#(do people tag people this way still or is it just tagging int he post?)

[larkral]

Happy Sunday!! Thanks to @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart and @artsyunderstudy for the tags! I've written every day this week!!! Some days like 40 words, but I don't care, I'm still stoked about it. This week has been a bit intense in my personal life for reasons that are difficult to explain compactly, but that are good and take a lot of time and effort.

And also I spent a fair amount of my writing time on a worldbuilding -heavy segment of Micah POV (oh, you thought I wouldn't introduce new POV this late int he game? Pfft) which I really like and might entirely scrap. I don't know. Being able to do things like write 1200 words I might not use are, however, the exact reason I am waiting to post this section of ADA, so I feel good about it even if it doesn't make it into the final draft.

Anyway, since there are probably only 2-4 people who care about that segment, I'm going to give you six sentences of Baz macking on his beloved. Sorry, worldbuilding fans.

“You’re killing me, Baz,” he says, and his lips open against my neck, tongue pressing into my skin.

I moan into the open air, pleasure climbing through every nerve. “The feeling is mutual.”

He lifts his chin to kiss me, and I drag my fingers up his back. We don’t really have time to do this, to do anything, but it doesn’t stop me wanting to. I tangle my fingers into his hair and kiss him fiercely.

Fandom friends, I hope you had a lovely week, and that for some of you that means some sentences you want to share. Either way, shall we all just close our eyes for a moment and take a deep breath? <3 @stitchyqueer @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @takitalks @yeonjunenby @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld  @chen-chen-chen-again-chen  @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep ​ @shrekgogurt @forabeatofadrum   @palimpsessed @blackberrysummerblog ​

[kavaeroexe]

Can I get uhhhhhhh yandere Fu hua head canons please???? Maybe with a s/o who's also a valkyrie but doesn't have many fighting skills so they work in information gathering or making/designing battle suits and weapons? Thank youuu

Okaayyy! love you for trusting your ideas with me! <3

Cinderella

Fu Hua x Reader

warning : typos, bad grammar  

attention! please do not try to repost my works, i only post my works on tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!    

Not many people know you, but you work behind the ‘stages’ so you gotta say people rely on you a lot even though nobody really got to know you in academy, you are a Valkyrie, the one who also protect humanity, but you never really needed on the frontline, because your specialty is to designed what the Valkyrie need to use, such as weapon and Battlesuit.

you met many people, teacher, student, any Valkyrie, but they don’t recognize you since you just one of the workers in Schiksal, moreover you still being a student, you’re not yet to officially become the worker behind the stage, but you recognize and remembers every single one that comes to the lab and ask for repairing or new design for weapons and Battlesuit, or even try to find parts for ship, like Hyperion.

still, you learned the basics to fight and you masters how to use you choice weapon, that’s why you’re in Schicksal, that’s why you gave up on your dream, because you want to protect humanity in every way, whether on frontline or behind the line.

but still, the one you recognized the most is Fu Hua, that is always being called ‘class president’ by Kiana Kaslana, to be honest, she’s the most skillful one among all the student you know all this time, surely by the facts, Kiana appear to have a higher Honkai energy based on their test, yet Fu Hua is promising to be a good Valkyrie more than Kiana Kaslana does.

every time you saw her she’s usually ask about new design for a weapon, an fortunately, you’re the one responsible on he weapon’s project

so you always find her in yo study and work time

but its not rare that you met her in lunch time or break, because she grows from day to day to know about you, she slowly open to you about many things, about the dorm, her mission, and her problem with class, to be honest, you truly enjoyed it

but not just in making weapon or battlesuit, you sometimes get a mission to gather information, or you’re being an intel, so its not rare as well to see Fu Hua asking for information before the mission start, and since you both on the same academy and stage, you’re the one responsible to tell all the information you find, since then Fu Hua trusts you a lot since you skill at information gathering is something else, its detailed and easy to understand, and doesn’t take a long time to explain, means everyone can save their time to understanding the mission

“Nice to work with you again Y/N” 

“Nice to be partner with you again as well, Fu Hua”

many of her friends start to be friend with you as well, and start pairing you with Fu Hua, such as...

“You both are a reliable friend, you know, you and class president, you know each other for a long time?”-Mei

“you should kiss her, y’know that designer.. that inte-ARGH CLASS PRESIDENT DON’T SLAP MY FACE-” -Kiana to Fu Hua

NOW FOR THE YANDERE PORTION

she knows that you’re not that strong to be in frontline of mission, and she felt relieved everytime you ‘know your place’ and make yourself in a safe place

what she doesn’t like about you joining a mission is that when the enemy knows where you are and you sometimes doesn’t put any attention to it

she doesn’t mind protecting you, but what if she couldn’t make it?

people have their own weakness, and your weakness is you’re not so careful on your surroundings.

so when you’re decide to join a mission, she will start to find a way from a to z just for you reconsidering your choice joining the mission

she always scared that when she comes back, you wouldn’t be at you room (if she able to make you canceling you decision join the battle field)

she isn’t that kind of a brutal yandere, but the worse case she could do to you if you being a blockhead and denying her idea, she’s knock you to sleep, or sleep drugging

she felt very bad about it tho, so she doesn’t do it often to you

plus she doesn’t want you to be mad to her

worst feeling ever if you do

i think she’ll be an Asian mom who’ll cut fruit and bring it to your room as a form of ‘sorry’, not because she can’t say sorry, is just she thinks that you’ll need some time alone so she’ll cut the best fruit she got so you’re not that hungry while taking your time alone

[lolita-lollipop]

Hi could I get some headcanons for a yandere demon who was accidentally summoned by a child and the demon realizes that the small child just wanted someone to play with. The parents neglects the child and even when the kid comes into the room with the demon the parents are like “go play somewhere else sweetie” so the demon is basically just like “yup this child is mine” and just takes the child to the underworld with them, thank you 🥺

I started a one shot on this, and then realized that you wanted headcannons, so there is totally gojnng to be a part two of this that is the actual process. Kk, into it now.

I had to skip through th me “kidnapping” one, because there isn’t much to describe about it.

(I can’t tag you since your anonymous, but Just know I’ll post it in the next few days)

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-he, of course, meets you after you summon him with the ritual you saw in a picture book. He’s actually quite suprised that a child summoned him just to play trains in a sandbox. It isn’t like he can go anywhere till you dismiss one of the candle flames, so he just sits down and humors you.

-he is quite confused on the fact that you want him to play with you, and not some of your friends. You seem like a sweet little one, very polite indeed, and you haven’t even judged him on his demonic appearance, usually humans run screaming from the red tint in his skin, black eyes, and large horns. So he is very intrigued by you.

-usually, he’s not one for human sympathy, mainly because they treat him likes he’s some monster from hell (which he is), But it still hurts. You on the other hand, don’t even seem to care at all about the fact, you are treating him like some friend, not a demonic pet for you to order around. He immediately feels a bond between the two of you, it might be one sided, but still, you are just too sweet for this blasted world you’ve been shoved in.

-when he learns that this precious’s little thing that is you, has never felt any sort of love, even though you are just a ball of heaven, he is angry. Humans are nasty, vile creatures, the one time, the ONE TIME that one isn’t taking advantage of him, someone is openly hurting them? This is where the yandere-ness starts, he might not have known you for long, but he immediately feels protective, how could someone hurt such a little thing like you? That should be counted as a criminal act.

-when you let him out of the star (with his careful instruction to only blow away one of the lines) he’ll immediately grab your hand, and hoist you up to his chest, which by the way, is 8 feet off the ground. He’ll ask you where these “parents” of yours are, whilst rubbing circles back and forth on your shoulders with his warm hands. You point towards the little blue house where you lived, and he’ll go walking in there like he owns the place. When you say you made a new friend, your mommy jsut sheigged you off and told you to go play because she’s busy and can’t deal with you. This triggers him to a whole new level.

-he’ll take you back outside immediately, and set you in the center of the star, shooting a flew unstoppable flames into the blue house, then he’ll ask you to draw a new line for the star, and you and him both are transported into the world of the under, the last remains of earth in Your mind consisted of a few feminine screams.

“This child is mine now. Filthy human.”

Treatment:

-when arriving in literal hell, you would find that it’s surprisingly normal, actually pretty beautiful if you were to ask me. The sky was black, and the plants and ground were red. But it was such a pretty sight. You wowed at whatever this place was, while holding onto the side of his arm.

-this man, treats you like a little princess, his little princess of course. He dresses you in the finest of clothing, feeds you the best food, and plays the best games with you. He chooses to ill the role of your parent, mainly because the human scum who called themselves your biological parents, were cowards, and didn’t deserve the title. You’ll see him attempt to imitate a human parent, but soon just say “Aw fuck it” and go his own way.

-he doesn’t really get mad at you, in fact it’s very hard for him to even feel slightly annoyed at you, none of the things you do are intentional, so most of the things that could annoy him get blamed on someone else.

-is the most overprotective being you’ll ever meet, not letting you do even the simplest of tasks because “you could get hurt”, apparently you are too fragile to complete basic tasks. He’ll help you get dressed, he’ll fed you, he’ll literally carry you everywhere, all the while he’ll be scaring away any other demons from his manor in case they smelled the sweet child that you are, and wanted it for themselves.

-you’re his best friend, but even so, you have to go back home at some point right? Wrong, he’ll make you think as if whatever place you were before, where you were neglected, and ignored, was nothing but a dream, when you ask any questions about it, he’ll shush you and tell you that it’s nap time or something.

