#[ YOU ALSO HAPPEN TO GET (4) MUSES... because i apparently have no self control ]

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Gin Noto

...Of course, this will probably have to be in his ‘The Caligula Efect 2′ verse because I can’t for the life of me imagine Gin killing anybody ( in fact, he’s more so likely to be be the one who is murdered than anything else ), but he’s always been the sort of person who can get along with almost anyone, so I’m sure he’d probably have no problems approaching Kotoko.

Like, gender doesn’t exactly matter to him too, meaning he’ll have no qualms, asking if she wants to hang out without really having any ulterior motives other than wanting to get to know her better/be friends with her. Honestly, I can see Kotoko being a third year at Tatefushi Academy and considering Gin is someone who tends to refer to others by first name, I like the idea of him going from calling her ‘Yuzuriha-senpai’ to ‘Yuzuriha-san’. 

Also, they both seem to not appreciate people oppressing the weak; therefore, I had the pre-established idea of them occasionally teaming up together to stop the bullies from terrorizing other students.

Kobato Kazamatsuri

Not gonna lie... with Kobato being the way he is, I honestly feel like he would find even Kotoko hot? So unfortunately for this girl, he’ll frequently make passes at her and just use the most cheesiest pick up lines on her, that she’ll eventually be like, ‘Ugh... not him again’, whenever they cross paths... at the same time, though, I think their interactions would be so amusing because he’s really dumb and unapologetically thirsty, that I wanna see how she reacts to his clownery firsthand.

Also, Kobato is a nicknamer, so I can just personally imagine him calling her ‘Yuzurin’ and saying the most pretentious, lovey-dovey shit to her, she’d wanna punch him to make him shut the fuck up; only, she’ll find out quick he’s way too kinky to torture...

Rana 

I have yet to write this girl a MILGRAM verse, but considering Rana would be on the physically fragile side, I like to think Kotoko would be naturally protective of her? She’s also a gullible idiot who regularly gets taken advantage of and is very lonely, to the point where it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch to say she would often prioritize other people’s happiness over her own due to how she doesn’t want to lose their friendship.

Plus, I can see her being voted innocent, because whoever she murdered probably attacked her first. To that end, Kotoko would probably pity her and do whatever she could to ensure she doesn’t get hurt. Rana, however, would onesidedly believe they are ‘best friends’ and keep sewing her random stuff like headbands and legwarmers.

Kakeru Hasegawa

Considering Kotoko is officially twenty years old and it’s never specified which high school she actually went to, I think it would be neat if she used to be an alumni of Shin Mikado Academy, leading them to know each other. Of course, I’m not exactly sure if she would even visit the infirmary all that often back when he was still her school doctor, but I can see him calling her ‘Kotoko-chan’ and her just responding snarkily to everything he says, because he’s a very silly old man.

@birdcagcd​

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

4. Side

Knowing what is to come, Henry decides to wait in the lost ones’ worship room and he is met with a choice he has already made: Demon or Angel? Which side should he pick? (Set during the ink loops and in chapter 4, Henry remembers everything and is writing the golden messages on the walls.)

Henry was cold and distant towards Boris during this loop. Not cruel, and he didn’t try to be mean, but the animator was tired. He was tired of this sick game Alice liked to play, giving him hope to get Boris only to come face to face with that mutilated thing that used to be his friend. Maybe if he wasn’t as friendly, the wolf would forget about him and focus on saving his own skin instead of trying to wake him up to save him…

…No dice.

He sighed dejectedly as he pulled himself out of the rubble of the elevator. He wasn’t exactly fast about it, he knew that no matter what he did, no matter how fast he tried to run through the gauntlet of trials set up by Malice, he would never save him, not unless he had the ability to control time itself or something.

He took out his ‘lucky’ pen and even wrote it down on the wall by the crash: He can’t be saved.

If Joey made him forget again and gave him back the tool, he’d see it and know it was fruitless. That specific Henry would still try, but at least he could say he warned him.

Normally, he’d try to speed through this, not for Boris’s sake, but to just get the whole thing over and done with. This time however, he was going to take his sweet time. It wasn’t like time flowed in this place anyway.

He stayed in Grant’s office looking for a calculator so he could try to see how much the 48,128 dollars that the studio was apparently short on would be now. He did not have a lot of luck with that self-given quest as the calculators in the former accountant’s drawers all seemed to be smashed to pieces. And had bite marks and ink on them…

He got into the room that had all the lost ones posed around the Bendy statue and paused. These ones all stood as still as statues until they vanished without a trace when he left the room, so what would happen if he stayed?

The old animator took a seat somewhere in the room and got comfortable, not letting them out of his sight while the music box played on and stopped.

...

They didn’t move an inch for what felt like hours. If he still had the seeing tool, he’d use it to glance around the room to see if a past him left anything regarding them somewhere. He could climb up on the stage and try to invoke a reaction out of them that way, but Henry was a patient man. And if he was not one before being condemned to this personal hell woven by his ‘old friend’, then he certainly was one now.

…

“...Who’s side are you on?”

“Huh?” Henry blinked owlishly, he knew that the lost ones could speak, but it still surprised him. And he swore that this one’s voice felt familiar. “What do you mean?”

“The Prophet tells us not to talk to you, but I can’t help it!” The lost one threw his arms up in exasperation, climbed off of the stage and jabbed Henry in the chest. “Who’s. Side. Are. You. On? The Ink Demon’s, or the Fallen angel’s?”

“Uh...neither..?”

“LIAR!”

The rest of the lost ones all exclaimed in unison.

“You’ve killed our harmless, swollen brethren in her name!” A woman’s voice he never heard exclaimed, its owner pointed at him accusingly.

“You’ve done her errands!” A man’s voice that he also never heard before exclaimed, it’s owner hid behind the Bendy statue.

“But you’ve also killed her pet... She loves that projector-thing, while our Lord does not…” Another unknown lady hemmed and hawed.

“Our Lord Himself had spared you, and we do not know why.” Another unknown man stated. “Going so far as to kill His own prophet for your sake… It’s odd.”

“So, which one is it?” the vaguely familiar one crossed his arms. “The Demon or Angel? Give me an answer and don’t be any more of a waster then you already are.”

“I’m on both sides then.” Henry stated as it clicked who the familiar one was. “Sometimes I’m on the demon’s side, sometimes the Angel’s side. I don’t want to side with either of them honestly, but there’s only two paths.”

Henry saw the lost one’s eye twitch. Thinking fast, he interjected with a question of his own before he could fly into a rage.

“And what about you, Mr. Cohen, how did you end up on the Demon’s side?”

“M-mister… Cohen…” he let out a soft chuckle. “I thought I’d never hear my own name again… But as for your question I ended up where I am because of HIM.”

“It was the same way as the Prophet and the rest of us believers did we assume;” one of the ladies chimed in.

“We were deep in dark puddles no other god could free us from...” another on the stage continued. “Forced to watch our bodies move without our own input, forced to watch them speak against our own wills…”

“Trapped within our own minds, we were screaming and screaming, begging and pleading for freedom! Our bodies were twisting and warping into ink models of those fucking cartoons-”

“-being controlled by the dark puddles in mind and body. It was trying to destroy our souls to turn the scraps of us into those characters.”

“Nonbelievers are lucky to never understand the desperation you feel when it feels like your very essence of who you are is being unraveled and re woven into something entirely different in mind, body, and soul. But they will also never know the sheer, ecstatic relief you feel when the process had been stopped by a benevolent god.”

“Why, I think that the Prophet was on the cusp of achieving perfection before our Lord restored his soul, that must be why he’s the only one of us with four fingers on each hand.” The lost one behind the Bendy statue mused.

“The Prophet’s existence alone is proof of His benevolence.” Grant added. “Our Lord has tamed the fiercest of Shrews with His mercy, and led it to care for, teach, and protect all of us, even the wasters who doubt Him. And THAT is why we serve our Lord, Waster, why we worship Him; We all have been at the mercy of the dark puddles and seen that it has none. While He has let us keep our minds, hope, and sometimes even memories for another day.”

“And perhaps, He’ll even free us from our bodies of ink themselves!”

“We just have to believe...”

“I see.” Henry hummed as he pulled himself up. “Well, thank you for your time, all of you. It was interesting to hear your side of the story. I never really thought about why anyone would serve the Ink Demon before hearing you out.”

“...Thank you,” Grant waved him off “and good luck on your travels, Stranger.”

[cruelfeline]

The Hordak Bleatings Masterpost

The new and improved Masterpost! All of my ridiculous bleating in one place! Now with categories to allow you, dear friends and neighbors, to better marvel at the utter nonsense I get up to in my spare time. It shall be updated every so often/when I remember. 

some of these categories may overlap or perhaps not be perfect; I tried; there was... a lot

Enjoy!

Biological/Medical Musings

A Fairly Comprehensive List of Hordak’s Clinical Signs

I Wrote Too Much About Hordak’s Arms

And Then Someone Asked About His Elbows So Voila

Someone Else Asked About His Eyes

Yes; I Did Measure Hordak’s Ears via Fuzzy Math; You’re Welcome

A Brief Word About Dentition

Some Sad Thoughts About Clone Lifespan

I Like to Headcanon that Clones Have Naturally Different Eye Colors

Counting Hordak’s Ports

Thinking About Terrible Ways Prime Could Institute Biological Control

Doing Very Fuzzy Math And Wondering Just How Young Hordak Could Be

Spending Way Too Much Time Figuring Out Whether Hordak is Left or Right Handed

Why Tiny Food is Probably Ideal for Hordak (a joke ask I essentially took Seriously)

Discussing Hordak’s Temper

Considering Whether Hordak Needs Oxygen

Discussing Whether Prime and his Clones are Genetically Identical

Hordak in Relation to Other Characters

Entrapdak

Hordak Can Get Close to Entrapta Because He Needn’t Fear Her

Discussing Entrapdak Age Discourse

Bit More Regarding Hordak’s Maturity vs. Entrapta’s

Hordak Didn’t Manipulate Entrapta… But Catra Did

Assessing that Unfortunate Moment When Hordak Snapped at Entrapta

Further Assessing Hordak Snapping at Entrapta by Noting When He Doesn’t

On Hordak’s Wardrobe Change

Entrapta Shushing Hordak is One of My Favorite Interactions

The Entrapdak Scene Was Also One of Self-Love

I Really Like How Entrapta Talks to Hordak About Failure

Hordak Tells an Actual Lie and Succeeds

Entrapta’s and Hordak’s Social Differences Help Them Connect to One Another

I Would Have Appreciated A Scene Where Entrapta Learns About What Happened To Hordak

Hordak Takes Strength From Realizing That Entrapta Came For Him

Hordak and Entrapta Just Like One Another, and I Enjoy That

There is a Huge Difference in How The Alliance and Hordak React to Entrapta Being on Beast Island, and it’s Jarring

This is Mostly About Catradora But Kind of in the Sense of Why Entrapdak is Better, so Here it Goes

Entrapta Didn’t Teach Hordak How to Love; She Taught Him How to Be Loved

The Soup Scene is a Condensed View of Why Entrapdak Works in Light of the Rest of Hordak’s Arc

Hordak and Entrapta Search for One Another Alone, and it Makes Me Sad

I Love How Hordak Scooches Over for Entrapta to Join Him on his Throne

Catra

The How-Catra-Manipulated-Hordak Masterpost

Watching Catra and Hordak Switch Roles in Season Three is Fascinating

Hordak and Catra’s Low Points Indicate Their Core Problems

Did Hordak Abuse Catra? Did She Abuse Him? The World May Never Know

Comparing Hordak and Catra in Terms of Consequences and Agency

Hordak and Catra’s Apparent Ages Likely Affect How People Judge Them

Why Doesn’t Hordak Subdue Catra?

Losing and Regaining the Will to Fight is Another Hordak/Catra Parallel

Sometimes I Wish The Show Would Focus Less on Catra and More on Hordak

Why Catra Besting Hordak Isn’t As Satisfying As Catra Besting Shadow Weaver

Hordak Exhibits Some Level of Trust in Catra Even in Season 2... and She Betrays It

The Difference in How Hordak and Catra Handle Relationships followed by Why They Are Like This 

Some Brief Words on the Differences Between How Hordak and Catra End Up Driven to Destruction in Season Four

Musing About What I Actually Would Accept as “Hordak Abusing Catra”

I Think It’s Kind of Funny that Some Expect Catra to be Suspicious of Hordak Post-Canon

Two Scenes That Look Distressing Side-by-Side

Discussing How Catra and Hordak Start Off as Parallels but Later Deviate Due to Character Differences

Adora

How Adora and Hordak End Season Four Differently

Hordak and Adora Parallels

I Wonder if Adora Recognizes Some of Herself in Hordak

Other

This is Actually About Shadow Weaver, but Compared to Hordak, So…

Hordak Doesn’t Seem to have a “Rule the World!” Moment (compared to Shadow Weaver)

On Hordak’s Weird Interactions with DT

Watching DT Circle Hordak is Interesting

Let’s Compare the Circling Scenes, Shall We?

What Wrong Hordak’s Arc Teaches Us About Clones and Hordak

Wondering if Hordak Actually has Control Over the Etherian Horde (could he have stopped the war?)

Prime

There Is A Huge Difference In The Standards Prime And Hordak Hold Others Two Versus Themselves

Hordak and Horde Prime Handle Their Own Vulnerabilities Quite Differently

The Difference Between How Prime and Hordak Use Anger

The Moment Prime Touched Hordak’s Face is the Moment I Truly Knew That Something About Hordak’s Backstory was Very Wrong

Clone/Origin/Prime-Related Sadness

The Clone Thing

More Distressed Bleating about The Clone Thing

Hordak’s DMV Photo Disturbs Me

Hordak Isn’t Actually an Idiot About Disease Transmission

On Hordak’s Bodily Autonomy, or Lack Thereof

How Much of Hordak is “Hordak?”

I’m 99% Certain That Hordak Sucks at Lying Because he Literally Couldn’t

You’d Think Hordak would Think Things Through, But…

Hordak isn’t Really Proud of “Hordak” (with a bonus Adora mention)

Hordak Provides Excellent Fridge Horror

Hordak’s Behavioral Pathology Isn’t Actually Pathology

So! That Purification Ritual was Really Something

Despite Erasure, Hordak Remains Himself

The Clones Are Essentially Trapped By Prime And It Upsets Me

I Get Annoyed That The Clones Aren’t Discussed More By Our Heroes

Again, I Wish The Show Acknowledged The Clones A Bit More, Wrongie Edition

Wouldn’t It Be Swell If Prime Really Did Manage The Clones Like Livestock? 

It’s More Emotionally Poignant That The Clones Are Individuals Rather Than Drones

Prime’s Doctrine Ensures Hordak Blames Himself, and it’s an Awful Control Measure

Hordak Probably Isn’t Dumb for Using Uninsulated Cables; Rather, Clone Sadness is in Play

Why I Can’t See Hordak and the Other Clones As Colonizers (unlike Prime) (also a whole convo thread)

Thinking About Clones and Self-Care

Each Clone Will Have to Realize That They Were Victimized

Wondering if Horde Clones Might Feel Anxious Sleeping Alone

Why Prime Might Encourage Some Autonomy in His Clones (spoilers: for cruelty)

Completely Arbitrary Classification of Clones Post-Prime!

Prime is an Actual God to the Clones and it is Terrifying

Canon Plausibility of Blanket Burritoing Horde Clones!

I Appreciate That, Despite Their Devotion, the Clones are Portrayed as Legitimately Suffering due to Prime

Catra and Adora have Happy Memories; do the Clones?; does Hordak?

