#[ Modern Day ]

[steviewashere]

I want to write something sort of meta, hear me out on it. Sorry, if this hits too close to home. The idea came to me and I needed to get it out of my system. And...would you look at that, another half-written fic.

Steve ends up getting really into Star Wars after Dustin shows him to it. Like, so much that he gets himself involved with conventions, cosplay, collecting anything and everything he can. He's involved in a fandom space. Learns the world of fan fiction. And let's say that maybe, during his time figuring out where he wants to go with life, he picks up writing fanfic as a hobby.

It encourages him to get an English degree. Encourages him to lean more into that hobby, but then expanding upon it to write original short stories and small novels that go published. But he holds strong to Star Wars and fandom and finding his spot cemented in it. He's been a fan for...nearly forty years at this point (set in 2024, ugh I know).

And maybe he dabbles in online spaces here and there. He ignores the insufferable adults in the Star Wars fandom (the "um, actually..." guys, btw). Indulges the effort of typing out his handwritten fan fiction, ones he used to bring and pass around at conventions, ones he'd let Eddie read with a shy look in his eyes. And he posts them online, has a Tumblr account, maybe does a few short things on Twitter, definitely is on AO3 (albeit newer, having never attempted online fan work before).

But then...then he gets his first little bit of hate. Vicious, gross comments on his work. Sometimes in private messages. Even publicly, once, on Twitter. It irks him. He holds strong, he does. But then it gets worse and worse and somehow, worse. Younger people claiming he's too old, others claiming that he can't write for certain characters because they're out of his age range, that he can't ship certain people, he can't say that a character would do this or that, that Star Wars is media for a younger audience (despite being somebody who saw it "back in the day"). But that he...That he's not supposed to be there.

And that last little comment sticks with him for a long time. It makes his effort and his attention and his love for writing fanworks falter. He stops. Thinks about the characters he loves, of Leia and Han or even Luke and Han or Lando and Han (listen he loves writing Han). But then he wonders if it's even worth it, to indulge this interest anymore. Yeah, maybe he's older than the source material. Sure, maybe he was introduced to it a little later than most, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love it. Yet, his attention towards Star Wars completely falls away.

He stops watching it. His DVDs going dusty and unused. Starts putting away all his action figures, because what if he posts a photo one day and somebody sees them and claims that that's not for him and—

Then, he goes completely offline from fandom. Even if he still gets the emails from users who actually enjoy his stuff, ignoring them completely. Focuses on using the internet for work. For his novels, for the little stories he actually gets paid to write. But his work just isn't the same. The passion, despite being an original story and original source material, is completely dwindled.

His hobby has been stripped from him. His interest has been knocked straight out of his hands. And he just...moves on.

Even if it hurts to go down into the basement of he and Eddie's home, eyes catching on the see-through bins of original action figures, Lego sets, comic books. Even if it makes something strangle in his chest when he opens up the browser on his phone and it immediately opens to a new ship he'd been getting into: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker—because he finally picked up The Mandalorian, because he was finally talked into watching it when he had the free time.

And then it all bursts over when Eddie finally approaches him about it, when they're enjoying a night-in, sitting around lazily on their sofa.

"There's a convention coming into town," he comments, "supposedly, Hayden Christensen is going to be there. We should go, try and meet him."

Steve just grunts in response.

"Oh-kay...or we could just stay home and watch the movie?" Eddie suggests. "Been a while since I've seen Darth on screen, telling Luke about"—

"I don't want to," Steve cuts in quietly, "isn't really my thing anymore."

Silence then follows. For a beat. Then two. A third.

"Not your thing?" Eddie asks him incredulously. "Not too long ago you were raving all about that new show that's coming out! That you saw they were doing lightsaber whips and you were excited to see how they worked! What do you mean it's 'not your thing'?"

Steve shrugs. "Grew out of it or whatever. Got more important things to focus on now." He sniffs, trying to keep himself held together, grumpy and firm in his decision.

Eddie's stare drills into the side of his face. Scalding, just like that lava was in Revenge of The Sith. "Baby," he speaks softly, "did something happen? You haven't even...you don't read your beautiful little stories to me anymore. In fact, now that I think about it, I haven't even seen your lightsabers around here. What's goin' on?"

He fiddles with the hem of his shirt. A ratty plain white t-shirt that he wears now when he's lounging around the house. It used to be one with the Millennium Falcon on it, but that's tucked down far in his dresser. Not for him anymore.

"Steve," Eddie presses, "did something happen?"

His stare stays down at his lap, still fiddling with his shirt. Fingers flexing unfamiliarly in the strings, unlike the loose ones on his Star Wars shirts. "I just"—Steve heaves a deep sigh—"it's time I grow up. It's...not for me anymore. Too old for it now, I guess."

"You guess or you know? Because nobody's too old for anything. Unless, y'know, you're like eighty-nine and in terrible health and trying to hike Everest, then..."

Despite everything, Steve finds himself chuckling. A giddy little sound here and gone in a breath. He shrugs again, albeit smaller this time. Crumbling within himself. Quietly, honestly, he admits, "People were being mean to me about it online. About my writing. That I'm doing it wrong, that I—that I'm too old for it. That I don't belong because of my age." He finally brings himself to look at Eddie, blearily because his eyes are aching and wet. "I got to thinking and I...maybe I've just been too caught up in my own bliss to realize that those people are right. They're right and I shouldn't be into kids stuff anymore."