-he doesn’t care at all if you miss your mommy and daddy, he never did understand why humans could form attachments to people who mistreat them. He’ll grow angered, not at you of course, you aren’t trying to do it on purpose, but more so at everyone in your past life that’s keeping you from him. So he might pull a few strings with some humans int he surface that are in debt to him, and bam, your old school, your fathers house, your friends horns, everything in town, has now burst into flames.

-nicknames include: littles, little one, child

Punishment:

-as I said he doesn’t get mad very easily, busy he also won’t tolerate a certain level of disobedience. That being said, he will never even think about embolism any form of physical pain upon you. Resorting to more tactical options.

-hell just scare you, like letting you wander out when it’s parent of that darker times (they don’t have days down here), and letting any demons come close to you, you of course, beings tiny little human faces with a huge snake thing, scream and cry for your best friend to come save you. Which he does, and engulfs you in his arms, boucning you up and down while shushing Youa Dan striking your hair.

-hell lecture you and tell you this is why you can’t leave him, then changing you out of the dirty clothing, and tucking you into bed.

Cuddles:

The two of you have quite the size difference, so snuggling with him would be hard, but not impossible. He is actually quite gentle with you, noting how easy it would be to crush you under his weight, so he’ll gently set you on top of him, over his chest, where he’ll wrap his arms around your sister, and keep his hands over your shoulders.

-or he’ll set your form in his lap, protective encasing his arms over your chest while you rest your head in his.

*bonus

-where he comes from, it’s a sight of dominance to hiss at others, so you’ll literally be just perched in his lap while he’s hissing like a cat at another demon like 👁👄👁

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Thanks for requesting, have a great day anon, bye!

[wirewitchviolet]

I guess the moral is people are not the exact right amount of Online, or something. Also this is my only venting outlet right now can you tell?

So apparently last night was “the Gaming Awards” which I didn’t watch for quite a lot of reasons, and hey, full disclosure I’m not doing any research or digging up old links on anything here, but I’m told at one point some teenager snuck on stage and shouted some kinda vague incoherent gibberish that sounded like some kind of neo-nazi conspiracy talk.

Spoiler: It was.

But apparently that was too simple an answer for some people, so they went trying to work out who this kid was and the first thing they find out is he gets invited on far right talk shows.

Which makes sense, because again, this is not a complicated story.

But... I dunno, I guess people were curious, hey, what did this kid do that people wanted to book him on far right talk shows? Oh well apparently however many years ago it was he did some kind of similar mic grab thing at some other thing to shout something incoherent about Hong Kong.

This makes perfect sense to me, the woman who studies all the dumb thing nazis do, remembering how part of the honestly-thin-enough-there’s-no-excuse-not-to-just-learn-what’s-in-it Nazi playbook, they made a huge push to colonize a major protest in Hong Kong, and were successful to the extent where even if I didn’t keep tabs on these things I probably would have noticed the bit where a bunch of mainstream news people who were paying just enough attention to nazi imagery to spot it in protest coverage and run some “well isn’t that peculiar?” stories but failed to pick up on the deal there.

The deal there by the way is nazis just find anything they can where a lot of young people seem to have a lot of energy and enthusiasm and desperately try to embed themselves both to recruit enthusiastic kids who don’t really know enough about the subject of their enthusiasm that the right buzzwords can groom them into new nazi recruits, and picking up a new cover story to throw the blame onto left-wing stuff when caught committing crimes later. You see this all the time when people fall for it and go on to write stuff like “the shooter didn’t seem to have any clear political motive. While his social media feed included some horrible antisemitic propaganda, he was a huge supporter of Bernie Sanders in 2015,” etc.

So OK nothing contradicts the obvious thing that the weird kid the far right loves shouting about Jews and the Clintons was just some nazi kid, but... yeah I’m seeing news stories talking about how he has a history of supporting good political causes and it’s a shame he didn’t do that instead of shouting inane gibberish. Like, no, this is the op now, that was the op then, this isn’t complicated people.

But since I’m still knocked off the site where people tend to talk about these things, I’m basically reading about this over someone’s shoulder, and I see an exchange in the comments thread under someone posting one of these stories, where one person says “wow this kid is way too online, he really needs to go out and touch grass” and then someone (probably a nazi? Seemed like there were a lot in the thread but it’s annoying to check when I can’t log in) responds to that with “how dare you suggest this child self-harm!?” and like... whether you’re being a disingenuous weirdo pretending to believe this or you actually believe this, the premise you’re running with is that the phrase “touch grass” is somehow violent? Like, how does this work? Is the grass in your mind razor-sharp? Should foot or hand meet it, the flesh shall be sliced to ribbons and the child may die? That’s... a new and interesting bit of nonsense.

... I wasn’t building to any sort of larger point here. Just I dunno, when the weird person says the stuff that sounds like nazi crap and then cursory research says nazis love’em, stop there and save yourself some time? Otherwise you end up where I am here looking at some weirdo shouting about people threatening to murder children because someone suggested maybe a young child should be like playing tag rather than getting groomed by nazis into pulling weird stunts.

[cleosven]

Thanks @moonythendwitch!! I love these kinds things lol

1. Are you named after anyone?

I’m named after my mom’s grandpa and his sister (they were given the feminine and masculine versions of the same name because their parents didn’t understand how confusing that would be). My dad wanted to name me Clifford (yes, like the big red dog) and I’m happy everyday that he didn’t get his way

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like 5 mins ago. I cry like all the time tho, so no need to be concerned 

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don’t think so. I’m pretty bad at understanding sarcasm in general, but sometimes I repeat phrases that I’ve heard like “yeah, right” when I mean “no” but it’s not intentional

5. Why is there no question number 5???????

This is a good question. I’m going to say it’s a good reminder that life doesn’t make sense, and it’s ok to just accept it and move onto the next thing (in this case, question 6) 

6. What's your eye colour?

I’d say blue, but most people I meet think my eyes are grey 

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings forever and ever! But like actually happy, like if the character was better off without the love interest, they don’t get together int he end. I also don’t mind scary movies if they have happy endings. But I can’t do war movies, no matter how happy the ending is, because I know those characters blowing up in the background really did die and I can’t get over it. I need fiction 1000%

8. Any special talents?

I’m ambidextrous, I’m great at romantically attracting people who don’t actually want to be with me, and I make an amazing grilled cheese. (I know one of these isn’t like the others, but you’ve got things to do, posts to read, no reason to dwell here)

9. Where were you born?

In a bathtub in a cabin on top of a mountain during a snow storm (prob not the question, but it’s a more fun answer than my country)

10. What are your hobbies?

Currently, um, watching all of Netflix, interacting w/ people on tumblr, writing tylorpe fics, over thinking things. But if you want, like, new info, I also sew clothes, write scientific research papers for no reason, and do UX design

11. Do you have any pets?

I don’t, but my sibling has a Great Pyr mix who is a giant sleepy floof, and my SO’s fam just got a mini-schnauzer who is a cute lil tornado of teeth and claws

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played soccer in elementary school, but when I hit middle school my parents were like “you should only do things that make you happy” and wearing those tall soccer socks was killing me, so I quit. Then in high school they were like “just kidding, you have to do a sport to get into college” so I did swim team, and I did that nerd-to-hot transformation so I like can’t even be mad at my parents about it

13. How tall are you?

Maybe 5′9″(~175 cm) which is strange. I’m the shortest person on both sides of my family, of any gender. My dad’s like 6′5″ (~196 cm) so yeah idk what happened

14. Favorite subject in school?

I literally loved every subject. I love school and learning, but I felt kinda bad picking a favorite (like Phoebe from friends style). But I’ll say science, because it stressed me out the least  

15. Dream job?

Currently? The most realistically possible job that would still be a dream: UX designer for tumblr. Reach dream job, that could still technically happen: Netflix tv show writer. Most impossible dream job: getting paid to go to do whatever I want, like write and talk to people, and still get the feeling that I’m contributing to society 

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Tagging: @lilitblaukatz, @writhingcreature, @achilles-s-gay-tantrum, @just-jessiejames, @tyler-is-hot​, @thekpotterhead​, @i-oooo​ (absolutely no pressure to do this tho!!) 

And if you’re wondering, yes, I did have too much fun with these questions

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thanks for the tag @sillyliterature !!

1. Are you named after anyone? 

No, my mom suggested naming me after one of her friends but my parents didn't end up picking that name!

2. When was the last time you cried?

This month, can't remember exactly when but definitely this month

3. Do you have kids?

Not at the moment!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I used to, but I've dropped it as I've gotten older. Now I only use it to make exaggerated jokes.

6. What's your eye color? 

Blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Happy endings for sure, I've never been a fan of scary movies

8. Any special talents?

Hmmm... I can do voices and (some) accents? Idk if that counts but it's really useful for dnd, haha~

9. Where were you born? 

The Netherlands

10. What are your hobbies? 

The biggest one is writing for sure! I also love playing dnd, playing video games, reading, visiting bookstores, going on walks, singing (not especially good at it but love it anyway), sewing... I'll try just about anything, but those are my favs!

11. Have you any pets? 

If my family's cat counts, then yes, even if he sadly doesn't live at my place. If I could, I'd adopt 2 cats right now.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Right now, none. I don't like sports, generally speaking, though I love dancing and used to do kickboxing.

