affection started silencing the disquiet in his head.

"Ah... I hope so. I've been working on it for months."

He looked up and paused in the middle of the progression, letting a suspension chord ring out.

Stein was looking at him in yet another way Spirit had never been able to make sense of despite the years he'd had to try to understand. He had looked at him that way the very first day they'd met, and sometimes would even stop mid-conversation to just stare at him, usually after something Spirit had said; it was something deeper than curiosity, but seeming just as without explanation to even the meister as it was to his weapon. For awhile it had been unnerving, but Spirit knew at least there was no ill intent behind it. And whatever it meant, it was yet another expression that Stein reserved only for him.

Now, his attention was pulled away from Stein's wide, searching eyes to the way the rosy-orange beams of the sunset were making the edges of his hair seem to glow around his face. Spirit reached forward and Stein's focus instantly shifted, following the motion of his hand, but he didn't shy away when Spirit feathered Stein's hair between his fingers.

The light brought shining life into the thin strands of silver, and they sparkled almost translucent in the golden rays. The contrast of this radiance—all drawing his gaze back to Stein's verdant eyes staring back at him—with the dull overall appearance the meister seemed to want to effect had Spirit smiling.

For as much as Stein was an enigma, Spirit knew him better than the facade he showed the world.

A question had formed in Stein's eyes as to what suddenly had the weapon's so soft, but he didn't voice it. He only stared back as Spirit smoothed down the hair he'd disturbed and then returned his hand to the guitar.

"This one's for you."

"...What?"

"It's not perfect yet... I'd wanted it to be a surprise. But..."

Spirit started the song over, felt his fingers shake suddenly as he became more aware of his audience. His voice was no steadier than his hands as he began singing to the softly strummed chords.

He didn't glance up as he felt Stein shifting, heard a pair of shoes fall to the floor, and he knew without looking that the younger teen had taken up position on his knees with his feet tucked under him, hands likely fidgeting with the seams of his pants.

"'And I think we're chosen, like our fates are woven...'"

Spirit grew no less nervous as he sang through the lyrics, but Stein had asked him to play. And he owed him this he supposed, if his guess about his meister's current melancholy was correct. Finished or unfinished, he shouldn't ever leave Stein in doubt of his place in his life.

He reached the end of a chorus and paused in playing again, finally looking up. Then, his face fell.

Stein's expression was tense, confused. His brow was furrowed and his eyes unfocused where they were directed at Spirit's left hand on the strings, and his fingers were gripping tightly into the blankets again.

"You...don't like it?" Spirit asked quietly, amazed the words made it past his lips as his heart began to sink.

Stein's eyes, suddenly bright with something Spirit couldn't identify, snapped up to his. When his lips parted to speak, they trembled.

"I do."

Bewildered now, Spirit's heart ached in the fear that he'd somehow made everything worse.

"Come here," he said, almost a plea as he shifted on the pillows again and moved the guitar to lean more against his stomach.

Stein hesitated, but then awkwardly moved not to sit beside him, but to lie partially across Spirit's crossed legs with his head touching the body of the guitar. Spirit's brow rose, but Stein met his eyes in quick explanation.

"I want to feel it."

Spirit considered a moment, the angle making it impossible for him not to touch Stein's hair while playing at the least. But given the meister's chosen posture, he supposed that didn't matter.

He also decided not to mention that Stein would feel the vibrations far better by being next to the amp, and once he'd found an acceptable angle for his right arm, he strummed a chord.

Stein shifted slightly, raising his knees and gripping his hands over his middle. But his eyes stayed locked onto Spirit's. Spirit strummed another chord, and then picked out some of the melody of the song as he watched Stein curiously.

He realized all of a sudden that his partner's expression had changed. Stein was looking at him in that private way again, but deeper in his eyes behind that mysterious look was...hope.

Hope for what?

Spirit felt another pang of guilt, and he glanced at his left hand to cover the nerves he suddenly felt.