Eddie makes a soft, sad cooing noise in the back of his throat. "Oh, baby," he breathes. "Baby, those people don't know a single damn thing about your love. But...but I do. I know that you've seen every single Star Wars movie more times than I've probably eaten in my entire life. And what about all those Halloween costumes over the years? I didn't dress up like Leia for nothing, Mr. Solo."

Steve scoffs wetly. Goes to protest, but—

"And...and that handshake! The one with Dustin? You guys have had that for nearly forty fucking years! So, why bother indulging any of these...these hardasses on the internet? Did they sit next to you on the sofa as you fucking curled yourself like a shrimp and wrote every little intricate detail of a kiss between Luke and Han? Have they read your work while you blushed all shy, while you tucked your hair behind your ear and asked for the most earnest of feedback, to make sure you spelt things correctly or put a comma in the right place? These people, did they get to see you blossom and grow like a fucking bushel of roses over your hobby?

"Because I know I did. And even though you were nervous about your words on the paper, you still came to me. You still wrote and wrote and wrote until I had to bully you into breaks, just so you wouldn't ruin your poor wrists. If they had even an ounce of the passion that you do, they could write their own stories. They can make their own endings and make the characters the way they imagine them.

"They choose, instead, to—what—make fun of you because you have a space to express yourself? Because you found passion and turned it into something so beautiful, even I—a dungeon master, someone supposed to be amazing at storytelling—can't put into words? You found a way to do that, Steve. And you do that with kindness. You do it for free, mind you. If their only passion sits within sending you vitriol over people who aren't even remotely close to real, then they're the ones who don't belong.

"If I've learned anything, fandom is a space to share and bounce off each other's words. It's community and it's belonging and it's sharing what you love because you just love it. Fandom isn't bullying. Bullying is just bullying, Steve.

"And everything you've ever done in your life, in regards to fandom and outside of it, is so much better than hate. You may be a nerd or...or a little bit overzealous or whatever, but at least you aren't hateful. I think being hateful, that's worse—don't you think?"

Steve can only stare in response, fast tears down his cheeks, hands shaking in his shirt. Mind reeling. Because, yes, Eddie's right. And he maybe should've talked about it initially, but the hurt festered and festered and tangled and grew until he was nothing but an unhealed scab. And Eddie, he's the antiseptic to his uncovered cuts—the ones deep on his heart, where all his love is—even for things considered mundane, like movies, like TV shows.

"Steve," Eddie carefully murmurs, wrapping Steve's hands with his own, "you don't have to do something right to love it. You don't have to be a certain way to be happy. If Star Wars made you happy, then why give it up?"

He sniffles and chokes back on a sob. Because, again—damnit—Eddie's right. "I miss it," he admits quietly, "all I've done is miss it."

Eddie gives him a small smile. Something achingly soft that reaches deep within Steve. "Then open your arms and welcome it back, baby," he whispers, "even if you can't be online anymore, do it for yourself."

"I...I want to try it again, I'm just...scared. What if people hate it all over again? What if they're just nasty to me and shut me down and push me to the side and"—

"But what if they love it? What if your readers have missed you just as much?"

"You think?" he meekly asks.

Eddie's eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. "I know, actually. Your emails keep coming in on the computer's desktop because I keep forgetting to log you out. And, baby, you would not believe how many people have been eager for updates, for your return." His thumbs work into the backs of Steve's hands, warm and sure. "And, if it helps, maybe I can moderate your comments before you look at 'em? I'll read them to myself and if they're mean, I'll delete them."

Steve blows out a breathy little chuckle. "You'll just get mad at them," he gently teases. "But that doesn't sound too bad. Maybe I should try again. Not yet, though. I'm not ready."

"That's okay," Eddie assures, "take things slow. Maybe we start with watching the movies again? Getting your lightsabers back on display?"

"Can we go to the convention, too?"

"We can do whatever you want, Stevie."

For the first time in a long while, Steve finds himself smiling. "I love you," he whispers.

"I know."

[down-in-dixie]

Modern day Elphaba and Glinda with tattoos.

[urielbestgirl]

The lot of y'all tweaking over ochaco/deku getting together need to calm down, at the end of the day, mha is published in shounen jump, they were never gonna let the gays win. Y'all got complacent and spoiled by canon, and now look at you. Should have just done the sensible thing, and accept the fact that canon is just a suggestion. They didn't get together, fck that, yes they did. This is why ao3 exists ppl!!!!! 😤👏👏👏

[centuryberry]

Summary: After being sealed away for a millennia, you wake up to the modern era where things are both familiar and unfamiliar. No one worships the deities anymore and demonkind has lost their magic. Worst yet, this new world believes that your father, Sun Wukong, doesn’t exist. All you want to do is to reunite with your family. Problem is, you don’t know where any of them are in this strange, new world.

[elevenharbor]

kagome lo-fi

Tell me something, girl….

Are you happy in this modern world?