Morality/Punishment/Redemption Related

Morality is (sadly) not a Universal Thing

Don’t Talk to me About the Reset as “Proper Punishment”

Why Hordak Doesn’t Just Become a Good Citizen

I Think About Hordak’s Choices a Lot

Hordak as an Abuse Mimic Rather Than Pure Evil

Looking at the Horde Child Soldier Thing From a Certain POV

Emotional Support is a Necessary Part of Healing

Hordak Was Forgiven Without Redemption, And I’m OK With That

Hordak’s Arc Speaks Directly to People who were “Raised Wrong”

I Wonder if Hordak Would See anti-Princess Propaganda as Propaganda

Semi-Intelligent Plot/Story Observations

Hordak’s Portrayal is a Function of Character Lens

Hordak Gets Very Legit Development in Season Four

She-Ra Isn’t a War Drama and Here’s Why

Hordak Suffers From a Distressing Lack of Agency

Hordak is a Weirdly Unenthusiastic Lord

The Season 4 Finale Reframes Hordak’s Vulnerability 

Untangling Hordak’s Backstory in Light of What We Now Know

Why Hordak Getting Possessed is Narratively Good

Hordak’s Rebellion and Subsequent Possession Essentially Summarize His Story

There Are Big Differences Between Hordak and Prime’s Etherian Wars

It Is Pretty Unlikely That Hordak Would Have Pulled The Portal Lever

It Occurred To Me That Hordak May Initially Ignore FO’s Tech Because It’s Just Really Old

An Assessment Of The Villain Intro Cards, Focusing On Hordak

I Think It’s Silly To Blame Hordak For Everything - Especially When Considering Prime

Literally Just a Thread Explaining Why Hordak is Sympathetic

Some Words On Exactly How Terrible DT’s Reveal Was For Hordak

The Escalation of Hordak’s Situation is Really Something

An Anon Asks a Normal Question and I go on a Tangent About Hordak Compensating for his Inability to Innovate via Entrapta and Catra

There are Monumental Differences Between the Galactic and Etherian Hordes in Terms of Brainwashing and Agency

Thinking About Why Chipped Etherians May Not be That Sympathetic To Clones After All

Random Bit of Logicking About Why Hordak Calls the Princesses a Rebellion

Figuring Out Why I Find Hordak So Much More Sympathetic Than The Princesses

Brief Musing on How Hordak Might Face Antagonism From Both Sides Post-Canon

Hordak’s Story Touches on the Concept of the Imperfection of Authority

Someone Asked Me if I Found Hordak’s S5 Arc Satisfying

Discussing Whether Or Not Hordak Planned on Leading Anything After Conquering Etheria

Taking Apart an Abysmal Twitter Take Because It’s Fun

Talking About Prime’s Clone Troops v. Robot Troops

Talking About Hordak’s Emotional Age

Hordak’s S3 Backtory Being Part-Delusion Helps Emphasize the Inequality in Attachment Between the Clones and Prime

A Few Not-So-Nice Acts Hordak Commits That I Find Justifiable

Random Headcanons of All Sorts

Stupidly Cute, Pointless Headcanon #3825 (ears covered)

Stupid Pointlessly Cute Headcanon #4853 (yawning, with appropriate artwork)

Stupid Pointlessly Cute Headcanon #2938 (snoring)

Stupid Pointlessly Cute Headcanon #1423 (REM sleep)

Stupidly Cute, Pointless Headcanon #7845 (blushing)

Random Hordak-Related Thought #2935 (forearms)

I Like to Think That Hordak Does Cute Things in his Sleep

I Like to Think That Hordak’s Eyes Dim While He Sleeps

Literally Me Just Having Emotions

Thinking About the Stress of Maintaining His Image in the Horde

Why Hordak’s Trauma is Particularly Disturbing To Me (compared to Catra/Adora)

Catra Overcomes her Fear of her Abuser; Hordak Does Not

All of my Emotions over the S4 Finale

Hordak’s Goddamned Smirk Lied to Me

I Have Feelings about Hordak’s Enforced Self-Care

I Need Hordak to Know that He is Loved

Hordak Goes Pew Pew and It’s Cute

Watching Hordak Lift Things Makes Me Smile

Hordak’s Unreasonable Expectations Make Me Sad

Please Just Let Hordak Rest

A Sassy Post About People Complaining the Hordak and Catra are Forgiven

All My Words About That Hordak/Adora Scene

Hordak Taps the Asphyxiation Lever With Two Fingers And It Makes Me Happy

I Wonder If Individuality Felt Blasphemous To Hordak

Please Don’t Stab Clones In Their Ports, Thank You

Hordak Clasps His Hands And It Makes Me Anxious

Hordak Shaming Catra Mimics the Purification Room And It’s Disturbing

Watching Hordak Give Up Is Heartbreaking

I Worry About Hordak Handling Anxiety

People Being Considerate of Hordak Makes My Heart Smile

I Wonder If Magic Was Frightening to Hordak at First

Thinking About Hordak Progressing in Terms of Self-Care

Prime Never Calls Hordak by Name, not Even Once

Just Being Sad While Realizing the Sort of Life Hordak had to Look Forward To

Strange Fic-Like Things No One Should Read

Please Consider: A Concept Masterpost

Hordak Practices Eyerolling

Imp Hacks Up The Worst Color of Hairball

[deathbydarkelves]

I decided to make playlists for Cathala and Tarinne plus explanations for why I chose each song because I entered one of those ADHD fugue states and if I didn't finish this task I would die

Anyway here are the two links (they're youtube playlists because I don't have spotify. I would obviously recommend using an adblocker if you're just gonna watch on youtube) and the explanations for each song are below the cut :) Each playlist is about an hour long.

For Tarinne’s:

1. Foggy Nights: I consider this her theme so putting it first as a sort of intro only makes sense.

2. Here’s a Health to the Company: I think this works as an example of her general disposition. She’s a people person, and always a fan of singing these sorts of songs in taverns, on ships, or what have you. It also kind of feels like a sendoff to soldiers, which I imagine symbolizes her joining the Sentinel Army and quickly thereafter fighting in the Third War.

3. Wartime Prayers: Somewhat self-explanatory, this is symbolizing her seeing war for the first time, but I also included it because the last line transitions SO WELL into the next song.

4. The Hollow: This song is an intro to an album I've never heard so I don't know the context, but I really love it because it sounds like someone praying to their deity and like I mean c'mon. Elune. Tarinne's praying to Elune to guide her through the war. Do I need to elabo-

5. Wave Walker: KILL DEATH MAIM AHAHAHAHA

6. Isil Elun’falo: Just a super rad fan-made night elf song that's basically "wow we sure do love Elune" said in twenty different ways for four and a half minutes. But it ROCKS and I LOVE it.

7. Chewing Cotton Wool: This song is about losing a loved one (I did have to check but yeah that's what it is) and I use it to symbolize Tarinne losing her mom during the war. The last line, which includes the song's title, I especially like. It's referring to how morticians (apparently) put cotton gauze in a corpse's throat and mouth to keep body fluids in and make the face look more natural. So there's a fun fact for you.

8. See U Soon (Song for Dad): Just a short lofi piece to rest a bit, and it was also chosen because the title's in reference to Tarinne growing closer to her dad after losing her mom. She still visits him at his leathers and furs shop in Stormwind fairly often, especially after dangerous adventures. She just wants to make sure he knows she's alright ;-;

9. No Lullaby: Right back into it with a song that I use to represent Tarinne's general feeling of not being able to go home because it's not there anymore. She's felt like this since the end of the Third War, but it's especially strong since the whole Teldrassil thing. But I like the ending, "who said you're on your own," because it contrasts the repeating of "alone" in the rest of the song. And it's kinda like "hey, listen, you're not the only one who feels like she can't go home." I mean that's probably how basically every single night elf feels right now skxnks

10. The Moss: This song juxtaposes classic fairy tales with scientific facts about the world and I love it to BITS. I'm using it here to represent both Tarinne's love for storytelling but also her sort of... part-time historian/archaeologist/conservator career.

11. Rasputin: I just associate this song with her for some reason and this was the best place to put it.

12. Electric Feel: Moving on to focus more on Tarinne's relationship with Cathala now. This is an extremely great and somewhat 😏 song that I also included because the electricity theme is appropriate because Cathala has lightning powers and y'know it's from Tarinne's perspective or whatever.

13. Bedroom Hymns: You know why this is here.

14. Movement: I can't talk about love songs without talking about Hozier, okay. This is just a nice, slower song to relax a bit with.

15. Never Let Me Go: I have an entire goddamn music video in my head with Cathala and Tarinne for this song and it’s very dramatic and emotional and I had to include this song or I’d die. Basically just listen to near the end of this song when she's repeating the title over and over, and imagine the two of them seeing each other at opposite ends of a battlefield after the dust settles and they rush towards each other and fall to their knees holding on as tightly as they can because they got separated early on and each thought the other was dead. Then you'll know how I feel when I listen to this song.

16. Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control: First of all I love the title, and second of all there's a big section in the middle (1:49 to 2:47) that I like to interpret as the two of them grappling with the fact that they're not really quite sure who or what they're fighting for anymore. Their people, yeah, but there's so many alliances and semi-permanent enemies and only-on-every-other-thursday-enemies all intertwined and the world is just so very confusing and they're trying to make the best of it. Elf school didn’t include international, interracial politics in its curriculum. It did however include how to properly plant trees, and AP calculus (this is a joke).

17. In Dreams: I like to imagine this song is something the two of them would say to each other, as a way of saying “even when everything we know is gone, even when the world ends, I will still be by your side. And if I’m not, don’t fear, for I will find you.” It makes a nice note to end on :)

For Cathala’s:

1. muse: Just a nice lofi intro to get us into things :) I don't see this song as her theme, like I do with Tarinne and the first song in her playlist, but I like it quite a bit. I don't actually really have a theme for Cathala yet, I'm currently going with a version of Way of the Monk from WoW's OST but I'm still looking for something better.

2. Frogs Singing: I included this because it's about just appreciating nature, which works because night elf and also mindfulness and meditation is a whole thing.

3. Tongues: This is a song about feeling distant from your peers which is like Cathala's whole existence! She's this weird mix of two cultures and ultimately she feels out of place regardless of where she is or who she's with. Also the theme with not understanding what people are saying works because the poor woman had to learn Pandaren from scratch and that shit ain't easy. I think blizz said somewhere probably that Common is just a language that EVERYONE knows inherently because Video Game but that's bullshit in my opinion. I'll allow spells that let you understand foreign languages to an extent (Comprehend Languages from D&D lets you understand the LITERAL meaning only, which I like), but every culture and species in the universe knowing Common is silly if you think about it for more than two seconds.

4. Kung Fu Fighting: I'm legally required to include this song. Also I prefer the Kung Fu Panda version, I'm sorry.

5. Harder Better Faster Stronger: I vicariously experience having a great work ethic through Cathala and that's why this song is here because she has 999 Determination and does Too Many push-ups every day or something idk. I was gonna say "every morning" but I have a headcanon that elves only need to sleep every couple of days (sort of a nod to "elves don't need to sleep at all" from D&D, and to explain why NIGHT elves are active at all hours of the day) so that doesn't work.

6. What's Up Danger: This song is Cathala's whole Vibe. Almost zero threat assessment skills in this woman's brain. If it can be punched, she will punch it.

7. Eye for an Eye: Fairly self-explanatory, it's a song about wanting revenge so... yeah. Checked that box. It was this or The Vengeful One by Disturbed but ultimately The Vengeful One's religious symbolism probably makes it fit better as a Tyrande theme lol ("I'm the hand of god, I'm the dark messiah." Did you mean: the Night Warrior)

8. Survivor: Cathala's survived a lot of shit and this could kinda be her making fun of herself for it because "Gods, man! Don't I deserve a break!"

9. Ashes: Really the reason I include this song is the last chunk (2:42 to the end) because holy shit. Listen, if I was gonna include a song with fire motifs, it was gonna be a somber one like this.

10. Into the West: This can kinda represent Cathala just trying to fucking breathe and recover from Teldrassil. Also works because I dunno it has stuff to do with the elves in LotR, I haven't seen those movies in a while. It sounds nice and is melancholy so I included it.

11. Like Real People Do: Cathala loves Tarinne a lot you guys have I ever menti-

12. Into the Wild: Tarinne changed Cathala's world for the better and she's super fucking grateful she has her by her side. Kinda goes without saying but you know.

13. Chasing the Moon: I have a vague music video in my head for this of them falling in love and it's very cute so there's that. Also it's in this specific spot because hey she may be deeply traumatized but she's still got a fair number of things/people in her life that make her happy so :)

14. Follow My Girl: I've got a theme going in my head that while Tarinne is fairly certain of her place in the world, Cathala is still trying to find hers. She outlived all her connections on Pandaria because Elf Lifespans(tm) and the only members of her family still alive are distant relatives she never knew very well.

15. Wish That You Were Here: This works both to represent Cathala on Pandaria feeling super homesick, and for more recently after Teldrassil. Either way, it's a message to her parents and sister.

16. Mr. Fear: She does her damnedest to hide it but she's absolutely terrified something like Teldrassil's gonna happen again! That fear drives her to do everything in her power to protect who and what she can. As long as they're not Forsaken, cause she's still got her biases, that compassion even extends across faction lines. She never really got the whole Alliance/Horde thing anyway. Innocent people shouldn't have to die, regardless of who or what they are.

17. Ordinary Day: Not to get super out there but I think this song works as symbolizing Cathala really trying to hold on to her faith in Elune, but ultimately feeling pretty abandoned. I mean she can clearly see Elune's influence everywhere. But Elune sure ain't doing Cathala any favors as far as she can tell! It also ends the whole playlist on maybe a bit of an uncertain/open-ended note, because this "losing faith" aspect is a new thing with her and will definitely be something she continues to struggle with for a while. On a related note, I should say Tarinne is still very much devout but she gets what Cathala's feeling and doesn't force anything on her, and vice versa. And Cathala wouldn't become atheist, the night elves aren't monotheistic and she still worships all the other deities, it's just specifically Elune she's a little :/ on.

[miss-noo-na]

And Then There Were Three (Part 5)

Title: And Then There Were Three

Rating: Mature.

Warnings: Smut; rough sex, dirty talk (vulgar language this chapter), choking

Summary: After catching you with Jooheon, Changkyun becomes distant. You’re determined to find out if he’s as jealous as you think he is.

Note: See masterlist for parts 1-4!

Just as you were able to read the shifts in Jooheon’s moods, you could do the same with Changkyun, but he was less subtle about it.

There was a heat that radiated off of him when you came near, and not the kind you were used to. His tone was deep and curt when you spoke at work, though it wasn’t unusual to appear casual in your professional environment. But this was different. This read like anger.

You hadn’t had the chance to be alone with him since he walked in on you and Jooheon at the dorm. Their schedule was getting hectic again and they barely had the time to breathe, much less do anything else. 

“Do you think he’s avoiding me?” You asked Jooheon in a hushed tone as you stood at the back of the room, looking busy with accessories.

Jooheon shrugged, feigning ignorance, but when he glanced at his friend you could see his gears turning.

“If he was upset about it, I feel like he would tell us. He’s not exactly shy about his feelings.” Jooehon offered with a small, reassuring laugh. 

“Has he said anything to you?”

“Not really.”

You sighed, knowing you would have to bring it up to him eventually.

For now, you focused on your job, or at least tried to. Every day, you asked yourself if this was a mistake, if all the fun was worth the turmoil you might find yourself in if someone got too jealous. You didn’t understand why now, when he had never once expressed even a hint of it before. He made it apparent since day one that it was exclusively physical, and he didn’t even bat an eye at sharing you with his best friend and co-worker. If anyone should be okay with it, it would be him.

There was more to it than that, though. You couldn’t help but think back to what it felt like being alone with Jooheon, his care and precision, his tenderness and his words. He didn’t treat you like a thing to be discarded and it was becoming apparent that you were more than a physical fancy to him. 

He could hardly help himself sometimes. The way that Changkyun felt compelled to seduce and play with you, Jooheon often had to stop himself from being too affectionate. It was getting to the point that the others teased him about it, and that didn’t help your situation with Changkyun one bit.

The worst part was that you liked it. You blushed and felt the slightest hint of butterflies from time to time that you put a great deal of energy into squashing. Catching feelings was the last thing you needed, and you were convinced it was only because it had been so long since you felt something other than lust. Plus, there was this profound sense of guilt you had for it, like you were cheating on Changkyun somehow.

Just as you were formulating a plan for how to approach him, you received a message out of the blue. He would be alone tonight and he wanted you to come over. The abrupt and welcoming message threw you off-guard, but you happily accepted the invitation. 

When he invited you in, his cold demeanor hadn’t changed much, and you wondered what his intentions were. You were anxious, watching him put something on the TV and meander around the kitchen before coming to sit next to you. He was surprisingly relaxed,  but you could feel the invisible wall he put up, even if he didn’t realize it.

“Are we going to talk?” You asked after a few minutes of silence.

“About what?” He asked almost too quickly in response. His gaze was hard-set into you as he turned and you felt challenged. That’s when the fear started to dissipate and boil up into anger. You had nothing to be sorry for.

“You know, I don’t appreciate all this attitude you’ve been throwing at me lately.” You said sternly, and you could tell he didn’t anticipate push-back this early into the conversation.

“I’ve barely spoken to you.” He laughed, and there was something smug about it that only pushed you further. You remembered being in relationships in the past and just knowing that a fight was brewing, and this was exactly like that.

“You’ve been passive-aggressive for over a week now, will you just tell me what's wrong?” You sighed, already exasperated. You thought being in a physical relationship only meant that you could escape these kinds of conversations. Apparently not.

 He turned away and you could see his jaw tighten, like he was holding back.

“Is it about me and Jooheon?” You asked, knowing that was the only thing it could be.

He looked back again just as quickly, eyes narrowed. “Maybe it is, but what does it matter?”

Finally, something you could work with.

“You couldn’t just tell me you were jealous?”

He laughed, “Who said that?”

“Oh my God,” You rolled your eyes and reacted with your entire body. “This is exhausting, why are men such babies about everything? Just communicate like an adult, Jesus. Why are we even fighting? We’re not married, this is pointless.” You rambled, not even looking at him because you were lost in your own frustration. When you stopped, he was half-smiling at you.

“I like when you get all flustered.”

You blinked and closed your mouth, then scowled as the words sunk in. “What?”

“You’re right, there’s nothing to fight about. I got a little upset about it, so what?”

“Oh, so you’re admitting it now?”

He edged himself across the couch so he was closer to you. “Fine, you want the truth?”

“Preferably,” You nodded.

“It wasn’t anything as petty as jealousy, I don’t get jealous.”

You narrowed your eyes, unsure what to make of his response, but curious to let him continue.

