#( you cant run from your feelings: dear diary )

[slashingdisneypasta]

Captain Hook x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: ⬇⬇⬇

'You should have met me in 1984. You would've liked me.''I like you now.'

(From The Vampire Diaries)

Warnings: ... softness???...

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @miss_understood , and @ryantryan6969 . Hi, I hope you are all ready for some romance featuring one Captain Hook! ^^ Have a great day, and I hope you enjoy ^^

"My dear, you are beautiful... tonight, and always." He speaks quietly, looking thoughtful as he uses his hook to gently release your hair from under the collar on his coat and carefully arrange it over your shoulder. His eyes are on you but they're far off. You're not sure he's really here, right now, truly. "... You should have met me before all this madness... before this blasted land. Before Peter, and my hand... You would've liked me. I would've- I would've been sure to deserve you, then." Hook's fingers on your face, knuckles gently brushing your jaw, feel like complete heaven to you as well as his dark romantic eyes on your face. His coat around your body is warm and makes you feel loved and cared for, and the breeze in your hair makes you feel like you're on air but his words are all too wrong and it makes you feel suddenly confused; Eyes round and eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side at him.

"... Hm?" You've just had the loveliest night with him. He made all of his men leave the ship for the night so you could be alone together and watch the sky get dark. You watched the sky turn a pale blue first, then yellow, and orange, and pink... then blue again and now its black- its night, and it cold, and you have a charming man's coat on. Its a perfect night... but now he's saying some things you just don't understand. You? Would've liked him?? Would've???

"I was a gentleman, back then... I would've taken you on the grandest dates, shown you sights almost as beguiling as you are, taken care of you, and your family... made you happy. ... Unfortunately, all I can proffer you now is the chill in the damn Neverland air and this old coat." His hair is silhouetted by the lamp behind him and you can see the breeze ruffling the messy locks so you reach up and run your fingers through it.

"Grande dates? Hm... could've sworn we were on one of those right now." You flash a gentle, hesitant grin. He cant be serious about the things he's saying, can he?

Chuckling softly, Hook shakes his head. "This is nothing, dear. I wish I could give you so much better... A treasure like you is supposed to be spoiled. And once upon a time, I was a better man- I would've made that- you- taking care of you, and making you happy, my entire life."

To this, you don't know what to say. Your mouth falls open as if needing to say something- but no words come out. Closing it again, you lower your hand from his hair let it slide down his hook arm; Squeezing gently. An attempt to comfort.

"Which is not to say that I wont try, now... " As he takes in a deep breath, he closes his eyes for a moment and furrows his brow's, the lines in his forehead getting deeper. "But unfortunately, my dear, you are looking at a broken man. I can only offer half my heart, to you- the rest is taken by an infernal desire for revenge. And I... I'm sorry, but I'm not good enough, to overcome it. Not even for you."

... Oh... That's what this is about.

You see.

Squeezing this sad-sack's arm a little more firmly, you take a step into him, so you truly need to crane your neck back to see his face. "... I don't care. I'll take what you can give me."

His eyes pop open again, and he looks at you with a surprised expression. "What?- "

"I like you now, Hook." Sliding your hand back up his arm and to his shoulder, you use him to balance you as you get onto your tip-toes and give his cold cheek a kiss. "So, you take your revenge on that Peter... or you try. You can try every single day, if you want to. You two can chase eachother back and forth all day, every day. But just come back to me at night and have dinner with me, okay? Have dinner with me, and kiss me, and hold my hand, and I'll be happy. I'll be over the moon."

"My dear- "

"James." He gulps, hearing you pull first-name on him. "Just kiss me, okay? And think about what I've said; Let it sink in. I want you, I need you to understand that."

"... th- think? That's rather hard to do, while kissing you; You know?"

Giggling, you curl your hand around his neck and gently guide him down. "I believe in you, Captain."

"Alright, my dear; I will try." With a bemused, pleased smile - like he's the luckiest bastard in the universe, - Hook does so.

[idyllic-affections]

Okay so im back for a minute since i saw some stuff you had posted

1. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR IMBIBITOR LUNAE. IM SO GLAD HE ALSO CAME HOME FOR YOU. So about Bailu and the Vidyadhara in general, im going to try my best to generalise it and also not to accidently spoil anything so 1. They can reincarnate infinitely but at the cost of their own memories. So once they self reincarnate, they wont keep their old memories, although there are some exceptions for some vidyadhara but i wont elborate on that since that is something you’ll learn eventually. 2. They cannot have children, so if any vidyadhara dies, it is a big deal. 3. Yeah they are immortal in a way, they simply self reincarnate to continue their life albeit at the cost of their memories. 4. Bailu is an interesting case but im afraid if i talk more i might spoil you so just enjoy the story

Also about Luocha, well there isnt much information about him. All we know about him is that he seems to be blessed by Yaoshi and he looks eerily similar to a antagonist from Mihoyo’s other game, Honkai Impact 3rd. There is also one other piece of info i left out about him that we currently have but judging from where you are at the story, i dont wanna spoil it and want you to have the joy of witnessing it. The Xianzhou Luofu arc is honestly exposition arc for the overarching story of HSR so you will get much more lore about them (i think we will get to know more about the vidyadhara more in the future since there are still the other Xianzhou ships)

2. OMG the idea of an Ex fatui agent reader & wanderer would be an cute and excellent idea. Both of were victims of The Doctor and suffered immensely because of him. Even when they don’t seem like it, they have many similarities and with Nahida Therapy, i think both of them will eventually be their closest friend for each other because of their dark history with the doctor, they both understand each other because of that history. Also i cant help but imagine a very cute family with reader being the parent, Wanderer being a snarky older brother, while Collei is the baby of the family. They may be very traumatized but they will still kill anyone that hurts their little family :)

3. OOOOO PLATONIC HSR X READER THOUGHTS! Ok since im currently running a bit late rn, i will simply give one thought i have. Qingque and their workaholic older sibling, so we know Qingque is lazy as hell right? Why not give her an older sibling who is very strict and stern with her and would nag Qingque to stop being a slacker. I imagine this sibling to be an Amicassador for the Sky Faring Commision like Tingyun, so they would be out a lot, which let Qingque slack as much as possible but dw the reader had someone to keep an eye on her :)

That is all for now and i hope you have a good day/night!

- 🐱 Anon

HI 🐱 ANON HELLO <33 THANK YOU DEAR HE IS SOMETHING LIKE MY MAIN DPS NOW AND I ADORE HIM... HE CARRIES ME THROUGH JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING EVEN THOUGH HE'S 10 LEVELS LOWER THAN THE REST OF MY TEAM

i want to inject vidyadhara lore into my blood i am so fascinated by them....

I KNEW IT I KNEW THERE WERE DRAWBACKS that is so fascinating though and it makes so much sense because i imagine it being something like shedding an old shell. so much pain and angst potential there with that concept too. if the vidyadharas are aware of the fact that they will experience memory loss with new incarnations... hear me out: what if they had diaries and scrapbooks from previous incarnations because they knew they would forget and and RAAGRGEHGHWG i'm so (ab)normal about them sorry AND THEY CAN'T HAVE CHILDREN? that is so fascinating. i imagine by that you mean they can't pass on their vidyadhara lineage (or have children in general, but focusing on the idea that they can't pass down their lineage)... no wonder it would be a huge deal if/when one died then.

luocha could commit serious crimes and it would not change how i feel about him LMFAO bro is majestic? he gives off wine uncle vibes. comes around once a year and tells you things you aren't supposed to know and then leaves again to do god knows what. i am very much enjoying this arc. it's so... lore-heavy. and i love that. it is feeding my fanfic writer and oc creator brain.

AND YES YOU'RE SO RIGHT. [name] is collei's parent, in a way. the wanderer is simultaneously both [name]'s and collei's guard dog older brother... he is older than both of them, after all. all three of them are capable of committing serious crimes--the wanderer can and will commit a violent crime in defense of his little traumatized family, [name] can and will commit a violent crime in defense of their little traumatized family BUT would only do so if seriously needed, and collei could but won't.

OHHHHHHHH LAJSKWHAKSHJ QINGQUE WITH A WORKAHOLIC OLDER SIBLING....... HELP ME i love this dynamic. [name] always chiding her and bullying her (in the most affectionate way possible)... telling her she needs to work more. telling her to stop complaining about being "unreliable qingque" because she wouldn't be if she worked harder. but [name] also gives her credit and praise for when she does pull through! now hear me out--[name] who does not know how to relax. qingque having to actually teach them that there is more to life than work. BUT ALSO [NAME] SCOLDING THE HELL OUT OF HER IF AND WHEN THEY FIND OUT THAT SHE WAS SLACKING OFF IN THEIR ABSENCE AND JUST GOING "qingque." IN THE MOST EVIL SCARY TONE EVER WHEN THEY RETURN

[bbms-bb]

DEAR DIARY - JEALOUSY AU - PEPPI'S POV - PART 2/3

Nov 6

me, tess, and nina hung out today. i felt happy, i havent felt that in a while. maybe i dont need mei or jaime. i can just hang out with my art club friends. i still feel that pit in my stomach. they asked me if i was okay. should i tell them?