"I'm, ah... I'm going to cancel my date tomorrow night," he said. He plucked out more of the melody. "If you're not busy... We should do something."

Against his thigh, he could just feel Stein's heart rate increase through his back.

He looked down again, his own heart pounding as he met Stein's eyes. An instinctive yearning joined the race of blood in his veins, and before he could think about it, he was tentatively curling his soul wavelength along the edges of Stein's.

Stein's brow rose, and Spirit's stomach turned nervously as he saw hesitation in his meister's eyes. Since when had Stein ever been uncertain about resonance? But it faded quickly, and as Stein's soul slowly entwined with his he watched a soundless sigh escape his partner's lips.

Somehow resonating still gave no clarity to the look in Stein's eyes, and there was something in his soul that he was keeping guarded. But there was also such a great relief in the connection that Spirit felt his own anxiety begin to calm in time with Stein's.

Outside the window, the sun dipped below the lowest branches of the trees and sent brighter beams of light piercing the room, illuminating Stein's face and Spirit's hands and reflecting brightly off the guitar. Stein closed his eyes against the invasion and shifted to be more comfortable on Spirit's leg, the side of his head still leaned against the instrument.

Spirit cleared his throat as he shifted his hand up the neck of the guitar and shaped the next chord, readying to sing the song's chorus again. Stein's soul was relaxing into his, and Spirit's own slowly calmed in response. He wished he could convince Stein to let go of whatever it was that still had his heart pounding, but he was grateful for the trust he'd been given; if Stein wanted him to know, he would tell him eventually.

He strummed the chord. He watched Stein's expression soften with the sound, the lines of tension in his forehead ease. Their resonance matched effortlessly to the frequency, and Spirit strummed the chord again.

He sighed and reached down to Stein's chest, and the meister's eyes opened briefly when Spirit separated his hands and wove their fingers together.

Spirit sang, and soon his voice was the only audible sound as the last echoes from the amplifier died in the small room.

The tension on Stein's face continued to ease. He turned slightly to press his forehead into the now-silent guitar, but it didn't block the light and he kept his eyes closed.

Stein's wavelength was still gradually relaxing, and Spirit wrapped his around the younger teen's and let the warmth and safety in the sound take him. He let go the If nothing else, he hoped Stein felt the same assurance that he did—that there was no greater sanctuary for his soul than in harmony with his partner.

Spirit released Stein's hand to strum another chord, letting his fingers brush silver hair after following their natural path across the strings. When he reached for Stein's hand again the meister's was already blindly seeking his, and when the smaller fingers folded between his they held on tight.

Spirit continued to sing. And as the sun finished its descent, he watched the light slowly fade from Stein's face.

A/N: I imagine Spirit wrote something far more interesting, musically, but the lyrics I couldn't help but reference are from this song which I'm obsessed with because of this incredible art. So I selfishly put those in. I also have no skill whatsoever in writing lyrics and I needed lyrics, so, why not pull from my obsession...lol. Those lines also hit the right vibe as in...the song Spirit wrote is about them, their relationship. Just kinda...two hard-hitting lines to get the point across. But no, Spirit wrote something far more interesting. Pretend as much or as little of that song is part of this as you want, I didn't think much past those two lines. Even though that song is them to me, it's not them as teenagers so yeah. And if anyone even remembers, this song he wrote for Stein here is fact the song he played in Cadenza. I cannot help myself but to reveal... The tragedy here is that Spirit only partially-understood Stein's distress. And Stein ain't gonna tell him. Augh. Angst. (I'll tell if asked.) Okay, anyway. Thanks for reading!

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your top 15 favourite tv shows can say a lot about your personality

Tagged by the epically fab @lolahardy

this genuinely kept me awake a bit last night until I realised what was happening and stopped trying to recall every show that ever struck me right in the feels or shaped me lol and yes, I know no one asked for any reasoning behind it but when you've mulled it over all bloody day long, you feel like sharing :P

M*A*S*H - used to be on everyday at 7 and my mum had adored it when she was younger so brought me and my sister up on it, still makes me laugh and cry to this day.