“I felt something different, and I didn’t really know how to process it quite yet, so I took some time to myself to think about it.”

He reached up and ran a finger from underneath your chin across your jaw line, his eyelids hanging low. You felt your heart rate speed up and cursed yourself for it.

“And what was that?” You asked quietly.

“I felt, hmm,” He mused for a moment before grinning. “Possessive.”

You swallowed the sound that threatened to part from your lips. Instead meeting it was an inquisitive “Oh?”

“I don’t own you.” He clarified, then let his eyes drift down, “But I do, don’t I?”

It was all part of the game. Realistically, out in the waking world, you were two capable adults with independent minds and the freedom to feel and do as you pleased. But once the door closed and you were under him, you knew you would let him do almost anything. It was the dynamic you both agreed upon from the first night, letting go of your inhibitions and self-imposed restraints and letting him have the control. It was the thing you longed for, the thing that kept you coming back to him.

“I’m a rational person, so I knew I couldn’t just be upset with you over something so normal and something you have every right to do.” He explained, then his voice deepend as he leaned in closer, “But I also couldn’t help picturing all the ways I was going to make you mine again.”

That word, mine, echoed in your head. Someone else had also uttered it to you in a moment of passion recently, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You had two people who seemed to want you desperately, and while you knew logically this was dangerous, it also excited you.

“You put me through all this just to tell me something I already knew?” You asked, and he smiled. 

“Would an apology help?”

You thought about it for a moment before answering. “I think that’s fair.”

He took you swiftly by the wrist and stood up, tugging you along. You fumbled for a moment before you stood and let him lead you to his bedroom.

You barely had time to process what was happening, one minute arguing on the couch and now here he was sitting you down on the edge of the bed, leaning down and kissing you before he knelt on the floor in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, his hands trailing up your bare calves, up to your knees where the bottom of your skirt stopped and rested over your thighs. He then gripped your legs and pulled them up off the ground, causing you to lose balance and fall back onto the bed with a squeak. He pushed your legs open and the skirt fell back, too, exposing what was underneath.

“I’m apologizing.”

The initial shock wore off and you felt your cheeks warm as he laid a hand over your clothed center and pressed, teasing you for a moment before slipping his fingers underneath and feeling between your folds.

“Hm, you’re already wet but I know you can do better than that.”

He gripped the fabric and pulled it hard, forcing your legs up and together to rid you of the garment. When you let them fall back on either side of him, he wasted no more time, pushing your thighs apart and ducking his head down to taste you.

A sharp moan left you without warning and your hands fell to his hair. It had been a long time since he’d done this, and you almost forgot what his tongue felt like bearing down on your clit, rolling over the flesh and sucking you into his mouth. Changkyun abandoned this stimulation to travel downward, and you gasped unexpectedly when his tongue forced its way inside you, hands pressing back on your thighs to get deeper. Your fingers gripped his locks tight as you arched back and almost couldn’t take it. 

He pulled back for a moment, mouth glistening as he observed you, a low satisfied hum emanating from his chest.

“Look at what I do to you, you’re a mess.”

You blushed and closed your eyes tightly, feeling both aroused and embarrassed, and could only moan in response.

“Turn around.”

His voice was gruff as he stood up, and you let your feet fall gently to the floor as you sat up and stared up at him in awe for a moment. He was undoing his belt, looking down at you as he licked your juices off his lips.

“You heard me.”

You quivered as you went to turn over, and as your knees hit the bed he was already yanking the skirt and the rest of your clothing off you. Suddenly you were naked, kneeling on your hands and knees and arching your hips up as you peered back over your shoulder. 

He had discarded his own clothing and took his hard cock into one hand, stepping forward and deliberately brushing it against your entrance. You mewled and pressed back, trying to let him enter you, but he resisted.

“Do you want it bad?” He asked with a smirk.

You thought about making a sarcastic remark, knowing he was enjoying playing this game with you, but instead you countered him the only way you knew would actually make a blow to him.

You reached back and pulled yourself open, biting your lower lip and giving him a wanton yet demure stare. “Yes, please.”

His eyes darkened and the smile fell away from his face, he let out a rough, low sound as he grabbed your hips and aligned his cock with you. 

“I know I’m not the only person who can turn you on,” He started before leaning forward, sinking his cock deep into you just as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back so his lips came as close as they could to your ear, “But I’m the only person who can give it to you like this.”

With that, his hips snapped into a pounding rhythm, fucking you like only he could, hard but with intent, making you grip the sheets in your hands and your legs to tremble. This was the moment when you were his, when he made it clear you belonged to him, at least for right now, and you embraced it. You craved it.

The harder he fucked you the weaker you became, arms starting to wobble in an attempt to hold yourself up. His thrusts were unrelenting, like he had been storing up all his energy just for this moment. 

The hand that still held your hair dropped down to your shoulder and he stopped briefly to pull you up. You wavered, dazed and shaky as you fell back against his chest and his arms circled under yours. One came up to lock your throat in his hand, and the other forced itself between your thighs, slick with your arousal. You groaned and arched against him, not sure which one you liked better.

Then he started to move again, thrusting up into you steadily, burying his cock to the hilt before letting gravity pull him back out just to do it again. His fingertips found your clit and he rubbed circles around the wet, swollen flesh as his other hand tightened around your neck.

“All of this is mine,” Changkyun growled against your ear. “Your body, your pleasure, your cunt. I own this.”

He was always rough, always commanding and always made you feel like you were his, but this was different. Unlike his typical playful candor, he sounded serious. The passion and possessiveness was overwhelming, somehow equal parts terrifying and exhilarating and you didn’t even consider stopping. Instead, his consuming words rasped heavily into your ear were pushing you toward a toe-curling, full body orgasm you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.

You felt so exposed like this, nothing to hold on to, so you reached back and dug your nails into his thighs as your pleasure mounted. 

“I can’t,” You near-sobbed, trying to tell him you couldn’t hold on anymore.”I’m-it’s too much.”

He knew, he could read your body like the back of his hand; your shallow breaths and clenching muscles, slurred words, all tell-tale signs that your end was near. 

“Don’t hold back,” He said through his teeth, “Give me what's mine. Come for me.”

You sucked in a lungful of air as your eyes slammed shut, body pulling taut, then released it all in a long moan, bowing into him, squirming in his arms as you pulsed around his cock and sank your nails deeper in his skin. As you rode the last wave, he released you, letting you fall forward onto the bed and grabbing onto your hips to pull you flush against his pelvic bone, spluttering moans against the back of your neck as he came deep inside you.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, collapsing face first on the bed and wrapping your arms under your head, breathing hard and dripping sweat. Changkyun managed to hold himself over you, but rested his forehead between your shoulder blades and panted against your moist skin.

He finally pulled himself from you and fell heavy on the bed next to you, and you peered up from over your arm.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, eyes glassy as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to control his pounding heart.

“For what?” 

“I kind of got out of hand there,” He rolled his head toward you and forced an awkward laugh. 

“It’s okay,” You rolled over on your side facing him, cheeks tinged with pink. “I liked it.”

The humor eased from his features as he looked at you for a long moment. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“I sort of lied earlier,”

“Oh?” You gave him a curious look, though you could guess what he was going to say.

“I may have actually been a little jealous. I was just trying to save face before.”

“I mean, the way you just fucked me made that abundantly clear.”

For the first time in all the times you had been with Changkyun, he blushed.

“I didn’t want to be petty about it, I don’t know what came over me.” He looked away. “It was fine when it was the three of us, it felt more like Jooheon was just an addition to something you and I already had. But when I saw just the two of you….” He trailed off with a sigh.

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, it was nice to see him vulnerable for once. 

“How did it happen?” He asked suddenly, looking back at you with a sense of urgency, to your surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean did you call him? Did he call you? I’m curious.” He said, trying to seem vaguely interested but you already knew it was more than that. You decided to humor him.

“I came over to talk to him. He had been acting distant, as you recall, and I wanted to know why.” You answered with a half shrug.

“Why was he distant?”

“Same reason you were. Feeling a little jealous and being too proud to just talk to me about it.” You smiled and he had a laugh at himself.

“This is going to sound weird, and probably selfish, but..” He faded out, waiting to continue. 

“But?” You encouraged.

“What does he have that I don’t? I mean, what does he do, that makes you want to be with him?”

You hadn’t expected that question, but it did seem natural now that he asked it. His ego was hurt, he was used to being the one who satisfied you, the one you came running to for your urges. 

“It’s...different with him. Not necessarily better, just different.” You tried to explain.

“Care to elaborate?” He asked, becoming visibly antsy to find out.

“I don’t know, he’s ...tender.” You struggled to find the words. “It’s not rough but it's passionate. And it’s not boring, but it's kind of soft and makes me feel precious.”

Changkyun’s face looked troubled as you spoke. “That makes sense.”

“Like I said, it’s not better. I like what you and I have, but sometimes I just want-”

“You want to feel loved.”

You blinked at him in surprise. The word love was troublesome to you. You had thought you were in love, once. It was foolish and naive and ended terribly, so you decided you would avoid those feelings if at all possible. But maybe he was right? Maybe you missed that feeling. But that didn’t mean you were in love, or that Jooheon-

“Jooheon is in love with you.” He spoke bluntly, cutting off your thoughts. Now your eyes widened even more and you spluttered out a laugh. “What? No…”

“He hasn’t told me or anything, but I can tell.”

You couldn’t believe that at all. Maybe he had a crush on you, but love?

“The problem is,” Changkyun reached out and pushed a stray piece of hair away from your eyes.

 “I think I might be, too.”

[mordoriscalling]

48 Weeks (1/4)

Throughout the 48 weeks that Geralt and Jaskier spend apart, their relationship develops.

Aka, part 3 of the Singer and the Sailor AU no one asked for but I wrote anyway. The events of this story happen after Stay or Sail Away but before Homecoming. Warnigns: some sexual content ahead! 

Weeks 1-12

Week 1

The memory of everyone he left behind is still fresh in his mind. He clearly recalls how he embraced Ciri and Yen for the last time. The hugs were short but his daughter and ex-wife know that he needs to grow distanced before deployment. It hurts less this way.

Jaskier was there to say goodbye too, but it was different with him. He has no idea how all of this works, and they only had mere three weeks to enjoy each other’s company. They tried to make best of it but Geralt still wanted to detach himself in the last week. Jaskier reacted with panic and kept asking if he’d done something wrong.

The only wrong Jaskier’s ever done was to appear in Geralt’s life just like that, waltzing past his walls and defences with laughable ease. Jaskier is loud and bright, almost unbearably so, and everything is suddenly too dark and quiet when he isn’t there.

Geralt didn’t use to mind dark and quiet. He rather enjoyed them, in fact. Now, as he waits for Jaskier’s first video call, he’s vaguely annoyed that he allowed Jaskier to influence him like this in such a short period of time. The change is small but significant and he shouldn’t have let it happen, not so fast.

But then Jaskier’s face appears on the screen, his face lit up by a brilliant smile, and any negative thoughts suddenly fly out of Geralt’s mind.

“Hi, handsome,” Jaskier purrs.

“Hello,” Geralt replies.  

“I must say,” Jaskier goes on in low voice, “the sight of you in the uniform does certain... things to me.”

Geralt looks down at his clothes with a bemused frown. He’s wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt with shoulder pads showing his rank, a black tie and black trousers. It’s nothing special. He has no idea what Jaskier sees but what he does know is that Jaskier’s gaze on him is distracting, so Geralt decides to change the subject. Clearing his throat, he asks, “How are you?”

Jaskier beams as if he asked the best possible question.

Week 2

“How the first two weeks on the ship have been?”

“Busy,” Geralt answers truthfully.

“And?” Jaskier prompts, after a moment of silence.

Geralt sighs, irritated. “And there’s a lot of work to do and some chaos, like always at the beginning.”

Jaskier chuckles. “This will have to suffice for now, but know this, White Wolf: I will get all your stories out of you.”

Geralt rolls his eyes and asks, “How are you?”

There’s that smile again.

Week 3

“How are you?”

Jaskier’s grin is blinding as he answers, “Honestly, Geralt, you’re just so sweet.”

Geralt grunts. Jaskier has to be mentally challenged in some way, to think that the basic human decency which Geralt displays is some kind of special gesture. (Or have had unpleasant experiences with past relationships but that doesn't seem right. Who would treat Jaskier like that?)

He only asks Jaskier about how he’s doing the first moment he can. It’s not much but Jaskier appears to think it is. Geralt’s not going to correct him, not when it makes Jaskier smile like that.

Week 4

“I wrote you a song.”

Geralt doesn’t know what to say to that.

“I’ll send you the recording, just tell me what you think.”

He only nods. As he listens to the song after they hang up, he can’t find any words to describe it. The beautiful lyrics tell a story of lovers camping in a forest, and Jaskier’s voice conveys so many emotions that Geralt’s chest aches.

Before the knows it, he listens to the song every evening, then it keeps replaying in his mind at all times. Jaskier’s voice is there with him, luring him towards thoughts that he shouldn’t entertain, and it all affects him in a way he struggles to express.

Week 5

“Thank you, siren.”

It’s the only words he’s found. Somehow, they seem to be enough for Jaskier.

Week 6

Jaskier is leaving on tour tomorrow, his first international one. He has a lot to say, but not necessarily on that topic.

“It turns out my agent and your ex-wife are friends from uni. I hate it, Geralt. I don’t want them to get along. I have a feeling I’m gonna have little say in my own life from now on.”

Geralt acknowledges Jaskier’s despair with a grunt that is barely noticed because Jaskier chatters on, “The only thing I’d hate more would be you knowing Triss too.”

Geralt frowns. There’s only one Triss he knows. “Triss Merigold?”

There’s a stunned pause and then, “What the fuck, Geralt –”

Week 7

Jaskier is in Europe now and Geralt is somewhere on the Atlantic but he can’t say anything else. Jaskier seems tired but Geralt finds out that it doesn’t make him any less talkative.

“I’m still not over the fact that you were right there the whole time –”

“Jaskier –”

“ – just two introductions away!” A huff. “Hey Jaskier,” he pitches his voice high, imitating how a woman would sound rather well, “do you know my friend Yennefer? Oh, and here’s her ex-husband, who’s gonna ruin you for other men, women, and everyone in between and outside of that spectrum.”

Geralt snorts.

“I could’ve had you for so much longer,” Jaskier laments, “But actually, I wouldn’t have, because it seems I’d have had no idea about your existence at all if not for Lambert? Those two introductions were possible for five goddamn years that Triss has been my agent but apparently, that’s not enough time for it to happen –”

“Jaskier,” Geralt sighs. He needs some sleep and rest. He misses home, already.

“Yes, dear?” Jaskier asks.

Geralt does want to tell him to shut up but Jaskier’s eyes are too distracting, so what comes out of his mouth is, “Sing something.”

Jaskier obliges with the brightest of smiles.

Week 8

“We can’t –”

“I know,” Jaskier replies, “but that’s the thrill of it, don’t you think, darling?”

Geralt clenches his jaw, breathing heavily. The temptation is so strong he almost trembles, like a bloody teenager. Memories don’t work in his favour now – he still remembers Jaskier’s scent, how his skin, mouth and cum tastes. It sets his nerves on fire, and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to start palming himself through his trousers as Jaskier keeps talking in that damned husky voice.

“You know... your moans are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He bites down at his lip, hard.

“Moan for me, Geralt.”

Geralt does.

Week 9

It’s been more than two months and gloomy silence hangs between them as they stare at each other through the screen.

“Tell me something funny,” Jaskier says.

Geralt searches for any memory of the kind in his mind. When he finally finds it, he launches into the story, “There was that time when me, Eskel and Lambert went out and got so drunk that we blacked out. Next thing we know, we’re in some stranger’s flat, and Lambert’s wearing actual handcuffs, his hand tied to the guy’s ankle.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. We couldn’t find the keys to uncuff them anywhere and we couldn’t pick the lock either. Me and Eskel had to get clippers to set them free. We still have no idea how we got there.”

Jaskier starts chortling.

“That’s how Lambert met his boyfriend Aiden. They’ve been together for seven years now.”

Jaskier keeps cackling. When Geralt realises that listening to that – probably the most inelegant sound he’s ever heard in his life – warms him to his very core because it’s Jaskier’s laugh, there’s only one thought on his mind.

Fuck.

Week 10

“Another song?”

“Yes,” Jaskier admits, looking almost embarrassed, “I hope you like it.”

“Hmm.”

He knows he will. When he listens to the recording, he quickly finds out he wasn’t wrong. The song is more lively and dramatic than the first one, expressing the wonder of watching your lover move, and it feels like a promise. It makes Geralt look beyond the sea.  

Week 11

“Thank you for the song, siren.”

Jaskier sighs in a love-sick way. “I wish I could kiss you right now. Have got the slightest idea what I’d do to you?”

Geralt smirks. “Why don’t you tell me?”

Jaskier moans and goes on to describe his fantasy in vivid detail.

Week 12

Geralt toys with the gold wolf signet as he waits for Jaskier’s call and tries not to drown in grim thoughts.

Being away from his family starts getting hard. The worst period of deployment begins – he hasn’t been away from home long enough to forget but just enough to miss his loved ones terribly and not be able to get over it. The very second his thoughts wander away from work at hand, he remembers Ciri’s laugh, Yen’s smile, his brother’s embraces and father’s gruffness.

