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I'm an ENFP (mbti nerd hehe)

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Every week I am reminded why I hate going into the bnha tag. Some of you are just so ... like, did you all fail your language courses? Did you not do any essays or book reports? Can you read?

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GUESS WHICH DUMBASS (ME) FINALLY CLEARED OUT ALL HER LIKES AND CAN FINALLY MOVE ON??!!! MOI~~~ 

I only use this blog now to hold old ass urls from different wips, and I still follow my friends and old mutuals, so this blog won’t stop posting (mostly cause I also don’t want it to get deleted if tumblr ever gets around to enforcing the inactivity rule), but I’m done. After 3 whole ass years. Not a joke, I started trying to get organzied after polyvore died in 2018, and I FINALLY emptied my likes a few days ago. in 2021. But proud, from over 200k to 0 (or actually 42, but tumblr doesn’t show them cause I or OP have each other blocked, I’m guessing, or the posts just don’t exist anymore). 

anyway! 

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤

Rowaelin modern AU ▶ Masterlist

note: don't want to bore anyone but if you like the fic, please take a moment to like, comment and reblog. thank you.

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Aelin Galathynius had to constantly remind herself that murder was very frowned upon as she waited for Meave to dismiss her. She had decided to drop by the principal's office after school ended in order to submit student applications for a position on the student council now that the student elections were close and Meave had called her in, insisting that she had a few details that needed to be discussed immediately only to leave her waiting in her office for the last half hour.

Rowan would be furious with her for being late to the diner. Where the fuck was even Meave?

Almost as if her thoughts had summoned the she devil, she stepped inside, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun and her eyes trained on Aelin. She smiled but it looked more like a baring of teeth. "Aelin, I am afraid we will have to continue our discussion sometime tomorrow. I have other matters to attend to."

"Sure," Aelin said, wishing she could bang the black haired witch's smug face against the glass table.

After that, it did not take long for her to sling her backpack over her shoulder and slip out of the office. Lorcan had promised her a ride to the diner but she was surprised to find him waiting outside, leaning against one of the walls. He scowled, pushing himself off the wall. "Why are you surprised?"

"You waited for me for an hour."

Lorcan rolled his eyes. "Because Fenrys is your ride home. He convinced me to give you a ride home."

Aelin doubted that. She had informed Fenrys on phone earlier today that she would stop by the diner. Since the place was close enough, she had planned to walk over there on foot and then catch a ride home with Aedion once he was done with football practice. That meant Lorcan had no reason to wait around as her chauffeur and if she knew her best friend at all, he rarely did something out of the goodness of his heart.

She told him as much. "Don't bullshit me. What do you want?"

Lorcan said nothing until he parked outside the diner, ready to follow the girl inside. Aelin raised an eyebrow in question before realisation hit her in the face like a brick wall. "Lorcan, you mother hen, tell me you didn't come here because you are worried about me working with Whitethorn?"

His silence was answer enough.

Aelin threw her hands up in exasperation, wishing her friends would stop treating her like she was a fragile porcelain doll. Aedion had the overprotective brother role covered since they were children. She did not need someone else breathing down her neck about it too.

Not that she could do something about the protective bullshit. "Aw, Salvaterre, does that mean you admit we are friends?" She cooed, poking at his cheek.

Lorcan swatted her hand away and scowled even as colour rushed to his cheeks. The cruel, granite hewn features look softer as he clears his throat. "It means I'd rather Rowan doesn't kill you because who else will I pick a fight with everyday?"

"I am sure you can pick a fight with anyone if you like," she said, peeking inside the diner through the stained glass windows to see if Rowan was still here. It was an hour and a half after the time she had told she would be here at. She would not be surprised if he had returned home already, wherever that was. "I will let Rowan know killing me is off the table, don't worry."

"Fine but—"

Aelin rolled her eyes. "I will call you if he tries something funny, I will text you when I am home. I know, I know." Then she leaned in to kiss his cheek and was rushing inside before the poor thing could react.

She could imagine him scowling at her from outside the diner.

Finding Rowan in the diner was harder than she had assumed. Aelin had to look around for a good two minutes before she saw him in the cornermost booth, farthest from the entrance and the tattooed face hidden in a clean, dark blue hoodie. He had made himself inconspicuous with his face buried in his book and the hood drawn over his face, the silver hair hidden from sight. Muttering a quick greeting to the Emrys, the manager standing near the counter, Aelin slipped into the booth, seating herself across from Rowan. She started, "I am terribly sorry! You have to know—"

"Next time you are late, I'll let Mr. Gavriel know how responsible you are," he said, not looking up.

Aelin huffed. If it had been up to her, she would have been here on time. "It's not my fault fucking Meave decided to make me wait for her after school!" She won't be surprised if the principal had done it on purpose too.

Rowan rolled his eyes, sliding the notes he had made towards her. Aelin took that gesture to mean: I don't care. Start working. I don't want to waste any more time. Aelin's stomach had taken to making strange noises out of hunger as she went through notes after notes, then started making her own. She hadn't eaten properly in lunch and the half finished plate of fries resting on the table beside Rowan was not helping. Knowing Emrys, he would be here with her regular order soon enough but it was hard to concentrate on anything when her stomach kept making noises.

When her stomach growled for the fourth time in ten minutes, Rowan rolled his eyes and pushed his plate of fries towards her.

The reluctance must have been apparent on her face because Rowan said in a gruff tone, "Just take it. I don't want to keep listening to your stomach when I am trying to study." Those had to be the most words Aelin had ever heard him utter to someone.

Aelin cocked her head in amusement. "Are you saying I distract you?"

"I am saying," Rowan clenched his jaw, self-control in shreds, "that your stomach is loud enough to wake up the dead buried six feet under."

Aelin chuckled before she dug into the fries, finishing fast enough as though she had inhaled them. Rowan looked engrossed in whatever he was doing but but she knew he was sneaking glances every few minutes, knew because she was doing the same. When Luca brought her order to the table, Aelin offered her partner her food but he grunted in denial, leaving all the food for her to finish.

Not that she was complaining.

Rowan descended into silence again and no matter how much Aelin tried to make small talk, he shut her out, focused on his work. Fifteen minutes turned into an hour and Aelin decided she had had enough, already tired even if she hadn't done a quarter of the work Rowan had with piss poor handwriting, unorganized notes and a half finished doodle to show for it.

Aelin hid her messy scrawl from his vision before clearing her throat. "Can we stop now, please?"

"I am not done," he said simply.

Aelin lamented to herself for all of a minute before she decided it was time to act. She snatched his pen, holding it over her head. Rowan rose from his seat, backing her into one of the corners with a scowl on his face. The scowl deepened further when she ran over to the counter and tried to hide behind Emrys. The old man laughed heartily, stepping aside to give Rowan a wide berth. Traitor.

"Return my pen," Rowan said.

Aelin shook her head, stepping back.

Rowan took another step forward cautiously as if he was approaching a wild animal who he did not wish to provoke. He said through gritted teeth, "Return my pen, Aelin. I want to get this assignment over with."

Aelin tried to take another step back but collided with a wall, trapped. The next thing she knew, Rowan lunged towards the pen she had raised high in the air as if it were a trophy with his right hand, the left one grabbing her elbow. Aelin winced as he gripped one of the still healing bruises around her arm, immediately schooling her face back into neutrality when she realised what she had done.

But Rowan noticed. He dropped her arm immediately, eyes taking note of the bruises around her wrist. He said, "Aelin, uh, this... What happened?"

She fought to keep her tone casual, to chuckle. "I fell off my bed in sleep." Her voice sounded too loud to her own ears but she hoped he won't be able to tell difference. Rowan showed exactly how much he believed her words when he gave her a cautious look as if debating what to do next. Aelin avoided his eyes. She did not think her pride would survive the blow if she looked into his green eyes and found pity there.

Aelin had her eyes trained on the floor as she handed the pen back and straightened. "I uh, I should leave now. Aedion will be here any minute."

She knew Rowan was looking at her as she packed her backpack, stuffing the notebooks inside as fast as she could. Fumbling, she slung the backpack over her shoulder and walked out, not bothering to say goodbye. Rowan was still watching with lips pressed into a thin line and hands stuffed in his pocket when Aelin dared a look back. She did not turn again once more even when Aedion arrived to take her home.

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[elyreywrites]

singing here’s to never growing up

more batkids shenanigans - this time inspired by a comment on a YouTube video of Avril Lavigne’s “My Happy Ending”. thank you so much to the Capes & Coffee Discord for brainstorming this fic with me, and helping me figure out ages! and an especially huge thank you to Bumpkin and Oceans on that server for being my betas for this fic!!

this fic is set in 2020. the character ages & years born are: Bruce: 37 - born 1983 Dick: 25 - born 1995 Jason: 20 - born 2000 Tim: 17 - born 2003 Damian: 11 - born 2009

title is from Avril Lavigne’s “Here’s to Never Growing Up”!

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Teen 1,276 words Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne & Bruce Wayne part of my batkids shenanigans series

Summary:

Dick is just trying to get in touch with his inner angsty teenage girl. He didn’t ask for an existential crisis. Tim is making him have one anyway.

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“…and it’s not like most plot-driven things – movies, books, shows, whatever – where the side stories might be briefly referenced but you don’t have to read them to understand what’s going on. The side games are absolutely crucial to understanding the plot.”

Jason snickered as Tim ranted about the Kingdom Hearts series. Sure, all Jason said was that he had only played the second game and was thinking about playing the first to understand the plot better, but that was ridiculous!

“If you play the first game and then go straight to the second, you’ll end up completely lost,” Tim huffed. “It starts with totally different characters and very little explanation of where they came from. That’s why you play ‘Days’ and ‘Re:Chain of Memories’—”

“Shhh,” Jason hissed, covering Tim’s mouth. “Do you hear Avril Lavigne?”

Tim paused just before he bit Jason’s hand and listened. Down the hall, he could faintly hear music.

“’All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending.’” Okay, that was definitely Avril Lavigne. With a tilt of his head, Tim gestured for them to investigate.

Down the hall, one of the lesser used sitting rooms had its door cracked open as the music spilled from inside. Tim slowly pushed the door open more and poked his head in. From the line of heat along his back, he knew Jason was leaning over him. That, and the chin that rested on his head because Jason was an asshole that took every opportunity to remind Tim that he’s shorter.

Tim blinked. Above him, Jason turned a near-silent snicker into a cough. Laying upside-down on the couch – feet dangling over the back and hair brushing the floor – was Dick, lip-syncing the words as dramatically as possible without changing position.

“Dick? What are you doing?” Tim asked, giving up the pretense of being sneaky and just walking in. The quiet curse behind him told him that Jason hadn’t been prepared to suddenly lose his support.

Either their older brother knew they were there or he was too good to visibly startle – each as equally likely – but it meant that Dick didn’t jump or even bother looking at them. “I’m getting in touch with my inner angsty teenage girl,” he explained.

Jason sprawled on the other end of the couch, leaving Tim to sit on the coffee table. “Any particular reason, Dickiebird?”

Dick spread his hands in an approximation of a shrug. “It be like that sometimes.”

Here’s the thing: Tim had gone through a bit of a phase years ago, and during that phase he was curious about when Avril Lavigne’s songs were released – he was a weird kid, okay? He never expected that information to come in handy, but it was his job as a little brother to torment his siblings. “Hey Dick,” Tim grinned, “guess how old I was when this song came out?”

“Why?” Dick asked, already sounding suspicious.

“I was about a year old, depending on the month,” Tim told him cheerfully.

“Nooo,” Dick whined, “Tim, why? Oh my god, you were a baby! And now you’re a teenager that’s nearly an adult and I’m old!”

“I was twenty-one,” Bruce scoffed, leaning against the doorway and drawing everyone’s attention. “I’m thirty-seven now. Please Dick, tell me about being old.”

“You don’t understand, B! At least you were already an adult, and now you’re just a more adult-adult. Tim was a tiny little baby and now he’s practically all grown up! I was a kid, and now I’m an actual adult! With a job! I’m having a crisis right now!”

Tim hummed. “Then I probably shouldn’t mention that her song ‘Sk8er Boi’ is older than I am.”

Dick wailed as Jason started howling with laughter so much that he grabbed his ribs.

“Tim! Why would you say that?!”

Damian walked in right then, scowling. “What idiotic nonsense is Drake spewing now that has you in a fit, Grayson?” Before anyone could answer, his brows furrowed and he added, “And why are all of you listening to such old music?”

That set Jason off again and Tim joined in. Their combined laughter wasn’t nearly enough to drown out Dick’s small, quiet sob as he slid off the couch to be a human puddle of existential crisis on the floor. “Babies,” he whispered. “I’m surrounded by babies. All of you are children. Oh my god.”

“Hey! I’m not a fuckin’ child, I’m twenty goddamn years old!” Jason argued.

Dick shrieked, “You can’t even legally drink!”

“Did you know you’re older than Google by three years, Dick?” Tim said. Dick whimpered.

Rolling his eyes, Bruce lightly cuffed Tim on the back of the head. “Give him a break, kiddo.”

“I have yet to have an answer as to why you all are listening to this infernal racket,” Damian demanded.

Within a couple seconds, Jason went from wheezing for air to completely solemn as he looked at Damian. “Sometime, kid, you just fuckin’ need to get in touch with your inner angsty teenage girl, and Avril Lavigne is the shit for that.” His faux-serious expression shattered with a smirk as he tacked on, “Also, I’m pretty sure Jon’s got this album.”

Damian scoffed and stormed out, muttering about being surrounded by idiots – Dick must have shown him Lion King then – and Tim snickered again. On the floor, Dick was still muttering and moaning about children and babies and “I’m so old, I’m like the Crypt Keeper”.

Tim bit his lip to stop himself from telling Dick that Freaky Friday – which was already apparently a remake – came out about a month after he was born. That could be saved for the next time Dick had a crisis about his age.

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Two weeks later, Tim stopped halfway through ranting at Dick for only playing the main titles of Kingdom Hearts to stare down the hall. Much like the last time he was on a tangent about the game series, he could hear Avril Lavigne playing from somewhere. Except the only rooms down that hall were their bedrooms, and Jason and Dick stood on either side of him. The three glanced at each other, and Dick immediately grinned and bounced down the hall. Jason was smirking as he followed, and Tim trailed after hoping this wouldn’t end with Damian trying to stab him again.

Dick burst in as soon as he reached Damian’s room, where the music was definitely blaring from behind the door. “Dami, you’re listening to Avril Lavigne!”

When Tim peaked in, Damian was face-planted on his bed with his face towards the foot of the bed.

“I do not wish to talk about it,” he snapped, muffled as it was.

“Aw,” Dick pouted, “do you want a hug?”

Snarling, Damian lifted his head up enough to glare at all three of them. “I would prefer for you to leave my room at once!”

“Alright Dickie,” Jason said, grabbing and hauling Dick out, “leave the brat to fuckin’ wallow in his anti-social, pre-teen angst. Sometimes you just need to angst it out alone, as you damn well know.”

“Aren’t you the literature nerd? I mean, really, Little Wing, ‘angst it out’?” Dick snarked.

Tim pulled Damian’s door closed and followed after. “Hey, language is fluid and always changing,” he added.

Gesturing at him for emphasis, Jason declared, “Fuckin’ exactly! All words were made up at some point, and English is already a fucking mess of words from different languages smashed together! And at least a shit ton of the rules have exceptions!”

Tim nodded, “Like the ‘I before E except after C’ rule.”

“Here we go again,” Dick muttered.

“You fuckin’ started it!”

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211 please! Any ship!

Notes: Thank you bubby! This actually helped me get out a slump lol, i really really hope you enjoy this fluffy mess and I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Annabeth is a fully fledged adult now, honest.

She subscribes to the New Yorker, listens to podcasts in the morning while getting ready for her crummy, right out of college internship in one of the most prestigious architecture firms in the city. She votes even in the primaries  and remembers to reload her metro card before it’s out and has even got a God forsaken schedule that she relies on like a lifeline.

All this to say, Annabeth had really once thunk that becoming an adult meant your life turns stale and your days become monotonous. But that was before she began boarding with three literal definitions of spitfires in a Bushwick apartment way too small for four girls, and way to run down for the countless prank wars waged between them and the boys across the way. 

Annabeth tries telling Piper this one Thursday afternoon while she’s loading her Nerf gun with the water balloons that Rachel’s preparing with such precision that it kinda terrifies Annabeth shitless, if she’s being frank.

“’s too late to surrender now Chase!” Piper bellows, cocking and then setting down the toy gun in a neat row  for the next to be prepared. “It’s about honor now.”

“Honor?” Annabeth repeats in a voice that’s flat enough to cut.

“They’ve won the last two rounds Annabeth,” Rachel tells her, point blank as she ties the next water balloon to be passed off, alabaster skin freckled with paint like always when she comes back from one of her classes. “They’re getting too big headed over this.”

“Yesterday Leo offered to buy me a latte! The little fuck.”

Annabeth’s fair brows knit  together, totally confused to Piper’s sudden flash of anger, but reckons that it would be impossible to understand the perceived slight even if she asked Piper to explain.

“You guys are off your rockers,” Annabeth informs them instead, flickers her gaze over to Hazel for some support from someone who is actually sane. She in turn only shrugs, endeared looking as she returns to her sketches. 

“Et tu Brute?”

“it’s fun,” Hazel says in her southern drawl, which Annabeth once thought was sweet because it reminded her of venturing outdoors in the Virginia foothills when she was a tot. Though now Annabeth has decided  that the accent is actually a ploy  to make her sound welcoming for her pray  before she killed them off. Knows it for a fact that she’s done it with that friend who visits enough that he’s practically living with the guys too, which obviously means he was roped into all this ridiculousness.