Star Trek TNG (& Picard which might be cheating but really is just an extension all told) - loved all the Trek's, Honourable Mention goes to ToS because kid!me loved it so much, only to have TNG blow the roof off my head. Lt Cmdr Data was my first love and I am unashamed ;)

Red Dwarf - for many reasons but mainly Arnold Rimmer (more reliable than a garden Strimmer, he's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner - he's not bald and his head doesn't glimmer...) who my teenage self was certain could be redeemed with the power of love, or a very determined snogging if nowt else.

The Good Place - because I (and many of us) needed it as a concept, whether for personal growth, coping with grief or just cos 'forking shirtballs' never gets any less funnier for me.

Firefly - the best show to ever be cancelled before it's writer could ruin it. I adored the show and the ensuing film, mourned its early cancellation for YEARS until I heard about Whedon's general twattishness and what had been his intentions for the series and characters, now am happy it exists as it is, still problematic but so worthy in so many ways, and on that awkward note...

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - problematic on 800 gazillion levels in this day and age but still a forerunner of many awesome things to follow and I'd be lying if I said I hadnt been glued to it, obsessed with it, shipping folks, dling the soundtrack, buying the jewelry etc and even now if I see a reaction vid on YT for S5 I can't help myself but watch and weep along with them.

Merlin (BBC) - Umm'd and Ahh'd over this for bloody ages lol but it was my happy place (literally, had a run of bad years as have we all, so I'd watch an ep before bed every night to make me smile) and it got me through the difficulties I had right up to the finale where they took me and my happy place out back and shot it in the face in front of me lol. Despite my escapism route being put down in those heinous raw weeks immediately following a parents funeral, I'm still listing it here for being wonderful, silly, heartening and heartbreaking, whilst giving every last Fuck You to the writers for their surprise, abruptly canon-compliant ending.

Stargate SG1 - daft sci fi with it's heart trying hard to be in the right place plus eminently shippable characters in almost every combo going? Yes, please.

Heroes - because I was OBSESSED. It picked me up out of my OTP in a diff fandom (sorry drarry, I still love you honest) drained me of any and all urge to write for anything but them ever again until it got shat on by its own writers, breaking the spell.

Brooklyn 99 - NINE-NINE. *sadly doffs cap to Captain Holt*

King of the Hill - from a show I used to avoid when I was younger to one I ration myself viewswise so it won't lose it's impact. Superb.

Schitts Creek - only watched due to encountering a clip on tumblr of Moira's stonefaced manaical laughter and ended up crying with happiness over the finale, am an easy crier sure, but not normally because something is just so lovely.

Cheers - was only a kid when it finished but I bawled my face off when Sam said 'sorry, we're closed' (was too young to know it'd be repeated ad infinitum lol) and the opening theme still feels like coming home.

Golden Girls - sole reason D+ gets any money from me, the bastards, it was my only access for a bit there but it was worth it, lightyears ahead of it's time and just wonderful to boot.

Parks & Rec - somewhere my sister is elated with no clue why. Took her years to talk me into it, but having watched it on repeat a few times, I now can't live without Leslie, Ben & Ron.

Other honourable mentions (sorry I know, longpost, my bad) go to Quantum Leap for being a daily delight growing up, What We Do in the Shadows which would have made the list but I've only just got around to watching it and am only on S3 so have yet to find out if it's going to rip my heart out, Eerie Indiana for getting me started hyperfixationwise, Caroline in the City (S1-S3... S4? I don't know her - no seriously, I didnt realise for YEARS it didnt end at S3 and as this purported S4 fucked that up [supposedly] yeah I don't know her), The XFiles for my first actual foray into fandom & fanfic, and I know am missing another gazillion shows I'll remember later that seem much more worldshaping than these and I'll gnash my teeth lol so yeah *waves hand vaguely towards future me's frustrated rememberings* them too ;)

Tagging a) anyone who fancies a go should they feel like it, and b) [no pressure natch] @theangrykimchi @amazinmango @thesaltofcarthage @buckydunpun @kalika999 @gracerene @helaheim @dls-ao3 @emorgan5061 @bananaempanada

[gloryride]

Hey @robininthewoods90 <33 as you asked for two prompts, i will post them in two times ! Thanks for the ask, and i try with the 14 and Vanessa/Valentin. Or should i say ... anyways, good reading !