Or do you need more?

Is there something else you’re searching for?

audio: “Shallow” by Tommee Profitt & Fleurie

[papes-and-capes]

In a modern day setting, Jack’s vehicle would be a beat-up old truck—one of those three-seater ones that makes all kinds of strange noises and really shouldn’t be driven anymore, but it’s all Jack can afford. Despite its flaws, he’s always happy to pile into it and take the Jacobs siblings on drives whenever he can, cramming all four of them into a truck that barely fits three. They’d drive around, enjoying the ride even if it means squeezing into tight spaces and laughing all the way.

The Jacobs siblings would quietly save up their money to surprise him with a new, reliable truck. One that could comfortably fit all four of them and more importantly, actually run without any scary noises. When they finally hand it over to Jack, he’d be stunned. No one’s ever done something so thoughtful for him before, but it still feels nice knowing for the first time that people truly cared about him in such a meaningful way.

Masterlist

[ifwuuu]

how i imagine bully characters as modern day teenagers 👍🏼

plz note that some of these aren’t really realistic— i got everything off of pinterest so don’t lynch me plz

jimmy hopkins :

even though he’s canonically ginger, he’d probably like bleaching his hair since it’s been popular in 2020’s and current year ( ignore that he doesn’t have freckles in the pic )

what he’d wear :

classic skater boy y2k style, id like to imagine that he owns different types of skateboards and then hangs them up on his wall in his bedroom,

hence shifting to his bedroom would be like :

this is what you’d get when he’d actually clean his room for a change /j

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

gary smith :

if we’re gonna be blunt, he’d probably be the type to post one of those cheesy ass thrust trap videos ( for his ego boost, of course )

and then it’d get three likes.

i tried finding one that actually had a scar over his eye but i couldn’t 😔

what he’d wear :

posting up with the death note ahh fit ( oh, yeah, he’d like some forms of anime but would NEVER admit it to jimmy or pete )

his bedroom :

20 million posters on the wall thanks to his ADD and autism ( argue with the wall lol ) he’d keep his room decently clean, but then never care to find his medicine in there unless if pete forces him to take it for once, and peak the one pillow on his bed

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

pete kowalski :

this is a more fanon outlook since a lot of people draw him as mixed / african american, so we’re just gonna go with this 👍🏼

what he’d wear :

the boys a dork, you think he’s gonna dress basic ?

also, I’d like to add that he’d probably be mistaken for being in the nerds clique since he would like to read a lot and have a lot of interests and whatnot

his bedroom :

he’d probably like rap music ( specially tyler, the creator and many other popular rappers )

but, he got a little bit of some OCD so he likes to keep his room super clean and organized or he’d tweak out 😭

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

uhh u put an ask if you want me to do other characters, and i can do ur ocs too— I wouldn’t mind that at all 😊

[astarion-approves]

The Waiter

'There stood the most gorgeous man Tav had ever seen in their life. Tall with pale skin, ruby red eyes, and hair as white as snow. There was a certain air about him, it felt like being charmed into bed without so much as speaking a single word in return.'

The reader falls in love with their waiter in the Czech Republic.

Modern day 'reader' x Astarion. 1.7k words

Slightly NSFT (no actual sex or descriptive sex), excessive second hand embarrassment, reader is a moron, some Czech, third person.

Thank you to @chenziee for your help on this. I only speak English and she was an absolute saint to translate some dialogue for me.

Keep reading for the full story.

The Czech Republic was seemingly a little peaceful country compared to America, but the food was… interesting to say the least. Time after time, Tav found themselves in search of something familiar to have during their vacation. They ended up spending more time having fruit, cheese, and wine than anything else.

Finally, their friend, Eliška, put her foot down, dragging Tav to a traditional restaurant and insisting they try the food that her country has to offer.

“I warned you before you came to visit,” the friend said with a soft laugh as they were both seated at a small circular table. “I knew you wouldn’t like our food.”

Tav crossed their arms over their chest in defense. “It’s not my fault all your food looks so…” They gestured to a plate being carried out from the kitchen, something that looked like raw dough covered in a brown gravy with some form of meat and cabbage next to it. “Whatever the hell that is.”

“Vepřo knedlo zelo,” Eliška spoke quickly, the foreign language beautiful but words Tav didn’t understand. “It’s roast pork, dumplings, and sauerkraut.”

Tav shrugged. “That doesn’t sound bad. I guess I could get that.”

“Nope,” Eliška shook her head and opened the menu that was sitting on the table. “I’ll be picking for you.”

“Oh shit,” Tav grabbed their own menu, hoping to see what monstrosity their friend might order for them.

But of course it was all in Czech.

“Anything but blood sausage, please.”

Eliška snorted but continued flipping through the menu, a menu with no pictures of course.

While she browsed you stared at what you assumed was the wine menu, ‘Víno’ was one of the only words Tav managed to learn thus far and being drunk on vacation was their plan for most of the trip anyway.

“Dobrý den. Máte vybráno?”

Tav looked up from their menu, their eyes meeting with the waiter, and they felt as if they’d been kicked in the chest.