Then there’s Jaskier, with his bloody bright smiles, charm, quick wit and endearing... everything. He makes it so much harder.

They should’ve just parted ways, Geralt muses. They shouldn’t have exchanged their “engagement rings” for safekeeping to give them back to each other after Geralt returns like it’s some ridiculous romance novel.

Jaskier’s ridiculous like that, though, and Geralt’s still hasn’t learnt to say no to him.

When Jaskier greets him cheerfully and asks him about how he’s doing, a smile tugs at Geralt’s lips as he answers, “Better now.”

Part 2

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A/N: you can also read this on AO3. 

The first song that Jaskier writes is in Icelandic IRL (and it’s so goddamn beautiful) but even the English lyrics are just so stunning, I can 100% imagine Jaskier singing that:  This night is ours, spring in the forrest air Let’s pitch our tent among the berries over there. Lead me, my dearest, to the grove of yesterday Where the brook kindly whispers and the birches sway. Light locks in motion, lingering emotion A rose scented breeze from the Fae Dew drops glitter, the dale is quiet and fair Dreams coming true for lovers sleeping there Heather blushing in the evening sun’s last ray The cool quiet night comes after a perfect day Light locks in motion, lingering emotion A rose scented breeze from the Fae

[get-chazzed]

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What is on your wishlist?

When do you usually do most of your writing?

I wake up very late because I have no self control and a really messed up sleeping schedule, so I do the writing from 1 pm onward, generally speaking. Then again, I have spent more than one day doing nothing but typing away on my keyboard for this account, so... Yeah. I'd like to say I do most of it during the daytime, but it depends: if a thread I like gets a reply at 2 am (which happens a lot because everyone seems to be living in the Americas?) you can bet I'll be typing a reply as soon as I get the notification (though I almost never post them right away, since I'm anxious about spelling, syntax and so on). It might be that I'm new to the scene and that I'm a situation in which I have little else to do, but I get really excited whenever I get a reply or an ask and will jump at the chance to start interacting with new people- which is sadly kind of hard because of how unpopular GX seems to be among the RPC. People have still been very nice to me and have been very open to testing out interactions, which I'm deeply grateful for. I am wagging my nonexistent tail of all of you, constantly. On a separate note, I do the fic writing after midnight. Always. And I hate it.

Pet peeves?

... Oof. Ok. I'll take my chance to say a bunch of things? Don't hate me for it, I don't mind any of these that much.

1) I kind of dislike writing in present tense, mostly because I find it unnatural, but I will when the other person does. I'm the opposite of picky- and it isn't necessarily a good thing.

2) Fancy formatting. It's one thing to use small text, that I don't mind one bit. But when fonts and random highlighted words are involved I get very confused? I know I use italics for emphasis and for things that are meant to be internal monologue that isn't narrated, but rather delivered by the muse himself- maybe that's annoying or distracting to someone? I bet someone out there has looked at a reply of mine and wanted to delete the post in my stead at some point.

3) Heavily edited icons. Again, icons or not, it technically doesn't make much of a difference. I personally have taken a liking to keeping my Manjoume icon folder open on my second screen- plus I'm Italian. Come on. Half my communication skills are non verbal I'm lying I suck at communicating in general. The edited icons, yes- a frame and coloured filter make icons look personal and I appreciate the work put into them, but when I can barely make out the expression I have to wonder what the point is. Aesthetics, I suppose, which is fine, of course.

4) Tumblr themes. Some themes don't allow for reblogs when you open posts on the op's blog. WHY. It's sort of annoying to have to fish for the post in order to reply to it.

5) Endless threads. Very few do this, but I think you should consider that people who are not involved in a given thread will have to scroll through it on their dashes before you reblog a thread without cropping it. That's all. I didn't know how to do it initially, but I asked and I was lucky enough to get an answer from a very kind person.

6) ... Grammar. Typos are fine and dandy. Sometimes they happen and you can't notice them because some words exist and thus are not highlighted by the spellchecker (which is on everyone's chrome, by the way). An example is 'fir' and 'for'. I can assure you there is no red squiggle under 'fir'. It's a tree, apparently. I had no clue. But yes, I am not from an English speaking country, so don't take this as like... a British dude coming up to you and bullying you because your English is bad. No. A misplaced comma is ok, I don't care. It becomes a problem when the sentences are hard to understand. That's it. (Note- if I write something that you think is an incomprehensible mess, tell me and I'll try my best to fix it.)

... I'm done. I am not angry at anyone who does any of these, believe me. Pet peeve number seven is a request. DM me for literally anything. If I do something wrong, tell me. I write a lot of extra tags to convey how I feel about what has been written and maybe it's unnecessary, but I do it so you can always know that I'm actively invested in the interaction. If I don't add tags it's solely because there is nothing to add. But if it's annoying, tell me and I'll stop immediately. That is all.

What is on your wishlist?

... This.

How very unexpected, I know.

A bunch of other things, too: I have some Jojo prints in my cart on Etsy and I know I'll never get them (sad) and a bunch of videogames on Steam and the Nintendo e-shop (which I'll never buy or play- they look neat though). On Amazon I have the last few volumes of the DM manga and the GX series (Light and Darkness Dragon, my beloved). Also also any charm that has to do with Manjoume. I haven't found any I could buy, but I want 'em all. Literally break into my house if you find one. Ah! And the matching figures of Komaeda and Hinata from Danganronpa 2! (Big Danganronpa fan, bigger Komahina shipper- I've made a fucking animatic and I can't post it because the music is copyrighted ;) ) I also have a bunch of zines I'm waiting for- some I've bought and are about to be sent out and others have only posted interest checks. 2021 was the year in which I discovered that yes, I can commission people and buy zines and it doesn't need to a big event (except I'm not rich and need to be mindful with spending of course). ... I also really want the new Pokemon games. Like right now.

... If it turns out the question wasn't actually about like... material things, but rather what I want to do with my blog and muse in the future... Well, first of all pretend I said nothing. Second, I want to find an art style I can comfortably use to make more frequent illustrations for threads and asks. I was a big fan of ask blogs as a kid (I saw them through crust screenshots and reposts only, I didn't have a tumblr lol) and I always wanted to be that cool artist that makes cool art for a given cool character. Manjoume is the coolest of characters to me, so yeah.

[dragonheart-swtor]

Companion Interview

I was tagged by @sleepswithvillains​, thanks so much!! this looks like a fun one :O No pressure tags: @sith-shenanigans​, @swtorcompanionsgoofin​, @sunsetofdoom​, and an open tag for anyone who wants to!

Pick three companions who know your OC/muse well. Answer the questions from at least one of their companions’ points of view. Replace anywhere it says ‘Reykal’ with your OC’s name (and appropriate pronouns). Name the three companions who will be answering here:

1. Mako 2. Torian 3. Blizz

Are they ready to be candid with their responses? Don’t worry, this is totally private. Reykal will never read it.

1. First Impressions. What was the first impression you had of Reykal?

Mako: After “Oh, wow, she’s tall”? It kind of surprised me how friendly she was - I mean, she kills people for a living, you kind of expect a certain kind of personality from that, right? But right off the bat she was just... nice.

Torian: Technically it wasn’t the first time we met, but I’ll never forget the first time we really talked, on Taris. Never had someone manage to disarm me and flip me over their shoulder onto the floor in the same move before.

Mako: It was because she flirted with you first.

Torian: I - it was not!

Mako: Please. You were blushing as soon as you hit the floor. You practically had stars in your eyes as she held you at blasterpoint. (She snickers and kisses him on the cheek.) You Mandos are ridiculous like that.

2. Reykal walks into a bar. No, it’s not a joke - what does she order? If you give her a credit for the jukebox, what kind of music would she put on?

Torian: It varies. She’ll try just about anything once, even if it’s practically poison. Learned that the hard way.

(Mako groans at the memory.)

Mako: She was in sickbay for almost twelve hours after she tried one of Blizz’s concoctions. Never again.

Blizz: Blizz not know! Drinks are fine for Jawas!

Mako: I know, I know. Just maybe check with Poison Control first next time? As far as music goes, she likes cantina music and jizz well enough, but anything that gets too loud drives her crazy. Togruta hearing, and all that.

3. How does Reykal spend a day off from work?

Mako: Board or card games, sightseeing, shooting practice with Torian. She’s teaching me how to shoot, too.

Blizz: Boss the best at cards! Smacked Gault’s head once because he cheats. Fun to watch!

(Gault, in the background: Cards isn’t supposed to be a spectator sport, y’know.)

Mako: She’s always doing something, though; make her sit still too long and she starts getting antsy. I think the longest I’ve seen her sit down at a time was when we marathon TV shows together, and even then she has to get up and pace around the ship for a while every couple of hours.

4. What silly superstitions or funny traditions does she observe?

Torian: I don’t know that I’d call it silly, but she’s always barefoot around the ship - and planetside too, if she can be. I asked her about it once; apparently it’s a Togruta thing, something about staying connected to the earth. For her I think it just makes the ship feel like home.

Blizz: And the lucky credit! Hangs on the wall by the airlock door so boss can touch it on the way out. Blizz not understand what it does, has no moving parts.

Mako: (laughing) I don’t think it works like that. It’s just a good luck charm.

5. What does Reykal wear to bed? And just how do you know that?

Mako: Boxers and a really big T-shirt. Button-down, of course, since that’s the only kind she owns. Hard to pull a shirt on over those montrals. And everybody on the ship knows; she sleeps in the crew quarters with the rest of us. The captain’s quarters are pretty much just storage and meditation space for her.

Torian: I think she just doesn’t like sleeping alone. To be honest, I’m pretty sure she’d rather sleep in the same bed as someone else, given how she always ends up wrapped around me somehow when we’re camping out on a hunt. I almost stabbed her by accident the first time that happened.

Blizz: Huh. Blizz thought that was just because Blizz small and furry. Boss does to you too?

Mako: Yeah, she’s grabbed me in her sleep a couple times too while we were out on a job. I don’t mind, honestly; the warmth is kinda nice.

6. Your favorite memory of Reykal?

Mako: I think... I think after we figured out the truth about Coral and she tried to kill me. Reykal saved my life. And afterward, she didn’t push me to talk about it before I was ready, she just bought a pint of ice cream on the way home and sat on the couch with me while I cried. It wasn’t exactly the best day of my life, don’t get me wrong, but it was... nice, to feel like I still had a family after that.

Torian: We went hunting once, on Dantooine - not a bounty hunt, just a regular hunt. I finally worked up the courage to ask her advice about what I should do about Mako and my feelings for her. (He laughs.) She teased me relentlessly, of course. But she also gave me some good advice.

(Mako smiles and takes his hand to squeeze it.)

Blizz: Boss took Blizz to Nar Shaddaa once! Many pretty things. Blizz got many new things to add to collection!

Mako: And boss almost got three days of jail time.

Blizz: Blizz never lives mistakes down on this ship.

7. A time you very nearly almost kissed her?

Torian: We got mutually drunk in a cantina on... I forget where, honestly. Some sleazy Hutt world. Probably would have regretted that if Gault hadn’t interrupted by almost getting killed because he cheated a Wookiee at gambling.

(Mako raises an eyebrow.)

Mako: You never told me about that.

(Torian blushes.)

Torian: It was before we started dating. Like I said, we were drunk and celebrating, probably would have regretted it if it had gone anywhere. Which it didn’t. So.

Mako: Well, for my part, we’ve never really gotten close - which is weird, because she’s definitely my type, but it just never happened for some reason.

Torian: Oh, really? What’s your “type,” then?

Mako: (grinning) Tall, strong, handsome, and kicks ass with a blaster.

Blizz: Blizz takes a pass. Next question before Mako and Torian get sappier?

8. Vacation time! Where do you take Reykal for some R&R?

Torian: Hunting, probably. Real hunts, I mean, not bounty hunting.

Mako: You two are ridiculous. Pick Coruscant to see the sights, or some place with seedy cantinas and a good brawl to get into, or something different.

Torian: We’re simple people with simple tastes. What can I say?

9. Reykal’s sense of humor - is it dry, immature, sarcastic, self-deprecating, physical, witty, dark, or…?

Torian: Are we picking from the list?

Mako: Immature, sometimes, maybe. Only if you give her the opportunity, though. She can turn anything into a joke if she tries hard enough.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine visiting Diagon Alley for the first time all because you wanted to see Weasley Wizard Wheezes in person. Some of their products ended up overseas and you were amazed by the creativity. But where you go, your newly acquired 'guard dragon' goes. How could you know that your pet would gain so much attention? Especially from the product makers themselves and their visiting brother who just so happens to be a Dragonologist. (Part 1 of 4)

Charlie X Reader (Gen Fic)

After a long meeting with the Minister of Magic and the head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to ensure you have complete control over your pet, you and your trusty companion Drago are finally permitted to explore the magical side of England. Walking through the Ministry with Drago perched on your shoulder garners a little more attention than you're comfortable with, so before leaving the building you make sure to don your cloak and wait until the little beast crawls into the hood to hide.

Flooing from the Ministry to a place called the Leaky Cauldron is an average trip, but you have to take a moment to soothe Drago who's trilling from the safety of your hood.

"There, there," you coo as you reach over your shoulder. Drago's little head rubs up against your finger before playfully nipping you. "I forgot to warn you. I'm sorry."

He seems to chirp in response, accepting your apology and then you make your way to the bartender who, after you've shown him your wizardry passport and approval stamp from the Ministry, lets you in through an alley wall which opens up to Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is vastly different from any American magical shopping center you've been to, but it's a good different. Where America has opted to adapt to modern times, England seems a bit stuck in the traditional ways.

Having already exchanged your money with the MACUSA before port-keying out, you're allowed to browse the alley before making your way to Weasley Wizard Wheezes. WWW is an eyesore of a building, but it's fun. It's meant to draw attention and the animatronics of one of their creators helps even more.

You smile at the variety of products on display through the window and chuckle as you push your way inside. It's a bit chaotic with the excitement of all the patrons, as well as all the flying objects and the miniature exploding fireworks. It's more than a little crowded, but that just adds to the thrill of browsing.

Walking up to a box where at least the top foot of it is made of plexiglass, you smile down at the pink and purple little creatures that the box says are called Pygmy Puffs. What seem like tiny gerbils with a fur problem hop around, all of them trilling and thriving under the attention of the witches and wizards cooing over them.

"Those make great pets, love." The voice is right over your shoulder and you tense momentarily until the owner of said voice walks forward to stand by your side. "Noisy little buggers, but definitely worth it. Or so my sister says."

The red haired individual is wearing magenta robes and a name tag that that reads Fred. You grin at him before looking back at the puffs. "They're really cute, but I have my hands full at the moment. Can't really take on another pet."

"That's quite the accent? American?"

"Bingo." Giving Fred your attention once more, you say, "Some of your products made it into my brother's home, courtesy of his children who have pen pals over here, and I needed to see this place for myself. Made a vacation of it and everything."

"Really?" His eyes light up and his hand flies up to his heart in appreciation. "An entire trip across seas just to see what my twin and I made up? I like you."

"Ooh, so you're Weasley? Good job, man," you tell him while gesturing around his place. He beams in response. "Can you help me out then? I'm actually looking for a few things in particular."

"Anything for you, my lovely American." As he offers you his elbow, you hook your arm through his with a laugh. You feel Drago shift and his little claws pinch the back of your neck, and you know he's finally gotten curious enough to take in his surroundings. "Uh, love? Don't scream, but I think you have a stowaway in your hood."

Sheepishly chuckling, you release Fred and take a step back. "Oh. About that... are pets allowed in here? If not, I can go find a room somewhere and drop him off."

Fred's eyebrows raise. "You keep your pet in your hood?"

"Drago usually rides on my shoulder, but people at the Ministry were staring. I felt self-conscious so I told him to hop on in."

"Drago?" His brow furrows. "That sounds like something you'd name a-" He trails off, eyes widening over your shoulder. "Dragon," he gulps. "Merlin's beard, woman. You have a pet dragon?!"

"Yes? I-If he's not welcome, it's no problem. I can-"

"Wait! No, it's fine," Fred's quick to assure you. "Is he- can I-"

"Pet him?" You chuckle, your shoulders slumping in relief. "Yeah." Clicking you tongue then, you pull your hair to one side as Drago climbs up onto your shoulder. With his wings tucked back and head held up proudly, Drago trills a little tune.

"Hey, Freddie, have you seen- is that a bloody dragon?!"

Startled at the voice, Drago goes on the defense and hisses before blowing out a stream of smoke at the apparent twin of Fred who's gaping at your pet. You gasp and immediately lift your arm, you letting Drago climb towards your elbow. Then quickly scooping him up, you tuck him into the crook of your other elbow as if cradling a newborn baby. "There, there, Drago. I'm fine. No need to get mean."

By now there's a small crowd gathered around you, everyone whispering excitedly and pointing.

"He's perfectly legal," you say just loud enough for the eavesdroppers to hear. "I, uh, I have the papers to prove it. Things in America are different and your Minister signed off on me keeping him during my brief stay here."