“You’re either with us or against us baby doll,” Piper winks Annabeth’s way, starts a new round of ammunition with Rachel. “This one’s for Mama Fisher in the stars!”

“Insane! Fucking insane! Annabeth repeats emphatically before storming out there apartment to grab the mail, suddenly feels accosted with unwelcome nerves when she steps into the elevator only to be met face to face with one of the aforementioned boys across the hall, the objectively good looking, but impossibly kind one.  All ebony locks and crooked grins and eyes the color of sea glass.

Oh fuck.

“Annabeth,” he crows, positively gleeful sounding, which only makes it so her cheeks begin to redden, and her chest contracts.

“Percy, hey how’s it been.”

“Fine,” he says with a one armed shrug, begins scratching the back of his head sheepishly. And God fucking damn it, he doesn’t also get to be cute! That’s not fair! “You headed to work?”

“oh, ah yeah, I mean just for some overtime. We got commissioned for this new thing in Germany of all places, and they kinda need all hands on deck.”

He whistles, low and impressed. 

“Why do I get the sense that they’d crumble without you?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“Because flattery is a great way to make friends,” Annabeth smirks, strolls out towards the back row of mail slots  to get the inevitable pack of bills and adverts that’s waiting for them.

“Oy, I take offense to that Annabeth,” he sniffs, leans against the wall besides her, one leg crossed over the other, effortless in the whole CW pretty boy with a mysterious past shtick he’s got working for him. An even more hilarious thought on account to Annabeth knowing how his ma sends him a basket of homemade, blue cookies every Sunday afternoon, and that he spends most of his free time protesting for action against  climate change with his best friend from literal childhood, a scruffy, adorable dork named Grover.

“Is that right?” She snorts as she shuffles through the letters, tosses away the offer for a free garden gnome from some Lady named Aunty Em, crams a  coupon for a free panty from Victoria’s Secret into her bra, and texts the group chat for Rachel to pick up a letter from her dad and Hazel one from her older brother. 

“Course,” Percy sulks, big eyes glittering a thousand shades of green that it kinda takes Annabeth’s breath away. “I thought we’ve been friends, at least for a while now.”

“You know what they say about assuming Perseus,” Annabeth snorts, hip checking him as she makes the track down to the nearest subway stop, at least a five minute walk. She totally is not utterly elated over the fact that he’s still walking besides her, dimpling down like there were no where else he’d rather be.

“You know I didn’t even think you could allude to curse words,” Percy guffaws, impossibly bright and impossibly real. “I thought you were too prim and proper for that sorta behavior.”

“Shut up seaweed brains,” Annabeth laughs, can’t help the smile that breaks her face in half whenever he’s around.

“No deadass Chase!” he defends, emphatic. “I even bet Jason that you were related to like Grace Kelly or some shit, that it’s like illegal in your familial bylines to present yourself as anything other than perfect in public.”

“You are such a pain in the ass.”

“Oh my God! You did it again! It’s like it’s  Christmas!”

Faux aggrieved, Annabeth rolls back her head in exasperation, eyes alone definitely not enough to emote the proper level of feeling.

“Hey don’t blame me,” Percy raises his hands in concession. “You’re the one who refuses to have fun, like you were a forty year old lawyer.”

Annabeth hikes up her brows, affronted. 

“i have fun!”

“Right,” Percy snorts. “I’m sorry babe but Friday night board games don’t count.”

“Those are fun Percy!” Annabeth argues.

“You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the face!” Percy insists, stopping outside the stairwell. 

“And what? Pelleting one another with water balloons like we were Freshman’s in college again, that’s fun to you I suppose?” Annabeth charges, glare firmly set and weight slung to her left hip.

“Why yes Grandma, it is,” Percy tells her, words hugged in a playful cadence that really could entice anyone to commit a felony with him. The bastard.

“You are a prick,” Annabeth informs him waspishly.

“And you don’t always gotta be so stressed. I mean I respect the hustle Chase, but you’re allowed to just chill once in a while, let down your hair and all.” 

“You couldn’t handle that,” she sniffs, pulls out her card to swipe. “If I actually tried me and the girls would ruin you fools.”

“Is that right?”

“Wipe the floor with you,” Annabeth assures.

“Well then, looking forwards to the challenge Chase,” Percy beams, softly tugs on her high pony before walking back to the apartments. It feels like a legion of butterflies are swarming down deep in Annabeth’s stomach over the small contact alone.

“Damn you Percy Jackson.”

.-

“Remind me again why you’re helping? Hazel asks for the third time that Saturday morning as the four sum are crowded around the makeshift map Annabeth had sketched out for them to follow, fully determined now.

“Shh,” Piper swats at her arm, as if physically trying to shoo the question away. “Annabeth we don’t care as long as you explain the plan just one more time.”

“Slower,” Rachel tacks on, gnawing on her thumb nail nervously. 

“Right, well just listen closer ladies, this is a one and done deal, okay?” She’s met by a chorus of nods before she repeats her game strategy, one where each girl takes one of the four main hotspots around the building, skulking in the shadows until the predicted guy ends up there, surprised and defenseless when met by the water balloons of doom.

“I’ve already casually told both Jason and Leo that my parents were throwing us a brunch up state, so they don’t even know that we’re here.”

“God Annabeth if I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I’d kiss you right now,” Piper sighs dreamily.

“Focus that pretty little head McLean,” Annabeth instructs, elbowing her side caustically. “You’re position is by the gym, Jason always goes there Saturday afternoons cause he thinks it makes it alright for him to get plastered that night.”

“You’re fucking a nerd,” Rachel tells Piper and both Annabeth and Hazel can’t help but nod along.

“No judgment zone!” Piper demands petulantly.

“Whatever,” Annabeth waves her off.  “Hazel you’ll be in the front, waiting for Frank to  come visit, and Rachel you’ll be waiting in the garden area where Leo comes to build one of his freaky gadgets.”

“Totally, you can count on me babe.”

“And what about you Annabeth?” Hazel asks.

“I’ve got Jackson,” Annabeth tells her, tone mock grave as she cocks her own toy weapon determinedly.

“So sexy,” Piper marvels.

.-

Their building rents out a corner on the bottom level to a small bistro with friendly smiles and tasty enough brew that it keeps them coming back. It’s where Annabeth and Percy had first met when he had moved in with the others nearly six months ago. It’s also the first place Annabeth heard his laughter, and where Percy listened when she went on a tirade about her crazy parents and their crazy expectations and how sometimes she just needed space away from all of it. It’s where Percy told her that his mother is the most important person in his world and how he thought he never cared what his father thought of him until he had to make a decision on what he’d major in, and of course he followed in Poseidon’s footsteps. It’s where they stayed up late trading stories about their complicated childhoods and dreams for their futures and the place that Annabeth knew for sure that if she let herself, she really could fall for Percy. For the candor in his brilliant  eyes. For the pretty smile he sports for the sake of his loved ones over himself, and for  the conviction in his beliefs.

Annabeth tries not thinking of any of that when she crouches down deeper in the dark nook behind one of the decorative plants as Percy gets up from his table, tossing out his latte and shouldering his work bag.

It’s now or never.

The moment Percy steps through the threshold Annabeth pounces up and aims. What she doesn’t expect is for him to keel over to block her, and instead of hitting his insanely chiseled pecks, the water balloon hits straight in his face. Close enough and hard enough that the water suddenly darkens to red, mixing with the blood pouring out his nose.

“Holy shit!” Percy cries, pinching his nostrils shut.

“Oh my God!” Annabeth yells, frantically grabs for a pile of napkins from the counter besides her— toppling over a mess of straws and sugar packets in her wake— and then dashes over to press them into his grasp. “I’m so so sorry! I didn’t in my wildest dreams imagine that would happen! I swear!”

Annabeth expects at least for Percy to bemoan the injury, but instead she’s answered by a frankly terrifying boom of cackles.

“Percy? Have you cracked? Did I knock your brains out permanently?”

“When you said you’d ruin us, I didn’t think you’d literally cause physical harm Chase,” Percy retorts, still fighting down bubbles of laughter.

“You’re manic,” she pouts, long suffering.

“And you’re terrifying.”

“Bet it works for you though,” she preens, can’t help but be boastful over the way a blush touches  the tops of his cheeks.

“Talk about adding harm to humiliation,” Percy grouces. 

“Poor baby,” Annabeth mock croons, thinks that today actually might turn out pretty amazing.

.-

She brings him upstairs to properly clean off the blood from his face and to come up with the conditions with at least a temporary truce, definitely not so she can finally trade a totally thrilling snog with him in privacy.

“You drive a hard bargain Chase,” Percy tells her, settling into the sofa as Annabeth unfolds her game of monopoly for them, having proclaimed that it’s a perfect time for her to prove how much fun board games can be.

“Oh hush,” she cuffs him on the back of the head playfully. “You’re just mad I won.”

“More like you committed battery,” Percy contends, pouting moodily, is only consoled when Annabeth leans forwards to kiss him again.

“You looked pretty bleeding— Oh God! Did I just say that out loud?”

Percy dissolves into a peals of laughter once more, and Annabeth tries her damndest to melt into a puddle right on spot.

“I can’t believe I’m so into such a maniac,” Percy tells her, eyes and smile glittering.

“SO rude,” Annabeth sniffs, arms crossed against her chest. 

“But accurate Chase.”

Annabeth doesn’t bother to argue anymore because Percy’s already slanted their lips against one another again, and he’s doing this insane thing with his tongue that it makes her toes curl.

Yeah, today turned out amazing indeed. 

[colbybrocksmolder]

Tumblr – Colby Brock x Reader

Tumblr is…a mixed bag. You’d made some of your closest internet friends on this poorly run website, but you’d also received more than your share of crazy fangirl hate. What’s crazy though, is how easy it is to make friends in the Sam and Colby fandom on Tumblr. 99% of everyone you’ve met is super nice and the group kind of shuts down the haters pretty quickly.

This last round of drama kind of wore everyone down. It all started with a hate anon that your friend DaddyDobrock received. “If Sam and Colby saw half of what you guys wrote on here they wouldn’t want you as fans 🙄.” She handled it well. She laughed and told the anon to lighten up and fuck off. You guys were pretty used to petty hate anons and rarely answer them, but boy was this asshole persistent.

Absolute-randomness-forever replied to a similar message with “If you don’t like what we post, don’t follow us?” Again, not really feeding into any drama.

Sp00kybrock got one trying to get her opinion on the whole thing. “Don’t you think most of the Sam and Colby tumblr fandom is toxic? Like, I bet Colby would cringe so hard if he went on this site. 🙄” She defended her friends, laughing it off. “My friends and I aren’t toxic. We post memes and joke around, but we support the boys 100%.”

Jakeywebber commented on a few of the new posts. “Does this person even watch the boys? They obviously don’t know that their sense of humor is exactly like ours.”

The anons continued to come in, a few other people getting them but not replying. They always ended with 🙄. The problem with one toxic anon is that they attract others that want to feed into the drama, and soon the hate is taken too far.

Someone got an anon telling them to kill themselves. Eye rolling emoji included. The blog posted the anon with no comment other than “deleting now” and went offline. To say that the rest of you were up in arms is an understatement. Lightenupbrock, that-one-brock-boy, badassbrock, the-sun-is-dark, colbyjacksmack, rewindfridaynight, xplr-lurker, brockboytrashz…you all jumped in and defended your friend. You sent them messages making sure they were okay, trying to convince them not to delete.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “FYI we see more than you think we see. Don’t pretend to be our fan and then treat other fans like shit. Especially anonymously. 🙄”

Daddydobrock posted “Anyone else see this?” with a screenshot of the tweet.

A few of the others reblogged it, adding comments. By the end of the thread, your group of friends was convinced that Colby either had a tumblr or occasionally lurked on it.

*tumblr messages*

Xplr-lurker : Hey, have you heard from the girl that got the kys anon?

You and Xplr-lurker had been tumblr friends for about 6 months. They messaged you after they saw how you interacted with the other blogs. You were always helpful, kind, encouraging…You had a reputation for being a sweetheart and Xplr-lurker had messaged you thanking you for it. You two became friends pretty quickly, asking how each other’s days went and such. Neither of you ever really posted your personal info on your blogs, but you knew a bit about each other. You both lived in Cali, you were about the same age, and you loved sending each other super emo tumblr posts when you were bored. Usually hella late at night. He knew you were a girl and you knew he was a guy. Other personal details kind of trickled through in your everyday interactions.

Y/n : Yeah. She doesn’t want to be online for a while, but she isn’t going to delete her blog. I gave her my phone number just in case she needed to talk.

Xplr-lurker : I figured you would 😊 I’m glad she’s okay.

Y/n : Me too.

Y/n : Hey, did you see Colby’s tweet? I think he saw all of this go down. I mean, maybe I’m just assuming too much, but he ended a tweet about anon hate with that stupid eye roll emoji just like the anon does.

Xplr-lurker : I mean, he said he checks his dms all the time. Maybe someone sent it to him?

Y/n : Maybe.

Y/n : Honestly, I’m just as mad for him and Sam as I am for the girl. How shitty is it that they have to watch the people who call themselves fans treat other fans like garbage? And they can’t do a thing about it.

Xplr-lurker : That sounds like it would suck.

Y/n : Right?

You had written a whole big post about how hypocritical it was for this toxic anon to accuse everyone else of being bad for the fandom when they were so willing to go out of their way to harm other fans. You reminded them about the videos Sam and Colby used to post about being confident and helping others. Their entire YouTube career started with them making videos wanting to help people. Just like every other post, you signed it with two black heart emojis. 🖤🖤

You had continued talking to xplr-lurker as you wrote the post. Venting a little bit about how frustrated you were.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “Don’t worry, we know there are amazing fans out there, too. 🖤🖤”

Y/n : Dude. I think I’m paranoid, now.

Xplr-lurker : What do you mean?

Y/n : Nothing. I’m exhausted. I just need sleep, lol. You do too, nerd. You said you needed to be up by 9 and it’s already 4am.

Xplr-lurker : Holy shit, my friend is going to kill me if I’m falling asleep tomorrow, haha.

Y/n : Haha, good luck! I’ll talk to you later.

Xplr-lurker : Thanks. Sweet dreams.

See, it’s pretty common for social media influencers to have secret accounts. It gives them a way to like posts and follow fans without starting drama. After collabing with CrankThatFrank, Colby was convinced to make a tumblr. He picked Xplr-lurker so that it made sense for him to interact with his own fans. He mostly just reblogged cool edits and funny traphouse memes. He’d comment on funny posts and throw his two cents in on theories and gossip. For the most part, it was kind of fun. People on tumblr were brutally honest but fucking hilarious. He never planned on talking about tumblr or letting anyone he interacted with on tumblr know that he was behind the username…but then he found your blog. He’d contemplated telling you for a few weeks now. The two of you talked almost every night and he felt bad. He felt like he was lying to you.

He’d first messaged you just to say a quick thanks for being so positive in the fandom, but the more he talked to you the more he kept wanting to talk to you.

The 🙄 anon stopped sending people messages after Colby’s tweet. Your friends on tumblr were able to go back to posting ridiculous screenshots and cool photo edits over the next week or so. You’d reblogged a gif of Colby about to lose his shorts on a waterslide with the caption “I feel like Elton has been trying to get Colby naked in vlogs since the start of TFIL”.

Xplr-lurker : *sent waterslide post*

Xplr-lurker : This is a fat fact. Lol.

Y/n : Right? Hahahahaha

Xplr-lurker : I think he does it for views.

Y/n : Probably. It’s the same reason Colby gets shirtless in his own videos. He knows people will click the thumbnail, haha.

Colby sat on his balcony laughing. You were absolutely right.

Xplr-lurker : Is that why you clicked?

Y/n : Haha, nah. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a beautiful human being. You’d have to be blind not to see that. But I found Colby through TFIL.  

Xplr-lurker : What made you keep watching him then?

Colby felt bad for baiting you out, but his curiosity got the better of him. As far as you knew, he was just another fan. This is when he’d get your most honest answer.

Y/n : A lot. First, he’s a huge goofball. Watching him and his friends do dumb shit to make each other laugh is the best.

Y/n : And everything him and Sam have done together? Those two dudes are fearless. They just remind me that I’m the only one holding myself back, you know? One day I’ll actually get out of my own way and make something of myself.

Y/n : He also seems super genuine. He never seems afraid to speak his mind or call something like it is. It actually bums me out watching some of his “friends”, If you know what I mean. I know that not everything they put out there is 100% accurate to how they actually are in real life, but I hate that slimy feeling I get knowing that a lot of them use Sam and Colby and don’t actually give a shit.

Y/n : I know I sound like a massive fangirl at this point, haha. I think I just needed to get that off my chest.

Colby sat there trying to figure out how to respond. He had a huge grin on his face seeing you spill your guts like you did.

Xplr-lurker : Haha, don’t worry about it. You just sound like you care. That’s not a bad thing.

Over the next few weeks, you guys continued to talk like normal, but it got a little more personal. He wanted to be able to call you a friend, but he was still afraid to tell you who he actually was. You two talked more about your passions and the things you struggle with. You’d always sent each other music to check out, but he’d confessed that he’d been dabbling in trying to write lyrics. He needed to find a way to talk to you as COLBY and not xplr-lurker.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “You feel so close but in reality I’m sitting here on my balcony alone.”

One of your tumblr friends had screenshot the tweet, adding the caption “This is how it feels to have better friends on the internet than in real life.”