There stood the most gorgeous man Tav had ever seen in their life. Tall with pale skin, ruby red eyes, and hair as white as snow. There was a certain air about him, it felt like being charmed into bed without so much as speaking a single word in return.

Tav leaned forward in their chair, trying to figure out if those red eyes were just a pair of contact lenses. He tilted his head and raised a single brow at them.

Fuck—that was adorable.

Tav looked to their friend, who was still studying the menu. They mumbled something to the waiter, which Tav assumed was ‘just a second.’ The waiter nodded and turned to leave—

“Is he on the menu?” Tav blurted out before the waiter was outside of ear shot. “Because I want a bite of that."

“Jesus Christ, Tav.” Eliška swung the menu across the table, successfully hitting Tav on the side of their head. “Don’t just say shit like that!”

“It’s not like he speaks English anyway!” Tav defended. They’ve only been in the Czech Republic for a few days but besides their friend and other tourists they haven’t come across many non-native English speakers that could understand Tav’s version of English. Plus, only much younger people seemed to be learning English, while their waiter looked to be in his early 40s. “Anyone who speaks English here can’t understand me, we’re fine. I speak too quickly, remember?”

Eliška glared at Tav. “You only say that because I do all the talking. Please just.. try to hold your tongue. You could offend him.”

Tav held their hands up. “No promises.”

Soon the waiter returned, carrying two glasses, one in each hand. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms riddled with thick veins. Tav sat back in their chair and just watched as the man put a glass down in front of them. How could forearms be that sexy?

“We need a new waiter, I’m going to melt just by looking at this man.”

“Tav,” Eliška hissed. “Shut the fuck up.”

He looked between the two of you in confusion before speaking, “Vybrali jste?”

“Dvakrát tlačenku s chlebem, džbán s vodou a sedmičku rulandy červené, prosím,” Eliška replied quickly, refusing to look at Tav while they spoke.

The waiter nodded, scribbling into a notepad with what Tav assumed was Eliška’s order.

“Did you get wine? If not put him in a tall glass for me—“

Eliška kicked Tav under the table, making them gasp in pain. Those heels were vicious.

“Ask him what his name is, I want to know what name I’m going to be dreaming of tonight.”

“Tav—“

“Oh my god we should ask him to take a picture with us to celebrate my first traditional meal—“

“Tav, stop—“

“Oh yes, kind sir, in my country waiters do take their shirts off for photos, it’s perfectly normal—“

“Tav, so help me god—“

“What’s ‘please fuck me’ in Czech?”

“‘Fuck’ is pretty fucking universal word, you idiot.”

“Just ask him his name, please?” Tav put their hands together, begging their friend for this one favor. This one obnoxious, ridiculous favor.

Eliška sighed and turned to the waiter, who still stood there looking confused but seemingly entertained at their interaction. “Já se moc omlouvám, mojeho kamaráda by hrozně zajímalo... Jak se jmenujete?”

The waiter chuckled, putting his notepad away and turning to Tav. He crouched down, putting himself at eye level with Tav. “Astarion,” he spoke slowly, softly, his voice deep and calm. Those red eyes stared back at Tav with ease, glimmering with amusement.

“Oh,” Tav breathed out. “Fuck, even his name is gorgeous… Astarion.”

Astarion smiled and stood back up, then Eliška thanked him and finally let him leave the table, the waiter pausing to look back at their table once before going into the kitchen.

“Astarion,” Tav repeated the name, enjoying the way it felt on their tongue. “Astarion—“

“Mhm, and not a common name in Czech at all, Tav.”

“Sounds Czech to me.”

“It’s not—“

“Oh he’s coming back!” Tav was grinning at his return, excited to see him again so soon, and carrying a bottle of red wine.”

Astarion opened the bottle with ease, pouring some into a glass and handing it to Eliška to be tested. She lightly twirled the glass before taking a small sip. But Tav wasn’t even paying attention to what she thought of the wine. They were more interested in watching Astarion as they worked.

“He opened the bottle so easily, Eliška. It's official. I'm in love.”

Eliška hummed and took another sip of the wine. “It’s literally his job to open bottles all day, Tav.”

“Bet he’s skilled with those long fingers then.”

Eliška ignored Tav and put her glass down. She spoke to Astarion, who filled the glasses and placed the bottle down between them.

Soon Astarion was leaving again, only to return shortly and carrying two plates to their table. Tav smiled as the meal was placed in front of them—

But the smile dropped into a frown when they looked from Astarion’s handsome face to the plate he just set down.

“What in the fuck did you order us?”

Eliška snorted into her wine, breaking into a laugh as she watched Tav stare at their meal in shock. “It’s domácí tlačenka.”

“Eliška, this looks like if you took bologna and made it evil.” Tav poked at the meat with a fork, unsure of how to proceed.

“Try it,” Eliška replied. “You’ll like it.”

“Astarion,” Tav looked away from their plate and to the now grinning waiter, at least he was being entertained by the silly picky American. “My future husband, can you believe she’s trying to make me eat this?”

“No.”

“See!” Tav pushed their plate away, refusing to try the dish. “Even this handsome god of a man doesn’t like it.”

“Uhhhh… Tav—“ Eliška tried to speak before being cut off by them.