"No, no. You're fine. Isn't she, Georgie?" Fred says. "Oi!" He then shouts at everyone crowding around. "Back to browsing or take your leave. There's nothing to see here!"

"You heard the less handsome twin," George shouts too. "Move it!"

Chuckling at their antics, you still feel a bit overwhelmed with the attention. Drago is starting to pick up on your anxiety and is becoming rather restless in your arms, so you direct him back under cover. "In the hood, Drago," you murmur near his head and let him nuzzle your nose. "Be a good boy and lay low. We'll be gone in a bit."

Chirping twice, Drago's claws dig into your cloak as he crawls his way up your chest and over your shoulder into the hood. But instead of completely being hidden from view, he rests his head on our shoulder and blinks his yellow eyes at the twins.

"Blimey," they sigh in unison, causing you to huff in amusement.

"Is he really your pet?" George asks.

"Yeah. Ever heard of guard dogs that no-majs keep? I think you call them muggles here?" They quickly nod. "Well witches and wizards in America have guard dragons," you tell them. "With a bit of no-maj science and our magic, they were able to genetically modify dragon eggs so the dragon inside wouldn't be as aggressive or wouldn't grow as large. When they hatch, they bond with the one who's intending to purchase them."

"What breed is he? And how large will he grow?" Fred asks in awe.

Smiling as you reach over your shoulder to run a finger over his head, you say, "Black Scale Red Tip. And he'll grow to be as large as a fully grown boar."

"Wicked," Fred then beams. "So listen, Georgie and I will help you with whatever it is you're looking for and as repayment, what say you drop by our flat for dinner?" At your widening eyes, he smirks but holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Nothing like that, love. Dinner between friends. I promise."

"Oh. Um, yeah. Okay."

"Great!" George claps his hands, eager to get started. "So what is it you're looking for exactly?"

"Well," you slowly grin as you reach into your pocket. "I actually have a list.

After purchasing a couple containers of bruise paste, several boxes of Weasley Wildfire Whiz-bangs, Patented Daydream Charms and Canary Creams, you make your way back to the Leaky where the barman Tom apparently also rented out rooms.

Just before seven you head back to WWW where they're cashing out the last remaining customers and closing up shop. The flat they live in is above the shop and with Drago tucked safely in your hood once more, you wait patiently by the stairs for them to finish up.

Then hanging out with the Weasley twins, while Drago happily pounces on the coffee table between the three of you, is as if you're hanging out with friends you've known for years. George fetches take-out from someplace they swear has the best food, and you feed Drago dragonette treats and little pieces of raw meat you had prepared since before you had left home.

After all the human food is consumed, the attention is once again all on Drago.

"Ignis." Drago rears his little head back before blowing a small stream of fire at his piece of meat and the twins sigh in awe. "The older he gets, the stronger our bond gets. He will also protect those he becomes familiar with."

"Shame you don't live 'round here," George muses. "I wouldn't mind this little menace flying around the shop."

Smiling, you watch as Fred reaches out to rub a finger up and down the side of Drago's neck. He trills happily and you snort, knowing full well that you're upcoming week in England is going to result in the little dragon being spoiled rotten.

Their floo suddenly activates, the green flames flaring brighter as yet another redhead is spilled from it's false warmth. "Boys, please tell me you got leftovers. Mum's driving me mental."

As the redhead pats off any soot, Drago chirps his confusion. The redhead freezes and glances up, his eyes widening upon sighting the dragon sitting on the coffee table.

"Bloody hell. What's going on here?!"

"Now, now, Charlie," Fred grins. "Y/N and her guard dragon Drago are our guests here. Watch the language, prat."

The stocky redhead with a few burns and scars littering his arms blinks owlishly. "I'm sorry, but did you say guard dragon?"

"Yep." George smirks. "Apparently the Americans are more barmy than we thought."

"Excuse me," you chuckle, taking mock offense. "Did you just call us crazy? I'd have gone with brilliant, thank you very much."

"Barmy is correct," the newcomer says. "This is a bloody dragon, not a house pet!"

"Relax, Charlie," Fred then says, trying to calm the situation down. "There's a bunch of muggle science and magic involved to prevent the dragon from being like their larger counterparts. Drago, here, will only grow to be the size of a boar."

That seems to knock some of the anger and fear from Charlie's sails, he sighing and moving further into the room. "So he's harmless then?"

"Eh," you shrug. "Right now, yes. But when he reaches his full maturity, he'll be a dragon to be reckoned with. I pity the idiot who tries to mess with me or invade my home when Drago is there."

"And owning him is actually legal?"

"One hundred percent." Charlie takes a seat on the floor and it looks as if he's itching to reach out and touch. "But to be fair, I'm making it sound like it's so easy to go out and purchase a dragon. It's really not. You can petition to purchase a dragon, but then there's a background check the government puts you through. And, if after hatching, the two of you don't bond then you can't take the dragon home. It'll go to someone else who can form a bond with him or her."

"Enough talking, you git. There's a bloody dragon in the middle of our flat," Fred sighs. "Play now, ask questions later."

George tosses another piece of meat onto the table. Drago hops up to it, his tiny talons clicking against the table as he impatiently waits for the command. "Ignis." George grins as the meat goes up in flames before the little creature gobbles it down.

"Are you familiar with dragons?" You ask Charlie since he can't take his eyes off yours.

He numbly nods before answering. "I work on the Dragon Reserve in Romania."

"Oh! So you're used to this then."

"Not really. Mother dragons are very protective. We can't take the chance to manhandle the dragonettes and getting our scent on them. We don't want the mum to sniff us out when we eventually have to get close to her again."

"That blows," you frown. "Place your hand, palm up, on the table and click your tongue."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Charlie hesitantly does as he's told, he then clicking his tongue twice. Drago hops up to his hand, sniffing him curiously before tilting his head to the side as if sizing him up. Then sensing no ill will, he hops onto Charlie's hand and crawls up his arm until he's perched on the red head's shoulder with his tail wrapped behind his neck. "Uhhh.."

You laugh at his expression, torn between being wary and being in awe that he has a dragon on his shoulder. "It's his favorite place to be."

Charlie practically melts when Drago trills happily before rubbing his head against against the scruff on Charlie's cheek. "Marry me," he rumbles.

Fred and George erupt with laughter, and you roll your eyes. "I don't know about the women here, but my panties don't drop for a hot redhead snuggling my dragon, Mr. Weasley."

"Did you hear that, Georgie," Fred muses. "Our new friend thinks Charlie's hot."

"She's clearly mental," George huffs. "Everyone knows we're the most handsome Weasley's."

"And everyone knows you're also gits," Charlie says. "Bugger off."

"Oi! It's our flat and our friend," George grumbles. "You bugger off."

Rolling your eyes, you give a short shrill whistle. Drago perks up before taking flight, his miniature wings holding him up the short distance to your shoulders. "That's enough, boys. Fred, George, thank you for the company and dinner, but I really should be getting back to my room at the Leaky."

"Will we see you tomorrow?" Fred asks, he and his brothers immediately standing up as you do.

"I don't see why not," you answer honestly. "I've got a week's stay before I port-key out. I mainly came to see your shop, but if either of you are free and want to show me around.. I'll happily meet up with you."

"It's a date, love." Charlie smirks lazily and offers you his elbow. "Now come on. I'll walk you back to the Leaky. I reckon little Drago doesn't like apparition or the floo."

Fred and George watch as their brother and Y/N make their exit, the twins beaming all the while.

"What are the chances mum will give us all the credit for finally introducing Charlie to a decent bird?" Fred wonders.

"Chances are good.. unless Charlie runs off to America and confesses his undying love to the American and tries to buy his own dragon. Then she'll blame us and hex our bollocks off."

Fred looks to George and George looks to Fred. Slowly, but surely, their amusement vanishes.

"Merlin's balls, we're dead."

"So dead."

[thememoriesofaqueen]

The Things We Do - Part 4

Masterlist (x)

A/N: Thanks to all of your messages, because of them I had a really high muse         to write ♥  I enjoy going through your feedback, it really helps me to decide         of including or excluding things.                English is not my first language      → I do not own anything of the TVD - Universe and I’m not affiliated or                   associated with the writers etc. this is only a headcanon.

Summary: Coming face to face after their seperation, Katherine has a lot to say to Elijah.

Pairing: Kalijah ( Katherine / Elijah )

Setting: post TVD 4x23, no cured Katherine.

TW: none

Word Count: 3.120

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„What exactly did Elena say to you?“ 

she repeated his words in her mind. Once, twice, even a third time. Yes, what did sweet, lovely Elena say? Should she tell him how she made fun of her? How she had to bring her down to the gutter?

“It doesn’t matter, does it?”

she said, her voice almost emotionless.

She didn’t know what game he was playing. He clearly didn’t come all the way from what she assumed was New Orleans, to talk about Elena. No, he had a plan, a motivation. If he wanted to talk, he could have called her, not that she intended to pick up, but he could have tried it.

Instead he comes here out of the blue and started to ask questions. He was playing her and she was tired of it.

“You came to me for a reason. You’re not someone who just does spontaneous things, you had this whole thing planned. So what is it? Are you into torture now? Do you want me to beg for it? Should I get on my knees to beg for mercy and a quick ending?”

she spat the words out, but with a steady voice.

He didn’t made any move yet, nevertheless his ultimate proximity made her nervous, her heart still beat too fast.

She was convinced he came to end her, because he hated lose ends as much as she did. Why would he want her to be alive anyway? He probably thought of her as a danger, as someone who knew too much about his family. She knew what happens when he is betrayed and she knew that he thinks she has lied to him, that she has used him. He had all the reasons to do it but didn’t made a move.

Did he enjoy this? Did he enjoyed seeing her like this? He knows she is afraid, even though she tried to hide it. She’s sure there are things which cannot be hidden. Especially with a heartbeat as loud as hers at the moment.

“I did not come to end you!”

his voice louder than the last time, stressing every word, admitting of no contradiction.

“Then why did you come? You didn’t bother about me before”

perhaps she grew more confident now that he said he didn’t meant to kill her. Even though she didn’t trust his words. No, he can’t be trusted anymore.

He seems to consider is words, as he didn’t answered her directly. Wonderful. He was searching for nice words.

“Rebekah - ”

he sighed, taking a few steps back. He looked conflicted as to what to say to her, so she just rose an eyebrow and waited for him to go on.

“She mentioned your attack on Elena and the disappearance of the cure. I wanted to make sure you’re not going to cause any ... irritations”

So that was it. He thought she could be a problem to the all mighty Mikaelson family. He thought she had stolen the cure and planed on making a move against them. Not that they wouldn’t deserve it, but she knows she wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t have the cure.”

she made a pause, after almost hissing those words at him.

“Seriously, how dumb do you think I am? Do you really think I would be so stupid to come after Klaus to shove the cure down his throat? Do you think I have a death wish? He’d gladly rip me apart before I have the slightest chance of touching him!”

her eyes were now glaring at him. But her rant wasn’t over. The fear she felt before has turned into furor. She was still afraid of dying, but if he really plan on killing her, she wouldn’t stand a chance against him, so she can use the little time she had as well.

“So what would you have done if I had the cure, hm? I know what you do to the people who dare to attack your precious family. You would kill me, have me killed or you’d have me wrapped up as a nice gift for Klaus. So don’t dare to ask me why I believe you would do such things to me. I am nothing to you!”

she snarled, knowing it was true. He didn’t care about her.

Apparently Elijah didn’t expect such an outburst, he was trying to search for words.

“ I have not- I hoped the assumption wouldn’t be proven as true! I wouldn’t have wanted to kill- “

“Oh stop it, Elijah. Stop lying.”

she almost shouted now

“You have no reason to not do it. I don’t know what game you are playing, why you’re so keen of letting me wait for my death, but at least stop lying”

her voice was still angry, but more quietly now. The calmer and firmer she remained, the cutting were her words.

“Do not accuse me of lying, Katherine! I’m not going to end you. Stop accusing me of things I don’t wish to do!”

he sounded angered, perhaps even threatening, not only because he called her ‘Katherine’, but she didn’t care. Why should she? It didn’t matter anymore. Her fate was sealed if he really decided to hurt her.

“And why should I believe you, why should I trust you?”

she shot him a blank stare, her face completly emotionless.

“Because I cared for you. How do you expect me to kill someone I cared for?”

he tried to explain himself, but she just waved his words aside.

“You cared for me?”

a tired laugh escaped her lips.

“You cared for me? When? Half a millennium ago? You cared for my human self, not ever for me as I’m now.”

“Do you think I lied to you? I cared for you! I fell in love with you! But regardless of my intentions towards you, you fooled me. How can I trust you when I always have to ask myself if you tell me the truth?”

he pointed at her, his voice still calm but he couldn’t trick her. She knew he was angered.

It’s funny how he still thinks she fooled him. After everything that she has done for him. She snorted, eying him pugnaciously.

“I have never fooled you. I trusted you. You call yourself so honorable, a man of his word. But did you keep your word? No!”

he wanted to say something, but she cut him off.

“You promised me to speak to Klaus, to give him the cure as my compensation for my freedom. You promised me! We had a deal. I get the cure and you get me my freedom. I did my part. I haven’t tried to work around you. It wasn’t me who betrayed the other one - it was you. Because even when I gave you the cure without asking anything in return, even then, you did nothing but mistrust me. You didn’t even had the decency to work things out, you didn’t even considered staying with me.”

her voice dripped with disapproval. A storm has been awakened within her, all the rage and furor she felt, all the grief and betrayal. A storm which was too strong to fight it.

He did this to her. All her actions, everything she has done in the past weeks was not only because of Elena, but also because of him, because of Elijah Mikaelson. Because he chose to believe an emotionless vampire who would love nothing more than to destroy the little happiness she had.

It was his fault. He left her, leaving her without anything so that the others could mock her for being abandoned. He denied her her freedom as well as Klaus did. It should be her who’s feeling used. It was her who invested into their relationship, who got over herself and let her guards down.

She tried so hard to make their relationship work, she fought with her own demons. Just to discover she wasn’t worth it? That she doesn’t deserve happiness no matter how hard she tried?

“Do you know what it felt like? I was so close of being happy, so close of having a normal life.”

she spat her words out through gritted teeth and glared at him. All the rage she felt was going to turn on him now, her eyes claring at him like she wanted to kill him.

“I did everything in my power to make our relationship work. Usually I don’t trust anyone but me and I don’t let love come in the way. Nevertheless I did it for you. I gave up my key to freedom for you, for us. Looks like it meant nothing to you!”

Just because he choose to believe Elena, just because he choose to break their deal, she had to go on the run again. It was because of him that she made a deal with Bonnie to gain another form of freedom. True immortality. And what happened? She got stabbed and got almost half of her face burned by Elena. In the end Bonnie lied to her as everyone else, denying her the promised immortality.

“But you, self-righteous as you are, still believed I was just using you. I have never used you for the purpose of survival. I have loved you, I have trusted you!”

her words were cutting and loud, letting out all the rage she held.

She wanted to throw something at him, she wanted to scream at him! But she wouldn't let her emotion get so far as to completely losing control. She was far too proud for losing control over a person, not a man, a person, who doesn’t even deserve one more moment with her.

“Have you realized how absurd your accusation are? It would have been foolish to play an Original, it would have been dumb! You already chased me and tried to get me killed once, do you honestly think I would risk to anger you? To repeat history? As I said before, i don’t have a death wish! There was no need for me of betraying you! We had a deal and that’s it, everything which came after, all the feelings I held for you were real and had nothing to to with the deal.”

Did he ever even realized what he has done? How he could even think about her this way? He should have known better.

“But what can I expect? You wanted to know what Elena said to me?”

she asked, her voice now calmer than ever. The storm inside her slowly faded away.

“»What good would you be to anyone? You're the definition of damaged goods. No wonder Elijah left you.« And do you know what? She’s probably right. You chased after a person who doesn’t exist anymore. You were in love with Katerina, the person I was hundreds of years ago. She was the one you are in love with, but you never loved me. The person I’m today is nothing but a heartless monster, a broken toy no one wants. I'm good for being messed around with but for nothing more. Why should someone want to love a monster? Someone who became a killer in order to survive? Why should anyone want to let me have happiness? Why should anyone care about me?”

her eyes filled with tears, she wasn't even trying to hold them back.

“I’ve trusted you, Elijah. I thought I could have a life with you. I felt safe with you. I was weary of running, I wanted to rest, to be happy. But what did you do? You threw me away like garbage. You betrayed me. How should I ever trust you again? You didn’t give me a chance. You’ve judged me before I even had the opportunity to explain myself!”

She saw his expression changing during her talk. At first he was angry, but the more she said, the more he frowned. It almost looked like he realized something.

“I didn’t think of you as a broken toy. I don’t think you’re damaged goods. I - I never intended to hurt you, Katerina. I shouldn’t have-  You’re not- I beg your pardon”

his voice was soft and filled with regret when he rung for words. He slowly approached her, raising his hand as if he wanted to touch her cheeks. But he stopped, withdrawing his hand.

She swallowed, not bearing his proximity. Moments ago she was afraid of him, she feared he came to end her but now she only felt loneliness.

She wiped her tears away and turned around. Walking away from him, towards a large window where she looked outside, watching the grey sky for a view minutes. The room was silent.