[soft otp prompts]

14- Write about your ship celebrating their anniversary

"Gimme a shot of tequila, and one of vodka for him will ya!" The young bartender arched an eyebrow, then shrugged, dropping his glass-cleaning rag to serve the boss. The Afterlife was empty in the morning, just him and the Queen, Vanessa. Both remained silent, and she sat at the counter before turning her head towards the entrance, waiting for someone. But no one came; everyone deserted the bar, the brave ones going to work, the others to sleep. A smile appeared on her painted lips as she looked at the two shots side by side. A sincere smile lit up her face as she saw old memories dancing in her mind. Her long-nailed fingers brushed the tequila shot, playing a little invisible music with her fingertips. "It's our anniversary—the day I braved death and destroyed the Arasaka tower—the day he said he loved me, too." The bartender leaned back, ready to hear the story. Vanessa barely considered him and laughed at her own words. "Well, he didn't really say he loved me; we always thought that was lame and meaningless. He was there for me that day, giving me the best motivational speech to go to Mikoshi and back, back for him." He nodded. He'd been here a few months, knew most of the stories- bankers are always the best confidants- but never had this information. "Are you talkin'g' about Valentin?" "Who else, dear?"  A silence fell, and then he turned to the bar wall. Above the bottles, three portraits hung: Rogue in the middle, Jackie on the right and Valentin on the left. He didn't dare say anything, but the words ran through his head. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. But her mind was elsewhere, a time when she'd been young and carefree, when a man had braved death with her so as not to leave her alone. The day when everything changed in her life. The years went by, Vanessa's pink hair changed to deep black, her stilettos became boots, but still with heels. She had always refused to age completely but still left a few marks of time around her golden eyes. She remained the same, just as the years had passed over her as over the rest of the world. Rogue was long gone, Vanessa Vergara ruling Afterlife for years, alone. Everyone else left, dead or alive : Panam, Judy, Johnny ... now it was her turn to become a relic of a bygone past, a rare living legend. Bitterness invaded her face, it was better to drink before drowning. She took the shot of vodka and raised it to the portrait with her most beautiful smile. "À toi mon amour," she still had a few words of French left that he'd taught her, then drank the vodka in one gulp, then did the same with the tequila "ten years since you died, cabrón !” and drank just as fast. She rose from her bar seat, took a few steps towards the exit, and turned to the young bartender. "Never say the words you no doubt meant. Ya'll know that in Afterlife, heroes never die as long as someone's still thinkin' of them." She clutched a medallion to her heart, a gold one containing her portrait, and then, finally, set off on her way home. 

[hyperionshipping]

Hello again!! Her and Hugo did meet at work! Specifically before Hugo ended up throwing Henderson out of an airlock for his job lol (her name is Noa Simmons, I have a whole bunch of art of her on my blog! I usually use the tag '#s/i: noa simmons' for her, and '#otp: golden shot' for stuff about her and Hugo's ship)

So basically the gist of it is that Hugo accidentally walks in on Henderson and Noa having a meeting disagreement with each other. Before Hugo can say anything, she storms out of there. They meet again later on, where Hugo finally has the chance to introduce himself to her. He assumes that she's also a middle manager, like him, and lies about himself to make it seem like he's more important than he actually is. Like, for example, say that he's the Senior Vice President of Securities Propaganda when he actually isn't. Little does he know, she's actually the head of Weapons Development (she isn't his boss, but she is at a higher position than him) and has just been playing along in order to manipulate him. She knows he's lying about himself (because it takes a liar to know a liar), but she feeds into his ego and pretends to buy into what he's telling her.