13. How tall are you? 

like 168cm I think

14. Favorite subject in school? 

English, Spanish, History, and depending on the teacher, Chemistry

15. Dream job? 

Full-time author... that would be so amazing

Tagging: @jillfizzart @megatraven @vespersposts @gehaktbal @jotarowan @flatescardos @nicolasadrabbles @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @shakethatsassyass @youvegottrouble @hauntedgarden95 @gaymergoose @miharu-ojou-sama @chiaki-c and @indoctrinates (if you feel like it, no pressure!)

[usmsgutterson]

The Deadly Romantics- Kaz Brekker

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This is part six! Go back and read chapters 1-5 if you haven’t read those already.

Chapter specific warnings- mentions of death. axe wielding, how to fire a weapon from a high vantage point, and poison is mentioned once, and robbing a bank is mentioned once, 

KAZ BREKKER

As Kaz sat down on the plush chair, Samantha sitting to his left, he could’ve gotten whiplash. It felt like he’d just been interviewed, and suddenly he was in for his second interview in the last days before going into the games. 

The training had at least proved a bit effective, with Kaz having received the slightest idea of how to properly wield an axe, how to accurately fire a weapon from a high vantage point, what in the area could be considered good food, what was more than likely poisoned. All in all, Kaz had some idea that surviving, though far off, was still a possibility. 

“You seemed rather… indifferent about your situation during our last meet,” Samantha said. “Having gone and trained, having put some emphasis on your skills, would you say that you still feel the same?”

“It is my belief that indifference is the best way to feel toward these games,” he was a lot more conscious of his word choice, simply for the fact that he was genuinely trying to be liked, trying to get sponsors that’d help him—even in the smallest capacity—to make it to the end, to see that he was one of two victors. “I don’t think that being cocky or too confident is the way to go about it, but I also was miserable when I was going in while anticipating my own death. Indifference seems to me, the best way to feel about this at all.” 

“Have you somehow grown wiser in your days of training?” Samantha asked playfully. Kaz played the part. He laughed, smiled, shook his head.

“I’ve had a lot of time for quiet contemplation,” he said, knowing that it was bullshit. He wouldn’t’ve had time, if not for the fact that he was often awake past midnight, back pressed against the wall as he tried to think of every problem, then tried to think of a solution to those problems, like he was planning on doing something like robbing a bank and simultaneously trying to avoid getting caught. “It’s led to a lot of realizations like that one.”

“So, you’re going into the games with the hope of survival?” Not necessarily. He just knew that he was going to fight until something stopped him. “Your mindset appears to have changed in regards to how you’re going to play these games, Mr. Brekker. I must say, it is a change I appreciate.”

“I thank you for appreciating it,” Kaz said. “And yes. I do hope to survive. In the end, surviving is my goal, I suppose.” It should’ve been his goal all along, really. Jordie had died in the games. Kaz didn’t want to die, not like Jordie had. 

Kaz had never done anything to honor his brother. A small place had been set in the graveyard of District Twelve for him, one that Kaz placed flowers on every year, but that was all he did.

Fighting in the Hunger Games was not Kaz’s choice, but he would find a way to use the games as a reminder that people died, needlessly, in tribute to a failed rebellion every single year. Two tributes from each district to honor a rebellion attempt that the Capitol ended up defeating. It was unjust, unfair. The rebellion had failed. The Capitol had defeated it, so what was the point in holding the games yearly, anyway? Other than for the sake of some twisted, severely fucked up tradition?

“Well, it’s lovely to see that you’ve taken to being more optimistic,” Samantha stood, and so too did Kaz. “Kaz Brekker of District Twelve, everyone!” And, just like that, the interview was over, and Kaz was walking down the steps as Y/N walked up them, leaning his back against the wall, standing next to Nikolai and Alina as they watched the interview from the television screen tucked into the wall.

“Y/N L/N, the Capitols favorite spitfire!” Samantha introduced. Y/N smiled, and the two of them sat down.

“Are you feeling prepared to go into these games?”

“Prepared enough, I would say,” Y/N said. “There’s only so much preparation that can be done, really. I like to believe I’ve done it all, but I can’t be sure.” Honesty, it seemed, was Y/Ns objective that time around. There probably wasn’t going to be any kind of a spitfire-esque remark, unless Genya decided to tell Y/N that the Capitol had assigned them a brand and it was something they should’ve stuck to.

“Good,” Samantha said. “The word is that your training went well, with you not having put a focus on your skills as an Inferni. Can you explain such choice?”

“Kaz and I both did it that way,” Y/N said. “It was at the suggestion of our mentors, of course. They advised that we developed more skills than the ones we already had. Kaz didn’t focus much on hand-to-hand combat, and I didn’t focus much on my skills as an Inferni, because there’ll be weapons in the arena. It’s best that we know how to use them. Not knowing how to is what gets us killed, and that’s not the objective I have, nor is it the one that Kaz has.”

“Smart,” Samantha said. “You said, in your first interview, that you’re fighting on the behalf of your family. Is as much still true?”

“Yeah, very much so,” Y/N said, nodding as they spoke. “I’m doing it for them, and for the district that’s had only two victors in these games across the seventy-odd years they’ve been happening.” Nikolai and then Alina were the only two victors that twelve had ever seen across seventy years of the Games in action. If they won, Y/N and Kaz would be the first victors in two years, only the third and fourth victors of twelve across seven decades of fighting.

“And you want to do it for honor to your name and to your district?”

“Precisely,” you said, nodding. “My goal is to survive, and if I do, I’ll make sure the ones who’ve died get proper memorials. The tributes of twelve may be gone, but they are certainly not forgotten. At least not to Kaz and myself.”

They’d discussed the way that Y/N would answer the questions the morning before they were interviewed. Kaz knew that Samantha would likely ask again about Jordie and try to get the sponsors to take pity on him, where Samantha would ask about Y/N about strategy for the most part, as they’d kept the attempts at getting sympathy points from the sponsors to a minimum. The message Y/N was sharing was one they both had agreed on, one that neither of them were sure Y/N would have the chance to spread.

“Tributes such as the young Jordie Rietveld?”

“Him, and every other life sacrificed in the name of entertainment to the ones living in the Capitol,” you said, nodding. “The Capitol so is good at making us make sacrifices, trying to force us to forget that the people we lose in the games aren’t just names, faces that we saw for a brief moment in time. They’re family. They’re friends. These people mattered once, and there is no reason except for the fact that it is of the Capitols discretion that we forget about them, the impacts they’ve had on our lives.”

“There’s the spitfire,” Samantha said. “I knew you’d bring it out eventually. For your family, for your district, and for the ones the Capitol has tried to make you forget.”

“For every tribute from Twelve, every member of every family that has been lost to the games that the Capitol makes us play,” Y/N said. “They might be gone, but they are not forgotten. Not to myself or my fellow tribute.”

Kaz tore his eyes from the screen, looked to Nikolai and Alina, both of whom were smiling. “They’d be a wonderful face for a rebellion,” nobody else was around, no cameras in sight, though Nikolai was the son of the president, so Kaz doubted he had to worry at all. “The firebird, I can already see it.”

“Rebellion will get all of us killed, Nik,” Alina said. “Worry about it when your father next does something that makes every single person throughout the districts hate him.”

“Brekker, if you don’t make it through this, I’ll resuscitate you and kill you again myself,” Nikolai said. Kaz turned his gaze to the screen again, watching as your interview concluded.

“I’ll do my best.” And he would.

Kaz Brekker was not going into the games to die.

Not anymore.

- 

TDR tags: @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r

[overmanhattan]

        “Coraline, have I told you lately how beautiful you are?”

[glowpop]

I posted 1,444 times in 2021

485 posts created (34%)

959 posts reblogged (66%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.0 posts.

I added 114 tags in 2021

#anonymous - 38 posts

#ph - 29 posts

#p - 14 posts

#art - 11 posts

#😭 - 5 posts

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#and then when you tell them you lied they go omg that’s such a cancer thing to do and then you tell them you lied about your real sign lol

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

like i seriously don’t understand how people see real actual critique of a piece of work and take it as a personal attack and say shit like “let people have fun” as if pointing out flaws and discussing something is something that can’t be fun as if the only way to have fun with anything is to just turn off your brain and consume. or that someone not liking something is somehow physically stopping you from having fun. how do you develop like this. how do you LIVE like this

13885 notes • Posted 2021-06-14 17:06:16 GMT

#4

if you’re in your early twenties you’re still like young but i feel like if you’re old enough to drink you have to stop beefing with 16 year olds

16864 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 16:23:02 GMT

#3

Unpopular opinion or whatever but I feel like a lot of you people forget that white cis gay men are still erm. Oppressed. For being gay. Like there is this almost gleeful excitement to jump on and mock any gay white man whenever he does something mildly stupid or annoying which is like ok whatever but like I have seen people calling these dudes f*ggots and calling for conversion therapy and electro shock and aids or whatever like some of you do need to get your asses beat for that I won’t lie

18264 notes • Posted 2021-08-03 15:43:07 GMT

#2

honestly we should bring back being unabashedly pretentious. Yeah i do think im better than marvel stans who cried at tony’s death scenes. I do think people who read books are better than people who read nothing but fanfic of shonen manga and minecraft youtubers. i DO think im better for not engaging in low brow media or shit i find cringe. like what is anybody gonna do omfg

19052 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 19:45:19 GMT

#1

“Normalize x” “normalize y” I hope we denormalize everything. I hope we all become freaks. And I hope we all die

53882 notes • Posted 2021-07-11 03:45:48 GMT

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[ciderspunk2077]

You should drop your fic ideas and headcanons ((if you want to))!! All of the ones I’ve seen on your blog are really good I know I would love to hear more 👀

Oh Tysm 🥺💦 I’m real shy online about sharing headcannons cuz it’s mostly me going back and forth w/ @ Smeriic talking and shit scheming together and all that on our own. But I rly am hyperfixated in this game and would love to share some stuff. Also what inspires me to want to write. I will say I RP quite often and for years now so the way I talk and type doesn’t exactly reflect my writing skill so sorry if this answer becomes like... all over the place 😭💦💦

But basically we really like default fem V but sort of like with some twists I guess, most of our headcannons are formed around her? Mostly Headcannons not rly an original V w/ a name or anything. But basically V only goes by V and The name they use at clouds is her deadname. Especially cuz she says “only people real close can say that” but like Jackie, mama Welles, Vik, none of them rly did so we (now logically speaking I understand this is a developer thing, so re-recording lines and etc BUT as someone with a deadname It felt really validating to have that scene and have ppl never call her that name ever cuz she doesn’t let them) (my tag for V will be “ V ( ) ”)

I’m really bad and typing on my phone. So sorry about my organization and text speech ;-;💦 another thing is that We HC we as a she/they.