PROGRESS

weight

oct 15 - 102

now (nov 6) - 92

----<3-----

Nov 9

I HATE EVERYONE. I HATE EVERYTHING.

i gave in and told them what was happening with mei and jaime. i dont wanna be here anymore. whats the point of living if you suffer even at this age?

they better not tell anyone.

----<3-----

Nov 11

okay.. maybe i wasnt so clear the last entry.. i told tessa, nina, and felicity about the situation, our conversation went something like this:

P: and i feel like its my fault.

T: what.. how is this your fault?

N: i knew something was off about that girl.

F: im so sorry.. if it makes you feel better ill beat her up tommorow!-

P: no! i mean- no, just, please dont tell her..

T: why not? she's like and evil witch who's slowly poisoning your life!

N: Jaime too, i get its unintentional but he hasn't even bothered to at the least talk to peppi, even less wonder how its affecting her!

P: i dont want to do anything about it because their still just friends, but even if they were more than that, it would feel wrong because i care about mei and jaime!

T: caring about jaime is reasonable, but why do you still care about mei?, youve known her for less that 3 months and you trust her already?

the rest of the conversation was alright when i changed the subject

once they left i was wondering why is still care about mei. i had bigger things to worry about. do i?

----<3-----

(TW FOR S3XV4L H4RR4SM3N7)

Nov 18

okay so i shouldve put this down at the start but i couldnt write it down without crying.

this sounds pathetic but i dont think i trust my diary even though its an INANIMATE OBJECT.

god what is wrong with me.

ive never told anyone about this, only my mom knows.

it happened when i was in my mom's hometown in mexico for the summer, i went to go run some errands or my mom, since it was a small and safe town (or so i thought) it was common to see little kids walking around alone, i was ten at the time, so i guess i was one of those kids, i was headed to the grocery store when i was pulled into an alley by a middle aged man, i tried to scream but her covered my mouth. he started running his hands through my body, he was unbvttoning my jeans when my mom's friend, doña petra, who had a store infront of the alley ran in and knocked him out with a broom, then called the cops, she walked me home and told my mom what happened. i never walked out alone in mexico again.

thats it.

----<3-----

Nov 22

i just realized what a mess im becoming. i havent taken the time to get ready, and i would, i just never have the motivation to. everyones been asking me if i was okay, even jaime, he was the last person id expect to ask if i was okay! whats wrong with meeee..

----<3-----

Nov 26

im so tired of everything, im almost failing most of my classes.

----<3-----

tessa and mei got into an argument about me after tess sent a text to mei instead of me.

it went like this:

t: i still cant forgive mei for what she did, you still want jaime right? ive got a plan to destroy mei.

m: who is this?

t: tessa, is this not peppi?

m: THIS IS MEI!

m: penelope is so dead.

----<3-----

nov 27

mei told me this at school.

m: okay listen here you little sh*t, if you dont stay away from jaime im going to make your life hell.

p: i thought you knew i liked jaime.

m: does it look like i care? i never cared about your feelings! you were the only obstacle keeping me away from dating jaime. those nasty rumors about you? that was me! now that he's practically head over heels for me, its gonna be ba breeze getting rid of you! especially now that i have evidence that YOUR the bad guy here! oh, btw im jaime's girlfriend now, just thought i should let you know! byee!!

oh sh*t.

----<3-----

Dec 3

its heather day! since heather is one of me and jaime's favorite songs, we celebrate heather day every year! we exchange sweaters and jokingly talk about people we were jealous about (classmates, celeberties, fictional characters, etc..) while we eat ice cream. i skipped out on the ice cream since i didnt want to gain weight (lost 4 pounds since nov 6 :DD) it was still really fun though! i wanted to talk about how jealous i was of mei, i was jealous of her hair, her clear skin, her flat stomach and hourglass wait, her straight teeth, and that she had jaime, and i didnt. as soon as i thought of mei, jaime started talking about how he had canceled plans with mei to be here, i was preparing myself to hear more about mei until he told me how much he'd missed hanging out with me.

did i hear that right?

----<3-----

i woke up feeling a bit better than i usually do, i checked my phone to see around 25 dms? something big mustve happened, i usually only wake up with around 3 or 4, at the most 5. first i checked the "girlfriends <3" groupchat, which had 4 messages.

T: PEPPI

T: WAKE UP MEI POSTED THE MESSAGE

F: SAY YOUR JOKING RN.

N: WHAT.

one from akilah

A: penelope, why would you do that to mei?!

three from jensen

J: peppi pls tell me mei is just joking.

J: you guys were best friends!

J: peppi?

two from nic

N: why would you do that to mei?!

N: never speak to me again.

one from leticia

L: jaime was so happy with her, why?!

two from jack

J: W move mei had it coming

J: #jaimexpeppiforlife

two from jazmine

J: your a nice person, but what you did to mei was too far!

J: say one more thing to her that isnt sunshine and rainbows and ill make sure you never see the light of day again.

two from olivia

O: mess with her again and your gonna regret it

O: slvt.

and 8 from jaime

J: I HATE YOU.

J: KYS YOU IDIOT

J: i hope you fall in a hole and die

J: i knew you were trying to hurt mei.

J: idek what to say anymore.

J: i wish we never met.

J: dont EVER talk to me or mei again.

J: our friendship is done.

i was already crying when mei sent me a message

M: have fun at school today f**kface <3!

today isnt gonna be pretty.

[nfnfnfnfndnfkfjfndksjsndnxjsojsn]

dont apologize for mlp posting !!! its your blog so you can talk abt what you want if you want to ... plus mlp is good

truetrue i do treat this thing like a diary ( ie randomly posting dark things just to talk about my yummy dinner like a DIARY maybe a pink fluffy one...) ANDYES i have so many thoughts about it like the magic system, why there's a pony for everyone and you cant really have any mane 6 pony since they all have their flaws but all can represent a person ( even though i love twilight , rainbowdash and fluttershy can be just like me fr ) AND HOW FRIENDHSIP IS MAGIC and even though i ignore the weird brony fandom i love the show as i started in the summer of ( 1-2 years ago ) i started on my birthday as i remember my grandma baking a cake the next day or brownies but it was summer. i watched the first ep on youtube and i was hooked i talked about how great it was and how it gave me a nice feeling ( note: at this time i was very lonely, isolated and still very dark as i love horror movies and stuff and wasn't positive ) the more i watched the show ( and my friendship with my BFF sammie grew ) it helped me navigate our friendship and actually teach me things as like said i grew up a lonely kid who didn't understand anything and it taught me communication is key and such but whats funny is my cousin ( grace ) loved mlp she loved it when she was a kid ( shes 2 years older than me ) but when i was like 5-6 i was like that's stupid!!!an for babies!!!and I'm no girly girl!!!!! but i secretly kind of watched it in the background i don't remember much but i didn't want to admit i hated being a tomboy so looking back on way later and me finishing the 1st ep and running to the porch to tell my grandma and sister how great it is and how fun and pretty and 'magical' it is has always held the show close to my heart as it was my first step into becoming me which is that i love the color pink and girly stuff I'm a full on proud horse g irl ( and a wolf girl..and a sea girl...) i told my dad and sister all about it each episode and such its just a really good show that helped me out a lot its fun and cute and i love everything about it down to the horses and grittyness ( of course it doesn't have its flaws but there's like 1 which is i wish twilight was still a bit sassy and she is so it doesn't matter shes just like me fr ) watching twilight go from friendless to very happy and queen of friendship made me feel like i could do the same and i did kind of ( at least me and sammies friendship grew ) idk its just a g good show to me i hold dear to my heart

( btw watching friendship games , sci twi is just like me FR!!!literally exact )

[crimsonophelia]

hi! could i request for an imagine involving childe and a gn reader? the reader is childe’s longtime childhood friend who’s more or less been in love with him since they were young—and they document the extent of their feelings in a diary (complete with embarrassingly detailed paragraphs planning out theirs and childe’s wedding, gushing over every little thing about him, incidents where they felt petty and jealous over childe showing interest in someone else, etc etc.) that they accidentally end up mailing to childe in liyue thinking it was the book they bought him as a gift.

when they realize the mix-up, they try to make a run for the post office to stop it from being sent to him, but it’s no use—it’s already been shipped out and sent off. how childe ends up responding, doing, or reacting is completely up to you! (i apologize if this request was a little long aha; i hope you have a wonderful day!)

featuring: childe x gn!reader

warnings: none

published: april 22 2021

form: imagine

a/n: thank you for requesting!! this is so cute~~ i love wholesome, bashful childe www

you couldn’t believe it. oh my god, you were such a huge, fucking idiot. how could you have gotten the letters mixed up with the bank documents??? the whole point of keeping your ridiculously embarrassing letters to tartaglia separate from the rest of your documents was just so something like THIS could never happen! 

the eleventh fatui harbinger had requested a few copies of official documents from northland bank to help zhongli with some funeral parlor legal paperwork, and you happily obliged, jumping at the opportunity to be of help to the boy you’ve admired for so long.

but for some reason, you were feeling particularly airheaded today. the night before, you had written yet another “letter” to tartaglia in your diary, much like the countless other sheets of paper clipped together, filled with endless words of yearning that will never be read by their intended recipient. you wrote:

