#AND SHE DESERVES SM MORE RECOGNITION THAN SHE GETS

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello! 👋 I love your work, especially your Pietro Maximoff stuff. He deserves more recognition and writers like you do an amazing job providing it. If you’re doing requests, what would you think of Pietro x Stark!daughter in AOU; enemies to lovers HCs or one shot? They meet when HYDRA is infiltrated & struggle w/ their growing attraction to each other. Maybe she takes a bullet for Pietro in Sokovia and he stays by her side as she recovers. It’s up to you. Take care!

hii!! thank you sm :(( I did hcs, hope that’s okay, im having writers block, and anything other than hcs breaks my brain. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

ACROSS ENEMY LINE (headcanons)

pietro maximoff x stark!daughter reader. 667

— I think tony and the rest of the team would be apprehensive about you going out into the field - wanting you to wait in the quinjet while they did their thing (the opening of AOU) 

— but while you're in the jet, you can see the people on the radar thing (im talking out my ass, but basically seeing wanda and pietro) so you're able to see them before the team - so you try using comms to give them a heads up, but the signal is lost

— so you'd do as you were instructed NOT TO DO - leave the jet. you make your way towards clint first, and then that's when you see pietro (he knocked you over as well as clint) so he's talking down to you too - he makes a quick snarky comment. maybe he says, "you didn't see that coming," to you instead (ik sorry canon) 

— im gonna say it and I hate it bc it makes me cringe, but maybe time stands still (guess that works for pietro bc he moves so fast he can slow down a singular moment???) anyway, you'd both be looking at each other (obviously communicating with eyes) until he speeds away, maybe nat tries to blast him, so she can help clint

— then all the usual movie plot happens. you regroup, offering to help - but tony kinda shuns you for not doing as asked

— then more movie stuff happens until you meet pietro again when they try to stop vision being born ?? (haven't watched it in a little while, but I think that's when they're all together next) maybe you exchange a few questioning glances, bc you're both once again on opposite sides

— while everyone is trying to stop each other - he and you do the same. he's focused on stopping you, like you him, but bc of his speed, he practically runs circles around you. then he repeats the comment to you again. or maybe he's keeping you occupied so you don't get hurt by being caught up in the middle

— vision is born and that's when you all truce - trying to find a way to stop ultron

— on the quinjet, you and pietro are seated next to each other, and it's kinda icy (maybe you're butt hurt about him beating you twice) he tries to call it even saying, "you know, we're on the same side now. you have to like me,"

— maybe you make a "mhm," sound - unamused. but he tries again, saying his name and extending a hand, "sorry for earlier... when I beat you... twice," but he's joking and laughing, not actually serious about a truce (your loss kinda thing)

— you don't talk for the rest of journey to sokovia

— rest of the movie stuff happens (but instead of ulton with the flying gun thing, one of the bots is after pietro who is protecting clint and that kid)

— you get shot in the shoulder when you basically become a shield (instead of pietro - sorry I had to say it)

— pietro helps you to the helicarrier - wanting you to get medical attention. he's all panicked, in shock of what just happened. he'd curse you out saying that was stupid and you shouldn't have done that but he's glad you're not dead

— he won't leave your side when you get stitched up, offering to hold your hand if it hurts. he'd have sympathy pains and would be encouraging (bc you literally just saved his life) !! after you're sorted he'd ask why you did it, maybe you say "you didn't see it coming," haha get it? bc it's switched over? he laughs, and it silently creates a truce between you. then you say the actual reason, something about not leaving someone behind, or it's what your dad would do

— maybe you're about to have a little moment, but you both brush it off - wanting to save it for when the adrenaline wears off 

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

[bearw-me]

Hey there, Could you maybe Write a fic of Lute with a sinner reader who is actually really good at fighting her, but eventually gets killed by her during an extermination while the reader is protecting a friend. Only Lute starts really missing the reader afterwards, but what Lute doesn't realize is that the reader's actions caused them to get redeemed and she bumps into them in heaven. Thanks in advance!

sorry it took so long anon! you don't know how many times i rewrote this until i was satisfied! REALLY hope this lives up to the request lol

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞

𐐒 includes : lute x redeemed!reader (enemies to ?), roommate mentioned 𐐒 cw : mentions of death/killing/blood, readers a major badass, mentions of reader trying to behead lute, there's fluff i swear 𐐒 summary : she hates you. she hates you. . . and yet, exterminations just don't feel the same without you anymore. 𐐒 word count : 986 𐐒 note : love this dynamic sm!