You reblogged it and tagged xplr-lurker. You added “I wouldn’t trade our late-night talks for the world.”

Xplr-lurker : *sent tagged post*

Xplr-lurker : Yeah?

Y/n : Duh. You know that.

Xplr-lurker : Same.

Colby sat there, his fingers hovering over the keyboard on his phone.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “1 like = 1 ‘don’t be a pussy’ whispered in my ear.”

Xplr-lurker : Not to sound like a creepy internet person, but have you ever met any of your internet friends in real life?

Y/n : Haha, I don’t think you’re creepy. And yes! I’ve met a few of them. Why?

Xplr-lurker : I know we live in the same city and I’ve always wondered if you’d want to get coffee or something.

Y/n : That would mean that you’d get to see how awkward and clumsy I am in real life. I don’t know if I’m willing to put you through that, hahaha.

Colby laughed. That response was better than the “fuck off, creeper” he expected.

Xplr-lurker : Oh, shut up. You’d be the one dealing with me being awkward.

Y/n : Suuuuuuure. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.

Y/n : I’m actually walking home from my favorite coffee shop right now, haha. It’s called 101. They’re open until 3 am and they have the best food.

Xplr-lurker : WHY ARE YOU WALKING ALONE SO LATE AT NIGHT?!

It was well past 2am and the thought of you walking the streets of LA by yourself kind of had Colby on edge.

Y/n : I live like 5 minutes away. Don’t worry.

Colby pulled up 101 Coffee Shop on his phone. It was less than a 10 minute drive from his apartment. *We actually live pretty close* he thought, switching back to the tumblr app.

Xplr-lurker : Tell me when you make it home safe. LA is scary at night.

Xplr-lurker : Also, that coffee shop is not far from me. If you ever want to meet up there, I’m down.

Y/n : I just walked in my front door. Stop worrying, mom.

Y/n : And I’ll be headed back there tomorrow around midnight. My roommate’s boyfriend is obnoxious and he comes over every night around then. I usually hang out at the coffee shop and work on stuff on my laptop for a few hours.

Xplr-lurker : I’m glad you’re safe. I’ll definitely try to make it there tomorrow.

Y/n : I’ll be the one with the messy bun, laptop, and baggy Y&R hoodie, lol.

Xplr-lurker : If I don’t chicken out, I’ll wear an XPLR hoodie.

Y/n : Well I need to go to sleep. If I don’t see you tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll still talk to you on here.

Xplr-lurker : For sure! Have a good night!

Y/n : You too. 🖤🖤

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Colby said, sighing. This was it. He was either going to walk into that coffee shop and blow his cover or he was going to chicken out like a little bitch.

The whole next day he had a hard time paying attention to anything or anyone. He was too busy trying to figure out the best way to tell you who he was.

“Colby!” Sam laughed, waving his hand in front of his friend’s face.

“What? Sorry.” Colby said, shaking his head and turning towards Sam.

“You okay?” Sam asked. Colby just stared at him for a minute. “I’m going to take that as a no?”

“I��m not, not okay.” Colby answered, sounding cryptic.

“Okaaaayyy.” Sam said slowly. “Care to explain?”

“I’m just nervous to meet up with someone later.” Colby tried to sound casual. “It’s nothing big. I’m just anxious, I guess.”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“A girl I met online.” Colby said, waiting for Sam to tease him.

Sam furrowed his brows. “Like on a dating app?”

“No.” Colby shook his head. “She’s a fan.”

Sam made a confused face. “Not to make it sound like I think you’re stupid, but are you being catfished again?” He laughed.

Colby couldn’t help but crack a smile, hiding his face behind his hands. “No, actually. I don’t even know what this girl looks like.”

“What?!” Sam asked, confused.

“That’s not the weirdest part.” Colby said, peeking through his fingers at his best friend. “She doesn’t know I’m me.”

“Is this for a video or something?” Sam asked, not understanding at all what was going on.

“Nope. I made an account to interact with fans and we just kind of clicked.” Colby tried explaining. “We’ve been friends for like 6 months, but we only ever talk through our usernames. The more I say this out loud the crazier it sounds.” Colby laughed.

“Sooooo, you’ve never seen a picture of her?” Sam asked.

“Nope. Not for sure. I THINK I found her personal blog, but I could be wrong.” Colby answered. “I only know her name because it’s in her profile, but she’s never asked me mine.”

“Is she going to be mad?” Sam asked, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing.

“That’s kind of why I’m so nervous.” Colby said, biting his lip. “She told me where she’s going to be tomorrow night and I don’t know if I should just show up or if I should rip the band-aid off and tell her who I am in our dms before we’re supposed to meet up.”

Sam had a blank stare on his face. “I honestly have no idea how to help you.”

“Don’t feel bad. I don’t know how to help myself.” Colby laughed.

“Tell me how it goes?” Sam asked.

“Of course.” Colby nodded, zoning out again.

At around 11:30pm you’d walked to the coffee shop. You ordered a drink and your late dinner and sat down in the corner booth. You worked on some things you were currently writing and gone through and caught up with your emails. At about 1am, you’d convinced yourself your tumblr friend had chickened out.

Right around 12:30am, Colby was stood in front of the coffee shop he was supposed to meet you at. There were only a few people currently in the shop, so it was pretty easy to figure out which one was you. He’d taken a deep breath and walked through the door, darting to the counter when he started to panic. With his back to you, he ordered a coffee. *I don’t even like coffee* he thought to himself. He kept peeking at you from the pick-up counter while he waited for his order. You had headphones in your ears, mouthing the lyrics to whatever song you were listening to. When the barista called out his name, he grabbed his coffee and left the shop.

Xplr-lurker : I’m stuck.

Xplr-lurker : You’re normally the person I go to for advice, but I feel like it’s unfair to put this one on you.

Xplr-lurker : You’re beautiful, btw.

You looked up from your computer, searching for your friend.

Y/n : Thank you? Are you here?

Xplr-lurker : I was. I chickened out. I kind of panicked.

Y/n : Aww, I promise you have no reason to panic. So why are you stuck? I’m always here to listen and give advice when I think I can help. You know that.

Colby sighed, sitting in his car.

Xplr-lurker : I guess it’s better just to come out with it.

Xplr-lurker : My name is Colby.

You waited a few seconds for further explanation.

Y/n : Okay? I don’t get it.

Xplr-lurker : Like, I am Colby Brock. I made this account to interact with fans.

Y/n : Please tell me you’re just fucking with me as a friend and not a delusional fanboy that’s trying to actually convince me he’s someone he’s not.

*Great* you thought to yourself. Not only did you have to walk home at night by yourself in LA, now you had to keep an eye out for a crazy person who wanted you to believe they were Colby. You thought this person was your friend and now you were afraid to leave the coffee shop.

Xplr-lurker : Neither? I know I fucked up by not telling you sooner.

Y/n : Well, since whoever is on the other end of this message knows I’m here alone, I’m going to call my roommate to pick me up. You know, you were really cool. You were my favorite person to talk to. This really sucks. You didn’t have to be anyone but yourself.  

When Colby tried to reply to your message, the chat said that he had been blocked. “Oh, fuck.” He said, jumping back out of his car. When he got to the door of the coffee shop, he could see that you were packing up your stuff.

“Y/n!” he called from the door, walking towards your booth.

Your eyes flew towards the boy walking in your direction, your hands frozen holding your laptop.

Colby slowly slid into the other side of the booth you were sitting in, putting his phone down with the tumblr app open. “I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck?” you whispered, still not moving.

“You have every right to be mad at me and I swear I never meant to freak you out. I didn’t really think it through when I told you who I was. Is your roommate coming?” He asked, talking so fast you could barely process what he was saying.

You sat your laptop down and grabbed his phone. “My roommate wouldn’t come pick me up even if I did call her.” You said, looking at the tumblr app on Colby’s phone. You were the only person he had messaged.

“You were going to walk?” Colby asked, grabbing his phone when you handed it back to him.

“I was going to order an Uber.” You laughed. “This is crazy. You’re crazy.”

“Are you mad?” Colby’s face was apprehensive, waiting for you to tell him to fuck off.

“A little.” You nodded, laughing. “You asked me questions about yourself! I fangirled to you about you!” You remembered, covering your now blushing cheeks with your hands, hiding your face.

He laughed. “I feel the need to say this in person…You’re beautiful.” He watched as you peeked over your fingers. “And I’m the one that should be embarrassed about that, not you.”

“Why did you ask me to meet if you didn’t want me to know who you were?” You asked, remembering that this whole thing was his idea.

He laughed, reaching to grab one of your hands. “I’ve been trying to nut up and tell you who I am for over a month.”

“Why me? You didn’t even know what I looked like?” You were still trying to take in the fact that Colby Brock was sitting here in your favorite coffee shop holding your hand.

“I didn’t really care what you looked like. You’ve been a great friend to me since we first started talking and I was just some random person you met online…That has nothing to do with how someone looks.” He explained, blushing before continuing. “The fact that you’re also adorable is just an added bonus.”

You laughed, pulling your hand out of his so you could re-do your messy bun that was currently falling. “This is crazy. I want to re-read everything I’ve ever sent to you to make sure I didn’t make a complete fool out of myself.”

“Y/n.” Colby laughed. “You didn’t. I promise. There’s not a single thing you’ve told me that I don’t like.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell you were supposed to do now. “I have one question.” You said, leaning your elbows on the table.

“Ask away.” He answered, leaning forward the same way you were.

“What’s the REAL reason Elton always tries to get you naked in his vlogs?” You smirked, hearing Colby bust a gut laughing.

“Honestly, I’ve questioned it myself. The only answer that keeps me sane is clickbait.” He shook his head. “So, we’re good?” he asked.

“I mean, I don’t know WHAT we are, but I hope it isn’t bad.” You laughed.

“Well, we’ve been friends for over 6 months. I’d like to still claim that even though you know now that I’ve been a dumbass this entire time.” He smiled.

“I think I can deal with that.” You smiled back at him.

“Should I push my luck and ask you if I can buy you another coffee?” He asked, a shy look on his face. “I think coffee is disgusting, but I hear coffee shops make for great first dates.”

“You went from being afraid to show your face to asking me on a date.” You laughed.

“Well?” Colby said, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, your cheeks turning pink. “I’d love another coffee.”

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Switched Perspective (19)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma, Mention of death/almost killing someone, Arguing, and Guilt

(Check the reblog for the links to the previous chapters and the prequel!)

This is a sequel to A Third Perspective! Read that first or you will be confused!

(Totally didn’t forget to post this yesterday...)

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 Virgil entered back into Logan’s apartment with Roman in hand, seeing Logan and Patton already in the living room. He smiled at Patton but avoided eye contact with Logan. Things might have gone well with Roman, but Logan was an entirely different story.

 He looked around the room. “Where’s Thomas?”

 “Oh, I’m in here!” Thomas popped in briefly from the kitchen. “I figured I’d make everyone dinner while you were busy working out your feelings.” He dried his hands on a small towel. “So, how’d it go?”

 “Wonderfully!” Roman said enthusiastically.

 “Satisfactory,” Logan said, less enthusiastically.

 “It was...good. Really good, I think.” Virgil said.

 “Amazing!” Patton exclaimed, even more enthusiastic than Roman.

 “See? I knew you could do it!” Thomas began looking between them. “So, who’s next?”

 “I want to talk to Virgil next,” Patton said, causing Virgil to worry. Virgil could guess where this was going.

 “I suppose I can talk to Logan, then.” Roman offered. 

 “Oh, you suppose?” Logan muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Thankfully no one seemed to hear him.

 “Okay, well how about you two just talk out here?” Thomas offered, gesturing to the coffee table where Logan already stood. “Then Patton and Virgil, you two can take Logan’s bedroom.” 

 Virgil nodded. “Alright.” He put Roman on the coffee table before following Patton into the bedroom. 

 Virgil stood awkwardly in the middle of the bedroom as Patton shut the door behind him. His friend then came over to stand in front of him, crossing his arms. Virgil found himself receiving the disappointed look from before. “I’m really sorry Pat, I-”

 “I know Virgil.” Patton cut him off, dropping his hands to his sides and looking at Virgil sadly. “I know. I know you and I know you regret it, right?”

 Virgil nodded furiously. “Yes, I do, so much.” Virgil’s earlier self-deprecation and thoughts came back to him and tears welled up in his eyes. “I-I almost killed them, Pat.”

 “Oh kiddo.” Patton came forward and captured Virgil in a hug, holding him tight. “Shh, it’s alright. The important thing to remember is you didn’t kill anyone, okay?” Virgil sniffed against Patton’s shoulder.

 “You sound like Roman.” Virgil let out a watery chuckle. Patton, for his part, looked intrigued. 

 “Oh?” He had to assume Roman and Virgil were friends now, with how they responded to Thomas before, but he wanted to know what happened exactly. Virgil nodded.

 “Yeah, he...forgives me. Told me not to worry about it and that I’m only a bad human because I was never meant to be human.” Patton hummed, nodding.

 “Sounds right to me,” Patton said and pulled away a little to be able to see Virgil. “Look kiddo, we’re already friends, so this talk isn’t about that. And I forgive you for everything as well, but…” Patton sighed. “I’m sure you know.”

 “Logan.” Virgil sighed and Patton nodded.

 “Yeah. I already talked to him about you. And I asked him to at least hear you out about things. So I’m going to ask the same to you, okay? I know what Logan did to you, to us, was wrong. But Logan knows that now, and he’s apologized.”

 “I-I know,” Virgil said after a moment of hesitation. Patton looked at him.

 “Virgil, both of you are feeling some of the same things right now. I can tell. You both regret what you did but you’re not sure if you can forgive the other for what they’ve done.” Virgil’s eyes went wide, that’s exactly how he felt. Even though he regretted his actions and didn’t feel like Logan deserved them, he was still...upset at Logan for everything he did before.

 But Patton was right, as always. They were in the same boat here, and if he wanted Logan to forgive him, he needed to work on forgiving Logan. 

 “I’ll try, I promise,” Virgil said and Patton grinned.

 “Good. I’m proud of you kiddo.” They hugged again before pulling away fully this time. They stood there for a moment.

 “Should we...go back out now?” Virgil asked, motioning towards the door. Patton chuckled.

 “Something tells me they aren’t done yet. We should probably wait for Thomas to come to get us.” Virgil nodded, looking around the room. 

 “So, whatcha wanna do until then?” Patton thought for a moment, before snapping his fingers.

 “Oh! I never got to really tell you about my trip out with Thomas! It was great, okay, so, we get in his car, right? And then-” Virgil took a seat on the bed, listening to Patton speak with a smile on his face as they both waited to be called back.

***

 Thomas waved goodbye to the borrowers, heading back into the kitchen. The two looked at each other, not sure what to say.

 “Sooo…” Roman tried to start off the same way he had with Virgil, but Logan cut him off.

 “Don’t.” Logan shook his head, turning away.

 “Wha- don’t?!” Roman looked offended, jogging over to where Logan stood so the nerd couldn’t ignore him. “Excuse me, did you just tell me to shut up? Did you forget the whole point of this?”

 “We’re neighbors, not friends,” Logan said, putting a hand on Roman and gently pushing him away to keep the prep from invading his personal bubble.

 “Yeah, but we have to become friends to appease the writer witches, remember?” Roman reminded him.

 “That whole idea was preposterous to begin with.” Logan pushed up his glasses. “While I had no problem strengthening my relationship with Patton, I see no reason to do the same for you or...Virgil.”

 “Okay, Virgil, I get.” Roman put his hands up in surrender, knowing Logan was still traumatized. “But why not me? What have I done?”

 “Oh, where do I begin.” Logan looked too gleeful for someone about to list off negative traits about his fellow human. “For starters, the very first interaction the two of us have ever had in person was you running into me and harming our respective borrowers, as well as myself, in the process.”

 “That was an accident-!” Roman tried to protest.

 “Ah ah ah, I wasn’t finished.” Logan waved his finger back and forth. “Even before I met you I disliked you. Frankly, you don’t even make a good neighbor. You’re rude with how loudly you blare your ‘tunes’ and disrespectful in keeping me awake late into the night. I haven’t had a good night’s rest since you moved in.”

 “You never even tried to talk to me about this,” Roman argued.

 “I left many strongly worded letters in your post box,” Logan informed him. “But after a period of time, it became clear that receptacle was never checked.”

 “So what, you won’t be my friend because I forget to check my mail?” Roman crossed his arms. “Really?”

 “Hardly.” Logan was far from finished. “Let us fast forward to after that incident. I learn you traumatized Patton,-”

 “I already apologized to him for that.”

 “-break into my apartment, repeatedly insult me, and then insist that I’m a villain for trying to protect my friend.” Logan ignored Roman’s outburst.

 “I didn’t call you a villain for trying to ‘protect’ Patton.” Roman huffed, getting annoyed. “I called you a villain because you were trying to keep two people captive. Again.”

 Logan rolled his eyes. “Then let’s fast forward to today, shall we? When you repeatedly took Virgil’s side despite the fact that he was actively trying to torture me.”

 “I wasn’t on Virgil’s side, I was on your side.” Roman insisted. “I came to rescue you. That’s why I climbed off this table to go after Virgil!”

 “Oh really?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you insist I didn’t tell Patton? Why’d you insist I lie and hide the nature of my injuries? What possible benefit could that have for me?”

 “I was trying to keep everything civil,” Roman argued. “I wanted to keep the peace between everyone. I thought Patton deserved some happiness, and I thought Virgil deserved a chance to ...change.”

 “Yes, and that worked out so well.” Logan sneered. “I almost died because of your foolish redemption thoughts. Next time, leave the thinking to those of us with a brain.”