“my dearest ajax,

i hope life as a harbinger is going well. i quite miss when we were back in snezhnaya as children, but i suppose i should thank celestia that fate brought us back together in liyue. i still cant help but to miss you each and every day, though. it feels like its been so long since we last got together and talked. i remember last time we had an actual conversation was at wangshu inn— was it three, no, four months ago? i cant quite recall. you looked so lovely, as usual. your smile never fails to make me laugh, especially with that one crooked tooth. i still love to bully you about that, you know. hopefully we can meet again soon, sincerely. im tired of being just friends, tartaglia. not when you look at me like that, and not when you always love to put your arm around my shoulder and pull me in to you every time we meet. i dont know how you feel about me—sometimes it appears as if you might feel the same, though i can never be sure. but i digress. life is rather lonely without you, and yet i manage to get by, somehow.

always yours,

[y/n]”

you tucked the letter amidst the stack of all the others, confident that they would never see the light of day. but somehow, somehow, your foolish, sleep-deprived brain mixed the letters in between the documents from the bank, and now tartaglia would know everything. all your foolish musings over the years, fawning over his rogueish charm like a child, yearning for your friend with such humiliating naïveté. this cannot happen. you have to get to him before the mail can, somehow. he was currently staying at an inn nearby the funeral parlor—there’s gotta be a way to be quicker than the mail deliverer.

you hurried out of your office and hailed the first rickshaw you see lined up on the street, and ordered him to drive you to the inn, as soon as humanly possible.

upon arrival, you leapt out of the seat, tossing an indiscriminately large fare at the driver before stumbling onto the sidewalk, almost dropping your things. slamming open the door to the inn, you reach the front counter. asking breathlessly, “which room is mr. tartaglia staying in?”, you hurry to the room the doorman indicates to be the fatui’s residence.

but before you get the chance to even look for the room, you turn the corner and slam into a taller body. to your dismay, you look up and see the face of a shocked tartaglia looking down at you, a stack of papers tucked under his arm. shit.

shit shit shit. this cannot be happening right now. maybe he hasn’t read the letters yet? slim chance, though—he’s always been nosy.

“[y/n]...” Childe looked at you with a pained glint in his eyes. he reached out for your arm with his free hand.

ah. so he knew.

you tried to jerk away, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarassment and the pressure that always comes before tears. things are never going to be the same again. all because of my stupidity.

you felt yourself colliding with the wall of tartaglia’s chest again, as he abruptly dropped all he was holding. a pair of arms wrapped themselves assuredly around your waist, so familiar, yet so foreign. not able to hold yourself together for any longer, you let yourself go, crying into tartaglia’s chest, your voice racked with harsh, humiliating, childish sobs.

“why did you hide it from me for so long?” you felt tartaglia whisper into your hair, his breath grazing your scalp. his warmth was so delicious, something youve been craving for so long finally being satiated.

looking up, his usual charming smirk was much more sad, almost guilt-ridden. “i care about you so much [y/n]. you know you can tell me anything, right?”

gasping for air, you felt so ashamed for making such a scene in front of him. “i was so scared, ajax. scared that i would drag you down, or scared you would leave me behind.” you couldn’t bear to meet the pained gaze of the boy yoy so hopelessly fell in love with.

his rough hand smoothed over your hair, comforting you like he used to, back when you two were children in snezhnaya. drawing you effortlessly closer towards him, until you felt his lips plant a chaste kiss upon your forehead.

“you know i love you, [y/n], don’t you? i always have and i always will.”

you clung on to him tighter, fearing what the world might return to if you ever let go. you couldn’t let him slip through your fingers, not again.

“i don’t want you to suffer because of me anymore, my dear.”

a/n: to clarify YES THIS IS A HAPPY ENDING READER AND CHILDE GET TOGETHER i just didnt wanna go any further and do a complete 180 on the tone lolol i hope this is okay!!

[pukwudgie-tremaine]

Thursday, November 23, 2017. (TW: Self Harm)

Least Favorite Holiday:  Thanksgiving (which is today spending it back in Mississipi with my Stepmother and Stepsister Drizella).  

I can already feel the ghosts and demons coming back.  My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost.  

Worse?  Ever since I got back Edelina, my stepmother won’t let me forget the loss to the Wampus team.  She’s constantly hovering over me in the kitchen watching me (so I don’t sneak any food) reminding me and making me feel something Cato Pillar said that day: “Probably not though because this is real life and underdogs don’t win.” 

I'm a broken person.  I’m broken into a million useless pieces.  I think maybe I'm one of those underdogs broken beyond repair and this is real life and underdogs like me don’t win or find happiness.  I’m a broken thing, the girl broken beyond all repair.  I’m broken confidence, my dreams and wishes are just things ending in despair.  I’m broken hearted, the pain made fresh.  Cause I’m just an underdog.

Anyway, Drizella managed to spill red wine during Thanksgiving Dinner and of course, I get blamed for it!  Apparently, I didn’t lay the tablecloth smooth enough. Stuck with getting the stain out by hand or face going to bed hungry again. Craving as much as something - anything - but I guess I might as well settle with eating grass (not like that would be the first time and won’t be my last).  Since Drizella flung raspberries in the hot water and the water instantly stained the cloth anyway to an even deeper red color.  How many more days do I have left before I go back to Ilvermorny again?

Cause I’m sitting on the beach at 2am in the morning starving and writing this as I’m cutting myself.  There are seven cuts on my wrist now (

going to cover them up with bracelets so no one will notice

).  They didn’t even hurt.  Stuck with watching the ocean knowing, my feelings are like the ocean.  The waves are pretty big and rough, even on nice lazy days.  They still sweep over me and pull out all the good thoughts, begging me to slip into the undertow.  Now I’m all alone with just my thoughts, staying up only to torture myself but let's be honest the real torture is the pain of starvation.  

[obsoleteandobvious]

Dear diary,

Sometimes i wonder if alice ever wished she never found a way out of the rabbit hole because sometimes when the gravity is pulling you down more than it should, when the earth just dont spin right and you can feel it down your feet or when you keep changing the batteries in your clock because the earth has wondered off its orbit, it is these illusions of clouds and half moon which motivates you to take a step forward, and again,the beautiful lies we tell ourselves what keeps us going. The world we create, that let us breathe.

Today, marks one month since ive been to the third level. My wife, she will never believe me. But iam sure that ive been there. Like alice have been to wonderland. and i think we have all fell into a rabbithole of our own,

When the edges of this world gets sharp we seek another, , Live not in your head but in reality is what they say, but Is'nt reality something we make up ourselves?

We paint our own reality and claim the colours are dim, and that there is nowhere beyond them. But there is. Beyond the horizons there lies a world so real you feel fictional. And i have ran off the borders of the universe, away from the reality ive painted into the world where dreamers reside into the word where the light cant trick you. This world, is a bit sad with sun not yellow and the moon with no light, but i assure you it is better than this world with blue skies,where it is game of finding who can bite back their tears the best. And yet we find a way out, we always do. Because that is how things are, no matter how hard we try there is no way we can run away from this universe forever,

even after we bid our bodies goodbye, we live on, taking and retaking shapes.There is no escape from these shackles on my wrists and feet clanking with the weight of life.

I wonder if alice ever wishes she never found a way out bacause my lord, i do.

[astrochemstry]

Jared with a reader who is a writer:

Im trying to cope with school guys this is gonna be a lot tbh maybe i should make a blog for this guy idk

Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Gender neutral reader

Inspired by this post (x)

Good luck bro

Seriously this guy is gonna make it h ELL

He found out you write bcs maybe you have this special notebook for it

Or like youre on the phone and have a specific app or its just that youre typing for too long

And he took it

Forgive him hes an asshole

Thought it was a diary at first tbh

“Dear diary- wait what?? This happened to them???”

Uh you found out and ofc youre mad bcs bruh thats my privacy

Also HC hes a fast reader

Read almost everything youve wrote and is

IMPRESSED AS HELL

But ofc he wont just admit that right there i mean

*Jared voice* who does that???

couGh anyways maybe you ignore him and stuff

Or act coldly bcs of that

And hes trying to figure out how to apologize

Evan knows abt the situation and is trying to help

Evan: why would you take their stuff in the first place??

Jared: I don't know maybe they don't wanna talk anymore i shouldnt try-

Connor, from what i could get from the Wiki and the book, is a decent listener

AND THAT COUNTS FOR GOSSIP TOO

Connor: Just get up and talk to them. They want you to.

Jared is surprised actually bcs wow THE Connor Murphy just gave him advice

“Uh- thanks. Ill.. Ill try.” “Don't mention it.”

And for Jared, for some reason he just wanted to say this: “Uh, sorry about the.. The school shooter- uh, chic comment.” then he runs away lmao

Connor yells back “Good practice but you’re a coward”

I feel like i just made a mini fic rn oh shit im getting off track anyways uH

HE APOLOGIZES

WELL NOT DIRECTLY

He sits down with you and as youre about to get up and leave he just goes

“You know, maybe you can add some buff guy into that story of yours since it could fit the theme.”