Our path is basically, Fem!V, streetkid, and Sun ending for her. She is super in denial and has had tons of shitty exes not like super bad experiences just- never really had a rly successful relationship. Johnny definitely teases her about her shitty experiences on occasion.

MOST OF THIS IS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD IM SO SORRY

V hates corporate wars (the musical) and is that typical “I just don’t get why they’re fucking singing and dancing” type of person. She finds it annoying as shit. (Couldn’t be me I love musicals shdjdjf)

V is a solo. Dump the INT/net running stuff. She’s got that energy. She’s not like stupid or anything but she’s got mega ADHD and acts it sometimes. Flighty I think is the word? Also our V tried to get into netrunning as a teen but quit it because she found is wasn’t as easy as the datapools made it seem.

A sad HC we have is that V really loves and cares about panam, Judy, River, Kerry, etc but they never pursue a fulfilling romance with any of them (aside from the initial hook up and shit) because they feel like it’s unfair to become close with others in their life due to their imminent death. Also pushing ppl away is probably another fact of them being a lonesome figure and Johnny’s personality traits rubbing off maybe. (This is a form of self harm shhddndnf but V feels so isolated in their experience and alone and scared)

V pushes her limits a lot of the time. Doing too many gigs, trying to fit too many jobs at once simply because she feels her time is rushed

She got the chippin’ in and animal skull tattoo when she was 17 and had a brief phase of samurai cuz as an edgy 17-year old thought it’d be cool as fuck. Later she got the snake and others to add to her ink.

Another HC that she was a straight edge who doesn’t smoke or do much other than drink on occasion. She only smokes for Johnny if he’s a really good boy :-) (which he is NEVER, and also it’s a veiled excuse to smoke for herself from stress) but slowly starts smoking bit by bit as it goes on.

I need to like write this stuff on a laptop but I feel terribly for leaving ppl hanging so I might edit this tomorrow or just rewrite the post later 🥺💦

Vincent is her brother- he lives back in Atlanta still tryna make it. So basically we have a reverse where it explains the male and fem v and all that. They both go to Atlanta. Whichever returns to night city is the one that does the whole games story etc etc. very fun we talk about it a lot.

Also uuuuh our HC is Johnny and V in love ahebdndnfjd 😭 not anything original though. It’s just an intimate and unconditional experience.

Also thank my soulmate smeriic for makin’ all these amazing doodles of V and Johnny 👉👈 I might join in and make some Johnny v art as well to compliment if I write any fics. Just to have something to tag them along with

[yanderepuck]

The way that the other anon handled the way they spoke was definitely a little out of line but I have to agree with their point about tagging. I'm not going to list a bunch of things or whatever but all we ask is that you tag your posts with trigger warnings at least for the sake of the minors that may follow you.

Your content is great and your blog is a lot of fun to interact with what with your ocs and everything but it becomes a little hard to enjoy it when there's triggering content coming up. I'm not saying stop posting said content but, as politely as I can, all I request is that you tag it accordingly.

We could just follow the tags that you post in but, with tumblr's new based on your likes thing the personal stuff that you may post can still very well come up on people's dashes and they can't really avoid it because they have no tags that they can filter out.

On another note, stay safe and take care of yourself. Take a break of you need to and have a glass of water, maybe take a moment to breath of need be. I apologise if this ask comes off as at all offensive or rude, that's not my intention and I genuinely wish you a good rest of the year

This. This is how you come to someone about this.

I hear you, and your concerns and there is a higher possibility that I will do so, however, int he moment of one of these breakdowns I'm not thinking very well. I'm not thinking "oh lets tw tag this"

Not saying that is an excuse, just simply stating.

I also had no idea tumblr had that feature tbh???? I haven't gotten it on my blog, only tag and blogs i follow. So that is good to know.

This ask doesn't come off as rude as all. You put it how one should so I applaud at that

[tealin]

Scene 2: Int. Cape Evans, The Tenements

As usual, the version with all the pictures can be found at the original blog. I am not even going to try fixing the image tags here because that has never worked, but I think the images show up after a few hours, so um ... check back maybe? Or refresh? You're better off going to the source, though. Sorry.

As we walk deeper into the hut from the mens’ quarters, coming through the gap in the bulkhead, the view looks like this:

Today we’re going to look at the section to our left, or mapping the hut in nautical terms, starboard amidships. This is the area of the hut that was known as ‘The Tenements’ for how crowded and relatively sloppily built the bunks were. One very famous photo of The Tenements has all its residents in their places and shows this area at its most lived-in – it was October 1911, everyone had spent a winter in their little domains, and were about to set off on the journey for the Pole.

This is The Tenements as they appeared in November 2019:

The first thing that struck me about seeing the Tenements in person was how small they were. Scale in Ponting’s photograph is thrown off partly by the framing, but mostly by everyone lying down aside from the shortest of the Tenements’ tenants, Birdie Bowers. To my surprise, I could easily see over the top bunks, and I am only 5’6”.

We’re going to start at the forward end, with Cherry and Birdie’s bunks. Cherry is the main character in my graphic adaptation of his book, and I’ll be drawing a lot from his point of view, so getting a really solid idea of his bunk area was a must.

Although the Tenements photo has everyone with their heads at the public end of their bunks, they probably slept the other way around, for such privacy and quiet as one could find with 25 men in a 50’x25’ room. While the Cape Evans hut feels like it’s full of stuff now, comparing the modern hut with the Tenements photo above, you’ll see just how much more stuff there was back in 1911!

Cherry was a great fan of Kipling, and brought his whole collection with him – these likely lived on the small shelf you can see against the hut wall. The bed is now covered with stray bits of clothing, and one of the socks has Cherry’s name sewn into it, so I assume the others have been identified as his too.

The ladder leads up to Bowers’ bunk, so let’s take a look at that …

This is the foot end, which he also used as a desk, as you can see in the Ponting photo. The boards blocking it off from the main hut weren’t there in October 1911, so they may have been added the second winter, but Scott’s men weren’t the only ones to have used this hut – a couple of years after they left, Shackleton’s Ross Sea Party moved in, and one of them may have moved into Bowers’ bunk and sought some extra privacy.

But the real treasure of Bowers’ bunk is at the other end …

It’s his hat! The actual Green Hat of legend – less green than I was expecting, but definitely the same one as in all his photos. I was so pleased that, of all things, it should still be here – that he didn’t take it on the Southern Journey, that the Ross Sea Party had let it be, and that it hadn’t been pilfered in the years of uncontrolled hut visits before the AHT took charge.

The photo below the hat, I suspect, originally belonged to Cherry. He had found a photo of the actress Marie Lohr in a magazine and wanted it for a pinup, but one of Ponting’s photographs was on the other side of the page. and Ponting thought that was the object of his affection. He offered to mount it nicely for Cherry, which would have meant gluing the lovely Miss Lohr to the mounting board, and with some flustered embarrassment Cherry’s intentions came out. I had some photos of Marie Lohr; none of them are the photo in the hut, but she looks to me like the same person. How it got from Cherry’s bunk to Birdie’s I don’t know – the AHT have been very careful about giving items to the correct people, so it must have been found there. Perhaps the member of the Ross Sea Party who took Birdie’s bunk liked the photo and moved it up there.

My trip here was, in large part, to get photos that were necessary to my storytelling but unlikely to be found anywhere else. The Cape Evans hut is extremely well documented, but there are angles which are important to the reality of living there which do not necessarily make glamourous shots for publication. One of these was the view from the Tenements to the rest of the hut, rather than into the Tenements. It happens also to give you a good sense of how crammed they were.

Immediately to our left here is Titus Oates’ bunk. He was in charge of the horses, so it’s piled high with horse stuff.

The fringe in the middle is, in effect, pony sunglasses – it was originally dyed brown and would have hung down over their eyes like hair, blocking out a large portion of the harsh sunlight and snow glare. Ponies can get snowblindness too!

Behind us, from where we are standing looking at Titus’ bunk here, is Meares’ bunk, and below that, Atkinson’s. Atkinson, who alone shared the Tenements with Cherry through the miserable second winter, was in command of the expedition at that point; as doctor as well, he had a very heavy job in keeping the bereaved and stir-crazy men on the right side of health, both physical and mental. As leader, he could have moved into Scott’s much more comfortable and private space – that he didn’t, and that the thought of such a thing didn’t even turn up in anyone’s journals, says a lot about him and all of them. He stuck it out in his Spartan cubbyhole, within view of his best friend’s now deserted place, and was there for everyone.