I imagine that Hugo was already going to kill Henderson for his own reasons (like making sure Rhys isn't able to get his promotion, something Hugo was also trying to get. He knew that Rhys was definitely going to get it, so he decided to beat him to the punch and take Henderson's place), but Noa just gives him more of a reason to do it. Not only to impress her, but also to back up all of the lies he's been telling her.

And it kinda goes from there after that, where Hugo does a lot of her dirty work in order to try to step up to her level, and Noa slowly falling for him (though, she tries to convince herself that she isn't lol). And eventually, they end up being partners, both in crime and the romantic sense. There's a lot more to them, but I don't want this to be too long!

Anyway, I'd love to hear more about your self ship with Jack! :D How did you guys meet?

Heheh Golden Shot is such a good ship name. I love that!!

I LOVE their meeting. That's so. I would expect nothing less from him after seeing a pretty lady. No brains just "I am gonna be SO convincing she'll fall in love with me! HA!" And then, the fact that she totally knew he was lying but let it happen... Truly made for each other. A real Hyperion power couple!!!

Does Hugo ever tease her or otherwise about the fact she totally fell for him at the start and he definitely knew from the start? Or does Noa ever do that to him where she's like "I knew you had a crush from day one. I just wanted to see how far you'd go~."

I imagine Hyperion gets worse once those two are scheming together... Good thing I'M not working there. But more power to those two, I hope they have fun <3!

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As for Jack and I hehehoo.

But, basically, Jack kind of knew Tricks (known the as The Demon), when he was haunting Elpis. He was... Trigger-happy to say the least and a bit of a wild card but Jack had him help the Vault Hunters at one point. The Demon wasn't going too but after hearing it was Jack who needed the help, he couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Sometime after this, Jack has the Vault Hunters AGAIN go to him for help but he is quite literally nowhere to be found on Elpis. He's gone. This is because of an incident that got Too Big to handle and The Demon had to kill himself off to avoid the heat of it and flee. So, down to Pandora he goes. The only place for a mercenary on the run! (And not at all just where the ship he stoed away on happened to land. He was really hoping for something better.)

On Pandora, he took on a new name, and a whole new look. He also mellowed out more on Pandora. Lost some of his edge Jack would say. But he kept killing, kept doing jobs and such.

This actually led to him taking a job from a Hyperion worker. They wanted this echo log in a bandit town and Tricks was like "weird, but ok." So he went there and just, everything happened all at once. More kills than he planned, Hyperion fighting back, learning it was a setup, that name Handsome Jack I swear I knew a Jack... And oh! I'm getting shot at!

He tries to hide and run but he gets caught by none other than the man himself Handsome Jack! Lookie here, we have a hero. And the man who's been real friggin annoying to my plans.

Jack gets Tricks bloody and on his knees, propping his head up with a gun as Jack relishes in the emotions in Tricks' eyes. (Yes it is very homoerotic, thank you for asking!) Eventually it clicks that Tricks KNOWS this man. That's the geeky little programmer. He starts to talk faster that he knows Jack, that he shouldn't shoot, and Jack rolls his eyes about to say he hates this whole begging for life crap but the sun catches Tricks' fangs and Jack remembers those weird teeth. Why, it's his old pal.

So Jack hoists him up, brings him back to his office and they catch up!

And the rest is history from there <3. The ship takes a turn after that where, originally Tricks was more or less "in power", and now Jack is very much in power and manipulating Tricks for his own gain. Tricks doesn't notice (or doesn't seem to care) because once he falls for Jack he falls hard and Jack has someone so loyal that even when dies Tricks doesn't stop living in his shadow.

They have lots of gay moments that aren't straight up just Jack manipulating a broken man who clings to him because Jack is also his only friend but I won't lie and say sometimes it is a very one sided relationship where Tricks loves Jack more than he loves him. Though Jack DOES care for Tricks! It's just... Well... Complicated