 “Hey!” Roman knew Logan had every right to be angry at him, but that was just rude. “You weren’t innocent as a human, either.” 

 “I didn’t dangle anyone off a building.” Logan hissed, looking extremely tense as he began to shake.

 “Okay, yes, fair enough.” Roman backed up a few steps, giving Logan space. “You didn’t do that. But I talked to Virgil, and he knows he screwed up. Big time.”

 “Stop saying that!” Logan pulled at his hair slightly, tears forming in his eyes. “Stop talking about him like he’s changed or or like he’s not just waiting in there to be alone with me again and- and-”

 “Logan!” Roman rushed over, rubbing at Logan’s shoulders comfortingly. A few tears began to fall from the nerd’s face, but Roman tactfully ignored them as he pulled Logan into a hug. Roman began rubbing circles into Logan’s back.

 “Logan,” Roman said firmly. “Virgil is not going to kill you. Patton and I will stay in the apartment, okay? Thomas is here, too. You have nothing to worry about.”

 “I-I know.” Logan winced, hearing a hiccup come out with his words. He hated appearing weak, but at least Roman wasn’t mocking him for it like Logan would have expected. “Logically, it makes...sense. Virgil won’t try anything with everyone around.”

 “...but?” Roman prompted. 

 “But…” Logan sighed, pulling away from the hug to take a seat on the wooden surface. He pulled his knees to his chest. “It’s just...difficult not to feel afraid of impossibilities at this size.”

 “I know what you mean.” Roman sat down beside him. “I have been scared soooo many times today. By Virgil, by Patton...and by a certain giant rat.”

 “That thing was atrocious.” Logan shuddered.

 “Yeah…” Roman paused, finding the timing right to ask a question he had been wondering ever since that incident. “Hey Logan, why did you save me from that thing, anyways?”

 “It was the right thing to do.” Logan shrugged.

 “Well, that doesn’t seem like a very ‘you’ answer.” Roman teased.

 “I haven’t been feeling very ‘me’ today,” Logan admitted. “Although I suppose that’s the problem, I’ve been feeling far too much today. It’s exhausting.”

 “Does that include feelings...for me?” Roman said hopefully. “Because, y’know, logically, I think saving someone from a giant rat is less of a neighborly thing and more of a...friendly thing?”

 Logan chuckled. “I suppose it...could be classified as such an act, yes.”

 “And does that mean we’re friends?” Roman leaned very close to Logan, eyes sparkling.

 “Ah, not quite.” Logan pushed him back. “I still have one last question for you.”

 “Go ahead, bestie.” Roman winked, elbowing him lightly. 

 “...Why do you hate me?” Logan asked, looking down at his lap.

 “Wait, what?” Roman frowned, leaning back slightly. “I’m trying to make you one of my best friends, why on earth would I hate you?”

 “Back when Virgil was trying to scare me,” Logan winced, “the first time, he asked you for one good reason to not hate me. And you…” Logan looked at his hands, clenching them into fists. “...you came up with nothing.”

 “...oh.” Roman suddenly remembered that he did, in fact, say that.

 “All you could think to say was that I’m manipulative, selfish, and generally unpleasant to be around.” Logan gritted his teeth. “But now that some old piece of paper says we’ll be human again if we’re ‘best friends’, you’re suddenly acting all buddy-buddy.”

 “Logan…” Roman sighed. “I only said those things because I was trying to say what I thought would make Virgil listen. Anything good I said about you wouldn’t have been good enough for him, he’d just shoot it down.”

 “What, so you weren’t even willing to try?” Logan scoffed.

 “I pandered to my audience,” Roman admitted. “I talked about you in a way that I thought would make Virgil agree so that he’d see my point. I was trying to protect you.”

 “Well, you have a funny way of showing that.” Logan pointed out.

 “Okay, fair enough.” Roman conceded. “But you do have to admit that, before, you were all of those things.”

 “I was not ‘generally unpleasant to be around’!” Logan said in a huff. 

 “That one was harsh!” Roman put his hands up in defeat. “I’ll admit, not my best work. I could have phrased it better. But you were, in the beginning, cruel to both of our borrower friends.”

 “But you’ve changed.” Roman continued. “You’re not those things anymore. I know we haven’t spent much time together, but we’ve had our share of good moments. And you’re clearly listening to others, being empathetic, and using your knowledge for good. You’ve made a terrific borrower.”

 “...I do try.” Logan adjusted his glasses. 

 “And you saved me.” Roman reminded him. “Despite the fact you thought I hated your guts, you saved me. You really did do it just because it was the right thing, didn’t you?”

 “Well, yes,” Logan said. “After all, I don’t lie.” 

 “Logan, I’m...I’m sorry.” Roman apologized. “I’m sorry I ever called you the bad guy. You’re a good person.”

 Logan looked over at him. “Really?”

 “Really.” Roman nodded. “You’re a good person, who deserves a decent sleep schedule. So I’m sorry about my music, too, and when everything switches back I promise to fix that.”

 “And I shall promise to approach you with my problems rather than allowing them to accumulate in your mailbox,” Logan promised.

 Roman stuck out his pinkie, wanting to make it official.

 “Really, Roman?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “We’re not twelve.”

 “C’mon, I want to make it official.” Roman gave a small whine. “Besides, I’ve kind of got a thing going right now.”

 “Fine.” Logan entwined his pinkie with Roman’s. 

 “Excellent!” Roman stood up, offering Logan a hand to help him stand. “Friends?”

 “Friends,” Logan confirmed, taking Roman’s offer. He wasn’t sure exactly what a friendship with Roman would look like, but Logan was at least willing to find out.

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Booksmart

I’m not even going to be coy about it to draw you in - GO SEE THIS MOVIE. Maybe that’s terrible self-promotion on my part, but I like to think of this blog as a public service rather than self-aggrandizement and the best public service I can offer is to make sure you know just how excellent, hilarious, and game-changing this movie is. Still not convinced? Well...

Following in the footsteps of other madcap end-of-high-school teen movies like Superbad, Can’t Hardly Wait, and American Pie, this is the graduation story for a new generation and it’s fucking fantastic. Molly (Beanie Feldstein) and Amy (Katilyn Dever) are BFFs who have been working their asses off and staying on the straight and narrow to achieve academic greatness and get into the prestigious colleges of their dreams so they can change the world with some good old fashioned girl power. Think RBG rather than THC. However, on the last day of senior year, Molly discovers that all the jocks and drama nerds and party girls she’s been looking down on for not taking school seriously ALSO got into those prestigious colleges which is a real blow to her conception of the world. She demands that she and Amy have a night of blowout high school partying so that they can experience all the fun their classmates have been having this entire time - if they get to have the best of both worlds, then dammit, Molly and Amy do too. As you can imagine, their quest to get to the biggest, best party of the night turns into a series of misadventures involving an empty boat party, a murder mystery dinner, accidental drug taking, a pizza delivery robbery gone wrong, and some huge love and drama as they both try to hook up with their respective crushes. 

Some thoughts:

First thing’s first, I love love LOVE that this isn’t a coming out story for Amy. She’s out. She’s so fucking out, to her friends, her parents, even her principal. I’m not dinging coming out stories - last year’s Blockers was a sweet and unexpected surprise and I was so happy it was included in the major release of a typical teen sex comedy - but like Ariel I want more and now I have it!

The supporting cast of adults is just wall-to-wall perfection. Jason Sudeikis is pitch-perfect as the long-suffering principal who is happy to see Molly and Amy get out of his hair; Jessica Williams is the cool teacher who Molly and Amy idolize, and she plays every note perfectly; and Lisa Kudrow and Will Forte are Amy’s uber-supportive and endearingly awkward parents. 

Side note: I’m pretty sure Jason Sudeikis improved his entire Lyft scene and it’s fantastic. 

Do schools really allow silly string, confetti, and condom water balloons on the last day? All I remember is wandering around the halls and getting people to sign my yearbook. There may or may not have been a cookie cake.

The details in production design are just *chef kiss* perfect. Amy’s room with the sign “A room of one’s own,” the posters in both their rooms of famous inspirational women, the bumper stickers, the labels on Amy’s drawers listing the interior contents(!) - each tiny detail adds up to such a rich character portrait of these girls and their friendship.

They have a friendship CODE WORD (it’s “Malala”) god it’s so good. I know I’m belaboring the point, but seeing a friendship like this, that’s based on unwavering support and love and tenderness, feels revolutionary. It reminds me so much of me and my best friend in sophomore and junior year, the secret language of girls who love each other deeply and are maybe slightly codependent because the world is huge and scary and does not take kindly to young women who love themselves. I may or may not have teared up when Molly says something self-disparaging and Amy slaps her, saying “Don’t talk about my best friend that way.” 

The supporting cast of teens is made up of diverse, interesting, and well-realized characters. Gigi (Billie Lourd) is so over-the-top iconic, she’s easily the standout, living easily up to the legacy her grandmother Debbie Reynolds and her mother Carrie Fisher left. 

I just have never felt more seen as a dorky queer woman. I am not Molly, nor am I Amy, but god I’ve been both of them so many times I can’t even count. When Molly talking to Nick and he pegs her Hogwarts house exactly? My knees went weak. Amy playing the game of “Is she queer or is she just a countercultural straight girl” is so real I started having acid flashbacks of going to my first gay bar. These incredible, honest characters are the core of the film and every choice that director Olivia Wilde made in creating them was the right one. 

I also love that the only sex scene in the film is a queer sex scene - it’s so important to represent and normalize, and show queer teens that their stories can also be awkward and funny and that whether you’re queer or straight, nothing gets solved or fixed with sex at a teenage party.

Do people graduate in the morning? How? Don’t their parents have to work?

It’s evident the movie owes a debt to all the teen movies that came before and clearly influenced it, the most obvious being Superbad. In many ways the two films hit all the same major beats and feature many of the same character archetypes, but I would argue that this is the superior version. The character anxieties and dependencies can still be explored without the misogyny or homophobia - it’s the best of both worlds, and it doesn’t come at the expense of anyone else. 

Did I Cry? Of course I did, at the very end when Molly and Amy have to say goodbye to each other. 

These are my favorite credits I’ve seen in recent memory for sure. 

Do yourself a favor and go enjoy the funniest comedy I’ve seen this year. Your inner dorky girl needs this.

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Author Spotlight: @lesbianmxgicians​

Every week we interview a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

I'm a Canadian high school student and definitely a huge science fiction nerd. Reading and writing are both huge passions for me, and the former has influenced my life a lot.

How long have you been writing for?

I've been writing for almost a year now- I started off writing femslash and reader inserts for the Supernatural fandom last summer, and this January I discovered the show The Magicians (and the books) and joined the fandom here.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

Probably the characters. I love all of the women of this show, I think they're badass. Also maybe a need to have a wlw relationship on The Magicians, since I mainly write femslash. I really wish we had canon relationship between two of the women on the show.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Alice is definitely a favourite, because I feel like I can really get her voice; she reminds me a lot of myself in many ways. Also Penny and Dean Fogg, because they're my underrated favourites.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

Season one, definitely. There are less plot threads and I have the most memory of that season overall, so it's easier when I'm writing in canon to just slip my own stories between the episodes and have it feel organic to the season's plot; like that story could have easily actually happened onscreen.

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

I've got an ongoing serial fic called 'a colossal mistake'. It's set after Quentin cheats on Alice, and she runs off to a bar in Brooklyn and hooks up with Julia before disappearing. The gang is supposed to go to Fillory to defeat the Beast, but they can't without Alice, so they end up on a search to find her.

How long is your “to do list”?

I have a couple of prompts in my inbox that I feel bad about having not fulfilled yet, and a few ideas I eventually want to get done. Otherwise, I write whatever comes to mind at the time, if I have time. There are drafts of things I can't bring myself to delete because I know when/if I have the time and creative energy, I can make them publishable.

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

This is a hard one, but probably 'what is and what shall never be'. I really like the dynamic that Julia and Marina!23 had in 3x11, and I feel like that could be expanded upon in season four, so that's exactly what I did. The idea of this other Marina who's proclaimed a second chance at a life of good with magic is really intriguing, especially with her shown curiosity to her other self's relationship with Julia. I kind of summed all of these really long thoughts up with the synopsis of, "Surprisingly, Marina wants to help for once." I think, at least.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

'For The Rich and The Heartless' is a prompt fill that I actually ended up loving a lot. It's a boarding school, no magic alternate universe that for a time I was thinking about turning into a Veronica Mars-esque school murder mystery (but, as always, I didn't end up having enough time while the mood struck me to do so.) It's good and funny on it's own, though, and I would love for more folks who like Margo/Alice and those kinds of AUs to read it.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

I've been trying recently not writing stories in linear order. So much of the time, I get ideas for fics where it's mid-story, so I just cast them aside; now I'm trying to get those scenes down and build the rest of the story as it comes, in whatever order I think of. It's made writing a lot more enjoyable.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

I write whenever I feel like it; I get a lot more inspiration while the seasons are airing, or at least that's how it's felt so far. I usually hold onto small details from episodes after they air that I love, and try to write a fic about them. They usually end up being pretty short, though.

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

Definitely 'a colossal mistake', by far. Not so long ago, I felt this constant pressure to post fan fiction constantly, to the point where I was posting about three times a week but I still didn't feel like it was enough. Now I've slowed down by a lot, but it's harder to come up with things to get the plot where I want it to go. I also feel bad for the people who really like that fic, because I'm now aware they exist and I don't want to let them down.

Are there any themes or tropes that you like particularly like to explore in your writing?

Pining and portals, the two Ps. The Great Lesbian Condition, for me at least, is the not dating/unrequited feelings thing in real life, so I definitely try to project those feelings and experiences in my fics. And portals, for some reason I'm just obsessed with them and the whole travelling to another world thing. It and this answer probably translate my frequent habit of escapism.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Fan fiction wise, @monstrous-femme definitely. Y'know, she was the first person to ever follow me (and since I didn't have any posts, I'm guessing by the username alone.) Her stories are really interesting and my favourites to read and read again. Otherwise, Ransom Riggs' 'Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children' series and the obvious choice of 'The Magicians' series by Lev Grossman.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

The Magician's Land by Lev Grossman, Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs, on and off Sleeping Beauties and Cujo by Stephen King, Monday's Not Coming by Tiffany D. Jackson and It's Not Like It's a Secret by Misa Sugiura. I have the attention span of a hummingbird.

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

Kill your darlings, probably. And since I think I'm absolutely hilarious, I have to do this a lot.

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

"Probably," "though," "perhaps," "maybe," and the characters' names.

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

The first fanfic I ever wrote is a Supernatural gen reader insert called 'Best For You.' It's at the very end of my AO3 catalog, and even thinking about it right now is making me giggle and cringe. I do, unfortunately, still have access to it, which also means so does anyone who's curious about it.

Rapidfire Round!

Self-edit or Beta?

Both. Usually self edit, though, because I get anxious about asking for betas or people don't respond in time.

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes?

Definitely comments. I love feedback on anything and everything I write.

Smut, Fluff or Angst?

Angst.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn?

Slow burn emotional pining, one hundred percent.

Favourite Season?

Season One

Favourite Episode?

3x04 and 1x09, tied.

Favourite Book?

The Magician King

Three favourite words?

Pretentious, love, misty.

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@wolfstarhq​. My best mutie. I would write you a thousand fics to launch a thousand ships (this is funny because it’s tumblr punny and literary and we’re both nerds). Also recently read the gay love story of Achilles x Patroclus in “A Song of Achilles and I highly recommend it to anyone, but especially classics nerds.

ALSO I am already working on my amazing FlonksFest fic! (Amazing fest, not amazing fic, but we’ll see how it goes). Because I want to be able to reblog this for the fest also, I also worked in one of the prompts from the list.

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“FUCK,” bellowed Tonks.

“Get her on the table,” said Remus’ voice tightly.

“She’s bleeding everywhere.” That was Sirius. He was carrying her in his arms.

“FUCK,” she yelled again.

“Fuck,” agreed Sirius, his voice threading with panic.

She knew there was a warm wetness between them.

“Move aside, Mr. Black.” That was Flitwick, looking small and grave and worried as Sirius thunked her hips onto the table. Flitwick still called them all by their last names.

Tonks realized she couldn’t hold up her own weight with her abs as her head hit the table with a sound like someone had dropped a cantaloupe. She saw stars.

“Careful,” chided Flitwick.

She could feel her shirt being ripped back by someone’s spell. She had loved this shirt. Vintage. Her mum’s from the seventies. Or was it the sixties? A real Water Bugs original. And now she couldn’t even repair it, with the nasty curse that had rent the fabric apart.

Flitwick was poking at her skin.

“We should get Poppy.” Remus again. He was close with Madame Pomfrey. She had cared for him in his transformations.

“She’s busy at school,” argued Sirius. “By the time you apparate into Hogsmeade and run there –“ He didn’t finish, and Tonks felt her eyes flick to Flitwick, trying not to panic. It would be too late.

“Healing is a charm,” Flitwick said in a tight, squeaky voice. “And we can’t afford to pull Poppy here. If that woman at the school finds out we are diverting resources to the Order… Minerva and Severus are watching her right now. But I can do what I can to patch Ms. Tonks up. Keep her skin together.”

“Keep her from dying?” Remus was very white. He had taken this personally because Tonks had jumped in front of him.

Flitwick was tart: “No one is dying.”

Tonks felt warm wetness sluice over her hands. She thought for a moment it was relief, and then she realized she was trying to hold the gash in her side closed.

“Move your hands, please.”