It was here that I spotted the thing that, of all the amazing things in the hut, nearly brought a tear to my eye.

If you look at the Ponting photo at the start of this post, you will see that the string once held a spoon! I don’t know if it belonged to Meares or Atch – in the photo the string doesn’t look long enough to reach either of them. I think of it as ‘Atch’s spoon’ but that may be just because it’s hanging by his face; Meares seemed more the type to be possessive about silverware. Wilson’s cartoon in the South Polar Times suggests there was once an entire cutlery set hanging here, but that may have been a comedic exaggeration.

People visiting the hut often say it feels like the people are still there, or that they could walk in the door at any moment. I wanted to feel that, but I have to confess my experience was quite the opposite: they were gone, very gone, and had been for a very long time. Finding the string there without the spoon summed that up that better than anything.

Our next stop is the stern of the hut – Scott’s cubicle, Ponting’s darkroom, and the lab. Before we go, let’s take one look back at the Tenements.

[celtics534]

Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing: 30 Questions for Authors

This is such a cool tag! Thanks @breaniebree

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Hinny, all the way! It wasn’t good, but it was Hinny.

Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them?

I tend to participate in them semi-often on SIYE. I find them a good way to get some creative juices flowing with a topic or subject I wouldn’t have thought about on my own. 

Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

I go chapter by chapter. I would confuse myself too much if I started writing chapter 5 but then headed over to chapter 12. Also, I kinda don’t plan everything that far ahead. Which I’ll explain more in the next question lol

Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

I do a quick overall base of what I want to do, who the enemies are, important moments I really want to happen, but I never do a full outline. A lot of the time I will have something planned for 5 chapters in the future, but no idea how to get there. I let inspiration strike me and go from there. 

What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

A hot cup of tea, music playing softly in the background, and an empty house. It’s perfect when everything is quiet except for my music and my mechanical keyboard.  

If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?

Hmmm. I’ve never tested myself but I think the most I’ve ever done is 10,000 in one day. I wrote two chapters of “Only the Best” in one day and I aimed to make every chapter in that story at least 5,000 words. So I’d guess around 10,000. 

Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

Editing. I hate re-reading my work only looking for flaws. If I were to re-read my work I’d want it to be for enjoyment and nostalgia, but alas in order to find enjoyment in the writing it needs to be edited well lol. 

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

There is this live version of Can’t Go on Without You by KALEO that I love. Actually I’m listening to it right now. I listen to it at least once when I’m writing. 

Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

AU”s all the way! I love taking a different world than the original and trying to fit everything into this different situation. I love Muggle AU’s the best for some reason.  

Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

Dialogue is so much fun. Trying to come up with a witty comeback or heartwrenching final line is so intense and interesting. 

If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

I love me some fluff. Like sometimes I go out with every intention on making things angst, and then they turn int fluff lol.

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

I don’t think I’ve done a “forced to share a bed” fic and that could be fun

Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

Does slow burn count as a trope? I just can’t handle waiting so long for my ship together lol

If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

Ginny Weasley and Hermione. Hermione because she could get us off the island somehow, and Ginny because she and I would have a great time cracking jokes while we helped Hermione. 

A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

Hmmm. I think I would dig a film of Doom Days or Covert Love. Both have everything needed for a movie. Action, romance, and twists you don’t see coming lol.

What is your most underrated fic?

I wouldn’t say I have any underrated fics because they always are so much better received than I ever intend… that being said, I would love if more people read Doom Days

What fic are you most proud of?

This goes back to the last question. I spent so long planning and plotting Doom Days and I am extremely happy with the way it’s come out. 

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Well because I don’t want to give to much away I’ll show off this once part. 

His lips curled with forced levity. 

I love the word levity and I really wanted to use it and then I thought about how when I’m making a bad joke in a bad moment I always smile to make people understand how I truly feel. Such a simple sentence brought me so much pride.

Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

I find that I struggle with Hermione. She’s so much more… straight edge than I tend to focus on, so I have a hard time adding her into stories because I’m afraid I won’t do her justice. 

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

Right now it’s Prue from Covert Love. She is my own created character and I’ve had so much fun crafting this backstory that revolves around.... Things I wouldn’t talk about here ;)

What is the one fic that got away?

It hasn’t gotten away yet! I can still write it…. But when I was on a volcano in Spain I saw an adorable meet-cute and I really wanna make it a Hinny meet-cute. I just need to dedicate time… which I never seem to have lol  

Have you cried while writing a fic?

Ummm…. I don’t think there have ever been tears but I was hit hard while writing the argument between Harry and Ginny in Covert Love. 

If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

Hmmm. I think I would have to say Only the Best because I would have liked to add more hints towards who was the culprit. I don’t think I put out enough clues so the reader could have had a chance to figure it out on their own. 

How did you come up with title for Covert Love?

I knew I was going to be focusing a lot on the undercover element in this story but the love aspect was also going to be huge so I looked up words that meant undercover and really liked Covert. And it’s also a play on words because Harry and Ginny need to keep their love covert from everyone so Harry doesn’t get in trouble ;)

Which idea came to you first in Covert Love?

It was literally just the general idea of Harry being undercover and falling in love with Ginny. The idea to have her be under his protection started to form as I explored ways for them to meet. And when I decided to have him be unable to tell her about his job… I knew I had something I would love creating and working on. I knew I would have drama and so many intense moments I would be so proud of the story, which is always my goal. 

Which part of Covert Love was the hardest to write?

The moment where Harry and Ginny fight because he didn’t tell her about his job. I knew the discovery scene was going to be vital and it always hurts to write Ginny and Harry fighting. So it felt like a lot of pressure and I think overall it came out really well!

If you were ever to do a sequel to Covert Love, what do you think might happen in it?

Hmmm… well I don’t have any plans on doing a sequel at this time, but that’s because I haven’t finished writing the first one yet :P

In Covert Love, what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about Hinny?

Harry and Ginny getting to stay together when everything is said and done… maybe a kid or two that love quidditch as much as their mom 

A word that describes my WIP

Strive. Everyone is striving for something, even the bad guy. It all comes back to the person and their goals and how much effort they are willing to put into getting what they want/need. 

Tell us an idea for a long fic you want to write in the future.

Well… I haven’t started it at all and the research will take a while, but I wanna do a Muggle AU treasure hunter fic. Harry is a treasure hunter who is out searching for a famous lost treasure. While out on an adventure, he runs into a wild red head who is somehow roped into helping Harry. They hate each other at first but fall in love with each other as the adventure goes on. Also, there is another hunter out for the glory of finding this treasure and they have to deal with that crazy bloke and his men. If you’ve played the Uncharted games you’ve seen the format and I’d love to do something with it! Let me know what you guys think!

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Well, folks, let’s try this; let it be clear i’m putting this under the cut because it’s easier to avoid like this for people who don’t care to scroll through tons of text they don’t care about, but if you want to engage in any way please do

obsession of the week is: og team polycule (with lots of sexy) and this post is mostly about Sasha (and her relationship with Jon)

warnings: 24/7 d/s relationship, sex at work, sub!jon. Though not explicitly said under there ‘cause i’m just throwing this out as it comes to me and it makes little sense, this is part of an entirely consensual dynamic/relationship. ...if definitely unrealistically sexy, shh.

Things I cannot help to think about: 

- This job was for Sasha, everybody expected Sasha to have this job, even Jon assumed she would, and then she didn’t. Jon agreed to take it because it was a good opportunity, and he had a long discussion with Sasha about it (the first point that endeared Sasha to him forever) and they’d agreed that Sasha would look for another job but was willing to help out in the Archives in the meantime. 

But of course, down int the Archives, it’s oddly... good. She’s got Tim there, and Martin’s sweet -- though they clash a few times, eventually, until they get to a place where she sees Martin, better, properly, and actually Jon helps a lot in that regards, because without quite realizing he gives Martin a lot of his confidence once he’s past the stage of “let’s criticize martin who’s not doing the work i expect him to be doing” 

and yeah, it looks like Jon’s fumbling at his job, but also he tries hard, harder than all of them, and he is hard on himself, and relentless in trying to make this work and -- more importantly, and she cannot explain this properly, in any sort of rational way .... Jon in the Archives feels right. He feels like he belongs in the middle of those Archives; associating Jon with them, with the statements, it becomes so easy; and, of course, Jon’s pretty as hell, and Sasha may not care for romantic relationships, but she does have a sex drive, and it’s hard to resist doing anything when Jon stares at her, grateful and softer than he can be with the others, eyes dark and pretty with long eyelashes, long beautiful hands fidgeting with his tape recorder; it’s hard to look away when he comes with his skirts, when he laughs, when he unconsciously leans his head on the side, thoughtful, and shows his bare neck, hair falling gently over his high cheekbones.

So Sasha keeps like, putting off searching for a new job, and she keeps getting close to Martin and Jon as well as Tim, and when they finally begin this -- when the assistants finally admit they all have a ThingTM for their boss, and that they set to seduce him, and it works;; well. it’s like, a brand new world, you know? And Jon’s extremely new to the sex thing, apparently only ever had one ex with whom he did very little, and he is so GENUINE; every time he is baffled, amused, aroused, peaceful, embarrassed, it shows on his face. And every time they suggest something new, he looks incredulous that they may even want to try, but he says “I suppose we can” and it goes further and further and;

well, Jon’s a sub, and he’s a very good sub at that; he gets bratty and unimpressed with Tim, because they like the push and pull, and he is the sweetest with Martin; but with Sasha, there is something else. There’s a need to impress, to make proud, to be good; he tries hard with Sasha the same way he’s always trying hard to make the Archives work, and in turn, it makes Sasha all the more fond of Jon, and all the more determined to be good at being in charge. She can handle do this. Sasha was always meant to lead, and she likes it a lot. She pushes Jon a bit, but Jon follows. 