“You can eat this weird ass dish, meanwhile I’m going to drag Astarion to the nearest hotel and let him be my meal instead,” Tav said and laughed at their own joke.

Eliška just stared at Tav in horror. “Tav… you need to stop speaking now.”

“Stop worrying,” Tav said and rolled their eyes. “He doesn’t understand me. Right, Astarion?”

“Right.”

“Just like I said, Eliška. He doesn’t speak a single word of English.”

“Not a single word,” Astarion said with a nod.

“Tav, please... take a second and think—“ Eliška grimaced as Tav cut her off once again. This time the woman keeping her mouth shut.

“I could go on for hours with everything playing through my mind right now with this man—“

“Oh my, please do tell.“

Tav laughed and turned their focus onto the waiter, who simply smiled back at them. “I’m here for two more weeks on vacation but I don’t want to see the sun again. I want you in my hotel room, fucking me until I can’t walk, fucking me until I forget my own name, fucking me until I lose sense of time and the Czech government comes to find me because I’ve been reported missing—“

“That is an awful lot of sex, not that I’m opposed to it—“

“I’m going to drag you back home with me, just so I can wake up every morning and see the most handsome creature in the world lying next to me every day of the rest for my life.”

“How romantic.”

“Then I’ll marry you and we’ll be together forever.”

“Fine. But only if we continue living here. American healthcare is a joke.”

Tav laughed and turned back to Eliška, smirking at them in a ‘I told you so’ kind of way.

“See? He doesn’t speak any English.”

“Tav… You are an absolute fucking moron.”

“What—“

Astarion hummed, drawing Tav’s attention back to himself.. “I can’t miss work, but I do get off in two hours. Let’s try a date first, before we get married. Alright?”

Astarion turned and left, the waiter laughing to himself as he disappeared into the kitchen once more.

“Wait…” Tav looked from the kitchen and to Eliška. “Did he just speak English?”

Eliška just shook her head in disbelief.

[dread-red-queen]

Im taking the plunge, after reading so many inspiring Rookanis Modern Day AU's like Pathos, Knife's Edge, Dismount and more I'm trying my hand at one lol

after drawing Lucanis as a Fencer I just had to do it lol

Summary: Altara De Riva, known as the White Rose, had spent years dominating the Sabre circuit, claiming three championships and earning a reputation as one of the fiercest fencers in Antiva. But when she finally returns home to Traviso, tired of the sabre and seeking something more challenging, her cousin Viago introduces her to the foil. At first, Altara is sceptical. How different could foil be from Sabre? Viago sends her to the Cantori Diamond, a high-end fencing arena home of the Antivan Crows—fencing legends whose athletes are feared and respected globally.

There, she meets Lucanis Dellamorte, five-time Men’s Foil Champion. A master of speed, and precision, known as the "Demon of Vyrantium to his competitors, his skills have earned him legendary status that eclipses even hers. Rumours swirl that he had retired from competition to teach, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer intensity of his presence. she feels the weight of her own fame fade in comparison to the man standing before her and she finds herself intrigued.

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Altara laughed as she removed her helmet shaking her head and rearranging her hair. "Told you I would kick your ass." She gloated and Viago rolled his eyes breathing hard. "And you wondered why I retired." He said getting his breath back, he was getting to old for this, she was faster than he remembered, he glanced over to there audience and smirked noticing Lucanis staring at her in surprise. She raised an eyebrow and followed his gaze and froze, there was a man in the crowd, the way he held himself made him stand out to her immediately, he was in full Fencing gear sans helmet and foil, he didnt look that tall but he was gorgeous, beautiful bronzed skin, with the deep chocolate eyes and even darker hair pulled back from his face with a small tie, it was long and reflected the light like crow feathers she swallowed taking him in before her eyes settled on his chest protector noticing the name stitched above the Antivan crow crest, Dellamorte, she remembered reading articles about him, he was famous in the fencing world, how had Viago kept this from her for so long.

She turned to Viago her eyes wide and full of equal parts awe and interest. "You know the Demon Of Vyrantium and didnt tell me." she squeaked trying to contain her excitement as Lucanis walked over to them making Viago grin. "It was worth it to see the look on your face." He laughed before greeting his colleague. "Lucanis good to see you." He grinned before gesturing to Altara "This is the one I told you about." Lucanis cleared his throat "You didnt tell me I would be training the White rose." She blushed furiously. "Please call me Altara I beg you." She covered her face in embarrassment making him chuckle. "Apologies." He bowed low before looking up at her, She swallowed his gaze was intense like he was trying to read her, figure out what made her tick.

[roadstomagicseries]

Introductions

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!

My name is Alairic Hawthorne (yes my real name), and I am writing a story. Hopefully, this account won't get terminated by staff.

the Roads to Magic series is a 12+ year project i have been working on, and I am excited to start sharing it with you all, and the world.

[chassie48]

The bet: Yandere playboy Sabo x black fem oc x Yandere jock playboy Ace.

Sabo and Ace are two playboys who fucked almost every girl in New world University. They made a bet to see who can get inside of a certain girl which is Andrea Perez pants who is known to be the campus virgin for rejecting every guy who tries to get with her. By trying to get inside of her pants they find out Andrea wasn't interested in them which made them develop an obsession of her.