But her hands wouldn’t move. She didn’t know how to move them. Her body was rigid.

Remus was there instantly. He was used to rigid muscles, and he dragged her hands away, up over her head, passing one to Sirius to hold. She gripped onto both of them, gasping, feeling her lungs pressing against her ribs as Flitwick held her skin together; his hands were bright red. His wand was between his teeth.

“I need a hand.”

Sirius volunteered, holding one half of her skin so Flitwick could grip his wand.

“This will-“ started Flitwick, but didn’t finish in the pandemonium that followed.

Tonks screamed as her flesh began burning back together. Her legs twisted and cramped up, her spine flew up off the table. She left nail marks in Remus’ wrist. Sirius used an elbow on her other hand to hold her down.

“HOLD HER STILL!” Flitwick was yelling.

“WHAT’S GOING ON?” It was Bill Weasley. His team had come back from their mission. They had gone out in groups of four; one veteran, one new recruit per team. She had been the new recruit.

“Filius!” It was Professor Sprout, who had been paired with Bill Weasley, his brother Charlie, and that foreigner girl – Fleur Delacour.

“Hold her still,” Flitwick said again, and Tonks realized she had blacked out a moment; her vision was swimming. Her hands were bright red, leaving smears in her upside down vision on Remus’ oatmeal colored sweater. Sirius’ black shirt was blacker in the middle. Her own long wisps of pink hair was stuck under one of his armpits.

Time was moving strangely. Bill and Charlie were holding her legs down. She liked Charlie – always had – and yet she was trying as hard as she could to kick him in the face as she started screaming again, but not a movie theater scream; not for haunted houses. She was yelling hoarsely, grunting. Slamming her head into the table. The stupid table in the basement of this stupid house that her stupid cousin had –

A floating blonde head was moving forward in her upside down vision. Tonks felt she was staring at a large, glittering bird. It was sort of silvery, but with thick pouting lips like those in the magazines and Tonks felt her own ordinarily thin lips snap shut on the yell.

She wouldn’t give this stupid girl the satisfaction. She was younger than Tonks. Tonks was twenty-four. Turning twenty-five in April. Charlie’s age. Bill was twenty-seven. But she…she was only nineteen. And for a brief flash, she looked nineteen. She looked scared and confused, and Tonks slumped in the grip of her cousin and his boyfriend (“just friends,” they protested, and quietly everyone disbelieved them).

“All finished,” said Flitwick. “It’ll leave a scar.”

“Cool,” said Tonks, panting at the ceiling.

Charlie, Sirius, and Bill laughed.

“Get her some water,” said Professor Sprout.

The sleek thing – was she a mink? She seemed like something sleek like that. Like a ridiculously beautiful slick thing. A white ermine, Tonks decided. That would be her patronus. Something that would hiss angrily if cornered. She brought the glass from the tap. It was dirty, but a whispered, wandless spell swirled the glass and suddenly the water and glass were sparkling. A beautiful, rare bit of magic.

“Help me up,” and Tonks didn’t recognize her own voice. It was hoarse and brittle with screaming.

Strong forearms pulled hard on her shoulders. She let Remus and Sirius lever her up.

“Thanks,” she panted. Her stomach ached, and when she looked down at the skin, it had a white, burned looking scar. She knew if she concentrated, it would disappear, swallowed up. But only if she kept her concentration, like sucking her stomach in. She shook her head in wonder.

“Lucky that curse didn’t pierce any organs,” tutted Sprout.

“It did. A kidney,” said Flitwick, and Tonks saw he looked as grey as she felt. “It probably looks much like the outside.”

“It’s okay,” Tonks panted. “Thanks.” She glanced up over her shoulder to Sirius, who was standing, arms crossed across his stained black shirt. “And thanks.”

“Course.” Sirius grinned with half his face. “Do you know what your mother would do to me if I had let you die?”

They both laughed weakly.

Tonks looked at her stomach again and realize rather dully she was wearing the ripped Water Bugs shirt like a vest, her capelet still marginally fastened around her shoulders, the edges dipped in her blood. Her bra was old and pink. She was embarrassed. She wore the thing under white clothes. It wasn’t exactly the sort of thing that was supposed to be seen in public.

As if on cue, the glittering thing that was certainly too lovely to be a human girl came forward with a dishtowel.

“May I?” she asked, her English heavily accented.

Tonks nodded, too tired to speak, and she – Fleur, Tonks had to remind herself – tucked the dishtowel into the straps of her bra so it covered her a bit. A modicum of decency.

“Where are the others?” Bill Weasley was asking loudly. “Why is no one else here?”

“We caught trouble,” said Remus tiredly. “I don’t know what the others caught. We had to get out fast.”

“We have to go back out,” Charlie, this time. He looked determined.

Flitwick stood up, still looking wan.

“No, Filius, stay,” Sprout protested.

“He’s our best dueler,” Sirius argued. “Even half dead, we need him.”

“Thank you Mr. Black,” said Flitwick, with a little smile of his own. “But I’m hardly half dead.”

“Are you sure?” Bill asked him seriously.

“We need to leave someone with Tonks.”

There was an awkward pause where no one looked at Fleur, who looked angry.

“Why should I ‘ave to stay?”

“You’re the junior member,” Tonks heard herself saying, grinning when all eyes spun towards her. “The one to leave first.”

“Not true,” said Remus loyally, patting her arm. “You saved my life.”

“You fought very well,” squeaked Flitwick.

“But you have to stay put,” finished Sirius.

“And…well…you’re very young,” Charlie finished to Fleur awkwardly.

“I was a Triwizard Champion!” Fleur shot back angrily.

“And this isn’t a tournament,” said Bill, just as angrily. “Stay with Tonks.”

“Yes sir,” sneered Fleur, and Bill looked confused, like his better nature was warring with attraction or temper or desire or –

“She doesn’t have to,” Tonks said quickly. “I’m fine. Look at me. I’m fine.”

But evidently looking at her was a mistake, because all seven of them fell quiet, and Tonks blushed. She knew her hair had flickered back to mouse brown. Her eyes also brown and no longer sparkling. She hadn’t been concentrating. She clearly looked a huge mess.

“I will stay,” Fleur said finally, unwillingly, into the brittle tension as Charlie checked his watch, clearly doing the mental math of how long they had left the two other groups fighting.

No one thanked her. No one even said anything other than Bill, who seemed to be in charge without thinking, Sprout talking to Flitwick in low voices.

“In two marks. First ours, and then yours. Three and three.” There was three sharp cracks at the same time, and Charlie, Bill, and Sprout were gone. Then a split second and another three, with Flitwicks’ as the faintest, the most experienced, and Remus, Sirius, and the Charms professor vanished too, leaving only the two women staring at one another across the dingy kitchen.

Tonks realized she was still sitting on the table, and she slid off of it while Fleur said:

“No..eet is too dangerous���stay,” ineffectually as Tonks stood up, woozy. She staggered, and Fleur rushed forwards.

“Eet is fine now. You are fine?” More a question than a statement, and Tonks looked over her shoulder at the kitchen table, the dishes broken on the floor where they had been swept by Remus’ impatient hands, the long streaks of drying blood.

“We should clean up,” Tonks said, breathing rather harder than she meant to. Her insides felt burned. Which, she supposed, they were.

“’Ere. You stand ‘ere and I shall do zee cleaning,” Fleur said, leaning Tonks against a counter and letting her take her weight on her leaning legs.

Fleur pulled out an icy white wand. Birch wood. Of course, Tonks thought irritated. As showy as the rest of her.

She observed Fleur from under her eyebrows, pretending to be taking off the rest of her capelet and shirt as a way to mask the scrutiny. Fleur was easily scrubbing the table, the repaired dishes reassembling themselves and filtering into the sink to be cleaned instead of back into their places. She magically pulled new dishes from the cabinets, setting them in fancier place settings than Tonks thought Sirius might ever bother with, using the old family silver goblets, napkins wrapping around silverware, laying themselves over stacked salad plates as the twelve places were set, the chairs being tucked into place instead of scattered around the room.

Tonks was terrible at these kinds of household magics, at cleaning and brightening, organizing. All the things her mother was quite good at. She felt a pang of embarrassment, though her mother wasn’t here to see. Instead, Tonks trained her eyes on Fleur, observing her even as Fleur turned around to look at her.

She had a long sheet of silvery blonde hair, a flat, heart shaped face with a small chin, thick lips, a soft nose. She looked like a princess from a fairy story, with dark blue eyes and long brown eyelashes. She wasn’t wearing makeup, and yet Tonks knew without a doubt she was lovelier in her natural face than Tonks had ever been, whichever face she wore. She had perfectly sculpted soft brown eyebrows and bronze, smooth skin that seemed too dark close up to match her coloring, a lovely honey glow that made Tonks feel peaky and mole spotted and pasty and cross and altogether too British.

“I think I’m just going to go home,” she told Fleur after a long moment.

“But ze others?” frowned Fleur. “Zey will want to find you.”

“They can find me,” yawned Tonks, suddenly tired.

“Zen I will go too,” said Fleur decisively.

Tonks frowned. This wasn’t what she had meant. “No,” she said. “I’ll just –“

“Eet is too dangerous to apparate,” said Fleur seriously. “With injuries such as yours. On ze eenside.”

“I’ll take the floo. It’s just a short trip. And I just want more clothes. And my own bed. And it’s so filthy here I don’t want to –“

“No,” said Fleur flatly. “I will not allow zat.”

“Allow it?” said Tonks, angrily astonished. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

“I am not telling.”

“Yes you are.”

“Yes I am.”

And Tonks paused, flummoxed, until she saw the curl of the smile around Fleur’s haughty mouth, and she blew out a strand of hair from her face in exasperation.

“I will get you clothes,” said Fleur.

Tonks had a horrifying thought of Fleur actually seeing the trainwreck of her apartment. Of trying to pick up the still clean clothes from their specific spot on the floor by the foot of her bed where she put on pajamas.

“No, it’s okay.”

“You are in a…comment dites-vous?” Fleur gestured.

“A dish towel,” said Tonks sourly.

“Yes. Zat.”

Tonks groaned, feeling like a sulky child as she shuffled her feet and then looked up at the stairs leading up from the basement kitchen. She didn’t want to sit in the kitchen of the house. Technically the whole house was Order headquarters. And she wanted to lay down. But the beds the Weasleys and Harry had stayed in – even the overnight guest beds – were up three or four flights of very long stairs.

“Sit.”

“What?” Tonks turned to see Fleur having pulled out a chair from the table, facing its battered old wood at the foot of the stairs.

“Sit,” she gestured impatiently.

Tonks sat. Immediately the chair began to float, and Fleur conducted her up the stairs beside her without a word, without a mocking glance or anything else.

They stopped on the second floor, three flights up. It was where Sirius and Regulus’ childhood bedrooms had been. Now they were crammed with two or three cots a piece for visitors and leftover from the Weasleys’ stay. Tonks took a bed gratefully. These, at least, were clean. Not originally part of the house. Brought in.

“Stay,” Fleur said severely, turning on the spot. She disapparated with a loud crack that proved she was still very new at it.

Tonks had to reflect that she was being treated rather like a dog, sitting and staying and being walked about. But she was too tired and in too much pain to much care. She settled against the pillows and combed her jaw length hair with her fingers. If only it was long and pretty like Fleur’s, and as she pulled the tangles out, she realized it was growing.

“Stop that,” she told herself, going slightly pink in the dim afternoon light of the small window. It would be mortifying for Fleur to come back and for Tonks to be wearing her features.

Fleur was back quickly, and Tonks realized only when she threw a bag on the foot of the bed she had never told Fleur where she lived. She looked in the bag, embarrassed. They were obviously Fleur’s clothes.

“These are too nice,” she tried to protest. “I’m all dirty and bloody and-“

A flick of Fleur’s wand, and Tonks realized her hair smelled like strawberries and mango. Like a fruity stupid tropical drink mixed with a white wine.

“Thanks,” she said, much too sourly for how she smelled.

“Hold up your ‘ands,” Fleur instructed, bunching the shirt up, and Tonks did so, embarrassed, as Fleur leaned close to her to pull her hands patiently through the long cashmere sleeves of a sweater that doubtlessly cost more than Tonks’ rent.

The shirt settled down, slipping over newly healed skin in a way that made Tonks want to hiss at the feel of it, the friction, and yet maybe it was the breath being stolen by the inches heating between her and Fleur.

Tonks dropped her eyes, embarrassed and vaguely ashamed. She liked witches and wizards. She didn’t advertise it much, outside her earrings and her loud hair. She was not actually very experienced; Hogwarts had been…well a boyfriend. Sixth year. A girl kissed her in seventh. Mainly Hogwarts had been Charlie, laughing at her. Mainly Charlie, being confused himself.

And auror training; she had been one of the youngest there. She had slept with one person. A woman. Once. And then she had avoided her. And then she had a one night stand in the Leaky Cauldron, because she felt like she should. In her twenties. Right?

She was embarrassingly under experienced, but Fleur was so beautiful, she would have been an idiot not to notice. Tonks hated that she still felt young and awkward, though Fleur was younger than she was. But nothing about Fleur screamed awkwardness or inexperience. She was probably much, much better at all of it than Tonks. Hadn’t she heard somewhere that Fleur was part Veela? A kind of magical creature that seduced without trying. Fleur didn’t even feel it.

She didn’t even notice.

Tonks felt her cheeks heating, and she pulled her head back, turning her own chin away, feeling ungainly and plain and embarrassingly mousy. But Fleur did not let her turn her face; her fingers were cold against Tonks’ flushed cheeks, and Tonks jumped – jumped right into Fleur’s waiting lips, her parted mouth, her hesitant sapphire eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Tonks mumbled at once, as soon as they broke apart. “I didn’t mean-“

“Why are you sorry?” Fleur seemed genuinely confused. “You did not like eet?”

“No, I mean, I didn’t mean to-“ Tonks began, and then frowned. “What?”

“I wanted to kiss you. Bill ‘as been saying I need to make more friends.”

“Oh.” Friends. Perhaps kissing another beautiful girl on the mouth was a French custom. Tonks felt her face probably matched her suddenly magenta hair.

“And I like you, Neemfadohra,” and she butchered Tonks’ name so badly she had to laugh.

“It’s Tonks.”

“Yes. Very well. Tonks.”

“But…you’re so young,” Tonks said awkwardly.

“Five years isn’t so much,” Fleur said honestly.

Tonks shrugged awkwardly. “I…I mean…you don’t…”

“’ave to?” guessed Fleur shrewdly, her blue eyes flickering. “You theenk because you were wounded I must fall for you?”

“Fall?” said Tonks faintly.

“I like you,” repeated Fleur impatiently.

Tonks didn’t know where to look, she had never, never blushed so hard. “I…I like you too,” she mumbled at last.

There was a huge series of cracks! From downstairs.

“’Ze others. Zey ‘ave returned. I should go to see.”

“Okay,” said Tonks faintly, still blushing.

“Zat sweater is nice on you,” said Fleur coolly surveying her. “Suits your coloring.”

Tonks blushed harder. It was a champagne color more suited to Fleur’s bronzed skin than her own pale one. “Thanks,” she said anyway.

“I will come back,” Fleur said, appraising her face.

“Okay. I’m fine.”

Fleur smiled mischievously. “Yes,” she said triumphantly; a person being quick-witted in a second language. “You are.”

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Foreboding

Summary: The Winchester and (Y/N) are hunting a djinn when Dean is captured. When he comes to he is in a cemetery facing his worst nightmare. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 1603 Prompt: Cemetery   A/N: This is for @curly-haired-disaster Disasters 200 Challenge. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

"(Y/N), you and Sam go to the right and I'll meet you both around back." Dean whispered as they made their moves. Dean started down a long, dark hallway getting his flashlight out. He held his silver knife out cautiously moving further down the hall. Hearing something crack behind him, Dean whipped around seeing nothing. As he turned back around, a hand was suddenly on his head and all he saw was a bright neon blue light.  

Dean slowly opened his eyes seeing he was outside and it was dark out. He sat up looking around realizing he was in a cemetery. "How the hell..." He muttered standing up. 

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Dean turned around seeing a young woman who looked a whole lot like (Y/N) when she was a teenager. "Daddy?" She asked in disbelief as she walked closer to him.  

Dean started to shake his head, "No I'm not your dad. I'm no one's dad." He said but she stood in front of him and he gasped looking into her eyes. His eyes. Same olive eyes that stared at him every morning.  

"Daddy, how... how are you back? You died eighteen years ago." She asked reaching out to touch his shoulder gasping to see that he was real.  

Dean could not wrap his mind around what was going on. He knew he did not have a daughter but, in his heart seeing this young woman before him he felt that she was his. "I'm sorry, but I don't know you. I was hunting a djinn and I think he put the whammy on me. Usually they show you your deepest desire, so I don't know why I'm waking up in a cemetery seeing my so-called daughter."

She took a step back thinking for a moment, "Maybe seeing your child is your deepest desire. I wouldn't know because I've only seen pictures of you. You died by a djinn in 2018 before mom found out she was pregnant."  

Dean suddenly had a memory flash before his mind seeing (Y/N) and Sam in an old warehouse. He looked up at the young woman, "You must be the part of me that is trying to wake myself up. Why the hell are we in a cemetery?"

She sighed walking two headstones down and pointed at it, "I'm here to see them... well you and mom."  

Dean walked over looking down at the headstone. The name Winchester etched at the top then two plates with etchings on them. He read, "Dean Winchester Jan. 24, 1979 – Jul. 15, 2018" He looked over reading the other one and his knees buckled as he fell onto them.