“It doesn’t matter, Elijah. You’ve made your choice. You didn’t choose me and you probably never will. It was an illusion to think you’d love me. It’s an illusion to think anyone ever could”

her words were a whisper and only now did she turn around, sadness in her eyes.

“Is that truely what you think of yourself? That you can not be loved?”

he asked, swallowing. He looked pained. He didn’t look like a predator anymore. No, she wasn’t afraid of him right now.

“You’re an adorable, an amazing woman, Katerina, and no one’s going to change that.”

“I don’t care about ‘no one’, I cared about what you were thinking of me! But you, inerrant as you are, chose Elena. You chose to believe the person who despises me, who’d love to see me going down. Tell me why. Tell me what she said to you to turn you against me. If you really have loved me, if you really cared for me, why was it so easy to turn against me? To believe Elena? Why shouldn’t I think I don’t deserve love or any happiness. Convince me to change my mind!”

she almost demanded it. She’s been wondering for weeks what she has said to him, what her doppelganger had done. She wanted to know, not that she’s needing one more cause to rip her ugly heart out.

Watching him carefully now, she narrowed her eyes. Oh yes, she wanted to satisfy her curiosity. What can she tell him to make him doubt her? Elijah seemed to consider his words, breaking eye contact with her for a moment.

“You killed Jeremy Gilbert”

he said with a neutral tone in his voice.

“There was no need of killing him. You should know what it is like to lose family. But you didn’t care, you just didn’t care.”

She snorted contemptuously.

“You weren’t there, Elijah. How can you judge if you don’t know the situation? My mission was to get the cure. A hunter of the five was after it, your sister was after it, not to mention the Mystic Falls clique. I’ve been on the island for days to figure out where Silas was and how to get the cure. It was cold and wet and I had to sleep in a cave. I had no patience anymore, I wanted to go home! Besides that, Jeremy would have been dead anyway, if it weren’t for me the hunter would have killed him. Using Jeremy was collateral damage as there was no way of getting the cure before I get myself killed.”

if she could have prevented it, she would have done it. It would have been better to operate unnoticed. Without letting anyone know that it was her who had the cure.

“You still lied to me about it”

“Did I? You only asked about if our mission was successful and I answered truthfully. How can I lie to you when you’re not asking?”

she crossed her arms in front of her chest, not believing he dumped her solely for Elena and Jeremy.

“That was everything she said to you? That was everything which was needed to turn you against me? Was my trust and love so worthless?”

she asked, not believing it. How can he choose them over her? The sadness was gone now, changing into anger. Her mood was very twisted today, it was energy-sapping.

Elijah looked like he wasn’t telling everything, there had to be more behind it. She waited but nothing came. Anger and hurt filled her because he still couldn’t manage to be honest with her.

“That’s it? That’s everything which is needed to lose your trust? How dare you to defend them! Not only what they did to me, but what they did to you too! Did it every occur to you, that she might enjoy spreading lies, trying to distract you from what she has done?”

“I don’t understand? I had no reason to doubt Elena.”

she mentally rolled her eyes at his statement. How was he able to just ignore the things Elena did? Why was he always defending her, praising her? She was exhausted, tired, but she had to tell him. She wanted him to know the truth. She had to bite back a devilish smirk about what she’s going to tell him.

“Of course you don’t. Yeah, why should you ever doubt Elena and Jeremy? What do you think is needed in order to complete the hunter’s mark? A hunter has to prove himself as a true hunter. And how could a hunter do that? By killing vampires. But now you would want to ask how many vampires are needed to complete the mark. Hm, what about a lot? It’s nearly impossible to find that much vampires in such a short span of time. So the only solution to complete the mark within a short time is to go to a place with many vampires .... or to kill an Original.”

she waited to let her words think in. She wanted to hurt him, to know what betrayal feels like. He thought he could trust sweet Elena, but oh how wrong he was. She wanted him to know what kind of monster Elena was, she wanted to let him know that he chose wrong. She wanted him to suffer, to realize what mistake he made.

“How do you think Kol has died? It weren’t the Salvatores who did this to him. It was Elena and company who tricked and trapped him, who staked him. They’ve killed your brother without batting an eye. They didn’t care about how many vampires have to die if they kill him. They didn’t care about his, your, family, they didn’t care that he’ll be probably missed.”

She noticed his reaction, the way his eyes widend. He didn’t know. Sucks being lied to, after all it was Elena who wasn’t being honest with him.

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A/N: That’s a wrap on chapter 4. If you liked it, leave a ♥ or a message please. What did you think of it? Do you think Katherine’s revelation regarding Kol will change Elijah’s point of view? Do you think he’ll fight for her and realize his mistake? If he does so, would he eventually succeed?

I’m also wondering if you would like to read everything or a few parts through Elijah’s perspective? What would like to know?

I’m probably not able to write chapter 5 until July, so please be patient. I’ll probably still stick around to read your feedback and answer to your thoughts.

I’m also thinking about writing more Kalijah, not only this story. It’s depending on how much time and muse I have.

[dachi-chan25]

GoT S8, Episode 1: The Pointy End Recap Part 2.

-Once they are alone Tyrion muses about her title and she about his while throwing some shade at d, Tyrion says the last time they saw each other was at Joffrey's wedding, Sansa gives a half ass sorry for leaving like that and Tyrion is still salty about it (like fuck off) Sansa is like we both survived so... Tyrion makes a remark about how everyone that underestimated Sansa is now dead and she looks proud (damn right that is my girl) which in this case sounds ominious af for D. Then Tyrion proceeds to show how far he is into the lizard cult, by trying to sell Sansa Stark of all people that bs of Cersei sending the armies, and Sansa in not so many words calls him and idiot (my girl is not holding back her punches and I am here for it) and Bran is just staring at them probably enjoying the drama as much as I.

-Jon is on the godswood in front of the heart tree (you know what? ?? If aegony was real at all she would be there with him, he would like to show her the place where he grew up. he would be like i am really sorry about my people not wanting you here but you'll see they'll warm up to you once they see what a good queen you are or something along those lines, maybe even a kiss in front of a heart tree, a sacred place where you can't lie) but no Jon looks worried and fucking miserable

-Arya sneaks up on him, they banter playfully and can you believe??? He straight up casually mentions he died (👀👀) they hug and it's very heartfelt and brotherly (honestly no stark reunion has been filmed like the Jonsa one, ofc one can argue they were the very first reunion, but duuude the music, the snow falling softly around them, how they get a close up on both Jon and Sansa's face, the nuzzle, and how bloody long is that hug, as well as the fact that neither of them has had a follow up like just drinking having a good time together) they talk about Needle and Longclaw (like if you don't get how different are the Jon - Arya interactions played against the jonsa ones then idk what to tell you) Jon says something that really bothered me at first but then I really thought about it and I came up with why:

1) He is an asshole so far up D's ass he forgets Sansa is the one who really gave him a reason to fight for the living again, and that she literally saved him in the BotB, and that she made him a fur and called him a Stark, or that she has been doing an excellent job preparing for the war against the AotD , but this can't be, I would believe it if this was a season 4 or 5 or even a season 1 and I knew nothing about who Jon is and what he wants, and after seven seasons I know Jon enough to say he would never think this.

2) He is hurt about Sansa still not trusting him to protect her and their home,and is salty cause she really thinks he didn't listen to her when he did. I mean doesn't it remind you of that argument they had about Sansa undermining him, he was desperate to know that Sansa trusted his desicions (super unfair to sansa still cause she doesn't know anything about Jon's plans) he says sansa believes she is smarter than everyone, when he knows she is not seeing he listened to her and is appeasing D so they have a chance against the NK. And i believe this one because it doesn't destroy Jon's character.

Now he says this to Arya and not in the Great Hall (that would have been super shitty of him and would go along with number 1 case) because he and Arya used to poke fun at Sansa's expense when they were kids and he thinks Arya would agree with him and trust him, but she is totally on Sansa's side and defends her (yasss this is what we deserved after last season's shit show) that Jon wasn't expecting it (dude he was joking he doesn't say it with hate or anything like that) much less was he expecting Arya to say Sansa is just trying to protect the family (as if he wasn't) and we see number 2 is real when in a very vulnerable voice he says 'i am her family too' , like he really wanted Sansa's support and trust in the Great Hall and he thinks she is so angry and trusts him so little that she doesn't even consider him family anymore (i'll be crying in the corner excuse me) even more so when Arya makes that remark of not forgetting about that (like seriously we have seen this boy for 7 seasons like how could he ever forget about his family???) And duuude I can't even begin to imagine how sad and alone Jon felt. They hug again and Jon closes his eyes (important detail)

-We cut the scene to Cersei looking like the evil queen she is, smiling while Euron's fleet arrives with the Golden Company when Qyburn informs her that the Wall is no more, and she looks so pleased (dude also in the Recap at the beginning of the episode the really drove home that d was fire and the nk was ice, and i mean GoT starts with Robert's Frost poem about how ice and fire are destructive forces of nature) .

-We get a glimpse of the Golden Company, and then we get a scene with Euron and Yara, Euron is being an annoying piece of shit.

-now we are in the throne room, Cersei welcomes the captain of the Golden Company (his name is Harry but I can't remember how to write his last name) but she is disappointed about not having elephants. Euron is disgusting again, Cersei is savage with him but he starts complaining and is so insistent that Cersei finally gives in and fucks him.

-Bronn is having sex with some prostitutes, the only intresting thing about this scene is the girls talking about the Loot Attack and the horrible deaths of the guys who fought there (apparently Ed Sheeran's character face got burnt off and if that is not an attempt to show D as a villian then idk what that is) Qyburn arrives and says Cersei is summoning him, she is willing to pay and give him a castle if he goes north and kills both Jaime and Tyrion (also I feel Sansa's kidnap plot is gonna happen).

-We get a post-sex scene of Cersei and Euron, and Euron is fishing for compliments but instead annoys Cersei.

-While Euron is trying to measure his dickin' abilities to Bobby B's and Jamie's my boy Theon rescues Yara, who decks him in the face for not fighting for her, but still they escape (I have so many doubts about this, like Theon went to Braavos and back or he just waited, and how did he know he was coming back to KL after he supposedly betrayed Cersei,and if he knew it was a ploy why didn't he warned D or Jon through a raven) Yara wants to take the Iron Islands (I don't believe she gives a fuck about D she just wanted to take back her home) but she knows Theon wants to fight for the Starks so she tells him to go, and it's a good scene.

-More refugees arrive at WF, and we get a sense of the camp and how big is this army, we get a glimpse of Alys Karstark (she is wearing something similar in cut and color to Sansa, and i do believe people are gonna think Sansa is dead at some point) then we get Davos,Varys and Tyrion talking while they watch Jon and D at a distance. Davos tells them the northerns are not gonna like D, Tyrion is worried, but then Dadvos proposes a marriage between Jon and D (duuude I said he was going for this since last season but he only says it until now, this ship is doomed) and this would be a pretty good idea if the people didn't hated her and feared her already but Davos is not a good politician cuz he wasn't raised for it, he is loyal and all you want but he doesn't know the north. Varys is like nothing lasts and I don't blame him cuz he has been unimpresed by D since Mereen, and now he gets to see Sansa's savvy politics and A+ administration while he probably thinks Jon is just another dumb asshole thinking with his dick.

-D and Jon are walking around, and who is brought up in this conversation?? SANSA fucking STARK! !! Even when no northern lord liked her D is just whining about Sansa not liking her (they really trying to sell this triangle when I know, I see I hear with everything Jon does that Jon has no romantic feelings for d at all) and Jon's deadass answer is "well she didn't liked me either when we were kids" (i call bs cuz whe sansa tried to apologize for this he said there was nothing to forgive so this is not serious) he was trying to joke to light the mood, direct the conversation to how alike he and d are instead of a "I'll talk to her don't worry bae" duuude D is really dumb, but she is annoying again implying that if Sansa doesn't respect her she'll do something about it, we don't get to know what but you can see when d is not looking at him that Jon is not happy about what she just said (but also I don't think jon gets that it was a threat cuz he hasn't seen d's uglier sides and I believe he think he has, and he thinks he can manipulate her not to do anything rash).

Some dothraki riders inform D that the Dragon's are barely eating :0:0:0 oh noes!!! If only someone hadn't burned food during the Loot Attack (idgaf about the lizards at all )

Jon and D go to check on the dragons, and D prompts Jon to ride Rhaegal (Jon while not as afraid as before is still weary of dragons) Jon doesn't seem to want to and says what will happen of Rhaegal doesn't want him to and d basically jokes about Jon dying which is not cute or flirty cuz Jon looks scared af. We get further proof D is flying by the seat of her pants and doesn't know shit about how to control her dragons yet she probably thinks Rhaegal likes Jon because they are meant for each other or some other self important bs.

And Jon is not thrilled dude he almost falls off (you ruined horses for me is bs) and we get Varys, Davos and Tyrion see him on the Dragon. Tyrion looks worried.

Jon somehow takes the lead and takes D to some waterfalls, and she is like we could stay here forevaaaaa and he is like we would be too old (the romantic interactions are still at 0 the chemistry is again flat, Jon's responses are awkward and not romantic) he practically tells her she doesn't belong in the north and she asks him to warm her, they kiss (bland passionless) Jon opens his eyes to stare at the dragons, d is like don't be silly darling, he kisses her again and then fucking turns her around so he can stare at her dragons while kissing her. Peak romance amirite ?? Lmaoooo Pol!Jon is real sorry not sorry he had to stare at the dragons while kissing her making the dragons and not the kiss the focus of the scene. I do believe this was just to appease her and keep her happy and commited to the cause after everyone treated her like she deserved.

Gendry is working at the forge, and Arya enters, the Hound is being a cunt, and tells Arya she is a cold bitch for letting him to die and Arya couldn't give less of a fuck. She and Gendry flirt hard like pls make this canon, and pls don't let d burn my boy.

K Imma need a part 3 cuz the Jonsa scene!!!!

[isitovers]

1)Hi Fiona, sorry this chapter review has taken so long (over a week, I think)! It took me longer to read the chapter because of actual life things and it’s taken me longer to write the actual review because of life things. But I’m here now which means I can give it to you on your Birthday (Happy Birthday!!!!). So this chapter started out with a nice little scene between Harry, Karlie, and Taylor. I think it does a really good job of emphasizing what you were trying to do with Karlie’s character

2) Here she’s clearly trying to nudge Harry in the direction of realizing that Taylor is writing about him (sort of) while trying to get Taylor to admit that she is basing her romantic characters off of Harry. It’s also the first big mention of Taylor’s book that becomes bigger in later chapters. And Karlie gets to witness Haylor being super cute and domestic!! Then we get to go into the lovely moments of the July 4th weekend (as an Australian this holiday is literally meaningless to me

3) but I love it for Taylor). I love that we get the little summaries (not the best description but I can’t think of a better word currently lol) of what he did with Jared and the other guys from work at the start of the weekend where he apparently got a new tattoo??? At least he likes it lol. I really love how you had him kind of embrace the irony of a brit being there on American independence day and like of course everyone would make fun of him for it.

4) But at the same time you didn’t overdo it. But mainly (and I know I say this like every chapter lol) the 4th of July party really showed that Harry is now a central part of their little group. He has his own dynamic going on with all the different members. Like obviously he’s still closest with Taylor but there’s no denying that he’s actually friends with everyone (maybe not Sam but all well).

5) And as you also kind of touched on how it’s a central part of why he’s starting to feel a lot more at home in NYC even if he doesn’t actually think of it as home. Also I love the moment when Taylor’s painting little things on Harry and she just straight up starts sitting on Harry’s lap!! I can only imagine that was kind of uncomfortable for everyone else there. And Harry’s just like ‘yeah, if i was her boyfriend I’d probably be uncomfortable with this too but I’m not her boyfriend...

6) So fuck you, sam!!’ Jhvgv I love it so much. The next scene with the fire alarm going off in the middle of the night is weirdly one of my favourite scenes. Nothing all that important story wise happens but it’s just so simple it’s beautiful. The image of Taylor shoving Olivia into Harry’s arms in the middle of the night as they do the fire drill is so domestic and sweet. Also I love how you managed to sprinkle in some sexual stuff in this totally non-sexual moment.

7) Harry complimenting her glasses, Taylor commenting on his pubes, Taylor not wearing a bra and purposely showing Harry her Victoria’s secret shorts. And I love that Harry desperately wanted to tell her what he thought of the shorts, Taylor desperately wanted to know what he thought of her shorts, and I’m still just desperately waiting for them to start making out. Seriously though, I love those little moments because it just shows how much Taylor’s feeling this attraction too.

8) And we really get to go into some of Tay’s insecurities as well (eg. the glasses) which shows us some even bigger issues in her relationship with Sam. Like Sam’s never outright said that he doesn’t like her in glasses but she also clearly doesn’t feel comfortable enough around him to be her true self. Which is a serious problem in a long term relationship. Then in the last scene we have Harry coming back for a sweaty run when taylor wants to hang out.

9) And of course, because Harry can’t help himself, he pops a boner in the shower but manages to stop himself from jerking off because she’s literally in the next room. Love that self control, Harry! But then we just get a nice low key dinner between the two of them where we learn that of course Harry doesn’t get uncomfortable with the mention of periods because he grew up around women. And of course, then they watch my best friend’s wedding (which is the movie you were referring to I think??)