Warnings: sexual themes.

The rest of the chapters.

Chapter one

(3rd person POV)

Today is friday and in the New world university students are either going home for the weekend or they are studying for the exams that are coming up. But, the senior Sabo is not doing any of that mess. Sabo is in his dorm fucking a freshman named Rebecca from behind in his bed.

They were both sweaty and Rebecca was so tired to the point she kept dozing off. Sabo saw this and pulled out of her. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him and then he softly slapped her, but she kept dozing off.

He smirked and pulled her to the floor. Then he grabbed his phone and camed on her face and took a picture of her. He chuckled at the picture he was going to send to his friends until she started speaking.

Hey, Sabo, can I sleep in your bed because I’m too tired to go to my dorm~

She said tiredly. Sabo smirked and carried her in his arms. Rebecca, thinking that he would lay her on his bed had fell asleep while Sabo walked towards the entrance to his dorm and opened the door.

Then he laid her on the hallway floor and went back to his dorm and grabbed her clothes and put them next to her. He went back inside and grabbed his phone and sent the photo to his friends while laughing.

A day later Rebecca woke up and found herself in the boy dorm hallway on the floor while all the students who lived in the boys dorm surrounded her with their phones out and laughing at her. Rebecca had tears in her eyes and she looked at Sabo who was in the crowd hoping that he would at least comfort her, but all he did was smirked at her.

Get the fuck away from my dorm, you slut.

Then everyone started to call her slut. Embarrassed and ashamed by this Rebecca quickly got up and ran down the hallway. Before she could get to the elevators Kidd who just happened to be walking to his dorm room saw one of Andrea’s little fashion sisters running down the hallway butt naked while a group of boys followed her with their phones out and laughing at her.

Kidd glared at Sabo who was laughing and talking to his brother Ace and looked at Rebbecca who was still running. Kidd took his fury coat off and ran towards Rebecca and quickly covered her up. Then he quickly walked Rebecca to his dorm room.

Once they made it inside Kidd told her to change in there. Then he went out of the room and started walking towards Sabo. Kidd is tired of Sabo’s little games and how he lured freshman girls and leave them in the hallway with nothing on.

He made a lot of complaints about Sabo and Ace for doing this, but the people who were in charge of the complaints did nothing because they were afraid that they were going to ruin their careers.

Oh, hey Kidd, do you need anything?

Sabo asked him while Kidd punched him in the face.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Kidd asked him while Sabo wipes the blood off of his lips.

I should be asking you the same thing, man. You’re the one who is punching me.

Kidd then pushes him.

Are you fucking kidding me? I’m tired of you doing this shit to the freshmen girls. Are you fucking sick, man?

I’m not sick, it's just fun and I’m pretty sure she will get over it because it’s not like she is going to see me again next year.

Kidd pushed him to the ground and got on top of him and started punching him in the face. Sabo flip Kidd over and punch him in the face and then they start fighting. A couple of minutes later security guards pulled them away.

Kidd pushes the security off of him and goes inside of his dorm room. Ace told the security guard who was holding Sabo that he would take him to his room and the security guard nodded and left.

A couple hours later til lunch.

(Ace POV)

Me, Sabo, and Marco were sitting at our table in the cafeteria eating our lunch and talking about random stuff until I saw this girl that looked like she was in the same grade as us. She is so beautiful like her hair was nicely slick down into a low ponytail with her edges being done and making her face even more beautiful.

Her beautiful cameral brown skin glowed like she is a goddess, and she have this nice curvy body that make me want to fuck her. I smirked and I was about to walk towards her until Sabo stopped me.

Ace, I know what you are trying to do, but wait until I’m done with her then you can have her.

Sabo said while I sucked my teeth. He always does this. Why can’t he just let me have her first?

But, I saw her first. Why, can’t you wait?

I asked while he smiled at me.

Because she would want me more than she would want you.

And how do you know?

Come on, Ace. Every girl we come across chose me over you.

I glared at him and I was going to say something until Marco cut me off.

Guys, calm down, that girl is the campus virgin, so if one of y’all try to talk to her, she would just turn y’all down.

Marco said while I rolled my eyes.

How about we make a bet to see who can fuck her first and the loser will have to fuck her last?

Sabo asked while I smirked at the girl who was talking to this other girl who just looks like a dude to me. I hate when girls look like dudes because it's just weird to me.

(Andrea POV)

I was talking to my best friend Lilith until I felt someone staring at me. I looked behind me and saw an ugly guy who had black shoulder length hair, freckles, brown eyes, he was wearing a cowboy hat and a University football team hoodie with shorts

I swear every guy I’ve seen at campus has terrible fashion sense. Like at least put on something that will make you look decent. He smirked at me and I scrunched up my nose and mouthed “stop staring at me” then I went back to talking to Lilith.

I swear that guy is weird.

I said while drinking my cherry soda and Lilith gave me a confused look on her face.

Which guy?

She asked and ate my fries. I slapped her hand away and pointed at the guy behind me who was still staring at me.

Well, it seems luck isn’t on your side.

She said, What does she mean by that?

What do you mean?