"(Y/N) Winchester Mar. 01, 1981 – Jul. 15, 2035" He whispered as tears blurred his vision.  

The young woman sat cross legged next to him, "Uncle Sam says that she loved you so much that it was fitting for her to die on the same day you did. Really, I think he's talking out his butt trying to make me feel better about her death."  

Dean wiped his eyes sitting on the cold ground, "Sounds like something he would do." He said chuckling. "How..." He could not ask the full question getting choked up thinking about (Y/N) dying.  

"We were on a simple salt and burn when a demon came out of nowhere. Spatting off how he was going to kill himself a Winchester. Before I could get to him, he drove an angel blade through her chest." Dean looked over to her hearing the sadness in her voice.  

He placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. "I know I'm not really your father, at least not yet, but it seems like your mom did a hell of a job raising you."  

"She did. Mom always said I reminded her so much of you. I-I miss her so much." She began to cry on his shoulder and Dean could not help his own tears running down his face.  

"I miss her too and I want to get back to her. Think you could help me with that?" He asked as she looked up at him nodding.  

They both stood up and Dean followed her to her car. His eyes went wide seeing the familiar black beauty parked out in front of the cemetery. "She still looks the same after all this time." He said running his fingers over her glossy finish.  

"Uncle Sam, showed me how to keep her engine purring. She's my everything." She said looking fondly at the seventy-year-old car.  

She popped open the trunk grabbing an old familiar brown leather journal and flipping it open. "Is that... it can't be?" Dean asked looking down seeing his handwriting next to his father's.  

"Yeah, Uncle Sam gave it to me when I started hunting by myself. After losing you, he stopped hunting. He would help with research but he never went out hunting again. He lives in Lawrence now by himself working in the local library." She explained as Dean nodded unable to speak.  

His emotions were getting the best of him and he needed to focus on getting out of this mess. He looked to his daughter as she read through his entry on the last time he dealt with a djinn.  

"So, you killed yourself the last time in order to wake up." She said as he looked in the trunk for a silver knife.  

Dean stepped away from the car as she shut the trunk, "You may not want to watch it."  

She shrugged, "If this really is a djinn induced dream then it won’t matter if I watch or not because none of this is real."

Dean chuckled, "You're right." He pressed the tip of the knife at his chest, "By the way, what's your name?" He asked suddenly curious.  

"Deanna, Deanna Cassie Winchester. Most people call me Dee or Cas, which I prefer because it drives Uncle Cas crazy." She laughed then looked up at him seriously, "Think about mom. If anyone can lead you out of this it's her. Focus on her and this time don't get dead. I would like to know my father."  

He lowered the knife as she threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tightly and kissed her temple, "Will do." He whispered as she walked out of his arms and to the driver's side.  

"Goodbye daddy," She said getting into the car and bringing her to life.  

Dean watched as she drove off, "Goodbye Deanna." He walked back over to his and (Y/N)'s headstone looking down at it. "I'm coming back, sweetheart."

Dean plunged the knife into his chest focusing on (Y/N)'s face. Her (Y/H/C) shining in the sunlight, her (Y/C/E) eyes bright and beautiful as she smiled. The way her lips felt against his and that is when he opened his eyes seeing her frantic expression.  

"Dean? Dean?!" She yelled as Sam cut his hands down. He looked down seeing the djinn on the floor dead. Placing an arm around Sam and (Y/N) they helped him out to Baby. (Y/N) climbed in the back seat with him as he laid his head down in her lap.  

Dean snuggled his face against her stomach smiling weakly. "Don't worry Deanna, I made it back and I'm not going anywhere."  

"Who's Deanna?" (Y/N) asked him as he looked up at her smiling.  

"Our daughter. She beautiful and strong. You named her after me, but I think I prefer it as a middle name. We can name her something else since I was able to make my way back to you." He kissed her stomach.  

She looked up to Sam who was driving, "I think he's delirious. Let's get back to the motel so I can asset him properly."  

The next week, Dean was finally feeling back to normal after the djinn poisoning. He was sitting in the library with Sam when (Y/N) walked out looking bewildered.  

"What's wrong?" Sam asked as she stood next to Dean looking down at him.  

"How did you know?" She asked.  

He chuckled slightly, "I'm going to need a little more than that, sweetheart. How did I know what?"

(Y/N) held out a stick as his eyed widening, "You knew last week. I thought your mumblings after the whole djinn thing was just the after affects, but you actually knew."

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Sam asked getting up and looking over Dean's shoulder who was looking down at the pregnancy test. "Is that saying what I think it's saying?"

Dean stood up hugging (Y/N) tightly as she scoffed, "Dean Winchester, tell me how you knew right now!" She yelled.  

Dean explained everything that happened when he was in the djinn hallucinations. Afterwards, (Y/N) sat down in his chair completely shocked. "You... you were going to die that night." She muttered as he squatted down next to her.  

"I didn't. You led me right back to the most important people in my life. She said if I focused on you then I would get back here and she was right." He placed his hand over her stomach, "I'm not going anywhere and together we will raise her to be brave, to be strong just like we are."

He stood up pulling her up with him and hugging her, "Sammy, our family is getting bigger." Dean said smiling as Sam wrapped his long arms around them. That is when Dean realized his deepest desire was to have a family of his own and now he will do anything to be there for them.

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also  personals  do  not  reblog  my  threads,  ooc  posts  or  anything  thats  not  a reblogged  photoset ,  its  annoying,  just  don’t  do  it.   --  i  also  have  minor  case  of  dyslexia  so  please  be  patient  with  spelling  errors.  i  catch  most  of  them,  but  sometimes  i  don’t  get  them  all.  if  something  becomes  an  issue  please  tell  me. 

FOLLOWING  AND  UNFOLLOWING

i  am  mutuals  only.  please  keep  this  in  mind.  i  will  only  take  ooc  asks  from  non  mutuals.  if  i  am  not  at  least  following  you  (  cos  i  know  some  people  who  i  write  with  /  have  written  with   don’t  follow  everyone  cos  they  want  a  clean  dash,  but  they  still  wanna  write )  then  please  don’t  attempt  ic  interactions.  this  is  your  first  &  final  warning.  i  will ignore  attempts  &  block  if  it  persists. 

do  not  follow  &  refollow  me  repeatedly  its  also  annoying  &  will  likely  get  you  blocked.  i  take  a  while  to  follow  back  sometimes,  please  be  patient. i  rarely  unfollow  so  if  you  see  it  happen,  please  poke  me.  however  i   have  the  right  to  ignore  it,  or  not  answer.  you  have  the  invitation,  i  just  don’t  have  to  invite  you  in  if  i  chose  to  revoke  it.  

disclaimer  i  probably  will  not  follow  blogs  that  romantically  ship  peter/claire.  incest  normally  doesn’t  bother  me  enough  to  mention  it, but  this one  just  really  is  a big  nope  for  me.  sorry  in  advance.  

CHARACTERIZATION

gabriel  is  based  off  nbc  heroes  &  my  own  personal  headcanons.  at  the  point  of  writing  this  i  have  seen  the  first  &  second season,  i  am  making  my  way  through  the  rest  of  the  show  at  present.   don’t  worry  about  spoilers  though  as  i  pretty  much  know  most  of  the  major  plot  points  for  gabriel  during  the  series,  just  not  all  the  specifics.  ---  threads  will  generally  take  place  in  aus  &  content  i  have  seen  however,  until  i  have  caught  up.  though  idk  how  big  the  fandom  is  so  i  sense  a  lot  of  aus  my  way  any  ways  lol

***  REGARDING  HEROES  REBORN

i  have  no  plans  to  watch  it.  sylar  isn’t  even  in   the  show  so  its  really  just  not  required  of  me  to  view  it.  any  plot  lines  transpired  in  that  canon  will  never  be  seen  in  any way  on  my  blog.   sylar  reforms  himself  post  series  &  just  goes  on  from  there.  when  i  officially  make  it  through  the  whole  show  i  will  write  proper  headcanons  on  that.  

ACTIVITY 

because  of  school  &  other  blogs  i  won’t  always  be  around.  however  i  can  always   be  reached  by  mobile  if  you  need  anything,  just  hmu.  thank  you  for  your  patience  in  this  regard.  also  fair  warning  i  do  have ADD  a  low grade  form  of  ADHD  so  i  get  a  lot  of  the  fun  extras  that  come  with  it.  please  respect  there  are  times  i  may  need  to  step  back  or  times  when  i  become  disassociated ,  its  been  happening  a lot  lately  so  i  wanted  to  inform  people  so    they  don’t think  i  am  ignoring  them.  i  promise  its  not  you,  its  me,  i  just  need  space.  FOR  THE  MOST  PART,  i  am  usually  always  around  to  answer  ims  &  messages  so  do  not  be  afraid  to  message  me  or  anything.  

SHIPPING 

ah  yes  everyones  fave  category.  if  anyone  has  questions  you  can  always  im  me  or  hu  my  ask  box  for  more  deets.   GABRIEL  IS  PANSEXUAL   BORDERLINE  GRAY  ROMANTIC  (  hes  between  demi  &  gray  )     

imma  start  off  by  saying  that   i  ship  syelle  as  well  as  petlar.  a  note      about  the  later, from  what  i  have read  &  seen  i  will  only  really  ship  them ( petlar )  during / post  the  wall,  which  at  the  time  of  writing  this  i  still  need  to  view.  i  would  be  open  to  pre  show  aus  to  start  at  this  point. 

anything  else  is  fair  game  at  this  point, just  be aware  sylar  isn’t  looking  for  anything  serious  really  during  heroes  canon.  plus  hes  not  exactly  a  nice  guy  so  like  be  warned  there.    ----  honest  to  god  if  your  interested  in  shipping  with  sylar  or  gabriel  (  yes  there  is  a  difference  )  pls  come  @  me.  the worst  i  can  do  is  say  no.  

i  will  also state   i  don’t  ship  sylaire  because  well…. shes  underage  ???? &  before  you  leap  down  my  throat  about  heroes  reborn,  most  of  the content i  have  seen  is  her  being  underage. but  i’m  not  gonna  accuse  anyone  of aging  anyone  up  for  a  ship,  cos  there  is  canon  where  she  is older.   i  am just  not  interested.  don’t  see  the  appeal,  i’ve  read  way  too much meta  &   just  don’t  see  it.  

it  is  also  worth  noting  that  post  3x01 the  second  coming,  sylar  can  no  longer  die.  he  is  immortal.  save  for  one  weak  spot  which  he  aint  about  to  tell  anyone  where  it  is. 

finally ummmm  i’m  22  guys  so  no  lying  about  your  age  to  smut  with  me.  i  will  block  your  ass  if  you  do.  don’t  make  me  be  the  bad  guy. 

GODMODDING

pls  do  not  god  mod  my  muse.  you  wanna  write  him  ??  make  a  blog  of  your  own,  or  go  write  some  fic.  i  play  three  strikes.  first  time  is  a  reminder,  second  time  is  a thread  drop  third  time  is  a  partner  all  together  drop.  THESE  CAN  BE  EXERCISED  AT  MY  DISCRETION  HOWEVER 

also  i  think  its  worth  mentioning  cos  some  might  see  this  as  potential  godmodding.  sylar  is  not  a  nice  guy,  hes  a  type  of  serial  killer.  he  will  kill  you  if  it  benefits  him,  or  if  you  piss  him  off  enough.  hes not  above doing  it  just  to  prove  a  point.  he  will  hurt  you  if  you  make angry,  might  not  kill  you  but  he  can  hurt  you  if  you  anger  him.  so  if  your  muse  riles  him  up  enough ??  just  be  prepared  for  potential  violence,  that  might  follow.  ---  i  will  not  exercise  my  muses  strength  cos  you  think  its  funny  to have  yours  poke  the  hive.  --  if  you  don’t  like  this,  please  don’t  attempt  to  write  with  me.  my  muse  is  a  villian  for  most  of  the  show  &  i  won’t  be  watering  him  down  for  you.  

OOC  VS.  IC  KNOWLEDGE

at  the  point  i  am  in  the  show,  the  only  people  who  know  what  sylar  looks  like  are  the  people  that  have  seen  him,  furthermore  only  those  who  have  heard  the  name  know  he  is  even  a  thing.  so  its  safe  to  say  a  lot  of  normal   savillians  don’t  know  him.  HELL  a  lot  of  the  heroes  don’t  know  him  either.  ---  keep  this  in  mind  when  interacting.  if  your  character  has  special  abilities  to  know  who  he  is,  thats  different,  but  don’t  just  assume  you  know  who  he  is  or  what  he  does.  

FURTHERMORE  TO  GO  OFF  A  TANGENT  i  am  not  gonna  be  too  keen  to  see  a  bunch  of  starters  of  people  begging  for  their  lives.  gabriel  is  a  hell  of  a  lot  more  then  just  a  random  serial  killer.  he  is  a  complex  character  who  has  feelings  &  issues  of  his  own.  hes  not  going  to  kill  just  anyone  for  the  sake  of  it.  please  bare  this  in  mind.  i  will  likely  not  reply  to  those  kind  of  random  interactions.  ---  by  all  means  if  you  wanna  plot  something  like  that  i  am  game  for  it,  but  please  give  me  the  heads  up.  i  will  not  reduce  my  muse  to  a  stereotype  killer,  cause  hes  not  & thats  the  tea.  he  only  kills  when  it  benefits  him,  its  not  a  sport  for  the  hell  of  it.  

TRIGGERING  CONTENT

given  the  nature  of  my  muse  there  will  be  some  triggering  themes  on  this  blog.  such  as  murder,  gore,  suicide, manipulation.  if  anyone  is  bothered  by  this,  please  blacklist  accordingly.  i tag  “  insert  trigger “ tw.  i  will  not  be  posting  heavy  gore  on  this  blog  in  visuals  at  least  &  i  ask  you  tag   it  if  you  post  it.  i’m  fine  with  a  bit  of  blood,  but  too  much  makes  me  a   little  ill.  writing  is  fine,  anything  like  a  photoset  with  heavy  gore  needs  to  be  tagged  for  me,  &  i  myself  will  not  be  posting  such  content.

MAINS  &  EXCLUSIVES

i  will  only  be  doing  exclusives  for  ships  &  crossover  fandoms  at  this  time.  if  you  are  interested  in  being  mains  lemme  know.  i  do  however  require  previous  interaction  ic  or  occ,  preferably  both.  if  you  wanna  be  exclusive  i  ask  you  return  the  favour  otherwise  i  drop  the  exclusivity.  

AND  I  THINK  THATS  ABOUT  IT  !!  I  PROMISE  I  AM  LESS  SCARY  THEN  THESE  RULES  MAKE  ME  SEEM,  I  AM  GIANT  NERD  WHO  IS  HELLA  FRIENDLY  &   LIKES  TO  GUSH ABOUT  HER  FAVES  ALWAYS !!  MUTUALS  MAY  ASK  FOR  DISCORD  IF  THEY  WISH  TO  TALK  THERE

NOW  HURRY  UP  &  ATTACK  MY  INBOX  OR  IMS  OR  LIKE  A  STARTER  CALL  LETS  WRITE  !! 

[sapphicscholar]

your fics are helping me get through the shittiest breakup right now, so thank you. I know you probably have a million prompts but would you be interested in writing a story where maggie is having a really dark day and feeling really depressed/worthless within herself (either because of internalised homophobia, past trauma etc) and alex takes care of her? maybe even some soft tearful smut later?

Hey, I hope you’re doing alright! I’m sorry it’s taken me a little while to get to this prompt (I didn’t want to do a shitty job when my focus was so divided with work and applications). Sending all the best thoughts your way! It’s now posted to AO3.

Author notes:

CW on homophobia, abusive families, anxiety/depression, etc.

A/N: Now that we’re in the thick of the holiday season, I’ve gotten a few asks for chosen family and hurt/comfort. I know it can be really hard dealing with family (or making the perfectly legitimate choice not to but seeing posts on social media that make it seem like everyone else has a loving, supportive biological family). No matter what choice you make (and I know sometimes there really isn’t a choice, depending on the situation), I’m sending you all the best thoughts. I hope you’re able to make time for yourself, even if it just means finding a quiet room to be alone for a little bit, maybe some wifi to catch up on gay af fanfic or cute puppy gifs, which I’ll try to post in spades over the break when I have time to be on my phone or computer. There are links to resources here as well.

A/N 2: Regarding a few lines in this fic: Obviously not all religion is inherently homophobic, nor do I think anyone smart and scientific (e.g. Alex) must necessarily be an atheist. But I think for so many of us who were raised Catholic (fun foreshadowing here for the nerd notes at the end today), religion was something that shaped our upbringing in an often profound way and was then thrown back in our faces when we came out. Are there Catholics who don’t follow the Church on its teachings about LGBTQ issues? Of course. But, for instance, the fact that my family happened to be supportive of LGBTQ rights in a general way didn’t mean that I wasn’t terrified of coming out to them; it didn’t exempt me from years of internalized shame after hearing priests and religion teachers teaching that homosexuality was an intrinsic disorder of the soul; and it certainly didn’t save me from the humiliation of having to write that gay sexuality was a sin on a test to get an A, of knowing that I put the jobs of my family members who worked for the Church at risk just by being out, of being forced back into the closet to serve as a teacher at a Catholic high school. And even with all of that, I had it easy (and I certainly had it much easier than my fiancée), which I say not to guilt anyone who is still religious, but to explain the perspective from which I’m writing in advance.