He Starts giving you ideas lmao

In the middle of it he mumbles a “sorry.” and looks down bcs aw shit aw shiit

Forgive him immediately or tease him a bit your choice

Also if youre a fanfiction writer Hes gonna make jokes

“Soo, you just write fanfiction for people?” “yeah.” “and yourself?” “yep.” “So you’re like a Modern day Edgar Allan Poe?” “He didnt write fanfiction?” “But he wrote to escape reality-”

he requests stuff but its crack lmao

"Hey can you make me a fanfic where Dumbledore and Snape didnt die"

Overall, supportive bro- just cant express it well

[lapse-000]

The diary || part 2 ||

Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

Blood POV

Its been what 3 days since the incident with tom riddles diary.

Me and (M/F/N) are still a lil confused but mostly scared. OF COURSE WE WOULD BE SCARED !!! Just having a nice day and then it ending with something scary like this.

Havent touched the diary since. Maybe just maybe i should. I sat up from the couch and went upstairs to my room, looking for the diary.

'Where is it. I left it here somewhere' i thought to myself.

''Looking for this ?'' a voice said behind me. I turned around quickly to find the one and only Tom Riddle, holding the diary.

I am shocked to say the least. How did he get here ? Wasnt he like i dont know in the diary far far from me ? WASNT HE IN A DIFFERENT FREAKING UNIVERS !?!

For a minute we just stared at each other. I noticed that he was infact wearing normal clothes not some kind of robes. A simple white T-Shirt and black jeans, some dark green converse, And a few rings on his fingers.

"Stop staring"  Tom said in a low voice that just sent chills down my spine. "Now tell me where did you get this dary".

I didnt answer because i was frozen in place. What was i even supposed to say ? Didnt i already tell him i got it at a Harry Potter store ?

'Well he wouldnt exactly know what a Harry Potter store is' i thought to myself.

"Answer me !" His loud booming voice sent me back into reality.

"I already told you" i said with a shaky voice. "But i would love to know how did you get here cause youre just a fictional character in a film." i said very quickly. I didnt know what to do. I never planned for this. No one planned for this.

"Well if im just a fictional character from a film shouldnt you know about how i can get here with  this diary, a horcrux ?" Tom said, slowly walking towards me.

I slowly started shaking. Fearing that he may torture me, or even kill me. Tears started to build up in my eyes as he walked closer until he was in front of me, the look of anger on his face made me want to hideaway in a corner.

When he saw how i was shaking and almost crying his face softened a bit, and he backed away a little. I was confused. When does Tom, the Tom Riddle  care that he is inavding someones personal space.

"I am sorry for the harshnes but i would love to get a proper answer."...did Tom j ust apologize ? i think he did. Omg. That something ne- "And i would want a answer because i cant seem to go back" his voice inturupted me. For a moment we stared at each other again Cant get back ?

"W-what do you mean you cant get back" i stuttered a bit. Still shaken up from the minute before.

"I just cant get back" he simply stated. "Either something has happened to the diary in...my universe or in this universe i have no magic".

I have to call (M/F/N).

-1H time skip-

"So youre telling me, that the Tom Riddle is actually him, from Harry Potter and he cant get back ?" (M/F/N) said still shocked from the news, and from seeing Tom right in front of him.

"Yes. How many times am i going to have to tell you" i said finally calming down.

"I dont get it" my dear friend said.

"I'll have to say, youre friend is quite stupid" Tom said from the chair that he has been sitting in.

"Dont you dare say that about my best friend !" i yelled trowing a pillow at Tom.

"I might not  have magic here but i can still you know, kill you, torture you" he said slowly and darkly while smirking.

"Blood call the police !" (M/F/N) said franticaly.

"We would be long dead and he would already have run away. The police cant do anything." I said while keeping a eye on Riddle. He was still smirking but directly at me. Icould slowly feel a blush creep up my face.

This must be the weirdest day i have ever had.

[captain-kingliamsqueen]

Diary of  A Star Crossed Lover

just a short series...well not really a series...but still a series!, that ive been working on! there are a few series i’’ve had to put on hold as im just not feeling them right now, and i only want to put my best out for you to read! hope you enjoy this series as much as i have enjoyed writing it!

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Liam x MC

Summary: Liam dives into riley most inner thoughts and dreams...

Word Count: 1,822

Masterlist

ASK IF YOU WANT TAGGED! SORRY IF I MISSED ANYONE!

I always notice every single spelling mistake or issue after I’ve posted…so apologies in advance!

Tags aren’t working so I will be tagging in the comments. Ive tried to tag everyone, please don’t hesitate to msg and let me know if i forgot to tag you! 

It had been a long day for the Queen in waiting, she had nothing but classes, meetings, anything and everything that could possibly prepare her for being Queen of Cordonia. 

Riley was just getting out of the shower when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. Riley wrapped her dressing gown around her then made her way to the door. When she opened the door she was met with Liam's face.

“Liam! Hi” she grinned

“Hi” he blushed realising she was stood in only her dressing gown. “I can go if I’m disturbing you”

“oh be quiet, come in” she smiled as she stepped aside to let him past, shutting the door behind him “Just give me a few minutes” she smiled as she made her way into her bathroom, shutting the door over after her.

Liam looked around at her things scattered across the room, chuckling to himself, this was Riley's room, he most definitely wasn’t surprised at the mess of things.

It was just about a week since Liam had proposed to Riley in new York, since then they had been inseparable.

As Liam went to sit down, he felt something underneath him causing him to move over, he looked over to see a green notebook. He lifted it up and opened the front cover, seeing Riley's name he realised it was some kind of diary…he quickly closed it over again not wanting to intrude on her privacy. It was just then that Riley walked out of the bathroom in some lounge pants and a vest top. She seen Liam just as he was putting the diary back down. Liam knew she had seen him so he mentioned it before she could bring it up.

“I’m sorry…I promise I didn’t read anything, as soon as I seen it was a diary I put it down.”

“it’s alright, I mean, you can read it if you want” she stated as she pulled her hairbrush through her short blonde hair “that’s the diary I kept during the social season and through your engagement to madeleine” she added as she made her way over to him. “so I can guarantee there’s some juicy pages about you” she winked with a grin as she leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips. “you’re going to be my husband; I don’t have anything to hide from you”

“Juicy pages about me you say?” he smirked as he cupped her cheeks in his hands.

“just a few” she giggled before giving him a kiss.“are you staying here tonight?” she asked hopeful that she wasn’t going to have to sleep alone again, she made her way over to her dresser where she started applying her moisturiser.

“I shouldn’t…I can get into a lot of trouble” he whispered as he stood from the sofa and made his way over to her, placing his hands on her waist and pressing his lips to her shoulder.

“that wasn’t a no” she laughed “I understand why, I just…we’re getting married, Liam, we’ve already slept together, we’re going to spend the rest of our lives sleeping together”

“I know…im dying for you to move into my quarters with me…”

“then whats stopping us?”

“the court”

“the court can kiss my ass! You’re the King of Cordonia, you can literally take a man’s life and not get into trouble…but moving in with your fiancé…your soon to be wife is so bad!”

“I know, it’s ridiculous!”

“then do something about it” she smirked as she turned into his hold. “so I’ll ask again…are you staying with me tonight…all night?”

Liam grinned as he looked down at Riley, “yeah…ill stay with you…all night…I promise”

“good, because it’s pretty cold tonight so I’m going to need my human radiator”

“then I am at your service!” he smirked as he crouched and wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her over his shoulder

“Liam!!” Riley laughed as he made his way over to the bedroom, he dropped her onto the bed with a chuckle .

“I take it, it’s bedtime then?” she smirked

“yes, but we won’t be doing much sleeping” Liam informed with a smirk as he threw himself down beside her. The two spent the remainder of the night entangled in each other.

It was early hours of the morning Liam had awoken and couldn’t get back to sleep. He sighed as he turned onto his side, Riley's diary caught the corner of his eye. He stretched as he sat himself up then lifted the leather book. He put his reading glasses on then opened it.

 June 12th

Dear Diary…

Some days are easy some days are tough. Today was one of those tough days…For years I have suffered from anxiety…questioning every little thing I say or do, or things that other people say and do to me. I awoke this morning and I felt so mentally drained, I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to do anything. I couldn’t do anything.

What I find strange…what annoys me the most, is I know I shouldn’t dwell on things that have happened, I know I shouldn’t dwell on the past, I cant change anything so why let it get me down…but that feeling of anxiousness, dread and fear just takes over not just your head but your whole body, you feel so tired and drained, you feel awful, but there’s nothing you can do to change it, just end up falling into a deeper hole, the more you think about it. I just want to have one full day where I don’t feel like shit, 24 hours where I can just be happy and not overthink EVERYTHING! …Maybe one day.

Love you Muchly, Riley

Liam's heart sank as he read about Riley's struggles. Liam looked over at his wife, he gently tucked a fallen piece of hair behind her ear as she slept. “I love you” he whispered. He flipped the page over then grinned when he seen the date

June 13th

Dear Diary

I met the most AMAZING man! Liam…His name was Liam. The second I seen him, I felt like my heart stopped…how can you feel that way about a total stranger…then he spoke and I nearly fell right into his arms, I could barely talk! It honestly felt like I was talking to someone I had known for years. After my shift, Liam asked if I could show them wheres good to go in town, instead I took them to the cove on the beach, it was amazing, Drake was building fires, Maxwell was running rampant, and Liam and I got the spend some more time together. conversation with him was so easy, when he told me he wanted to see the statue of liberty before he left for Cordonia, oh did I forget to mention…hes a king…A KING!, I couldn’t pass up the chance to fulfil a dream! Especially one of Liam's! we kissed…Liam and I Kissed…sparks everywhere, it was like electricity flowed through us it was crazy…my heart was pounding in my chest, I’m surprised he didn’t hear it! it was the most amazing Kiss ive ever had!...but now…he’s gone…gone to get married…and whoever it is that gets the privilege of being his wife…well she’s the luckiest woman in the world and she better cherish him because he’s a damn good egg!