That guy who's been staring at you is Ace. He is known to fuck almost every girl on campus.

Eww, so that means he has a communal dick?

She laughed while picking up her hamburger. Damn, that burger looks good. I wish I could have gotten it.

Yes, he does and also, he is coming this way.

She said while I quickly looked behind me and saw him walking towards me. Gosh, why does my day have to suck this much? I was hoping I would avoid every fuckboy on campus this semester.

Hey, ladies, do you mind if I sit with y’all?

He asked while I looked at him with disgust.

Ew, no, go away.

I said while he chuckled and he sat down by me.

I’m Ace, the campus quarterback.

What’s your name, beautiful?

He asked while scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

I’m not telling you, and also get your hands off of me.

I took his arms off of me and scooted away from him.

He then puts his hand on my thigh and leans his lips in my ear.

Come on, don’t be like that.

I know you want it.

Before I could say anything Kidd and Killer cut me off.

Beat it, Portgas, and leave Andrea alone.

Kidd said while Killer sat on the other side of me and Kidd was waiting for him to get up. Ace sat there for a while, I don’t know why, but I guess he wanted me to defend him. So, I just stayed quiet and waited for him to get up.

He sighed, got up and smiled at me.

I see you around, beautiful.

He went to his table. Kidd sat next to me while handing me a burger. How did he know I was craving a burger?

(Ace POV)

I sat at my table with a disappointed look on my face.

So, how did it go?

Sabo asked me with a smirk on his face like he knows that she rejected me.

She was just playing hard to get. No, need for that smirk.

Playing hard to get? She looked like she was disgusted by you. Probably because she saw me and was mad that you came to her first.

I didn’t know what came over me because when Sabo said that I suddenly felt this rage inside of me that made me want to punch him for thinking Andrea was going to choose him over me.

Sabo, the only reason why girls will ever come to you is because of that scar. They feel bad for you, man.

Sabo clenched his fist and before he could say anything Marco cut him off.

Guys, like I said the girl is the campus virgin, so even if you try to get with her, she would just turn you down.

Marco said while Sabo grabbed his tray and got up.

Well, I’m going to try to fuck her first, but now I have to get to my law class.

Sabo then heads out of the cafeteria.

Not until I get to fuck her.

-The end

[justporo]

Here's a quick and fun thought experiment: how would you picture Astarion if he was a modern day character?

And I have thoughts about that, but I also wanna hear your ideas!

Very random modern day Astarion headcanons

He'd live in a big city - ofc, he's a city boy, so maybe LA, New York? I think London would be a great fit!

He'd love fashion, I can see him wear anything from wearing a three-piece suit to a low cut shirt and leather pants with boots when he's awfully casual (a modern day take of his camp outfit)

Also: he'd always wear the coolest sunglasses

He'd work a big corporate job - in which no one knows why he made a C-level position and is mostly just lounging in his huge office (very much "Mad Men" vibes - but surprisingly he gets the company a lot of clients??

Oh he would definitely have a skincare routine

And a soft spot for musicals

He'd drive a needlessly expensive and flamboyant car (like a sports car, I'm thinking) and blast loud music while leaving office parking (like Speed Drive by Charlie XCX) (also imagine getting picked up like this?)

Goes to Starbucks everyday, insists he only drinks black coffee, but secretly gets their super sugary cute drinks

Huge loft apartment with tall windows to let in lots of light

Does have an Instagram account on which he only posts thirsttraps

So, these are some very random ideas my idea has accumulated over the last few weeks. Do you have more and other ideas?

[lovely-amora]

I’m fucking DEAD,you idiot!

Pt2 —— Pt3

A specter of a sort had been following Tav's group for a while. Gale was first to notice but didn’t realize that acknowledging the ghost would bring so many surprises.

Your specter form wandered around. You’d never left Balder’s Gate since there’s a lot to see and never enough time to do it. Besides the attack from that weird tentacle thing was kinda simulating. You floated beyond the city limits and wandered. You didn’t know exactly where you were going but you felt a particular pull to a grove with Druids that had been bombarded with Teiflings. They were well meaning, trying their best to pull their weight and to avoid conflict but it never made any sense how hostile the druids were to them. Even the kids.

You couldn't help them in the state you were in. You were simply a being that could only watch and never be seen, no better than the many onlookers that watched the problems fester. It was until you saw them. It was a strange group that you could sense something weird from them. The leader Tav was a strong willed person. A being that felt stronger than what met the eye. Tav was followed by several people. They seemed to be joined in a shared pain or experience.

But there was one who stood out to you. Who seemed to shine in your eyes more so than anyone else in this group of oddballs.

His presence was like a gust of wind, stirring the leaves and quickening the pulse. With every word he spoke, wisdom dripped from his lips like honey, sweet and irresistible.

But it wasn't just his intellect that caught your attention; it was the fire in his eyes, the passion that burned bright within him. He spoke of his magic like a lover recounting tales of forbidden romance, and you found yourself drawn to the flame of his fervor.

It was impossible for you not to follow him. The transparent you that clearly didn't belong anywhere. A part of you wished to be real for even a moment. To be able to hold his hand or to even give him a smile that he could actually see.