Resources:National Domestic Abuse Hotline (online and phone options): http://www.thehotline.org/

US and International Hotlines for a variety of causes: https://sapphicscholarwrites.tumblr.com/post/167199297270/dont-ever-hesitate-reblog-this-tumblr-rule

Self-Harm Resources:http://myresourcemasterlist.tumblr.com/selfharmhttp://self-care-club.tumblr.com/post/139740925552/giant-self-help-masterposthttp://chooserecovery.tumblr.com/post/64162912692/ultimate-self-injury-recovery-masterpost

Suicide-specific resources:https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/https://themighty.com/suicide-prevention-resources/(For ones that link outside of the US):https://sapphicscholarwrites.tumblr.com/post/164643935260/selfharm-surviver-holybadbitch98https://sapphicscholarwrites.tumblr.com/post/164329606770/uie-fuwaprince-us-helplines-depression

Chapter Text:

“Are you and Maggie doing anything for Christmas?” Kara asked, popping another handful of popcorn into her mouth as she nudged Alex, who had started to nod off during the last episode of The Walking Dead.

“Hmm?”

“Christmas—what are you doing?”

“Oh,” Alex sighed, pulling herself up and rubbing at her eyes. “I don’t know. I mean…I know Maggie used to celebrate it with her family, but obviously that hasn’t been the case in years.”

“Right, right.”

“And it’s not like she goes to church at all these days.”

“I mean…you’re not exactly religious, but we still do Hanukkah with Eliza.”

Alex shook her head. “It’s different, I think. I was never religious; it was always more about…I don’t know, being with family and having something in common. I thought mom might be disappointed in me for being gay, but I never thought her reasoning would be that God said it was bad or anything like that.”

“Right,” Kara conceded. “But it might still be nice to celebrate together—you know, build new traditions.”

“I kinda fucked up with that whole thing on Valentine’s Day,” Alex sighed. Sure, they’d talked eventually and found a way to celebrate, to reclaim memories that had hurt Maggie for so many years. But Alex didn’t want to try to surprise Maggie this time and risk dredging up buried trauma once more. “I don’t know. I’ll talk to her.”

Closing her eyes, Maggie blinked back hot tears that threatened to fall. She focused on her breathing: Breathe in—1, 2, 3, 4, 5—hold—1, 2, 3—exhale—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. She fumbled to take off her watch, finding her pulse and focusing on its too fast beat, waiting for it to slow in time with her deep breathing. She ignored the clock, ignored the reminders of how soon Alex would be home, how weak she would look sitting at the kitchen counter and crying over a piece of paper—a stupid Hallmark greeting card with some trite bullshit scrawled across it in fake cursive.

Of course, the card itself hadn’t set her off. It was the hand-written note inside. The sight of the same handwriting that had adorned the rare note in her lunchbox in kindergarten was what had left her eyes stinging, not the vague platitudes about having a very merry Christmas and an even happier New Year. As she read, she was overcome with surges of anger and sorrow and a guilt that she had never quite been able to shake, no matter how much “pride” she claimed.

She tried to seize on the anger—the rage and frustration that she’d used as motivation to succeed: to do well enough in school to get herself out of that small Nebraska town; to do well enough in college to keep her scholarship; to do well enough in the academy to guarantee her a job, even as a non-straight, non-white woman. And there was plenty of it. Anger at her father’s suggestion that her family had always been there for her, as though they hadn’t left her alone at her aunt’s house with barely enough clothing for the week. Rage at this idea that she had been the one to wrong the family simply by living her life honestly and authentically, that she had ruined something otherwise perfect by being herself. Frustration at the phrase, “your friend,” as though her father hadn’t stormed out of their bridal shower precisely because Alex was so much more than just a friend, as though he hadn’t forced her out of her home and family as a mere child because her feelings for Eliza exceeded the bounds of friendship.

But then there was the photo of all of the cousins and nieces and nephews she’d never met. There were sentences about just how much older everyone had gotten, the sickness and bad times they’d been through without her there, the deaths she’d never known about, let alone mourned. Because she’d already done that—mourning the loss of a family that still existed—but not for her. Not with her.

It still got to her, still struck her with a guilt that felt like it could wrench her open, could undo everything she’d worked for, could tear down every inch of progress and confidence and sense of self she’d fought to build for herself.

Maybe he was right. Maybe they were all right. Maybe she was selfish—selfish for putting herself and her desires above her family, the people who had raised her, who had sacrificed their lives to try to make hers better.

And there was another voice—much quieter, harder to hear, harder to believe—that seemed to call back, to tell her that she was worth it, that her life wasn’t worth sacrificing on the altar of bigoted beliefs, no matter who else worshiped there. She thought the voice sounded an awful lot like Alex’s, and its echoes, the voices of her new family: M’gann and J’onn and James and Kara and Eliza and Winn and everyone else who had come together to prove to her that she had people in her corner even when she felt most alone and least worthy of love.

But they were just that: voices. And in the face of the letter, its words right there, her fingers able to trace over them, feel the indents where her father had pressed down just a little harder, those marks and proof of a family that existed in reality—a family she could barely even think of as family anymore—those voices advocating for her faded to the background, drowned out in a chorus of self-loathing so overpowering she could barely manage to stagger toward the bed, her deep breathing long forgotten.

—

Alex found her there nearly an hour later. Her body was rigid, trembling every so often but otherwise catatonic. She looked as pale as Alex had ever seen her, and there were tear tracks streaked across her cheeks, her eyes puffy and rubbed raw from the harsh swipe of her shirt sleeves. Her fingers were clenched into fists, and her short nails were leaving deep moon-shaped imprints in her palms.

“Maggie!” Alex called out, rushing forward. She’d seen her like this once before—just once—and it had terrified her as much then as it did now. Remembering her DEO training, she forced herself to stay calm, to detach herself from the situation and let her medical instincts take over.

“Hey, Maggie, it’s me, Alex,” she said, her voice low and even as she knelt down on the ground next to her, pulling out the bottle of water she carried with her in her bag and putting it beside Maggie on the bedside table. “You okay if I sit here?”

Maggie managed to get herself to nod.

“Great. And if that changes, I can move, okay? I’m going to stay with you, but I can be a little farther away, or I can get closer if you want.” She paused to let Maggie process. “Do you think you can breathe with me?”

“It’s not helping,” Maggie forced out, her teeth chattering shut.

“Maybe if we do it together, it’ll help a little, okay?” Alex murmured. “Can I put a blanket on you?” Seeing the nod of assent, Alex pulled out the fluffiest blanket they had—the one with no tags, no rough patches or odd seams, the one that Maggie had wrapped around her after everything with her dad and Cadmus—and carefully draped it over Maggie, taking care not to tuck it under her, lest she feel trapped. Feeling how cold Maggie was to the touch, she slipped over to the edge of the room and turned up the thermostat before making her way back over to the bed.

She knelt next to Maggie, helping her to slow her breathing, holding her hand once she told her it was okay to touch, checking her pulse and smiling broadly as it came down to close to normal levels, telling Maggie just how proud she was when she was able to unclench her muscles and relax slightly into the mattress. Once the worst of it seemed to be over, she got Maggie to drink water and stretch out her stiff muscles.

“What do you say to a hot bath together? It’ll warm you up, and we can light the nice candles.”

“Even the cookie one?”

“Definitely the cookie one,” Alex agreed, smiling at the signs of Maggie returning. A few moments later, she came back into the bedroom, having lit the candles and begun filling the bath. “You good to walk?”

“Yeah,” Maggie nodded, standing up and rolling her neck to work out the cricks that had developed in it. She still let Alex take her by the hand and walk her to the bathroom, cracked a joke or two when Alex asked to help take off her clothes, grinned when Alex pulled out the extra fluffy towels they had picked up a few weekends ago and set them on the radiator to warm while they were in the bath.

For a while they relaxed in silence, Maggie sitting between Alex’s legs, her head resting on Alex’s shoulders while Alex ran her fingers through Maggie’s hair.

“My dad wrote,” Maggie said, her voice quiet.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“What? No, Maggie, never. You’re—god, you’re one of the best people I know.”

“That’s not true. You know Supergirl.”

“Yeah, well Supergirl never gives me the last slice of pizza, and you always offer to share.”

Maggie snorted, shaking her head against Alex’s shoulder. “That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean? Because honestly, Maggie, you are one of the most caring people I know. I—you’ve made me better. And not just by helping me to come out,” she clarified, anticipating Maggie’s objection that anyone could’ve done that with enough perseverance or bluntness. “You’ve made me rethink some of those things I assumed I knew. You helped me to see aliens who weren’t just like my sister as people who needed protection, not just prosecution or imprisonment. You showed me possibilities for a life I never thought I’d have.”

“But you didn’t say anything about my family. People have died, Alex—people I loved, people who loved me. They died, and I didn’t know.”

“There’s a difference between choosing not to know and never having been told.”

“Is there? Phones exist. Hell, mail exists. I never tried reaching out.”

“You did nothing wrong!” Alex tried to bite back her anger, knowing that wasn’t what Maggie needed. “Look, I get where you’re coming from. But self-preservation, knowing to take care of yourself—that matters too. You had no way of knowing how they would react if you tried to reach out. They had already hurt you, Maggie.”

“Still. They’re family.”

“And so am I, but if I hurt you—god, Maggie, if I hurt you that way, I wouldn’t want you to feel like you owed me anything. You don’t owe anyone your forgiveness.” Trying to find words, Alex let out a sigh of frustration. “You did try, Maggie. Think about it that way. You tried—you invited your dad to our bridal shower, in part because I wasn’t thinking quite clearly. I thought…I could only think in terms of my own relationship with my mother. And we went through some rough, rough periods, but it was different. I didn’t see that clearly then. But you gave him a chance he didn’t deserve—a chance you were good and pure and kind enough to give him—and he threw it away.”

“He came.”

“Yes, and he left.”

“I know,” Maggie huffed. “And I thought that would be it! And if it was…well, maybe this would all be easier, you know? God, I just—he said no! He doesn’t want me the way I am. So why won’t he stop acting like it’s my fault?”

“I don’t know,” Alex admitted, her voice barely a whisper as she wrapped her arms around Maggie. “I really don’t. And I don’t—I don’t have the perfect advice to offer. I’m happy to call him and yell at him, or get a restraining order, or burn the letter, or ignore it entirely and hold you, or kiss you until you can’t think about anything else. I mean, whatever you want, you know? I’m here for you, and I’ll support you no matter what you choose.”

“Even if I choose vegan ice cream and a whole night of Rizzoli and Isles?” Maggie teased, opting to ignore the tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

“Even both of those terrible choices.”

“You love Rizzles just as much as I do.”

“You’re a cop! How do you deal with all the procedural violations?”

“I watch for the hot ladies with delightful romantic chemistry on my screen and put up with the rest.”

“Yeah, yeah. They don’t even get to make out, though.”

“Neither do half of the actual gay couples on television!”

“Fine,” Alex whined, though she kissed Maggie’s cheek anyway, which led Maggie to turn around, finding Alex’s lips with her own and letting herself be held, letting herself be cared for.

Eventually they got out of the tub, the water having grown lukewarm. Wrapped up in a fuzzy towel, Maggie nudged Alex with her shoulder. “You think it’s okay that I don’t try to reach out to him for Christmas?”

“I think that’s your decision, and you are allowed to celebrate however you want.”

“I mean…I want to celebrate by going sledding and destroying you in a snowball fight.”

“Whatever you want within reason,” Alex clarified, laughing at Maggie’s pout. “And maybe, just maybe, we can think about traveling somewhere cold for a vacation. Don’t see why we’d want to, though,” she added, winking at her fiancée.

“So cheesy movies and as much junk food as Kara can bring over? And maybe when she leaves you and I can find our own way to celebrate…”

“I think that sounds perfect.”

[littlemissgeddie-blog]

// All the mun question you've yet to answer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You nerd. Well, this is going to be an extremely long post, so here comes the read more bar!

Warning! A few brutally honest and salty opinions lay beneath!

☯ Is there a muse you've always wanted to play?

Before choosing Gyro Zeppeli ( @spinningsteelballs​ ) I almost chose Jotaro. I’ve also wanted to play Hol Horse, but shortly after opening up that blog, I closed it. For reasons.

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

Well, Ulysses by James Joyce was what taught me how to write thoughts and how the human consciousness worked. So I guess he counts.

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

@dio-saurs​ for sure =3 but I think I have to credit @cidsin​ with all her blogs too, for RPing with me so much. So many threads provided me with a lot of chances to improve my writing, and I think it worked!

♥ What's your favorite ship with your muse?

I’m not gonna choose a favourite because I love them all. Jesse and Geddie is really sweet. Joshua and Geddie has many amusing moments. Grimory and Geddie are interesting in and of itself, given that Grimory is the incarnation of death. Kimuri and Geddie give me a lot to look forward to with the way things are going--I love their friendship, too. Takuma and Geddie have an interesting dynamic because their personalities are so different. Gyro and Geddie are both huge children and it’s hilarious :’) So yeah, I like them all.

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

Not really my thing x’D so I guess not.

♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

Maybe a fantasy-related AU. I know for a fact Geddie would be a bookish mage of sorts. It’d be fun.

♢ What's an AU that you think just won't work with your muse?

I don’t know. I created her to be flexible, so I can’t say I can think of an AU she won’t fit in?

♔ What's your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

I have never played one before. I can’t really say I’m big on teacher/student ships, but I wouldn’t put it past Geddie to crush on a teacher :’) I think a Teacher/Student verse where the teacher and student become best friends would be hilarious--like, imagining a serious, stick-up-the-butt teacher going to a fair with the student. And hilarity ensuing.

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

Not particularly. Unless I’m giving my permission, Magic Anons make me feel like people are controlling what happens to my muse without my permission, so it rubs me the wrong way.

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

Morning is good because I’m nice and refreshed, and I find I can focus better. I’m a little more distracted in the evenings, but I have still found that I’m decent at writing Geddie during evenings.

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

I want to do a medieval AU! Geddie for sure would be some woman married to or betrothed to a rich guy. I imagine her father, Louis, would be some sort of aristocrat or lord. Imagine the freaking out he’d do after finding out Geddie’s fallen in love with someone other than her betrothed :’)

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

Anything involving mages. Or the adventures of a dumb bunny mage. Maybe some sort of quest where Geddie is paired with another fantasy character, like a warrior or rogue, to complete a mission or go on some sort of journey.

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games?

Only to check out the sexy players. Other than that, Geddie’s not really into sports.

 Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

Nah. I wasn’t into sports at the time. I love NFL football now, though.

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

No, because smut makes me highly uncomfortable. Partly because of principle, but also since, to an extent, I guess I’m kinda sex repulsed--so it’s difficult for me to write. I will write make-outs, but anything much further than that, I’m done.

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

I can do angst. I think it gives a great chance to explore characters and their thoughts, feelings, and reactions to more negative situations. A good chance for development, so to speak.

☼ What's an FC that you're dying to use? Why?

I don’t really use FCs, so I can’t say.

☀ What's an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

Can’t really say, again. I don’t RP with people based on FCs--but rather the character my partner portrays.

☁ What's an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

Oikawa Tooru from Haikyuu. I hate his face.

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

If she’s not dancing outside in the rain, Geddie’s inside watching interesting shows and documentaries, or at someone’s house trying to talk them into playing Monopoly with her :^)

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

I drew the icons of her myself, so there’s no need for a FC.

☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

Uhh. Rohan. I’ve always wanted to write Geddie pestering him and I think the dynamic would be amazing. Gyro too, since I have a ship with him. -coughs- That doesn’t mean the moment I find a Gyro RP partner that I’m gonna force this ship on them, though. It’s fun to explore platonic sides of a relationship too.

☹ What's a character that you refuse to play with? Why?   

There are a few that I would rather not name. Let’s just chalk it up to past horrific experiences with certain people and their OCs that have permanently ruined said OCs for me, as well as my chances of RPing with those people.

☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?

Repeated godmodding. If I tell you once not to control how my muse thinks and feels, and my partner keeps doing it, I’m going to drop the thread.

♨ What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?

Hol Horse for sure. He was up and running for about a week and a half, but I lost muse for him. There were a few other petty reasons I deleted the blog too, but they’re kind of embarrassing and, again, petty to admit to.

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

Reblog karma is dumb. Who doesn’t want their RP partners to interact with them? Everyone does, of course! I don’t think you should feel obligated or be forced to send a meme to someone you follow. HOWEVER, I think you should at least send something every now and then to show that you are interested in following the person and interested in an interaction. I’ve seen people who will block others over reblog karma, and I think doing so is profoundly petty.

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

Rose from Tales of Vesperia! I cosplayed her back in July for Metrocon, so that’s the main reason why she’s my faceclaim :)

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What's one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

Geddie is a ho for music, so of course it inspires her. Instead of giving you one song though, I’m giving you Geddie’s entire fanmix. You can find it here: (x)

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not? 

Nah, formatting is a pointless headache to me. All I care is that you type the words and you send me the words. Formatted posts with random words bolded, italicized, and pointlessly underlined are a pain in the ass to read.

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

On Skype, I guess. but Tumblr is my most preferred platform.

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

I’ve been in infatuation before :^) but not in love. I’m not dating anyone right now and I’m not in love at the moment, but I do platonically love all my friends very much!

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

Yes. An abusive ex-friend and I used to have a ship together. Once I woke up and realized my friendship with the person was abusive, I couldn’t look at the ship the same way anymore. In fact, I dislike it now. The fact that the abusive ex-friend’s OC was a self-insert doesn’t help.

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

Even though I don’t use her anymore, my One Piece OC Panama was my favourite muse to ever play. She was a secret agent/spy of sorts for the Heart Pirates in canon. Her thoughts and actions were always a blast to write.