And look. This didn’t start with Sasha in charge, exactly; if anything, Martin is the one who reads Jon well, from day one, who intuitively seems to know what works and what doesn’t, and Tim and Sasha are happy to follow his advice. (Jon, as well. Jon listens to them all so well. Jon trust them with this, he who could easily go without sex if they wanted to stop tomorrow, he is always willing to admit they know best in that, and if the play adds up, if they love to say they know best not just for sex, but for a bit more details of Jon’s life, well --). But then they move together; but then the lines sort of blur gently on what is a scene, and what isn’t; Jon is their boss, Jon is their sub, Jon is their pet; Jon is theirs. 

(Jon is Sasha’s)

The lines blurr, and suddenly, Jon gets stressed at work, and it’s easy to put him on his knees to calm him down; and that’s the last piece of the puzzle; Jon was already submissive to them in every other aspect of their lives; Jon is their boss, and they like to call him that (especially Tim) and they’ve even got him his nice little collar with the tag boss on it. But he is not in charge, not anymore, not really, even when they give him the illusion of it, and he spends a lot of days in the Archives at Sasha’s feet, on Martin’s lap, in Tim’s arms and, well, 

Someone needs to be in charge, and it’s not even a question of who it could be. 

Sasha sits in the head archivist’s office, and she works, and gives orders, and from time to time glance fondly and sharply at jon, who’s tied up and dazed and naked and currently holding on his back two piles of discarded statements. 

Sasha makes calls and decisions, and caresses Jon’s head casually, as he leans his head into her lap, blindfolded and gagged. 

Jon calls her ma’am, once, and it sends such a rush in Sasha’s stomach and head; Jon calls Tim and Martin by their names, you see; but this is between Jon and her. Jon says Ma’am, and that’s perfect. Sasha starts to slowly call him pet, and that, too, is nice and accurate. Her pretty, smart, obedient Jon, who tries so hard for her, who is so good for her --

He still feels incredibly right in the Archives. Jon was made to be there, whether he is working or being used as furniture, or stress relief, or even useful decoration. Jon’s the Archivist, and Sasha would never take that from him. Jon reads the statements, Jon gets the powers, Jon belongs in the Archives, Jon is entirely part of the Archives, even when he comes home with them every night.

But Sasha’s in charge of them. And, that, too, feels perfectly right.

Jon and her both agree.

[writingformadderton]

To the moon and back

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2195

Summary: Taron is in a secret relationship with Richard. When Taron gets nominated for an Oscar they decide to make it public in the case he should win. But he doesn’t and Taron finds another way to make it official...

Additional Tags: FLUFF, soft, kissing, cheesy, secret relationship, stargazing

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Taron has his arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s neck and kisses him softly. He feels his full and soft lips underneath his own and smiles into the kiss.

“What are you smiling at?” his lover asks and pulls back, looking at him with his deep blue ocean eyes.

“Just happy to have you.” He admits and kisses him again.

Taron isn’t lying. The last few months with Rich have been the best and happiest of his life. His heart is whole, and he feels safe around him. When they got together, he told Richard he doesn’t want to make it public immediately. Richard understood, it was Taron’s first relationship with a man and he didn’t want to rush things. But now five and a half months later he is sure, it was the right decision to be with Richard.

Rich looks at him adoringly and lets his eyes wander all over Taron’s face. He stares into the most beautiful, blueish green puppy eyes he has ever seen. He sees his soft lips and the adorable dimples that appear whenever he smiles. “I’m happy too.” He presses his lips onto Taron’s again but pulls back quickly when someone knocks at the door and comes inside.

“Taron, the interview starts in five minutes.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there in a minute.” He promises and the assistant closes the door to his room again. T sighs and pulls Rich closer again. “I’m sorry that we always have to hide.”

Richard shakes his head and presses a kiss onto his forehead. “You told me you want to keep it private int the beginning and I told you that’s okay to me. I don’t have to walk around and tell everyone we are a couple.” He states and smirks shortly. “Even though I would love to make them all jealous.” 

“Don’t make me blush before an interview.” he giggles, and his eyes light up, getting a beautiful bright green color.

“I love you, Taron. You can announce it as soon as you’re ready. I won’t push you into it, alright?” Rich asks and smiles at him reassuringly.

“Thanks, love.” T sighs relieved and leans his forehead against Richard collecting all his strength and calmness. “I think I have to go.”

Richard kisses him one last time. “Have fun.”

- 

“Taron, your fans are crazy about you, I mean, don’t let me start on the thirst tweet video.” The interviewer says and Taron chuckles thinking back to it. “But how is it working with relationships in your private life? Are you still single?”

Taron thinks for a short moment. “Let’s say I’m really happy with my current situation.” He answers and smirks a bit. Now he didn’t give them anything.

“No one you like?”

“No.” like was simply the wrong term for Taron. He loves Richard with all of his heart.

“Do you wanna have children one day?” he asks curiously taking some notes.

Taron fights the urge to roll his eyes, those questions were always the same. “I would love to, maybe one day.” He can imagine Richard smirking at that answer. They talked about that once before and Rich told him they could still adopt a child if they were ready.

“You’ve been spotted hanging out with your former costar Richard Madden quite often these last few months. Any comment on that?” he asks, and T tries to stay as relaxed as before.

“Isn’t that what people do when they mean something to each other?” he asks and smirks a bit. Again, he didn’t tell him anything.

 Richard races into the living room and excited and rushes straight over to Taron. “My beautiful baby!”

Taron looks up confused and already feels Richards lips on his, kissing him sweetly. “What is going on?” he asks amused and looks at him adoringly seeing how bright his blue eyes are shining.

“Guess who’s been nominated for the Oscars this year?” Rich asks and looks at him proudly.

T cheers as he jumps up and grabs his hands happily. “I knew they would nominate you!”

“What? NO!” Richard growls annoyed and lets go of his hands.

“I don’t get it.” Taron admits confused and looks up to him. Who was nominated then?

“You’re so dumb sometimes, it’s adorable.” he chuckles and places a kiss onto his lips as T pouts playfully. “It’s you, gorgeous.”

“No way.” Taron starts laughing and punches his arm playfully. “Good joke, love.” he shakes his head amused and walks over to the kitchen. “What do you want for dinner? We could cook but honestly we can order something as well-.” he stops when he sees Richard trying not to laugh. “What?!”

“Look at your phone, idiot.” Richard says laughing and Taron frowns. “Just do it.”

Taron takes out his phone and sees a notification from Instagram. He opens it and sees a post of Elton congratulating him on his nomination for the Oscars. T stares at his phone for a moment before his eyes widen and he looks up in complete shock. “You’re kidding me?”

“Just believe it, you dumbass.” Rich groans and walks over to him. “You’re gonna win an Oscar.”

Taron lets out a laugh and shakes his head putting his phone aside. “No, I won’t.” he laughs and pulls Rich in a hug. “Even though I love to see how excited you are about this.”

“I wonder why you aren’t.” Rich frowns and pulls him closer.

“Because I’m keeping my expectations low, so I won’t be disappointed. And I won’t win so.” Taron shrugs his shoulders and plays with Richards hair.

“Wanna bet?” Richard raises his eyebrows at him and T thinks for a moment before giving in. “What will you do when you win?”

“I��ll announce that we’re a couple thanking my boyfriend.” Taron says with a soft smile seeing Richards adoring look. “And when I lose, we’ll go and get some fried chicken.” he says, and Richard cracks up.

“That’s a win-win for you.” he protests.

“As if you would be against one of those two.” T raises his eyebrows at him and grins.

- 

A few months later Richard steps in the bathroom and sees Taron trying to close the buttons of his jacket. He smiles and walks over to him, replacing his hands with his own. “You’re nervous?” he asks compassionately.

“A bit.” T admits. He doesn’t think he will win but it was still nerve wrecking. It was his first nomination for a bloody Oscar. “At least I’m sitting next to you.”

“Yeah.” Rich says and fixes Taron’s tie. “The next time I’ll hold your hand will be when we walk down the red carpet.” He winks at him and T just giggles.

“Let’s see if I win today. The next event we have to attend is three weeks later.” Taron answers and kisses him lovingly.

 -

Taron claps as the name of one of his co-nominees gets called. If he’s totally honest with himself, he’s a bit disappointed, because he feels like he let Elton and Dexter down. But just getting a nomination was nice.

T looks over at Richard who has a small smile on his lips. “It’s alright.” Taron assures him and grabs his hand just shortly to squeeze it.

- 

A bit later they are home already again, avoiding as much time outside together as possible, because they always had to hide. Taron recognizes Richard being more disappointed about it than Taron himself, and he thinks he knows why. Richard gave him time and supported him with everything, but he wanted to make it official this night while bursting with pride at his boyfriend. “are you okay, Richie?” T asks softly as they step inside their shared apartment and Rich nods.

“I’m just a bit tired and I need a shower.” he answers and slides off his shoes. “I hope you’re not too disappointed about it.” he says and rubs his shoulder lovingly.