You watched as Gale taught Tav how to channel the weave. Something inside you felt jealous. You wanted to be the one who he taught. While Tav and Gale had interactions that seemed friendly at best, you still wish to stand with him. You clicked your tongue and watched as he explained how to channel the weave. You did your best to follow but you had minimal success. It was pretty good for a dead person. However, when you did succeed...you phased through the floor from your own excitement.

You wanted Gale to praise you. To tell you that you did a good job but those were words reserved for Tav. Words that you will never hear from him or anyone else.

You felt a sense of sadness, you knew that it was never going to happen. That you were a weird case and would never interact with someone else in such ways again.

You floated over the nearby lake. The moon reflected on the water. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for your sad mood. You stretched out your hands and started to use your weaker version of the weave to try and recreate the few memories you had.

Being in a bed.

Loved ones surrounding you.

A doctor saying you were in a coma. That he was unsure you'd ever wake up.

You shook the weave off you. The lonely feeling eating away at your ghastly body as you stood on top of the water.

"I knew it. I'm not crazy." Gale's voice rung in your ears. He seemed to sound like he saw you. You laughed upset as you sigh.

"Why do I always expect something to change?" You mutter. You turn to get from the center of the lake but Gale was there. He didn't say anything. He only stared at you. His gaze was soft, as if he saw something that only he may admire. The kind of gaze you wish was directed to you.

As you looked at him, a thought came to mind.

Who was he looking at?

You turned around to look at the other side of the lake but there was no one. You paused as you stopped floating to where land met water.

"Is he looking at- GAH!" He had gotten so close so quickly. If you had been with beating heart, you'd die on the spot from the scare. The only thing that his jump scare caused was you flying up into the trees, losing control of your body.

"Sorry! I didn't realize that I could hear you as well!" Gale promptly apologized. You stare at him strangely but then laughed wholeheartedly. This situation was crazy. A ghost and a wizard talking on the same plane.

"You can see me? You hear me to? Oh this is crazy." Excitement in you was high but also worry. How long could he see you?

"It's been quite some time since I've been able to see you. You're quite the curious one."

The two talked. You told him what you knew about him and his group. The silly things his group mates would do when they thought no one was watching. He explained the weave to you as you did your best to follow.

"Oh! And then Your friend Wyll? He got his horns stuck in a tree!" You laughed as you recount the moment. Gale enjoyed how you got along. He found it weird that he wished to be friends with a ghost but it was fun for him.

"Have you ever wanted to live again? I mean, I think there are ways to get you a body you may control." Gale offered halfheartedly. He knew of some ways but they weren't ways he was confident in.

"Of course. Who wouldn't want to live? I just...I can't exist in such a form." You jolt as your mouth had went faster than your thoughts. You promptly said goodnight to him and left him with confusion as to what you meant.

As time has gotten away from the two of you, Gale got closer to you. It didn't matter where but he'd always find a way to speak with you. Even in the under dark, he carefully whispered with you where he rested. If there was anything he looked forward to, it was the little conversations that you shared. The only thing that he was sad about is that you never spoke of yourself. Not your past, not your fears, gods he doesn't even know your name.

"Hey. Why haven't you told me your name yet?" He carefully pondered. You shrug as you cross your legs in the air, hanging upside down.

"Don't remember it too well. I remember other things just not that." Gale clicked his tongue sad. He then grinned.

"I'll name you then! Avira! It means specter." You nod thinking to yourself. As much as you cared for him, you couldn't allow yourself to get too close. No matter how much you wish for it. It's not really something that can happen with your situation.

"Gale. We should stop. Whatever this is." Your gestures were loud. Your hands moving with each word as you tried to distract yourself from his response.

"What."

"I mean. What good is being around a specter?" You argued.

"You're my friend! The hells you mean what good?!" Gale grit his teeth as he tried to understand.

"I'm just saying-"

"That I'm not worth sticking your neck out for?" Gale accused. He could only see his past lover. The goddess who wouldn't allow him what he craved and how useless he felt before her. You weren't her but gods...did he feel as if you were.

"You want yer fucking answer?!" A sudden angry accent came from you.

"Yeah! Give me your pathetic reason for leaving me!"

"I'M AS GOOD AS FUCKING DEAD YOU IDIOT!"

Your form disappeared as soon as you shouted this. When his mind calmed however, you were long gone. No evidence of your existence and as the others didn't know of you, he had no one to reach out to about this. The only thing that nagged at him were your final words to him.

What did you mean by as good as dead?

Were you not dead already?

[missmagicalelf]

Castlevania Maria Modern AU💖

In the modern world Maria is living a modest life with her family(yes she has a dad in this one) and is just an ordinary high school girl she still has some memories of her previous life but she decides to spend more time with her family and friends and her cute little pets

[thequeerbrainrot]

Jacaerys: So, do you have any petnames you call Aemond?

Lucerys: No, that's stupid. I just call him Aemond.

Later at dinner.

Lucerys: Daddy can you pass me the sauce.

Daemon, Laenor, Harwin and Aemond all reach to grab the bottle.

Jacaerys: REALLY LUKE, THAT'S THE PETNAME?

Lucerys: *dies of embarrassment and slides down his chair*