10) which is nice but it also leads to something important. For the first time (i think) he fully admits to himself that in his ideal future he’s in a serious relationship with Taylor where they get married. I feel like before he’s kind of admitted that yeah he’s attracted to her, or that he has a crush on her, or that he’d kind of like their relationship to be different, but here I think is when he first says to himself yes, that is what I want.

11) Anyways, by the time I actually send this to you it won’t be your birthday anymore (boo!) but I hope you had an amazing day! Also, I just wanna say, that I’m writing these reviews not only because I love Home and I wanna talk about it but because I hope it might help with your muse to keep writing! Because I love your haylor writing so much! Whether it’s a full length fic or a smutty one shot, it’s always amazing and I hope that you can write more!

12) Anyways, I loved this chapter and I can’t wait to do the next (it’s a big one I think). Also just wanted to say that writing these reviews out on my laptop is so weird because it means I have to log out of my account to send you the full thing. This has nothing to do with anything but it's just weird because I usually just send messages on my phone lol

oh gosh no need to apologise for that!! I completely understand and I hope you're doing okay! thank you as well, I actually had a really nice birthday which I wasn't expecting!

okay I know I say this like every time but I should really reread home because clearly I've forgotten everything that happens sjfjdjdj anyways!!

the fourth of july party was a bit weird for me actually, not just because of the obvious of not being an american but that it was one of those scenes I'd been looking forward to writing, I had all these plans for it so theoretically it should've been easy to write, but when I actually got up to it I got stuck. for ages. but eventually I pushed through it and playing around with taylor doing things she shouldn't was a lot of fun. her sitting on his lap? completely unnecessary. I regret nothing (and neither does she!). harry being invited emphasised his place within the group but at the same time it's never going to be the same as back home.

now that you mention it I think the fire alarm scene is one that I did go back and read at some point just for fun because I really liked it too. I just went back and read it now out of curiosity (the amount of reads on home though I'm crying!!!!) and I still enjoy it, their dynamic in this fic is definitely one of my favourites I've worked on. the glasses thing was only a small thing I wanted to slide in as something to show that her and sam's relationship wasn't perfect. they loved each other, but they weren't completely compatible and again I thought it would be good to have some build up for later.

the next bit I think was a combination of two ideas I had, since I came up with a lot of different plots for them and having the shower thing and the period thing together just made it easier for me to include stuff I wanted. there generally is a point to everything that's included, even if it's as simple as I think it's fun, and the latter part of that scene showed how much he cared. and why was she surprised? has no guy been that chill about it before? doesn't sam do things like that for her during that time of the month? we don't know. to be completely honest I didn't have a specific movie I was referencing, I just made up a basic plot I figured was an actual movie lmao. also "he wanted to marry his best friend, too. if only she knew." I'm now crying

I appreciate it very much!! I love getting to revisit my fave fic and it is motivating me to write more for us to talk about, so thanks as always!!

[nixniivalis]

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1. The Power of Waking and Dream Walking are the same niche of abilities. 

Neraine’s universe was one world composed of many timelines; Whereas Sora’s is one timeline composed of many worlds. In Neraine’s universe, individuals with a strong mind could cross the boundaries of the timelines. The Power of Waking on the other hand is an ability meant to, “traverse hearts to reach worlds.” So, we have two separate abilities that can enable travel between vast reaches of space-time via the heart or mind, related to sleep. Neraine’s ability is rooted in her subconscious which makes it absurdly difficult to control and why it manifests during sleep. 

Before Neraine can hope for a stable life, she must master Dream Walking. She could have everything she ever wanted and it’d be nothing if she teleports away every night. The good news is that it’s tied to her subconscious. What she thinks about, what she worries about, and maybe even, who, will influence her dreams. Except, right now, the person Neraine knows the least is herself. This is where Sora’s mastery of the Power of Waking can help. Someone with a similar ability that can emphasis to Neraine how relationships can be a powerful tool and weapon. What Neraine desperately needs is not just a teacher but someone to compare notes with. 

2. Since no one else is going to do it then Neraine’ll have to watch over Sora. 

The moment Neraine hears that Sora is sixteen years old and a baby, she is going to be horrified. In Kingdom Hearts everyone seems casually accepting of child soldiers fighting to save the universe. Meanwhile, Neraine and both her friends were adults when they fought to save their universe.  It is not okay to have Sora fighting lunatics and monsters under absurd pressure, at the actual infant age of fourteen. Neraine never had a childhood and Sora had his taken away from him. Since, all the adults in his life are apparently insane idiots, she’ll just have to be the responsible one here. 

Neraine, despite a prickly exterior, is a loyal and protective person. She is more than willing to take the burden from others, to carry more than her fair share. There is very little she wouldn’t do for someone she cares about. Neraine already likes Sora, she has this sense that he’s genuine and honest in a way that most are not. Anyway, I am 100% here for cool big sis Neraine if you are. 

3. Sora is the breaking point for Neraine to move on from her past. 

I have a rough timeline for the Post-KH3 stuff for Neraine and I can confidently say that our thread with Sora is at the far chronological end of it. There’s a point where she doesn’t know about keyblades and then a point when she does. When you consider that a keyblade is a master key to Infinity Space, her biggest logistical problem, you can see why. Sora is the break for that. Because as much as she wants to, going ‘home’ isn’t what Neraine needs. Neraine never had a home. Home is a thing, a dream, a possibility that one day she will be safe and happy.. That dream is a childish, hallow, crap shoot-- She has no friends or family. She’ll return ‘home’ and realize no one misses her. All that time Neraine invested in dance and music, worthless.

This is a cleansing moment. When she can shed all the bullshit and her hang-ups, and her conceptions of what is right or good, and start over. Stop hiding herself and compartmentalizing, and trying to go it alone. Instead she can accept Sora’s help by agreeing to help him. No one ever taught Neraine how to relate to people but if Sora is good at anything, then it is exactly that. Giving-up on the incorrect definition of ‘home’ is the only way Neraine can begin to sculpt a real one for herself. 

4. Neraine and Sora are both Protagonists That Attract Trouble, and that alone is a recipe for utter chaos. 

So in his game, Sora is the protagonist, and in her game, Neraine is the protagonist. Sora and Neraine both fight wack jobs that want to destroy the universe. They also both have a startling ability to find trouble and get into fights. Nothing could possibly go wrong by putting them in the same room. To be fair, Neraine has never --on purpose-- started a fight. In the early days her naturally aggressive behavior put her in hot water, but maturity has restrained her tongue. Sora has similar issues it seems. Not only will the craziest crap happen to them, they both lack the negotiation ability to get out of it. 

So, can you imagine, for a second, these two left alone in the vast universe to their own devices? I imagine being in such close proximity increases the ‘Trouble Magnet’ to overdrive. Yeah, Neraine acts responsible, but let’s be real, she’s not-- and Sora has little to no compunctions of diving head first into the unknown. He lacks self-restraint and she has no chill. Any reasonable person within twenty feet of them should watch their blood pressure. 

[jasondilts]

When the Time is On You...

When the time is on you, start, and the pressure will be off.

That’s one of the 5 sutras for the Aquarian Age that Yogi Bhajan gave us, axioms for how we could live successfully in uncertain times. As exciting as it sounds to be alive during the time of a great shift, it’s also downright confusing and a bit scary. These words were given to us as a map for how to survive, but also to thrive. After all, we aren’t here to just buckle up for whatever bumpy ride someone else wants to take us on. We can and we should be writing our own destiny.

 But there’s the second season of Making a Murder on Netflix, the new iPhone we need to stand in line for 4 hours to buy, that guy on Tinder who wants to meet up, this psychedelically immersive 4-D art show to check out, and the new vegan soul food place downtown. All of that must be done first…

 Sound familiar? Your proclivities may be different from mine and perhaps you find other distractions, but most of us really aren’t living up to the full capacity of who we came here to be. That must change.

 Perhaps the greatest promise of the Aquarian Age is the notion that we are in control of what happens to us. We are the masters of our own fortune. No longer do we have to be at the effects of others nor are we held back by a lack of access to information.  We are free, if we want.

 At least that’s what my friend said it one of his rock songs. I think he’s spot on. We have to decide that we want to start living up to our potential. When we aren’t, we feel a lot of weight.

 I’ve been thinking about this particular sutra a lot lately, mostly because I feel a lot of pressure and I haven’t exactly been in “start” mode. I moved to Los Angeles 5 years ago, a driving force behind my relocation being the promise of living in a city full of creatives. I’d long wanted to write a novel, but I felt I didn’t have the experience to do so. I figured I needed to take writing classes, learn more about the craft, surround myself with fellow writers, and be close to the proximity of power players in Hollywood to be successful at writing.  Eventually, I found my way to all of that. The one thing I didn’t do though was the only action that really matters: actually START WRITING.

 I had lot of excuses…really good excuses. Exciting excuses!

 At first, I got bogged down by the office politics of my day job and decompressed with a glass or four of Merlot after work. I told myself that I’d write once things got more stable in my department. A year and a half later, I was successful in my role of being an event manager, but massively failing at being a writer—simply because I was drinking wine when I could have been writing! Or going on hikes, or going to museums, or seeing my favorite indie band at a concert, or sun bathing at the beach, or binge-watching  Scandal or whatever fill in the blank distraction I’d pursue every hour I wasn’t at working. I was having loads of fun, but something inside me was festering.

 At first there was this lingering suspicion that I should be writing instead of whatever I was doing. Then I started to wonder if I would ever write again. That created within me a gnawing thought that perhaps I would not, which soon turned into a constant worry that I would be forced to always work jobs I hated. I saw my writing talent as a golden ticket out of being a slave to the 9-to-5 life.

 While I wasn’t showing up to write, I was showing up to kundalini yoga class—5 or 6 times a week! I learned early on in my practice that the technology of kundalini yoga and meditation allow us to re-write our destiny, both how we experience the moment of the day and what we can attract on a larger scale. That first year in Los Angeles, kundalini is what anchored me into my potential. I wasn’t showing up fully yet, but each time I’d go to class I was growing in ways I didn’t totally comprehend. All that kundalini yoga eventually gave me the gall to quit my job to pursue something more in line with my passions: working at a spiritual community center.

 When I started this new adventure, I thought that my new business partner and I were going to write a book and get a TV show made. Finally, I could be creative! Then came the obstacles…

 My first day on the job all but one person on our staff quit and I realized the organization was in debt up to its ears. We were in serious jeopardy of being shut down within a few months. Suddenly I had to summon all the experience I’d garnered in the political and non-profit world to create revenue streams, organization charts, job descriptions, cash flow spreadsheets, and budget forecasts. In an 80 hour-work week, there truly was no time to write, or so I told myself. I soon figured out how to make ends meet for the business, and the team we built was rock-solid at running the place. Under the most challenging and daunting of circumstances, we were persisting with success. Yet I was angry inside—viscerally upset at myself for not figuring out how to do all that was on my plate and write. The silver lining for my desire to create was that the TV show we were working on was inching toward becoming a reality. That didn’t quite satisfy me, though, because the show would never be my creation. When you’re a writer you know that you have a responsibility to bring forward your own words to light up the world you see. You can’t find true satisfaction within the framework of someone else’s vision.

 That realization gnawed insistently, coaxing me to START, inviting me to ease the pressure. But instead I kept on not writing.

 For the next two years, I was the executive director of the organization and also ran several Airbnb rentals. I maybe wrote like 2 blog posts during that time. The rest of my words were for delicately crafted e-mails, intricately thought-through job roles, and explaining to Airbnb guests how to turn on the lights. There was a lot of forward momentum in my life and the work I was doing.

 Then it all stopped.

 The TV show didn’t get picked up, though we did get one Real Housewife away from a network season! Soon thereafter it became apparent that our organization was going to close. When we did finally shutter, this strange quiet took hold. I had other sources of income by that time that didn’t require my fulltime focus, and for the first time ever I had no excuse not to write. The time was on me and I needed to start. This Aquarian sutra apparently doesn’t know how to quit me.

 Well, 18 months later I still haven’t started. I’ve tried. I created elaborate outlines for multiple books. I even wrote entire chapters. I started on concepts, scrapped them altogether, and then began something different. But I haven’t written a novel yet, and I’m not anywhere close. I run a successful business today, but I feel like I massively suck at being self-employed because I should have used this time to write my book. On a more fundamental level, I feel like I massively suck at being alive because I’m not putting my energy toward the reality I know I need to create.

 Looking back, I can see that I actually expended a lot of energy over the past 5 years NOT working on what I knew I needed to start. All of the circumstances that arose to “prevent” me from writing were really just manifestations of self-doubt that I called in. When we don’t do what we are here to accomplish, we create something else in its place. Usually that something will hold us back as powerfully as fulfilling our mission could propel us forward.

 My creation is a massive complex of anxiety and social-phobia. For the past 18 months I’ve been crippled with nervousness, worry, and unease. The slightest obstacle becomes a mountain of distress. I still go to class all the time, I go to the gym daily, and I hike a lot, but I avoid social situations as much as possible. I have this weird phobia of interacting with people. I go out in public all the time, but I do so in this impenetrable bubble. I wear an energetic cloak that puts out this gnarly “don’t talk to me” energy. I use my iPhone as a shield of having to engage with anyone. I get out of conversation as quickly as possible. It’s a strange dystopia for someone who ran a political party and 8 years ago had ambitions to be mayor of a large city. For the longest time I wondered why I had retreated so far into my own shadow. Then during a meditation recently, it hit me right in my third-eye: I avoid being around people because I have nothing of worth to say. I’m not doing anything creative with my life and so I don’t have anything of value to bring to a connection or a conversation. That has to stop and it needs to stop by STARTING something worth talking about.

 There was a partial eclipse this past weekend that amplified any actions we took. So, I wrote. I still can’t get into writing a novel, but I got into writing this. I am really into writing about how we can successfully circumnavigate these strange times. I’m taking at least a small step toward “starting” something by putting together this simple Tumblr blog where I’ll muse about what I learn as we collectively navigate this Aquarian shift. I already made one post before writing this and the plan is to do a few a week. I’m fortunate enough to live in a city where I can easily find the teachings of kundalini yoga and where conscious community is basically mainstream. This blog is a bridge to the rest of the world, and hopefully a way for me to learn more about the energies and activities that are happening in other places as we all level-up!  

 Besides, Tumblr banned porn last month so I figured it was a good time to fill up this space with something more productive J.

 No matter where you are, stasis is our worst enemy; so too is stasis’ best friend, elliptical motion. We never really want to grow or change anything, but every now and then we’ll eke out a victory by kicking a habit or starting a new routine. In my own life I’ve noticed that overtime I get comfortable in familiarity, though, and activities that were once growth become a circle of the sameness rather than a climb to a higher level. Right now, I know that the time is on me to write. That must become my new pattern—the action of each day doing something to advance my writing. I hope the pressure is soon off!

 More than that, though, I hope these words serve you. What aren’t you starting? What pressure are you feeling? Do you think that if you stopped making excuses or creating distractions that the pressure could soon be off?

 We’re in this Aquarian shift together so let’s START acting like we’re in charge of our own destiny so we can all be there more fully for each other!

[wily-one24]

I hope there's not a question limit per ask lol... Paint it Black: 3, 4, 5, 11, 12, 14 and 15 (or as many of those as you feel like answering lol)

Okay, two things.

A. Of *course* there’s no ask limit. I am an attention whore and will talk all day if you encourage me. Ask away!!

B. WTF tumblr? When I reposted that, it was a paragraph basically saying “ask about my fic!”, but now there are NUMBERED QUESTIONS? What? Where was the second half of that post when I came across it in my dash? 

ANSWERS

3. What’s your favourite line of narration?

Oh geez. How the hell am I going to answer that? I have favourite lines per chapter, I have favourite lines per scene! Each part I’m reading at any given moment happens to be my favourite. Every time I reread it, I find something new... and... maybe I suck for saying this... but I think “you’re a fucking genius”, then I get all sad, because I think that was probably one of the last great things I’ll write. I’ve been going downhill ever since... but anyways, to seriously answer your question, I’ll give a few examples... 

 - That face off scene between Regina and Snow, where Snow claims her father was a good man and Regina answers “To you!”, the entire scene is charged and emotional and brings up so much shit between them that was never explored in canon. 

- The flashback of Emma’s tenth birthday (technically collectively, all of the flashbacks, really. They’re angsty as fuck, but so formative in their characterisation that sometimes I forget they’re not actually canon). I have this habit of tearing Emma down to her bare bones and then trying to build her up again. I actually do this with most of my main female characters, and I do apologise for that Buffy, Kaylee, Veronica, Emma, and Alex. You all deserve so much better than me. 

- The scene where Regina is alone in the castle and revisits the old chamber of Leopold’s. It’s hard to read but that is some weird little cathartic release right there. There is some great imagery that I don’t think many people allow Regina when it comes to her healing. Everybody tends to go the “being married to Leopold was a BAD THING” route, without ever really exploring the day to day soul destroying aspect of it. The reality of being the King’s prisoner wife. But giving her the ability and strength to revisit it, so she can finally acknowledge to herself how damaging it was, to close herself off from it both literally and figuratively, and then to be self aware enough to compare that situation to the one she has Emma in. That is empowerment. 