Love you Muchly, Riley x

Liam's cheeks had flustered, reading Riley's first thoughts about him.

“Liam?” Riley questioned as she turned over realising he wasn’t sleeping.

“I’m here sweetheart, go back to sleep”

“what are you doing up?”

“I woke and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I’m doing a little light reading” he grinned, Riley shuffled closer to her, pulling the duvet over her a little more.

“did you start from the beginning?” she asked as she sat up and lifted his arm, ducking her head under it to cuddle into him.

“of course” he replied as he held her a little tighter

“it was like electricity flowed through us, it was crazy…my heart was pounding in my chest, I’m surprised he didn’t hear it! It was the most amazing kiss I’ve ever had”

Riley blushed as she buried her face into his chest.

“I didn’t need to hear it…I felt it” he grinned as he lifted her hand in his and placed it over his heart.

“and I want you to know, that if you ever feel anxious, or like your having a bad day, I want you to tell me…I want you to confide in me, because I will ALWAYS be here for you no matter what, if I have to drop a meeting at last minute…I will, if I have to cancel an outing to help you…I will, being queen is going to be one of the hardest things you’ve ever done, it may not seem like it from all the pleasantries, but I can tell you right now, it’s the most stressful job to have bestowed upon you, you will need someone to confide in, and I am more than happy to be that someone, whether it be country related or just in our personal lives, I will be here for you no matter what. I love you Riley, I have from the minute I met you” he whispered

“I love you so much” she replied in the same tone.

Liam closed the diary over and placed it back on the side table, then he scooted back down to lay down properly as Riley done the same. The two cuddled together as they fell back to sleep.

 The next morning Riley groaned as she turned over pulling the duvet around her to keep her warm, as she went to cuddled into Liam, she was met with an empty bed, she frowned as her eyes flickered open and seen Liam was gone. Riley sighed as she climbed from the bed, pulling her robe on along with her slippers, then she made her way towards the bathroom, picking up everything she needed for her morning shower on the way. Riley walked in, shutting the door behind her, she removed her slippers then her robe as she turned around, she squealed seeing a very naked Liam in the shower smirking.

“JESUS! FOR GODSAKES LIAM I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU! YOU’RE LUCKY I DIDN’T HAVE ANYTHING IN MY HANDS TO HIT YOU WITH!”

Liam laughed as he poked his head out. “it was too funny! Your face has literally made my day! will you come join me?” he reached his hand out to her.

Riley agreed as she took his hand and stepped into the shower.

“you’re an asshole! I thought you left me in the middle of the night”

“I told you I wouldn’t leave, I promised!” he laughed as Riley stood under the falling water.

“I know, and I believed you, but then I woke up to an empty bed and I thought you left.” She frowned as she wrapped her arms around his chest.

“hey…” Liam whispered “have I ever broke my promises to you?”

“no”

“then you have no reason to doubt me” he smiled as he leaned down to place a kiss on her head.

[dullweapons-a]

@bransles​   /   04.     entry made after experiencing a nightmare. for ray

                 DEAR DIARY .  .  .  ( writing prompt )

4am

my hands shiver as i hold the pen. sorry about the shitty writing. dawn said it was a good idea to try to write out my nightmares. something about helping me remember that they’re just nightmares. that they cant really hurt me. but then why do they ? i’m struggling to fucking breath. there are many goddess damn splatters on ink of the page i can barely make out what i’m writing . switching out between so many versions of hylian no modern man could make it out . guess thats good . no one can read it but me. 

in the dream i was going to work , i almost thought it was real with how mundane it was . being an odd probation officer to octavo after that horrible dancing spell he placed on all of hyrule. he’s a good man , nice to talk too .  he’s pretty cute too but when i got there , he wasn’t there . 

annabell was . 

she sat on his desk , swinging her legs like a child - her anklets jingling with every little kick. i remember how she made music with her dancing . she was playfully picking at his lute as if it was her own. singing her language-less songs . she turned her head and just smiled at me. gods she looked just as beautiful as she did all those years ago. i always know how these dreams go, but i can’t help myself from running to her . pulling her close and kissing her again. i can smell her - she smells so sweet , i’ll never forget it.  i press deeper into our kiss, my hands reaching for the ties in the back of her dress.

she breaks the kiss to look up at me and says so sweetly: 

are you sure you haven’t created an idol out me ?

               warning ; gore , violence & murder !!!

a dagger finds itself in my neck. always she hurts me. is it her ghost haunting me for what i’ve done?  havent i suffered enough? I loved you so much why why why why im sorry im sorry im sorrv------

              the pen nib snaps with a horrid sound against the parchment, ink splattering everywhere like blood. each inhale of air was quick  &  paired frantic fingers pull at his neckline as he cries silently. he didn’t want to wake up his fellow demon, sleeping so peacefully in the bed next to him. how can she sleep so soundly ? does the memories of the past not haunt her ? suppose her lands were clean. 

finding a new nib he continues. 

i fall, struggling to breath and crawling away from her. i try to speak, something to get her to stop but i’m choking on my own blood. it hurts so much but she keeps smiling down at me. annabell walks up to me, straddling her legs around me. perhaps if this wasn’t a nightmare i would have found this attractive. instead i’m terrified of what she will do this time. every time she is brutal as she is beautiful. this isn’t even the worst one . i try to say i’m sorry but she stabs me again - again and again and again . i feel my eyes roll back in my head but with another stab i jolt to look at her again. 

but its not her anymore. it’s octavo, covered in my blood. his lips part to speak in a language he shouldn’t know. 

‘”your memories overlap over one another . she was a good girl .”

guess i see a bit of her in him as well. am i trying to find a replacement? either way he finishes the job that annabell started. 

i pray octavo doesn’t notice how jumpy i might be today .

[rigginsstreet]

tagged by @seancamerons to rank britney tracks by album which excites me VERY much lol any fellow britney fans following me feel free to do this as well

baby one more time:

from the bottom of my broken heart

i will be there

born to make you happy

you drive me crazy

i will still love you

baby one more time

thinkin about you

deep in my heart

autumn goodbye

soda pop

sometimes

i’ll never stop loving you

the beat goes on

email my heart

oops i did it again:

what u see (is what u get)

one kiss from you

dont go knockin on my door

cant make you love me

lucky

stronger

oops i did it again

dear diary

dont let me be the las to know

(i cant get no) satisfaction

when your eyes say it

where are you now

britney (fucking boptina of an album. my favorite):

cinderella

bombastic love

lonely

overprotected (both versions but darkchild remix slaps harder)

im a slave 4 u

anticipating

i love rock n roll

boys

what its like to be me

let me be

im not a girl not yet a woman

thats where you take me

i run away

before the goodbye

when i found you

in the zone:

showdown

me against the music

brave new girl

breathe on me

shadow

everytime

i got that boom boom

early mornin

touch of my hand

the hook up

toxic

outrageous

blackout

break the ice

toy soldier

freakshow

ooh ooh baby

piece of me

get back

everybody

get naked (i got a plan)

heaven on earth

perfect lover

gimme more

why should i be sad

hot as ice

radar

circus:

shattered glass

out from under

phonography

lace and leather

blur

if u seek amy

womanizer

kill the lights

circus

rock me in

mannequin

mmm papi

unusual you

radar

my baby

femme fatale:

inside out

hold it against me

criminal

gasoline

seal it with a kiss

till the world ends

trouble for me

drop dead beautiful

i wanna go

don’t keep me waiting

he about to lose me

selfish

trip to your heart

big fat bass

up n down

how i roll

britney jean:

perfume

don’t cry

alien

passenger

now that i found you

work bitch

tik tik boom

til it’s gone

hold on tight

brightest morning star

chillin with you

body ache

it should be easy

glory (i just gave this a relisten the other day so ... this ranking might be more accurate than the others since its fresher in my mind lol):

liar

man on the moon (FORGOT WHAT A FUCKING BOP THIS IS)

change your mind

mood ring

swimming in the stars

slumber party

clumsy

love me down

better

what you need

make me

just luv me

hard to forget ya

do you wanna come over

coupure electrique

just like me

invitation

matches

if im dancing

private show

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “Substitutiary Locomotion”. Jaylos’s room. Carlos is working on a new machine to help them with finding Ben)

Jay: so run this by me again. This is gonna be a...?

Carlos: This IS a DNA tracking device. Two months after dad got the crown we were paired up for an intergrade scirnce fair.

Jay: yeah?