“It would have been amazing, but it wouldn’t have been my highlight of this year, Rich.” he wraps his arms around him and smiles up to him. “Moving in and being able to spend my time with you means so much more.”

Richards face softens and he nods. “You’re right.” he leans down and connects their lips to warm kiss. “We’ll get some fried chicken when we showered, alright?”

“Yes.” Taron answers and smiles at him. As soon as Richard is upstairs and he hears him turning on the shower, T plants himself at the sofa. He searches through his photo gallery on his phone once again and picks out one of Richard and him kissing each other happily. Taron always loved this picture and he knows exactly how to use it now.

 -

Richard sits on the sofa scrolling through his phone bored and hears Taron coming down the stairs. Taron steps inside with his phone in his hand and looks at him with a small smirk. “What?” he asks confused.

“Nothin’.” T says and hits the post button on his phone.

Richards phone vibrates as he gets a message, he looks at it confused when he sees T posted something. He clicks on the notification and frowns a bit while it loads the picture. Then he sees Taron’s favorite picture of them kissing and raises his eyebrows surprised. He reads the caption and his heart warms.

I didn’t win a bloody Oscar today, but honestly, I won something so special almost six months ago. I love you, Rich.

Rich looks up in awe and sees the soft smile on his boyfriends’ lips. He jumps up and pulls him into a tight and strong hug. “I love you.” he whispers and closes his eyes happily.

“I love you too.” Taron whispers back and smiles widely. Both of their phones vibrate and Taron pulls back with a sigh. They take them and mute them, focusing back on each other.

“Let’s get something to eat.” Rich winks at him and kisses him quickly.

 -

Taron giggles as Richard feeds him a piece of chicken and licks his fingers clean. It’s already dark outside but they enjoy the comfortable silence in their backyard. They decided to eat outside and Taron placed a big blanket onto the grass, Richard brought the food, two glasses and a bottle of wine with him.

Richard watches his boyfriend adoringly who’s wearing his jumper, and realizes once more how much he loved seeing Taron wearing his clothes.

Taron catches his gaze and raises his eyebrows questioning. “What?”

“You’re so beautiful, that’s all.” Rich admits and he’s glad it’s already dark outside so Taron can’t fully see how much he blushes.

“And you’re a softie.” T giggles and rolls his eyes playfully, trying to hide how much it made it him blush. Richard still made him blush with a simple compliment, his heart still races a bit when he sees this adoring soft look in his eyes and he still sinks so deep into those damn blue eyes.

“Says you.” Rich chuckles and reaches out for him to fondle over his cheek.

The Welsh sits opposite him and comes closer now, wanting to be close to him. Their legs touch through the sweatpants and it warms him perfectly. He takes a piece of chicken into his mouth halfway and raises his eyebrows at Rich who chuckles while rolling his eyes and takes the other half into his mouth. They both take a bite and kiss. T pulls back chuckling and chews happily on his chicken. “My two favorite things, lucky me.” he sighs.

“You really put fried chicken and me at the same stage?” Richard asks laughing and rubs his face amused.

“Maybe.” Taron says and grins at him. “But I’m still deciding on who tastes better.” he teases, and Richards jaw drops in surprise.

“Taron!” he squeaks and leans over to him tickling him. “You naughty -.” he gets cut off by Taron kissing him with trembling lips, trying to hold back his laughter.

They finish their meal teasing each other and sharing sweet words, getting cheesy. Taron was sure if someone would hear them, they would declare them as crazy and run for their life. They finish their wine and Richard puts everything aside, lying down on the blanket.

Taron lies down next to him and cuddles into him looking up into the sky. They enjoy the comfortable silence between them for a moment and watch the dark night sky, covered with all the stars. T sees a shooting star and points at it. “Make a wish.”

“I have everything I could wish for already.” Rich says softly and plants a kiss onto his temple.

“Right…Who needs a bloody Oscar anyways?” Taron answers and cuddles deep into his boyfriend who wraps his arms around him protectively.

“We don’t.” Rich just answers and feels Taron shifting next to him and sitting up.

“I love you more than anything else.” T whispers and leans down to him.

“I love you too, bubs.” The Scottish whispers back and plays with his fluffy hair. “To the moon and back.”

“To the moon and back it is.” Taron kisses him and settles down in his arms again. He was home.

 @taron-eggmcmuffin @anxiety-at-the-classroom @multicoloredchicken @primaba11erina @sarahegerton96 @naptitimadderton @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed

[strangesoulmates]

Also, is there some story of inspiration behind your specific works? For example, As Certain Dark Things Are to be Loved? You called it comfort food and it definitely is, but what inspired you to start it? Same goes for More Precious than Rubies, Pledged in Blood, Good Intentions, Matelotage, and basically every other story of yours. Their plots are so different, united only by most delicious characterization. Was there smth. big that gave you any of these ideas?

I know I've answered this at least a few times before for some of these fics, but since my tagging is garbage and I can't find any of them, I'd be happy to do it again, especially since it was awhile ago and I know that lots of new people probably don't know.

I guess I'll answer about them in the order I published them to try and make the timeline clearer?

More Precious than Rubies was...God, I don't even know how the hell I had the courage to post it, it was so far out of left field compared to most of what I was reading.  Anyway, I somehow wound up in the depths of Tomarry hell my last year of college right before finals, and since I was supposed to be, you know, writing papers and taking exams and shit, I couldn't actually channel any of that into writing, when my summer research internship started, I lost my fucking mind when it came to writing.  I have two different WiPs from that period that still haven't been published but stand at several thousand words (one is...jesus, nearly 100k and no where close to done).  There was a throwaway line in that fic

“You’re like a dragon,” Harry said with a fond, if exasperated sigh. “Hoarding treasure.”

Tom found himself quite pleased and flattered at the comparison. No one had ever put his need to collect trophies in such terms before. It didn’t hurt that it clearly showed that Harry thought of Tom as dangerous and powerful, for all that it was clear Harry felt himself safe with him.

Staring into emerald eyes, he barred his teeth in a vicious grin.

“A dragon. I quite like that. Yes. I am a dragon, and you, my beloved,” Tom said, wrapping his arms tightly around him and pressing a lingering, covetous kiss to his forehead, “you are my most prized jewel.”

Tom watched Harry’s expression in fascination, watching as surprised pleasure and irritation warred across his face.

And that idea stuck with me and ate my brain until More Precious than Rubies was Born.

Fun fact, Harry is also compaired to a magical creater in the fic languishing on my harddrive:

“He’s like a bloody niffler, sniffing gold out of places no one else would think to look,” Tom ground out, voice reluctantly impressed and immensely frustrated. “I don’t understand how he finds these people, let alone how they end up being so bloody useful.  And yet he does it, time after time.”

The rest under the cut, because theres A LOT

As Certain Dark Things Are to be Loved is actually because of a prompt meme I've never been able to find again that I read when my brain was in just the right place to latch on and have a complete breakdown over (in a fun, creative way).  I forget what the theme of the list was, but the prompt that caught my attention was something along the lines of "Character A and Character B were childhood friends.  Character A kissed B before moving away.  In college, they discover Character B living across the hall."  And then things just spiraled totally out of control.  

It started out as just imagining how I could twist things from Cannon to make them fit and what that would look like. It was also my first time writing a nonomagical AU so it involved a lot of thought.  I had also just graduated college and was at home while all my friends were in grad school (which I talked about here) and I really missed it.  All of that came together to write a whole lot of this very quickly, and I, after some hemming and hawing, decided to post it.  Visits to grad schools I had been admitted to only added fuel to the fire. 

Good intentions came, of all places, out of watching an episode of Lie To Me (a very interesting TV show that I enjoy revisiting from time to time).  In a particular episode, the main character deals with like, a suave, sophisticated character who ran a criminal empire and clearly some kind of sociopath and I was like “TOM!  THAT’S IT!  IT’S MODERN DAY TOM!!!” and then several episodes later (or earlier?) they were trying to get something out of a criminal who was in prison who ALSO reminded me strongly of Tom and I was like “Harry would absolutely be how they got him to talk, by putting him in that room” and  like you know, even little flashes of dialog because apparently James arrested Tom and the little bit of dialog was “He’s not obsessed with the son because he hates the father.  He hates the father because he’s obsessed with the son.” (none of this is in the fic or will be in the fic, but it was a big part of its genesis).

Then I asked myself follow-up questions, like “how does Tom even know Harry?” and the answer I came up with at first was them getting to know each other while Tom was in prison. So I thought, okay, well, pen pals maybe?  As like part of a college class (since I think think that’s the only place that there could be an assignment like that)?  Because at some point around here I fixated on the idea of like, them meeting for person the first time in prison and that being where their relationship really developed (originally this was called Cellmate AU in my docs)

And then I decided for some reason that Harry should be a little kid, just because I kind of loved the idea of the contrast between his childish innocence and Tom’s…Tomness.  And that’s the convoluted story of how Good intentions first came to be.

Pledged in Blood was my attempt at trying to write something small and self contained for a Tomarry Big Bang awhile ago.  The initial idea came out the idea of wanting a grown up criminal mastermind Tom to run into Harry who is a police officer and for that to lead to desperate makeouts because they were very close as kids and Tom thought Harry was dead.  And so then the thought was, "okay, what the hell situation could they have been in where that could have happened?"  Kidnapping was the answer I came up with.

I started out with it as a Muggle AU, but it just didn't feel right. But the idea of Tom and Harry being kidnapped together got stuck in my brain and thus Pledged in Blood was born. The idea that sparked it actually got partially used int the deepest secret nobody knows] because I liked it too much not to scavenge it for something else.