- The parallel scenes of Emma and Henry at the start and the end of the fic. The first being when Henry is so adamant to rescue Emma and curse everyone again just to take them back... and the last where you can see how much indoctrinated he is into the fairy tale land, how much he is drifting from “our world” being the real one, to the fairy tale land being his reality, and how his morality has shifted... but then... he also brings it back by getting vulnerable and shows his concern not just for Emma but for Regina... which also shows great advancement from the child like black/white morality of good vs evil he begins with to an acceptance of a more adult grey-area morality, his willingness to examine the facts and the truth to make up his mind. 

All the minor characters... Nancy (sweet, voiced Nancy), and Miss Edith (poor Miss Edith), Rachel, all the little characters that had such minor parts, but had such great effects in the lives of our main characters. 

Oooh, writing Rumple was fun. I got to write him as nobody really does. As that creepy reptilian imp from the first few flashbacks in S1. Before they really woobified him. The hysteric giggling, maniacal creature who smelled the air and exuded pure malice. It was really enjoyable writing him like that. 

Well, this went terribly off topic... anyway, yes, flashback scenes and confrontation scenes, be they between Snow and Regina, Emma and Regina, Regina and Maleficent, Emma and Snow, Emma and Henry... it’s in emotion that the true power of the fic lives. 

4. What’s your favourite line of dialogue?

oh, this is harder than the first. It would take me ages to reread this fic (and now I most likely am, thanks) to really go through it and cherry pick my favourites. But, if a line has happened to truly hit home and resonate with you as a reader, it most likely did the same for me. I remember quite a few times writing this fic, thinking “holy fuck!” and knowing, just knowing, that it was definitely the line to write. 

5. What part was the hardest to write?

The first two chapters. Up until the pivotal moment where Regina heals Emma, those were difficult to write and definitely difficult to read. I’ve had many readers tell me they were about to give up, bc it was too much torture porn to enjoy, but that moment specifically was a turning point for them because it built up the trust that I could and would reign Regina in beyond the point of no forgiveness or return. 

11. What do you like best about this fic?

I liked writing it. 

It took me to some pretty intense places. Fic writing, for me, has always been a form of therapy. I work through to some pretty intense fucking emotions through the angst of it all. Like, no, I have never been magically transported to a fairy tale land, collared, enslaved, and held against my will for the sake of my family and community’s lives... but if you look deeper in my life at the time, I had just been through a pretty horrific pregnancy that nearly killed me, my spouse and I separated, and I was left ill, recovering, and a single mother of a toddler and infant. I felt like I was being ripped apart from all angles, forced into a live of servitude for the betterment of everyone around me at the cost of myself. Even, though, like Emma, I didn’t blame them, it was still a period of mourning and loss.

I didn’t realise it at the time. This revelation happened years later when rereading the fic and trying to see where all the emotions had been coming from. It happens a lot with some of my more intense, dramatic, and (strangely enough) most popular fics. I don’t always see the correlation to my life at the time, but if I look back I can generally trace the rationality behind what my muse was trying to work through. 

12. What do you like least about this fic?

The polarisation. The controversy. That fucking chapter fucking four. I still cannot reread that chapter without having to take a step back and breathe. That scene has some good imagery, but even now sometimes I just skip it. It’s not worth the shakes or unease or... ugh, just thinking about it upsets me. 

I made a mistake in the tagging and I learned from it, but holy fuck was I attacked at the time and used as a sacrifical cow to the radfems. It was, honestly, surprising to me. Not only the reaction, but the harshness of it, all the accusation and personal attacks aimed at me.  

I mean, I knew the fic was always going to be confronting to some. It dealt with some pretty hard issues and subject matter. I had warned for all the violence and non/dub con. But... I didn’t expect or prepare for the backlash in including a male, even if the male used was... just used... and never actually amounted to anything more than a tool for Regina to control/bind/further entrench Emma to her own will in one scene. 

I, very naively, went into it thinking “surprise!”, and that an almost canon past pairing that was heavily explored in the actual show would not be controversial in the least. More fool me, I suppose. I definitely went back to re-tag it, I apologised. I am not sure what else I could have done, but to this day this fic is held up as an example of queer baiting and everything wrong with false lesbianism. And it is definitely used as an example by biphobic people as to why bisexual women cannot be trusted as we’re all “really straight women at heart”.

To be fair, I never explicitly labelled the fic as “lesbian”. I begin all my fics (no matter how AU or ‘out there’) from a canon stand point. Meaning, everything that happened in the show up to that point counts. Which includes every prior relationship both Emma and Regina had been in up to the Season One finale. Which, surprise, were with men!! 

14. Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

I don’t know if there’s anything they should ‘learn’, but I definitely hope readers realise that this is in NO WAY AN EXAMPLE OF A HEALTHY BDSM RELATIONSHIP. It is not meant to be a guide, a ‘how to’, or a ‘goal’. This is an incredibly fucked up way for two already fucked up characters, to find some kind of semblance of existence in a world/s stacked up against them from the very start. I didn’t think I needed to state that out loud, but apparently I had to. Many times.  

If not that... then definitely I hope perhaps some of the writing made people think about the characters more in depth, or differently, that it gave the reader a new way of thinking about the show and the storylines/characters in it.  

15. What did you learn from writing this fic?

Tagging. Tagging fucking matters. Tag properly. Like, just do it. 

In all seriousness, though... I think I learned a lot about my own trauma. 

I also think my writing developed throughout the fic. There is a definite shift from the first two chapters... you can definitely see where it became less of a short one off smutty fic set up and more of an in depth angsty character exploration of the soul kinda thing. 

I learned about set up and development and bringing in stray bits of plot development later in the story to tie up loose ends.  

[damijon-supersons]

Are you still taking prompts? Damian and Jon playing Mario Kart or whatever video game you want to use.

Okay, since you said I could use any video game I want (haven’t played mario kart, sorry. Aside from Pokemon, Nintendo wasn’t part of my childhood), I’m going to use Injustice 2 XD

Also, I’m sorry anon, but I am going to hijack your prompt! I’m going to use this to express my refusal to believe that Damian will ever go back to becoming an evil character! What I noticed was, in about 4, yes FOUR different times, DC has predicted that Damian will revert back to his evil ways in some way when he grows up.  Nope, I am not having it! (Btw, the ones I’m talking about are the Injustice timeline, Damian’s battle with his illusion future self in Robin: Son of Batman, Batman Beyond Rebirth, and in Detective Comics 966)

Damian has worked too hard, has literally died and back, to prove that he has changed for the better. There is nothing that will convince me that 13 years of great character development for Damian will be thrown aside because he turns evil again in the future! Nothing! 

And you know why I’m so sure of that? Because our Damian in this main timeline right now has someone that all of those evil adult Damian timelines didn’t have…a certain boy named Jonathan Samuel Kent.

“I’m picking Robin,” Damian announced.

He placed the cursor on a portrait of a much older Damian on the screen, and then an electronic monotonous voice intoned ‘Robin’.

“Heh, that’s so like you,” Jon replied dryly. “Well, if we’re picking ourselves it’s not fair for me. I don’t know why but, I haven’t seen a single game with a Superboy on it.”

“Just pick your dad,” Damian teased. “You’re practically the same anyway, except you’re three decades lamer.”

Jon stuck his tongue out at Damian. “Shut up, this Superman isn’t my dad. This one’s like, super evil. I’m never gonna pick…‘not-dad’, he said with finality. He ended up picking Bizarro, earning him a snort from Damian.

“Hey, don’t laugh!” Jon chided Damian. “Jason said he’s actually pretty cool.”

“Todd said the same thing about your costume,” Damian casually replied.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Jon asked with a raised brow.

“Just that his idea of clothing gets him thrown out of most restaurants,” Damian answered with a smirk. “But never mind that, it’s time to kick your ass!”

The boys had gotten a copy of a new fighting video game that was inexplicably based on the world’s heroes, which included renditions of most of the people that Jon and Damian knew. It had an impressive roster of intricately rendered characters like their fathers, the League, and other heroes—including weirdly out of place characters they didn’t know about like an ice ninja, a Japanese thunder god, and a red horned man with a gun.

As the game advertised, it was set in an alternate universe where Superman became an evil dictator, and the whole world decided that being dark and gritty was an essential part of a balanced diet. With equal parts amusement and curiosity, Damian and Jon had decided to play the game with little more intention than to laugh at how hilariously off the characters were compared to their real-life counterparts.

But Damian being Damian, he also played to win. And Jon being Jon, he was definitely not going to lose to Damian in anything.

The Damian in the game was much older, and as Jon put it—much to real Damian’s chagrin—a lot taller and better-looking. He also used a sword which he used in most of his attacks. The real Damian picked up on the controls quickly, and there wasn’t a single moment where game Damian wasn’t swinging his lethally sharp blade. It whistled with a shrill shwing with every strike, making it sound even more dangerous.

Unfortunately for Damian, Jon’s character, Bizarro, had ice beams that shot out from his eyes.

“Gah! You cheater…” Damian grumbled as game-Damian was interrupted from a flashy sword combo by a single ice beam. “Fighting  in a two-dimensional field is idiotic. If it were really me, I’d have sidestepped that!”

“Told you Bizarro is cool.” Jon giggled.

“I hate you and your puns!” Damian groaned. “That’s it, taste defeat, farm boy!” He executed game Damian’s special move—a sword combo with an explosive finish via batarang. It was enough to give Damian the round.

“Hah!” he pumped his fist in triumph.

Instead of looking disappointed with his loss, Jon’s cheeks were almost bursting from stifling his laughter.

“What…what’s so funny?” Damian asked as his smug smile wavered.

“Your special…” Jon began as he breathed in  to compose himself, “was to do an awkward ninja run, look really stiff while using your sword…then pose and wait for three whole seconds before your batarangs hit me.”

“That was two seconds, tops,” Damian said, completely missing the point.

Jon snorted and burst out laughing.

“Damian…your video game self was so extra, it’s like the only thing you left out was shades and shiny teeth.  You were trying way too hard to look cool.”

“Hey,” Damian protested. “It’s a decently styled—”

“The only thing that makes this even funnier is that it’s totally you,” Jon giggled heartily.

Damian frowned. He didn’t know how to retort without making it obvious that for a few seconds, he’d actually wanted to try posing like his game-self did.

The boys kept playing and trying different characters until Damian went back to playing himself. Jon chose Batman for the first time, and he noticed Damian tense up. As the story of the game went, game-Damian turned against Batman and sided with Superman. Game-Batman had readily abandoned his son in turn. Whenever the two of them would face each other in the game, they’d both spew out scathing and hateful taunts that made Damian squirm.

This time, Jon won handily, winning with Batman’s special move.

Jon blinked. “Did your game-dad just…use a bat-shaped jet to drag you in the air and blow you up with a small army’s worth of bullets and missiles…?”

Damian looked as mind-blown as Jon. “That…was the most impractical use of the Batwing I’ve ever seen.”

“That was overkill,” Jon mused.

“And that’s considering that my dad has intentionally rammed the Batwing into things in real life before,” Damian nodded.

“Hey, Damian?” Jon asked as he eyed his friend anxiously. “Are you okay? You seem kinda antsy ever since I picked your dad…”

Damian avoided looking straight into Jon’s eyes. “What do you think about how the game depicted my future?” he asked with a guarded expression.

Jon raised his eyebrows—the question took him by surprise. “It’s a video game. I don’t really care what they said you were.”

“But you thought that the Damian in the game was evil, right?” Damian continued, glancing expectantly at Jon.

“Well, I mean, everyone was sort of on this gray line—“ Jon stopped after seeing Damian’s annoyed look. “Okay, fine, I thought he was evil. The game makes it a point to make you act as unlikeable as possible anyway.”

Damian shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He sighed as if resigning himself to a cruel fate.

“That game…” Damian began, his words calm but measured.  “It’s not the first time that something predicted that I would betray my father and turn to evil in the future.”

Jon listened with rapt attention as Damian continued. He’d never seen Damian this gravely serious before.

“When I was adventuring with Maya, an artifact manifested future versions of ourselves based on the parts of ourselves that we couldn’t come to terms with. I was forced to fight an adult version of myself that was still the bloodthirsty assassin my grandfather trained. I barely survived.”

“Wow…that’s rough,” Jon said gently. He could tell that Damian was upset in a way that could not easily be dismissed.

“That’s not all,” Damian continued. “There’s…something I’ve never told you before. Drake…he created this computer program that could calculate a person’s approximate future based on their experiences and personality. On two separate instances, that program predicted that I’d turn back to my old ways—once as the new ruthless leader of the League of Assassins…

“…and another as a more tyrannical and deadly version of Batman. 

“Either way, it seems like everything agrees that my future will see me becoming the evil I’d sworn to reject.”

Damian ended with a solemn silence. He bowed his head and stared at his knees. “Do you understand why I never told you this before?” he asked Jon, who had a mixed look of confusion and concern on his face. “Knowing what I’d just told you…and what I’m destined to become, no one in their right minds would associate with me. And I wouldn’t blame you if you decided to leave and stop talking to me.”

Jon knew that Damian wasn’t the kind of person who cried much—if at all. But the sheer cold silence that Damian was giving him was worse. It was as if Damian was deathly certain that he would leave right then and there and never come back. Damian had already accepted that Jon didn’t want to be friends with him anymore, and that he was just waiting for Jon to say so.

Jon knit his brow. Damian’s willingness to accept his dark future was frightening, to be sure. But one detail, or rather, the lack of a certain detail, tugged at his mind.

“Damian,” Jon asked carefully. “In all those futures…what happened to me?”

Damian wrinkled his nose at Jon. “Those were my futures, not yours. Why would you ever be in them?” he snapped.

“Because, dummy,” Jon retorted with a stubborn look. “Do you think I’d let any of those bad futures happen to you? Now, tell me where I was in your future, or when exactly you got those predictions. Did we even know each other already  when you got them?”

“Well I…” Damian trailed off, his eyes widening in apparent realization. “No, I suppose we hadn’t met yet when the program had made the predictions. You weren’t there yet when Maya and I were completing my atonement for the year of blood. And you and I’ve only been public as a team recently, so the game wouldn’t have put you in…”

“Then that settles it!” Jon declared ecstatically. “Damian, there’s one thing that your futures didn’t count on—the fact that we became friends!”

“What do you mean?” Damian asked with genuine curiosity.

“Damian…in the first place, I don’t believe that just because some things predict your future, you can’t decide it for yourself,” Jon explained adamantly. He was wringing his hands as if willing Damian to understand.

“I don’t care how many people say your future will get messed up—you’re a good person. You’ve fought and sacrificed so much to become who you are today. You’ve become someone that your family loves and cares about! You’re not Damian, Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandkid. You’re Robin, son of Batman.”

“And more importantly—“ Jon continued, cutting off Damian’s inevitable retort. “Dude, I’m your friend! I mean, sure, we argue sometimes, and you’re mean, and you tease me a lot…”

“Tt,” Damian clicked his tongue as if to say ‘that’s not helping’.

“But…we’re friends.” Jon waved dismissively. 

“Not just because we’re working together as superheroes, either. We’re friends because we want to be. Because I want to be. You…you get what it’s like to be a kid and a hero at the same time, I can talk to you, and we can hang out and stuff. I never tell you this but, I kinda look up to you, you know? You’re always so in control and awesome, and like a ninja and…sometimes it’s cool…”

“Are you saying you think I’m cool?” Damian smirked.

“Shut up Damian! I’m in the middle of something here!” Jon chided him. “What I’m trying to say is, whatever happens…I’ll help you find a future that’s better. I’m not gonna leave you. We’re partners, now and in any future. Your bad futures aren’t gonna happen because I’m here to make sure they don’t.” Jon flashed Damian a toothy grin.

“And if for some reason, I end up having to fight you and fulfill that dark future?” Damian asked coyly. His voice, however, had softened and relaxed.

“Then I’ll beat you, duh!” Jon emphasized. “Laser eyes beats sword, remember?” he finished by sticking his tongue out.

“You sound so sure,” Damian said as he shook his head. Whether it was in disbelief or gratitude, Jon wasn’t sure.

“Don’t worry about your future,” Jon said with a grin. He held Damian’s hands enthusiastically. Before Damian could even protest,  he was already hovering a few inches off the floor, carrying Damian with him.

“Superboy’s got your back!” Jon promised.

The corner of Damian’s lips twitched. He wasn’t in a hurry to show any kind of emotion. But what he said next was better than any sort of ‘thank you’ that he could think of.

“I know. I believe you.”

There you go, guys! Consider this fic my rebuttal against DC trying to make Damian evil as an adult! No way Jon would ever let that happen! I’m convinced that Jon would help keep Damian good if anything would ever tempt him to return to his less heroic ways. I hope this fic was okay, I was agitated when I wrote it and it might have typos and stuff :p

Also shoutout to @harljordan who let me use their awesome edit from Supersons #8 above :)

EDIT:  I couldn’t resist making this edit based on this awesome post script idea by @desolationofzara :D

BUT THIS IS WHAT REALLY HAPPENED

Edits by me, and I screencapped my game for this XD