Carlos: I only needed him for one thing. Hair. Hair from dad. Nail clippings from mom, skin flakes from Doug, lipstick blotter from Evie, towel from lonnie, dessert spoon from Jane and I already had loads of dna from you. Because you never clear out the shower drain

Jay: I’ve gotten better at that

Carlos: uhhhh...no. No you haven’t. Hence the inordinate tips I give the cleaning staff

Jay (dryly): thanks sweets

Carlos: you’re welcome dear. Now. Once it’s ready we can go back to the others and finally find my father

(In the halls of the school a certain pirate is lingering near a suit of armour)

Harry (drolly): I can feel you lurking Jay

Hadie (brightly): Jay’s still with Carlos. It’s me. Your brother

(Harry jumps a foot in the air, startled and laund in Hadie’s arms bridal style)

Harry: why...

Hadie: you looked distracted. I thought I could help

Uma (walking up to them): well, ya can’t. Move it or loose it Silkrobe. I wanna talk to him.

Hadie: ok, ok. But (he grabs her upper arm) if you upset him you’ll have me to answer to.

Uma: I’m not scared of you.

Hadie: oh of course you’re not. You’re the sea witches scion. You know what? I see it. I really do. Slimmer. Younger. No lines on your face yet. But the personality. The physicality. The voice. You’re more like Ursula then you care to admit.

(Uma looks like she swallowed an owl whole)

Hadie: I’ll leave you two to chat

(He leaves and Harry approaches her)

Harry: you’re getting called out a lot ain’t ya?

Uma (calming down): I just wanted to tell you that I was wrong.

Harry: hmmmmm?

Hadie: take this dictaphone and commit it to memory. It’ll help when you have another lovers tiff.

Huma: OUT!

Hadie: sorry

(He slinks away)

Uma: I’m sorry.

Harry: for what?

Uma: not believing you, calling you a liar. You know. That whole schtick.

Harry: that’s god. What tipped you off.

Uma: the eye glow and fire hair.

Harry: ahhh. Well then. You’re forgiven. But I am gonna hold it over you. For a long long time

Uma: I’d expect nothing less

(Off towards the side Evie’s looking pissed off)

Evie: great. Now they’re both happy.

Celia: you really do hate them don’t you?

Evie: more then you will ever know

(Near there entrance Mal’s vainly trying to call Ben again)

Mal: please please please work. You have never not answered me when I needed you before so there’s no use in starting now GODDAMIT!

(She throws her phone against the walls and squats down in frustration her head in her hands. She lets out a guttural shuddering screams and vines shoot out from the floor. Hadie pulls Gil away, Evie pulls Celia away, Uma pulls Harry away and Harriet pulls Cj away from the violent magical burst)

Gil: remember what Milo said. Focus on what you can do right now and not what can’t be immediately fixed

Mal: I know I know. It’s just that URGH. I want Ben to be here. Cause at least then I know he’s safe.

Gil: my brother has magic just like yours. He’s fine.

Hadie: Gil’s right.

Mal: how? How could you possibly know. You heard the gunshots. Ben could be anywhere. Unconscious. Bleeding out. Dying. He could already be dead.

Hadie: well. A. If he has you’re magic as you well know he has then he’s nigh invulnerable. B. If he died I would’ve felt it. Doug too. I have this sort of. Radar. Not a gaydar Evie. A real one it’s sort of a feeling. I can feel the exact moment someone’s died. Two people have died in this building. But they’re fully human. Their stamp is different. And the second gunshot was a cover up. I think.

Mal: then how do we find Ben.

Carlos (sauntering in with the tracking device and followed by Jay who’s got the biggest grin on his face): I may be able to help with that oh mother of mine. Behold ladies and gentlemen. And sea witch and bastard pirates. My DNA tracking device. And one of dad’s hairs.

Mal (walking hopefully over to him): really. You brilliant child MWAH (she kisses him on the forehead) uh how does it work?

Carlos (slightly embarrassed but still a little smug): like so

(He puts the strand into the slat. It beeps getting faster and faster and more and more higher pitched. The fizzles out and dies)

Carlos: This didn’t happen last time. And no Evie I literally just fixed it up. I did everything correctly. Why isn’t it. Why isn’t it working? CMON DAMN YOU. WORK. I WANNA FIND MY DAD. ARRRRRGH

(He throw the machine away and copies Mal’s previously hunched over forlorn stance)

Carlos (near tears): I just want my dad back.

(Jay crouches down and hugs him tight)

Gil: what hair did you use?

Carlos: dads! What kind of hair do you think I would’ve used for finding the fucking king?

Gil: purple.

Carlos: huh?

Gil: Ben’s hair is purple now. Like Mal’s. He’s got her magic. And the ember finished the metamorphosis. His hair’s completely purple now. Ergo cinnamon coloured hair wouldn’t work anymore because he’s not fully human anymore.

Harry: what the fuck

Uma: you never used to be this comprehensible

Gil: I’m not just a pretty face and a hot bod now. Cranial gears are turning constantly in this ol noggin of mine. I like it here

Carlos: so, I’m not a failure

Mal (smiling reassuringly): not even close

Evie: you never were C.

Jay: at least we know it still works.

Hadie: our nephews a genius

Harry: he ain’t my nephew. He’s my would be victim

Mal: I can turn into a dragon so watch your cartoonishly lipless mouth

Harry: or what?

Mal: how does a gangly fillet mingon sound?

Harry: I dunno what that is but since you’re the one that said it then it’s gonna mean my death

Mal: so you finally managed to win at connect the dots. Congratulations dickbrain

Cj: Harry

Harry: give me one good reason I should snap you’re fugly little neck right now

Jay: Mal

Mal (sarcastically): uhhhh I’m a dragon which is how we started this ridiculous skit in the first place

Gil: HEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!! Look!

(The other ten follow the direction he’s pointing in. While Mal and hook were arguing the suits of armour snuck up on them. A hundred of them from all over the school. All to stop them in their tracks. This is when the opening to “this is war” happens)

Carlos: oh. My. Grandfather

Evie: what do we do?

Mal: uhhhh

Evie: Mal! WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO?

Uma: we fight. This is what we know.

Mal: I think they want me

Jay: nuh uh. No way. Ain’t gonna happen. You are not pulling the self sacrificial care. Not again.

Celia: I can take em

Core five, Huma, Hadie and the hook sisters: think again kiddo

Celia: oh I can fight

Mal: it’s a warning

Jay: a what?

(This is when “this is war” starts fully. After the song Mal nearly collapses but Jay catches her)

Mal: ohhh I cant believe that worked

Jay: you alright

Mal: don’t worry about me. Celia, you doing ok?

Uma: she’s fine

Celia: I can speak for myself thanks. I’m fine Mal.

Mal: good. Now we need to send a message to Maleficent and Chad. Maybe if I

Harry: oh for fucks sake. There’s more of them

(Sure enough. Thirty more suits of armour are marching towards the eleven vks)

Mal: of course. Oh my god I’m an idiot, not one word, from any of you or your tongue will disappear. If it’s Maleficent’s spell then

Jay: only another spell will counteract it

Evie: but what spell can counteract that of a dark fairy armed with the fairy godmothers wand.

Hadie: that of a god

(They all turn to look at him)

Hadie: with a little help from a free genie and child prodigy of course

Jaylos: we’re in

Mal: I hope to our father you know what you’re doing

Hadie: I’m a disciple of Dionysus. The first of this generation actually. What better way to stop the embodiment of evil with the embodiment of fun?

Mal: I wouldn’t know. I was never much fun

Evie: it’s true. I have it written on record in my diary.

Mal: oh that reminds me. Now we’re really sisters. I can read your diary with impunity

Evie: you can’t. Seriously. You can’t. It’s locked in a chest in my macrame room. And no one but Doug and I are allowed in my macrame room

Mal: That’s because it’s not a macrame room isn’t it? It’s you and Doug’s own private little love

Carlos: ohhhhkay. Let’s break this up before someone, Evie, gets thrown through a window or shot apart with glass.

Hadie: I concur nephew. Now everyone get to safety. Jay, Carlos and I will handle things from here

(Mal and Uma poof everyone else out of the room)

Hadie (eyes glowing a steely grey): suit of armor strong and true/make this metal bust a move

(This is when “cha cha slide” happens. After the song Hadie steps up to the final suit of armour)

Hadie: I believe my dear sister should have the honour of felling this one don’t you?

Jay: I should think so yes. What about you C?

Carlos: just tell em it’s safe to come back and dispense with the bullshit

Jay: Mal, Evie, Gil, Celia. Guys, it’s ok to come back now.

Hadie: Harry too

Jay: urgh...fine. Fathead as well.

(Two streams of smoke, one purple and one turquoise, swirl up from the floor and the other eight vks appear)

Mal: so what’s with the, uh, lone cyberman?

Jay: first of all, impeccable reference. Second of all, the three of us thought that you should do away with this yahoo

Mal: why?

Uma: yeah, why should she do it

Jay: because Mal is queen and you, captain calamari, barely qualify as a peasant. Go on M.

Mal: ok, ok. Ok. How do I...? OOH! I know. Ahem. (Her eyes start glowing). Go back to your masters, tell them that the vks are back in Auradon. We are running them out of town. And we are not gonna rest until they’re defeated. GO!

(The final suit of armour marches away)

Hadie: you’re incredible

(Uma looks mortally offended)

Mal: thanks. If you’ll excuse me (she takes a long swig if whiskey out of a hip flask) ohhhh that’s much better

Uma: is she seriously gonna be doing this most of the day?