The Heart of a Star and Matelotage are both gifts for @acciotomriddle based on her prompts for some kind of gift exchange. I couldn't finish one in time because it got out of control (surprise surprise) and then THE SAME THING HAPPENED WITH THE OTHER ONE.   But I posted them both because I was attached at that point.

And I'm not going to talk about Janus because telling  you about what inspired it would spoil everything. When it's no longer a spoiler, maybe I'll make a post about it.

[definedwrath]

      uploading  data  …  ⟳  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴  !

*  ;  —  welcome  ,  MARINA  ANDRIESKI  .  a  long  way  from  the  magicians  ,  huh  ?  hm  …  a  twenty  -  six  year  old  diagon  alley  store  employee  who  looks  like  KACEY  ROHL  —  could  be  worse  .  i  heard  you  were  at  THE  FACTORY  when  we  un  -  glitched  ,  &  you  (  bought  yourself  a  drink  ]  .  still  the  analytical  &  self  -  serving  type  ,  that’s  why  [  red  lipstick  smudged  on  pale  skin  ,  a  flicker  of  a  candle's  flame  ,  &  heeled  boots  echoing  on  tiled  floor  ]’s  totally  your  vibe  .  the  memory  of  BEING  MURDERED  BY  REYNARD  is  hazy  ,  but  maybe  the  (  moonstone  ring  &  black  cat  familiar  ,  cupcake  )  waiting  for  you  at  the  pawn  shop’ll  bring  clarity  .  +  witch  ,  genderfluid  [  she/they  ]  ,  pansexual  .  

           tws  :  death  ,  rape  /  sexual assault  

BEGINNING  —  born  marina  andrieski  ,  she  lived  in  new  york  all  her  life  .  she  had  a  family  that  she  doesn't  care  to  remember  ,  a  father  she  doesn't  want  to  remember  .  for  all  she  cares  about  ,  her  life  only  mattered  post  -  brakebills  .  she  could  have  come  into  her  own  ,  there  .  but  ,  she  had  gotten  expelled  ,  disgraced  by  dean  fogg  .  they  had  taken  her  memories  away  from  her  ,  but  a  freak  accident  left  her  with  her  realisation  of  magic  once  more  .  with  her  sudden  realisation  back  ,  she  groomed  her  magic  ,  becoming  a  hedge  witch  as  she  scoured  places  for  spells  to  gain  higher  star  levels  ,  so  much  so  that  she  opened  a  safehouse  .  a  fellow  hedge  witch  ,  hannah  ,  had  gotten  into  her  debt  due  to  constant  favours  ,  and  marina  used  it  for  her  advantage  ,  using  hannah's  daughter  to  smuggle  objects  and  texts  out  of  brakebills  .  she  met  a  woman  named  julia  wicker  and  became  fascinated  by  her  .  she  took  on  the  role  of  a  mentorship  to  her  ,  training  her  in  magic  as  she  used  her  to  sneak  into  brakebills  to  get  her  memories  and  knowledge  back  .  however  ,  julia  turns  and  betrays  her  ,  and  marina  expels  her  from  the  safehouse  ,  burning  the  stars  she  received  in  her  time  with  her  .  julia  and  hannah  meet  and  plot  against  marina  ,  planning  to  steal  her  magical  archive  ,  only  for  marina  to  plant  a  trap  to  kill  hannah  in  retribution  .  confronting  julia  ,  she  apologised  before  warning  her  against  messing  with  her  .  the  two  would  not  cross  paths  until  marina  was  contacted  by  julia  after  she  had  been  raped  by  reynard  the  fox  ,  a  god  who  tricked  our  lady  underground  who  proceeded  to  kill  almost  all  of  the  coven  members  .  worried  about  her  ,  marina  offered  to  help  ,  agreeing  to  wipe  her  memories  .  in  a  plan  to  stop  reynard  ,  marina  would  be  used  as  bait  .  she  performed  the  ritual  to  lure  out  reynard  but  was  stalked  to  her  apartment  ,  having  had  set  wards  up  without  realising  the  god  had  followed  her  .  he  attacked  her  ,  biting  her  fingers  off  and  killing  her  cat  .  she  was  able  to  break  free  of  the  binding  spell  ,  but  was  left  to  fend  for  herself  against  the  god  .  as  for  what  happened  afterwards  ...  the  easy  answer  is  she  died  .  how  much  she  suffered  prior  to  that  ?  well  .

MIDDLE  —  marina  still  goes  by  marina  andrieski  in  her  life  in  the  cloud  .  after  one  too  many  coincidences  ,  she  realised  she  had  magic  and  started  honing  it  .  she  had  gotten  the  letter  to  go  to  hogwarts  and  had  initially  rejected  it  .  the  thought  of  going  to  an  institution  to  learn  magic  made  something  churn  heavy  in  her  chest  ,  instead  learning  magic  through  magical  items  themselves  .  she  had  been  asked  again  to  attend  as  a  university  ,  and  --  only  then  --  did  she  agree  .  she  graduated  and  set  up  shop  working  in  dark  arts  and  oddities  in  diagon  alley  .  

END  —  marina  remembers  everything  ,  even  to  her  untimely  death  .  it  was  terrifying  ,  it  was  unnerving  ,  and  the  pain  weighing  down  on  her  ,  still  ,  phantom  aches  ,  is  indescribable  .  while  she  had  initially  brushed  off  the  memories  by  grabbing  a  drink  at  the  factory  ,  it  wasn't  enough  to  tear  her  mind  away  from  her  new  found  reality  .  it  was  almost  --  almost  --  enough  for  her  to  have  a  breakdown  .  she  would  have  ,  probably  ,  had  she  not  been  in  public  .  the  feeling  of  loss  ,  of  violation  ,  of  agony  ;  it's  not  one  that  she'll  ever  get  rid  of  .  it's  as  if  the  curtain  veil  is  gone  ,  sees  everything  with  clarity  ,  now  .  it's  odd  to  her  ,  to  have  gone  to  hogwarts  ,  wonders  vaguely  if  the  life  she  has  now  would  be  at  all  the  life  she  would  have  had  if  she  had  graduated  cleanly  from  brakebills  .  she  doesn't  regret  being  a  hedge  witch  ,  though  ,  and  with  all  of  her  memories  back  ...  if  a  trinket  in  diagon  alley  goes  missing  every  now  and  then  --  is  it  really  anyone's  business  ,  but  her  own  ?  she  has  free  range  over  her  magic  ,  again  ,  and  while  she  isn't  planning  a  reckoning  :  she  is  going  to  be  taking  the  reins  back  on  her  life  .  she  just  has  to  figure  out  what  she  wants  to  do  next  .  she's  got  time  for  that  ,  after  all  .

SCRIBBLED  IN  THE  MARGIN  —  

DESPERATE  TO  CONNECT  ,

parents  /  siblings  ;  you  know  the  drill  ,  adopted  or  ‘  biological  ’  !  she  was  an  only  child  in  her  original  family  ,  so  it’d  be  fun  for  her  to  have  someone  in  the  cloud  that  might  just  be  able  to  be  the  closest  thing  to  family  for  her  .

hookups  ;  (  m/f/nb  )  ,  whether  they  be  active  hookups  ,  past  hookups  ,  one  night  stands  or  even  a  friends  with  benefits  situation  going  wrong  ;  she’s  definitely  gotten  around  in  the  cloud  ,  and  it’s  not  like  she  has  any  regrets  about  that  .

friends  ;  while  marina  is  staunch  in  her  beliefs  that  she  doesn't  really  have  friends  ,  she  has  people  she  uses  as  acquaintances  ,  it’d  be  cool  for  her  to  have  people  she  actually  has  weak  spots  for  .  or  ,  even  someone  she  can  be  a  bad  influence  to  .

former  classmates  ;  marina  went  to  hogwarts  for  her  university  level  education  and  went  to  the  non  -  magical  schools  otherwise  !  it'd  be  cool  to  have  her  run  into  some  of  them  whether  they  were  friendly  or  adversary  .

mentee  ;  marina  was  a  powerful  witch  even  before  the  veil  was  lifted  ,  and  with  her  full  knowledge  from  her  time  as  a  hedge  witch  back  ?  she’s  an  incredibly  strong  and  competent  witch  ,  it’d  be  fun  for  her  to  have  a  student  she  can  take  on  .

exes  ;  (  m/f/nb  )  ,  suffice  to  say  ,  marina  probably  isn’t  an  easy  person  to  have  a  relationship  with  .  she’s  not  above  using  people  just  to  feel  something  .  whether  it  ended  amicably  or  horribly  ,  if  you  need  an  ex  ?  she's  around  !

TAG  DIRECTORY  ,

iv.   top  bitch  in  new  york   /   abt.     about  . iv.   you  don’t  know  cut  off   /   beg.     starters  . iv.   connections  in  certain  places   /   vis.     visuals  . iv.   you  don’t  scare  me   /   ism.     musings  . iv.   don’t  let  in  a  lot  of  people   /   int.     interactions  . iv.   think  about  how  much  you  learned   /   aes.     aesthetics  . iv.   something  clicks  when  you're  all  in   /   sol.     solos  . iv.   you  want  a  problem  with  me  /  ask.     ask  responses  . iv.   some  kind  of  kindred  spirit  thing   /   dyn.     marina  andrieski  &  the  way  she  let  julia  wicker  past  her  walls  .