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

I once had a muse who was mute. I wouldn't say she was the worst to play, but rather the most difficult since she couldn’t talk.

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

@spears-specials, @eyesofcuriosity / @wanderingoutlaw, @grimory-reaper, @tenebrisxarmatus, and probably @dio-saurs. Oh, and of course, @thetraitordemon!

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

Yeah I do. It’s @deeyahs, and it’s a side blog to this one. I mainly post my art farts there, but sometimes I also post things I like and I reblog art tutorials. Everyone’s free to follow it.

@dio-saurs

[acethena-discourse]

@grungedyke Tumblr own’t let me reblogged, and i’m not sure if its being dumb or you blocked

Thanks for showing up dumbass. Your presence and your type of thinking in that server is like a tumor, do you realize that? You’re a spineless liar if you think a member saying they were leaving is “strongarming” someone, and those mods are truly either desperate or foolish to keep you in there. No wonder people are uncomfortable with the environment in there – you and other active users have a habit of distorting any disagreement into violent persecution while pretending everything on your side is completely “valid” and brave.

I’m allowed to stay because i don’t break rules. Even now, this isn’t breaking rules. I rarely interact with minors in the server unless they directly talk to me first. But please go off about how I’m terrible for thinking that demanding a mod force someone to stop unhealthy coping, and cropping that out is bad.

My claim that rules are more heavily enforced is directly addressing the fact that i have gotten in trouble for things i legit forget. Ie. THe server does not allow the word b*tch. So often i’ll type “bitching about’ and get a warning from dyno. Thats p fucking strict. I’ve also phrased things v poorly, and been told to either delete the message or clarification, I often opt to EDIT THE INFORMATION because I know exclus will screenshot the bad one, and not the new one. But okay.

Recently a rule has been implimented for triggers, telling us that server anouncemnts will be modifed with new triggers/squick as they appear. Now if you have issues with these instances of rules, please go take that up with the mods.

Now, as for your screenshot, yes, I did tell them to archive it, and how I’ve both handled people baying for blood over the art of 2 ocs in a server in the past. I locked the channel, put an NSFW ban in place, and then *archived them* something I’m surprised you are more grateful for. Considering not only would archiving the channel would keep the good advice (ie yes use lube, do not use soap like in fanfic etc.) along with the bad that yall screenshotted before.

You may pretend to be nice, but that typical tendersoft nerd innocent-white-person shit does not stop you from being predatory.

There is no pretending. I genuinely believe it or not, believe in being nice to just about everyone I come across. That includes you, or a stranger on the bus or even someone walking by my house in a fucking ski mask. Being polite, and kind is just something I believe in. Until you give me beyond a reasonable doubt, I don’t even owe you basic compassion, then you’re gonna get it. Yes, that includes for big mistakes like not having age roles when you were finding your feet in discord moderation. That includes, people like you, who are trying to accuse me of “preserving gross content” when the reality is archiving a chat is a neutral suggestion because it favors no one. But i see, clearly i should go around kicking random babies and yelling don’t touch me. Because clearly if i’m not openly 100% mean to everyone, i must have some ulterior motive for my kindness right?

Can you name a single change to the rules aside from this recent “keep all the messages and let the adults keep reading them” shite?

See the above. In the past when users got banned all their messages would be deleted. They started keeping this for context. Then there's last year where someone decided to doxx a bunch of discords and said “Btw I did this bc uwuw you don’t edit screenshots” it took two weeks to give or take for mods to come to a verdict on what to do. So they made the rule that screenshots may not have their og username in them. Based on this, alone, i suspect the nsfw channels and sex ed might not be reopened for a similar period of time until the mods make new rules and clarify old ones.

It’s irrelevant and maybe even suspicious for you to bring up the wrongdoings of people who are completely unrelated to this situation. You’re already deflecting onto other people, offering no evidence of the “context,” and bitching on behalf of the mods. If you were in any way committed to safety or improving the situation, you wouldn’t be bringing up random people and downplaying things you obviously witnessed.

“offering no evidence of the context” for someone in the server you would know a handful of things about me 1) mobile tumblr is hell and i attach information from pc once I can. 2) I was out of town for someone so eager to screenshot me funny how you were so eager to forget that information.

So heres screenshot 1

Funfact i did not, and still don’t know what agere is. Now i will say my stance on cgl is that its not for me. I don’t like it, i don’t want to hear about it. But as long as both participates are 18, i also don’t need to know about it. Now if a minor was in chat, said “i participate in cgl with my partner” i would full stop be like what the fuck. And would leave if the mods decided to condone it, but that isn’t what happened. But you can see the mods do point out that if an unhealthy relationship or it was discussed at all outside of nsfw- channels they would be warned, banned, or reported.

Then there is the obvious mention that age regression isn’t a consenting adult, yeah. Ya dang right it not motherfucker. But let's talk about the word AGERE in relation to this. I’ve never once heard that there is a special word for nonsexual coping mechanism. So like damn, I’ll just add that into my vocabulary.

But I didn’t know that word exists, me saying “non sexual cgl” or “coping cgl” is literally me acknowledging that I find that eh but ultimately okay between consenting adults who are not aged regressing vs sexual cgl.

screen shot 2

In this a user tries to suggest the mods have a moral obligation to inform someone its “unhealthy” when mods point out that no they do not, but nor do they allow users to go off telling everyone “Oh cgl is a great coping mechinism you should do it to.”

Which is important. Because again, I hate cgl, but I also am of the mind that, i can’t stop it. I outright can’t, so no i’m not gonna get involved in someones personal road to recovery and be like “you’re disgusting”. I can however tell them to keep it away from me, and not to discuss it in channels minors can see. (a policy that has been in place for a while now.)

screenshot 3

More of the mods not condoning it, and stating p clearly that policies have changed since 2017/early 2018. I’ve been in the server since july 2018ish. And things have been nearly constantly evolving.

screenshot 4

Mods again emphasizing that you can find the policy changes since the messages have changed. Because that is important. They confined this to other channels. Why they didn’t delete the information in sexed, i can’t actually say one way or another. They might have kept it because they believe in mistakes of that caliber being left alone. But you also have no evidence for why they kept the og messages.

But the reason, i consider what herpcourse did lying by omission, is herpcourse led you to believe the above screenshots were out in the open. The ones i just posted happened in some random channel. They did not, they happened in an age locked channel. That only adults are in. And mods are under no obligation to 1) be your personal therapist, 2) nor are they obligated to go “uwu reminder cgl in all situations no matter what is disgusting you dirties” because doing so is preformative. One of the mods is squicked by it just like me. But please go off about how admitting past mistakes happened, refusing to performatively disown something, and refusing to tell anyone who mentions it in the age locked channels is actually gross and unhealthy when you know nothing about them is bad.

I did not, in fact, witness anything in sexed, because I don’t go there. I only witnessed the stuff that followed herpcourse callout, which means the above messages. I have sexed muted.

I also didn’t bring up random people I brought up a known predator who is on youtube, actually sends salacious photos to minors, and is p safe to say fucking gross, my point was there are actual sharks in the water, please stop focusing on the tuna. Because you can surprise, call out both behaviors. But i’ve yet to see an exclus call out someone like pkrussel, instead choosing to focus on people who might have a seemingly large following in one community. Me pointing out sharks in the beach and asking you to stop focusing on tuna, is not telling you to ignore the tuna.

I’m only as committed to this situation as anyone can be, which isn’t v much considering I’ve yet to witness someone grooming a minor in gen chat. Or witnessed them grooming minors at all. The only skin i have in this game is the following: Minors still being allowed access to decent sex-ed resources and being allowed to ask questions. And 2) my own personal discomfort with all cgl. My hope is that rules do become more clear, maybe only discussion of sex ed by users to be direct questions only. Meaning a minor can come in ask a direct question and receive a direct answer. Which while not ideal sex ed, is sitll better than what i got, what you probably got, and what they’re likely getting (if getting any at all)

The mods are not level-headed and not passive when they actually care and think they have control. They’re cowardly, that’s the difference. They literally got more mad over someone making fun of one of their icons and a minor saying genuine trauma with the q slur is possible.

I don’t expect them to be 100% level headed. I’d honestly be kinda upset if they didn’t display emotions when shit like this happens. But please give me a source on the icon thing (which btw, no you shouldn’t make fun of people, period) and for the minor saying ‘queer can have trauma’ bc I do think it can. But if you join fya, you can’t request it be tagged as qlur. Because there is a lot o discussion not only of queer as a personal identity but also queer as a history. Which means groups like queer nation, or shows today like queer eye. And just like I hope if I’m discussing the motorcycle gang made up of lesbians called dykes on bikes and their history, you’d not want me to censor, or remove their history and accomplishments by calling them “d-slur on bikes uwu” you don’t expect me to censor the discussion above. But to my knowledge, the denial is not “queer isn’t used as a slur” its “queer as an identity deserves respect, and to insist its evil is to take the word our oppressors used and give it back to them.”

Also what’s with you specifically and always bringing up “afab” as a gotcha descriptor in arguments? What are you trying to say?

Bc lets be real, when you talk about ddlg, you’re talking about an afab person dressing up as a child and calling her partner daddy while he fucks her most times. Didn’t know to point out the difference between that and agere was in fact a “gotcha” based purely on the agab of the person. But okay.

You need to leave and delete your five blogs from anywhere you can speak to minors like yesterday.

Okay, what are the five blogs? Bc I’m only aware of...literally none that interact with minors in conscious effort.

I highly doubt there’s any reason for them to have changed, considering the execrable atmosphere in that server, so here’s a screenshot of one mod (toytulini) going Karen mode along with a bunch of other 20+ year olds while the minor they were targeting tried to defuse the situation as mentioned above.

What is the context? Bc i legit don't’ see any. I see them arguing, btu about what, I don’t know, if i  was involved myself, I do not remember. So again, not much of a smoking gun. It looks like they were trying to get someone to actually *understand* what was being said, but that wasn’t appearing to happen. But again, missing context such as what the argument was about, why that started, so on so forth. also if the person was told not to argue there, yeah, they should have moved it. as per server rules, there are channels to argue in, that wasn’t one. So no matter the context, if they were breaking rules, and did not move when requested, yes, they should be given a ban based on whatever the conversation topic was.

Now, i’ve provided evidence. I’m gonna go to bed, please feel free to dm me here if you need me to clarify anything or want to throw out accusations about how being kind must be predatory af since i’m barely an adult and adults lose compassion after becoming 18.

[waywardnerd67]

Last Part of Me: Chap. 2 - Call to Battle

Summary: Castiel comes to the Bunker calling (Y/N) and Zeniel back to Heaven because of a powerful being escaping Heaven’s prison. The shock of who the he and what he wants forces a call to battle for all angels with (Y/N) as their leader. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Reader, Zeniel (OFC) Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1546 A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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“(Y/N), we must find him. He is a danger to this world.” Castiel said sounding fearful.

She felt Dean’s arm snake around her waist pulling her into his side, “I think you need to start from the beginning Cas before anyone goes anywhere.” He said pointing to the empty seat next to Zeniel.

They all sat down staring at Castiel, “After (Y/N) was born, Michael wanted to have a son to take his place. Abner was born to another woman who was a fanatic. She brought him up in a religious cult that warped his mind so when he discovered he had powers he became destructive.”

(Y/N)’s mind was reeling, “What happened?” Castiel face grew grim.

“He began ridding the world of all unworthy people. We caught him before he could catch any attention from humans. Once we had him up in Heaven he tried to convince other angels to join his cause. He is a master manipulator and started a major movement in Heaven. I along with a few hundred angels were able to put Abner and his followers into Heaven’s jail.” Castiel explained his voice full of regret.

(Y/N) got up pacing at the end of the table, “Are there any others?” she asked. Castiel was looking anywhere but at her until she slammed her fist down on the wooden table. “Are. There. Any others?” She stared down into his deep blue eyes.

“We don’t know, possibly. Michael went out on his own and there was no way to keep track of him. There could be more of his offspring out there, but you and Abner were special.” Castiel looked incredibly guilty as he spoke.

(Y/N) sighed heavily before placing her hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay Cas. There was nothing you could do about this.” She said trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

“(Y/N), we must stop him. You are powerful, but Abner is much more powerful and dangerous.” She nodded taking her seat next to Dean again.

She looked over to Dean who laced his fingers with hers squeezing her hand. Dean looked up to Castiel, “What’s the plan?” He asked.

Dean and (Y/N) were in her room as she packed a few things to take back with her to Heaven. Her stomach was in knots as the taunting task of leading an army of angels against her half-brother that she only found out about just now. Dean got up from his spot on her bed and slipped his strong arms around her waist.

(Y/N) rested her head against his shoulder as he pressed his lips just below her ear, “Everything is going to be okay. Sam and I will be right by your side the whole time.”

She sighed turning in his arms and placing her arms around his neck. “I know… I’m anxious about leading an army of angels against someone I don’t know and is my half-brother.” She explained as he nodded.

“A wise man once told me that family don’t end in blood. It also doesn’t start there either. He will end the world and I know if anyone can stop him it will be you.” Dean smiled down at her before leaning down to kiss her.

They walked out of her room hand in hand into the library where Zeniel was hugging Sam goodbye. (Y/N) had never seen Zeniel emotional before but she had tears trailing down her cheeks. Zeniel and (Y/N) looked over to Castiel who was waiting by the stairs of the Bunker.

“We need to leave.” He said as the girls hugged the brothers one last time.

Dean kissed (Y/N) holding her tightly against him, “I will see you soon.” He whispered against her lips.

She nodded afraid if she spoke the emotions she was holding back would come flowing out. Looking up into his olive eyes she saw he was holding back all his feelings as well. She walked over to Zeniel and Castiel following them up the stairs.

(Y/N) leaned over the railing, “Hey Dean,” she said as he looked up at her, “I love you.”

She took a mental snapshot of his breathtaking smile and committed to memory. “I love you too.” He said as she turned to walk out the Bunker door.

Stepping through Heaven’s door was surreal for (Y/N) and Zeniel. Angels were running around frantically yelling out orders and drawing up battle plans. Every angel she saw looked as scared as she felt. She walked into the conference room where a couple of angels laid out maps.

“Abner and his followers are gathering near Lawrence, Kansas.” Zeniel said as Castiel and (Y/N) looked up at one another.

“Stull Cemetery.” Castiel said as she nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, (Y/N)’s head started pounding as a deep raspy voice filled her ears. “I will be waiting for you where our father perished.”

When she opened her eyes, she stared up at Castiel and Zeniel blinking slowly. Zeniel helped her up off the couch that was in the conference room. “What happened?” she asked as (Y/N) rubbed her forehead where there was still a dull ache.

“You didn’t hear him?” She asked as Zeniel and Castiel shook their heads. “I heard Abner in my head as if he was using Angel Radio. Cas, how is it that I could only hear him?”

Castiel stood up walking towards the conference room door, “I do not know, but I will find out. Why don’t you both go to your rooms for now and I will come talk to you in a little bit (Y/N).”

The girls nodded following him out and turning down the opposite way in the hallway. As (Y/N) entered her old room her chest tightened wishing she was back on Earth in the Bunker with Dean. She opened her duffle taking the few items of clothing she brought and found a little surprise from him.

She pulled out her favorite of his flannels that had a note sticking out of the front pocket. Opening it she smiled seeing his uniquely beautiful handwriting. (Y/N) sat down on her bed holding the shirt close to her and began reading his note.

“Hey Beautiful, I know it is really sappy to sneak something into your bag with a love note, but what can I say? You bring out that side of me. I just wanted you to have something of mine in case you missed me and as a reminder that I am always with you. We will defeat the bad guy and you will be back in the Bunker before you know it. You’re the strongest woman/angel I know. I may not have faith in God or Heaven, but I do have faith in you, (Y/N). I love you so much. See you soon, Beautiful. Love, Dean.”

(Y/N) wiped away a few stray tears off her cheeks and folded his note back up. He always knew exactly what to say to her to make her feel better. She slipped the flannel shirt on and say in her bed grabbing Michael’s journal and reading it once again. Looking for any kind of clue of what Abner might be like.

She looked up when there was a knock on her door, “Come in.” she said placing the journal down on her bed.

Castiel walked in looking extremely tired, “Good evening (Y/N).” he tired sounding a little peppier, but she saw right through him.

“After all this time Cas you should know not to try and sugarcoat things for me. Just tell me what is going on.” Castiel sat down next to her on the bed a small smile on his lips.

“I think your greatest power is seeing through to people’s true intentions. I talked to a few experts on Angel Radio and they think Abner is speaking to you on a different frequency. That is probably why your head hurt and you passed out. What did he say to you?” She looked over to Castiel biting her lip.

“He wants to meet me in an abandoned warehouse just outside of Lawrence. I think it would be best if you and Zeniel along with a few others went there to see exactly how many followers of his are there. I will stay behind in Heaven to make sure he does not try to over throw us here.” She looked straight into his eyes as he gave a short nod.

Castiel stood up walking towards the door, “I think that is an excellent plan. I will come check in on you tomorrow before we leave.”

(Y/N) nodded saying goodnight as Castiel shut her door. Guilt flooded her body for lying to him, but she needed to speak to Abner on her own. There still could be a chance that he could be saved and do good in this world.

She waited until she could no longer hear anyone milling around in the hallways before she made her way to door number forty-two. Double checking her bag and weapons hidden under her clothing she stepped through the doorway landing in the familiar sandbox.

Looking around she did not see the guard on duty anywhere. (Y/N) started walking to the nearest bus station when suddenly everything when black and she was being lifted up into the air.

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