Mal: probably. Milo’s asleep. So I’ve not got my therapist in hand.

Jay: if you don’t like it you can go

Hadie: please, please go

Evie: and ideally take a long walk off a short pier

Carlos: and get eaten by sharks

Celia: she’s my sister guys

Jaylos, Evie and Hadie: Sorry Ceels

Celia: Don’t be. She’s a drag

Mal: we need to find Ben

Carlos: agreed

Mal: so here’s what we’re gonna do. Evie, Uma and I are gonna take Celia to Evie and Doug’s place you’re rest up, I know you say you’re fine but your dad told me to look after you and I’m not ready to gain my inheritance yet

Uma: huh

Celia: dad’ll kill her if I get hurt or die

Uma: ohhhh

Mal: Jay, Carlos, Gil, Hadie. You guys look for Ben. The forest, the lake, surrounding areas. Any other places you can think of.

Hadie (joyfully): oh wait wait wait.

Mal: yeah?

Hadie: there’s a lot of intermagical tension within this little group and I personally feel that it could be dissipated if we do something about it

Mal: heh?

Hadie: an ice breaker

(The others groan outwardly)

Hadie (oblivious): I’ll go first. Harry

Harry (to himself): oh shit

Hadie: I love that your head has shrunk down from your infancy

(There’s a highly troubled silence)

Hadie (brightly): who’d like to go next

Carlos: I will. Gil. I love that you took to inventing like a duck to water.

Hadie: awww

Carlos: I’m not done yet. Uma. I hate you.

Hadie: ok...?

Carlos: I hate your. Idiocy. Your shortsightedness. Your malevolence. Your vindictiveness. Your. Obsession with one upping my mother. But if I’d course you don’t do you? Not if you’re the one in the right. Do you even know what he tried to do to me? Five years ago on my eleventh birthday I got lost in the marketplace. Separated from Mal and jay. I wandered into the docks. And I heard barking. Loud. Feral. Wolf like barking. I ran. But he cornered me. I yelled for help. And I heard you laughing. You laughed as I cried for someone to save me. Someone did. Evie. Did. She stabbed him in the leg. We left Harry bleeding out on the floor. But I still have nightmares sometimes. And I think I’ll always have them. But that’s ok. But you have to keep that away from me if you ever want me to see you as anything other than a petty vindictive shrimpy looking bitch.

Hadie (nonplussed): wow. Harry is this true?

Harry (very very surprised but not at all ashamed): well I uh...oh yeah. And I’d do it again. It was a really fun time for me

Carlos: I’m gonna kill him

Mal: bury the body in the forest. We’ll split up into two groups. My sister and cousins with me. Jay leads the search for Ben. Carlos Gil and Hadie go with him

Uma: and what about them?

(She points to the hook sibling)

Mal: honestly I blocked them out. Uhhhh.

Carlos: they can go with us.

Everyone else: what?

Carlos: my boyfriends a genie. My uncles a god. They can keep them in line. And as the cliche goes. Keep those you hate in short spikes

Cj: that is not the

Mal, Jay and Evie: yes it is.

Hadie: so I guess this is where we part ways. Awww. Our little family’s breaking up. I’m sad now

(Audrey walks in just as Hadie’s about to bear hug Evie)

Audrey: Mal?

Mal (relieved): Audrey? Good. You’re not asleep. He’s not gotten to you yet.

Audrey: no. Ben told me to activate the defensive mechanisms. Then I heard you fighting. Carlos you were great by the way. And who are these guys

Hadie: my names Hadie. I’m gay.

Audrey: I’m Audrey. And do I really look desperate?

Evie: don’t talk to me, I hate you

Mal: RIGHT! Of course. Introductions. Hadie’s my oldest brother. The one with a raccoon face that’s eyeing you like a piece of meat is my other brother Icarus. Sidenote: Evie’s my little sister and she’s 24 hours younger than me. Scary looking girl is Uma, my cousin. She’s hates me. Redcoat is Harry’s ever something truthful sister Harriet, their father is very imaginative. And the other one eyeing you like a piece of meat is Harry’s other sister Cj. Listen gormless. Audrey’s straight. You’re not getting lucky

Cj: dammit

Audrey: Uma...oh yeah. I’ve heard of you. Though judging from your frankly terrifying expression my longevity relies on me not saying what I’ve heard so I’ll shut up now

Uma (scowling): good choice

Mal: lets go to your room. We can talk there. I’m still not entirely sure this areas safe. Walls could have ears

(They all go to Audrey’s room. Outside the school Hades is trying to explain himself to Elsa)

Hades: what else do you need to know? I’ve said everything of importance

Elsa: but what I don’t get is why show up now

Hades: to help. To help my children defeat my ex wife

Lonnie: whoah whoah uhuh um. Ex wife?

Hades: yes. Maleficent. She left the morning after the ceremony. Can you imagine?

Lonnie: sadly yes.

Hades: I feel your pain. She was exquisite in the

Lonnie (hands covering her ears): LALALALALALALALALALALALALAIMNOTLISTENINGLALALALALALALALALALA

Elsa: it’s a tetchy subject

Hades: so I can see

Jane: are you really here to help

Dizzy: more to the point. Is Harry really my uncle?

Hades: yes. And yes

Dizzy: this is proof more then ever that there is no god. Except there is. You’re it. But he still exists. Why

Hades: I was hard up

Dizzy: I’m gonna need so much therapy after this

Elsa: agreed. Well my lord hades. I’m sorting this out so there’s no need for you here. If you’ll be on your way I can help my daughter and her friends

Hades: my daughters and their friend could do with my help

Lonnie (aside to the other two): you’ve heard of fighting in-laws? Well here’s the rarer but just as intense biological parents vs adoptive parents. I saw it on tv once

Dizzy: and?

Lonnie: nothing made sense. But hades seems nicer then Regina.

Dizzy: mom wouldn’t let me watch that show. She hated that woman

Lonnie: many do

Jane: and the rest?

Lonnie: think she’s a lesbian and in love with the biological parent. Who’s also her step granddaughter

Jane: some people are very weird

Lonnie: tell me about it

Elsa: I don’t want to hear it. You left them to their mothers and that cannot be forgiven. So no. I’m not gonna let you interfere with my daughter or her friends

Lonnie: here’s an idea. How about we all go help? Hades is more powerful then Maleficent. Elsa is an entirely different class of magic. We’re up against the fairy godmothers wand. Aka. Jane’s inheritance. So it’d be more productive if we all pooled our efforts, locate my boyfriend and his family and then take down chad and Maleficent. How does that sound

(The adults murmur their agreement)

Lonnie: now we can concentrate on

(A window on one of the upper floors explodes and a giant shadow flies out followed by a couple of gauntlets and pieces of chainmail and four helmets)

Jane: oh that is not good

Hades (worriedly): Celia. Oh this is not good

Lonnie: what do we do?

Hades: I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. We’re going to get my children and my boyfriends daughters

Jane: I’m sorry what?

Dizzy: Uma and Celia are Doctor Facillier’s daughters. And how come you never told me you were dating him

Hades: it’s only been six months sweetheart. No one really knows yet and I’m an idiot cause he swore me to secrecy. Great. My wife’s going to be so thrilled

Jane: you have a wife? But Maleficent divorc

Hades: Persephone and I have a standing agreement from three million years ago. We’re gods. As long as she know most of them she promises not to smite them and vice versa

Lonnie: I hope Gil and I have a love like yours

Hades: thank you dear. You were being sarcastic weren’t you?

Lonnie: yes I was sir

Hades (smiling genuinely): I like you

Lonnie (smiling as well): I wish I could say the same

Elsa: how do you propose we get into the castle “milord”?

Hades: magic. Obviously.

Elsa: your move

Hades: gladly. Is everyone ready?

Elsa: oh we’re ready

(He steps forward and ignites his hands. This is when “the Phoenix” happens)

[hillywooddestiel]

A Warlock's Troubles

Characters: Magnus x warlock!Reader (kinda platonic since I'm a Malec shipper but if you want it to be romantic it could be)

Warnings: explicit self harm, talk of self harm, bit of language, bit of fluff though

Word count: 1.1k

Description: anonymous asked

heya! idk if you still write for shadowhunters but if you do, i'd love to read about magnus taking care of one of his former students, as she badly hurt herself willingly (warlocks cant always love themselves do they?), and like he cares for her, and tries to get her mind off selfharming for a bit, maybe like dancing together, like back in the old days? of course, if it triggers you, you can decline this request i'd understand! have a nice day! 💜

A/N: I've been meaning to post for so long but kept forgetting and I feel really bad because I got this ask so long ago but here it is! More Shadowhunters! Any more requests? Just send an ask. Enjoy xx

Story:

“Stupid… worthless… piece of shit!” Y/N added more crimson lines to her upper arm with a sharp shard of glass from the vase she knocked over. That's what tipped her over the edge. Over the past few days, she'd been feeling awful about herself and felt every little mistake she made hit her heart. As the blood collected in drops and rolled down her arms, she dropped to her knees on the floor and began to sob. The feelings would pass, they always did eventually. She'd be clean for several months, years even, and then things would build until she snapped, reaching for something sharp. It had been the save for years. Being centuries old wasn't always a good thing: people you loved grew old and died, you had to live through wars, people would come for help beyond your abilities leading them to suffer.

“Y/N darling? Are you home?” Magnus Bane. Oh no, “I would have knocked but you appear to have left your door unlocked. Y/N?” He came around to the study- the place he often found Y/N busy beavering away on spells and charms.

“Magnus wait-” she told him feebly as he came through the open doorway.

“There you are- oh no no no no no! Dear, no!” Magnus knelt down beside Y/N, snatching the glass away from her hand and tossing it away.

“Magnus please,”

“No, Y/N dear, I'm not leaving you like this. We've been here before.” He hugs her tightly with one arm while lifting her injuries to the light, casting a protection charm over them. A magic elastoplast.

Magnus made up a fast healing concoction with the ingredients Y/N had in her alchemy cupboard and slathered it all over her arm, whispering some incantations for good measure, before making her a cup of herbal tea and wrapping her in a knitted quilt. Y/N thanked him quietly and sipped from her teacup.

“How long this time?”

“Nearly three years.” She told him solemnly, fiddling with the corner of the blanket.

“Don't beat yourself up dear, keeping your thoughts bottled up doesn't help in this situation. Do you want to share with me what's on your mind?” he asked, reaching to hold her nervous hand. She remained quiet, seemingly ignoring him, “You know I'm not going to stop asking… you'll feel better.”

“A little girl got sick. Her mom came to me for a remedy and I didn't get it done in time... The girl died Magnus, she died! Because of me!” Y/N looked to her former teacher with tears in her eyes.

She'd been busy, really busy; her diary was full for a whole month. The woman burst into Y/N’s home office in floods of tears begging for a treatment that would mean her daughter, willing to pay any price. Everyone that came to Y/N for help desperately needed it. With regret, Y/N told the poor mother that there was a waiting list for her services and she would just have to wait. Just one week later, Y/N had the potion made and was knocking on the door of the woman who had come to see her. The same woman answered it with bloodshot eyes, a crumpled tissue in her shaking fingers: the little girl had passed away from her illness that morning.

Magnus didn't say anything. He'd been in Y/N’s position many times before. Nothing could be done about it. Warlocks may be powerful beings but they can't save everyone.

“What are you doing?” She asked as Magnus got up from the sofa and shuffled over to the corner table. The static sound of a needle hitting vinyl and 20s swing filled the room.

“You need a distraction. I hope you haven't forgotten how to do the Charleston my dear.” He extends his hand for her to take.

“I could never.” She grins, placing her hand in his and standing to begin their dance. They kicked their arms and legs to the side in unison while moving around in a circle before cross stepping forwards and backwards in line with one another. After that, Y/N held Magnus's shoulders to kick herself up into the air, twisting her body to land facing upwards to kick her legs one at a time moving backwards. Helping her back up smoothly, Magnus began performing fishtails with Y/N following his lead. The moves all came naturally to the pair as though it had been merely a day since they last practiced and not nearly a century.

It was how they met, dancing. There was a speakeasy run by a warlock and full of magical curiosities. It was a wondrous, and most importantly safe, place for warlocks and other brings with demon blood in their veins to go to and be themselves. Y/N came to the city having been disowned by her family for her powers and the teenager was terrified. After overhearing some passers-by, she found her way to the hidden establishment and instantly felt at ease. Everyone was different and unique. She felt that she would fit in. There was a little trouble with some werewolves built like brick walls but she defended herself with the help of a little magic, which is where Magnus stepped in.

“You have power, child. I'm impressed.”

“I'm sorry, who are you?” Y/N was defensive at first- her mother wasn't the best but she did teach her that men weren't too be trusted, especially older men.

“Magnus Bane, fellow warlock.” He flashed his amber eyes at her as proof.

“What do you want, mister?”

“An apprentice. You have much potential and I believe I can help you.”

“Are you feeling better, Y/N?” Magnus asked as they fell onto the couch, breathless.

“Much.” She responded, though her hand ghosted her injured arm. He took notice of this and took hold of her hand in his.

“Listen to me darling, it wasn't your fault. Here,” he produced an emerald necklace with a large stone set in gold, “I want you to have this. Whenever you feel like hurting yourself again, hold this stone in your hand. I have a matching one connected to it and I will be here for you right away.”

“Thank you.” Y/N wrapped her arms around Magnus in a tight hug, tears escaping the corners of her eyes. Living for such a long time gets old and the feeling of helplessness never truly goes away but, with someone who is there for you, things can never be too bad.

[pukwudgie-tremaine]

Sunday, October 22nd.

   Sunday evenings to myself....ahhhh the stuff of legends.

   So I wanted to rearrange my shelves. I got all my rocks, plants, and books and other small knick-knacks nicely arranged. So after doing that, I decided to clean my desk drawers too. There's something exciting about rearranging your stuff when you haven't touched it since my 4th year...so then out of three drawers, the last one was completely full of old school papers that I recycled. But I seriously need to go buy some normal potion viles like who uses old perfume bottles to store potions in?  Apparently, I have to but not by choice and I don’t really want to spend the money I’ve been saving since I started working at Quality Quodpot&Quidditch Supplies in Greylock Landing since the beginning of summer (with the deal I hand over half of what I make to my step-mother).  Still working there part-time after school but by this rate, I’m not going to make enough to support myself when I turn 18 (let alone go through another school year).

   Speaking of that I guess I only have 9 days before I turn 17! Yay.  My 5th year has been interesting but not so much in a negative way like it usually means.  Though the Masquerade Samhain Ball is coming in 5 days.  Hearing everyone talk about it is fun but I’m not going.  Oh, hell no.  The last time I went to a ball it was a disaster! We all know that story am I right?  But masquerade or not I’m almost too terrified anyway.  Let’s get real no one would want me there anyway.  I’m not special.  I’m obviously just a waste of space anyway and I just don't matter, and when I think I try balancing things out and believing things are different it never really is  It’s just me wishing things would get better.

   Guess I’m going to be hanging around the stables, the Quidditch field, or the library that night.  Afterall all I’ve been catching up on my magical studies since the beginning of last summer but I’m not going to lie I already feel this year’s going to be a lot tougher but I better make it the best because this just might be my last year.  Goooo Pukwudgie’s!  This is the year we are sooo going to win the Quidditch Cup (cause I at least want to know what it’s like to win it just once but we’ll see.  We will see).

[writingitallaway]

Note 1:

I've been thinking about you a lot. I mean I never really stopped probably ever since the day we started talking. I really did fall for you before and I tried soooo hard to move on from you because I know you like someone else and I didn't want to be bitch crazy about it and whatever we had was old news to you back then. And at some point I thought I did move on already, I thought ahhh okay we're friends, we're just awesome friends, I can do that. But I realized that I never really succeeded on that plan. I think you cant ever be just a friend to me because I will always have these feelings for you. But it's okay, i told myself I'll just silently admire you like this because at least we're still talking and I still get to know how your days are going. It's like how I met your mother but im ted mosby and youre my robyn scherbatsky. Whenever I said I was no longer as crazy for you as before, I felt like I was lying to myself. But I think it's true that I am not as crazy, bec now I'd accept it if you don't like me, unlike before where I'd get upset and push loool dumbass. But thing is, that doesn't even matter, what matters is I really care about you like I sincerely genuinely honestly do. I always have wished to be there with you physically and hug you when you get sad as shit like this, when you need someone to cry to, when your heart breaks, when the people you love leave you broken, when you feel like there's nothing else going right anymore, when you feel like you don't matter, I really want to actually be there for you. Last night when you told me about feeling suicidal a month ago, I really bursted into tears because wtf. It pains me when you think of disappearing just like that. I know we've never met irl but the thought of you gone pains me like shit. I haven't known you for a long time but I don't need a long time to care about you. And i hate that i cant do anything for you whenever your thoughts go that way. Earlier today I actually read the conversations that we had from the very start and I couldn't help but think that damn day 1 was like soooo far from how we're already interacting rn hahaha youre so special to me and i wanna let you know that you give me so much happiness just by talking to me and chatting with me. I was even laughing just reading it. You give me so much light because that's what you are. I wish I could shine back some to you. I also got to read the part where you promised the date thing 2 years from now so yeah you cant run from that. And the part about you realizing stuff about valuing yourself. I really am looking forward to how youll progress as a person. I want to be there for you even if it hurts me. I want you to know that I believe in you. I may be as small as that grain of sand in the vast ass ocean but I believe in you and I care about you and I always want to remind you thats theres still a lot to see out there, theres still more to this life, theres still so much to experience and you and i are both lucky to actually be alive at this very moment, some are in pain and holding on to dear life, bidding good bye to their loved ones even if they don't wanna go yet, but we arent dealing with that right now. Imagine that. So we are still lucky okay? Plus you still owe me a date and the best sex ever hahaha ok im kidding i swear i mean if you fall for someone else then ill just watch you be happy, ill cry for like 6 months hahaha but ill still stay and clap for you and still be there to support you even if you wont need me anymore. I literally wrote that in my diary lol. Youre only 28 and youre capable of doing so much more. It's never too late to get back up. You told me it's okay to break bec that will make us stronger. ((Ok so i made a new note on my phone after this bec idfk where this is going like my mind just wandered off and it wasnt just leading to what i actually wanna say hahaha hence note 2))