She hated you, with every fiber of her holy being, she hated you.

Every extermination was the same.

The portal to hell opened like a volcano, spewing up steam from hell's fire and the smell of brimstone. Lute cast her spear down, signaling for the exterminators to begin their descent on the red sky.

Like many times before, hell watched in horror as the horizon spilled forth thousands of dark angels, slaughtering bloody paths through the city.

Lute stared into the abyss, the lovely screams of sinners like music to her ears. She sighed, a soft, sinister smile crawling across her lips.

Her foot stepped into the empty air of hell, free falling over Pentagram City.

Like the other times, she did her duties as the lieutenant of heaven's army. Running her path like a woman possessed. Duty and adrenaline coursing through her wings.

And just like all those times before, you laid between her path.

"I'll kill you," You warned with a huff, the sword in your hand trembling, but never falling. "Don't come any closer!"

Lute looked you up and down this time, drinking in your appearance.

Not much to look at, at first. Not much muscle on your arms, trembling legs. . . a dark glint in your eye. The same one all sinners possessed.

You were in hell for a reason, and Lute would make you pay for it.

She pointed her mighty spear at you with one arm, the holy weapon nearly crossing the distance between your two bodies. "This is what you deserve scum," she hissed.

You shook, like you were afraid in her presence, but never looked away. . . never stepped back.

She liked it.

Or at least, it was admirable. . . for a sniveling sinner.

"You're not getting away this time," Lute promised, dropping her spear to her side and standing square with you, her wings unravelling from her back, fluttering and hissing like the mighty angel she promised she was.

That's when recognition hit you "Your... You're that angel." Then a soft, uncharacteristic smile appeared on your face "Was last time not enough of a fight for you!"

Lute fist tightened into a white-knuckle grip around her spear, her other hand absentmindedly shooting up to her neck.

You could see it written all over her face: the fear of being beheaded this time by your blade.

With no warning, she burst straight-forward, spear pointed at your chest in fury.

With every hit, every punch and broken knuckle, you kept standing. Not relenting to her power in the slightest, but pushing her back. The fight like an intricate dance between enemies bent on destruction.

Lute screamed, wielding her spear high above her head and bringing it down onto you, your sword blocking the blow.

The angel used her wings to push down harder against you, the wind of her might kicking up dust and feathers in attempts to crush more than just your body.

You didn't even have the power to make a sound, holding the blade up with trembling arms.

The scream Lute heard wasn't yours.

Someone called your name, a loud sob "Please don't die!" they begged you.

You shoved Lute off your sword, the force enough to send her flying back with a snap, spear clattering against the asphalt. Before you could run to your roommate, you swung at Lute.

All she could hear was ringing, her head spinning violently as she willed herself to open her eyes.

Lute blinked blearily, realizing with horror that her mask had cracked in half, the vision on her left eye plain and exposed to the horrors of hell. With wide eyes she rose uneasily to her feet like a zombie.

"You," she mumbled, "YOU!"

You turned just in time to bring your sword up in defense, Lute once again raising her spear above her halo.

You didn't even know angels could fly with a broken wing.

As if time stopped, Lute's attacked shifted to the trembling girl behind you, your best friend who craved escape. . . you're best friend who deserved safety.

Four months after the extermination, Lute found herself prepping the raid on hell with less enthusiasm than before.

Adam's shoulder punches of excitement bordered on annoying now.

And the Seraphim's wishes seemed pointless.

More like the order's that they were than a fun task to undertake herself. The days just seemed to blend into the next. No excitement, no real challenge.

Was that what you were to her?

She sighed.

All the millennia that had passed. . . she had never felt so- so empty, so void?

Was that the right word? She thought to herself uneasily, moping in her thoughts as she walked the promenade.

All she knew was that it happened the extermination she had finally prevailed over you.

And she didn't even know what your name was. . .

That was a weird thing to think wasn't it?

The thought made her heart feel heavy. It wasn't guilt. No. . . it was.

Without looking where she was going-or you for that matter, the two of you collided, the force sending you backward.

Before you could fall, Lute caught your wrist, steadying you.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologized quickly, a blush creeping its way across the bridge of your nose.

Lute could only stare, mouth parted in awe.

"I wasn't watching where I was going! I'm sorry, I'm not used to this place. . . uh the promenade I mean." You explained messily, trying to cover up your mistakes as you fumbled over your words.

Lute's wings jumped from her back in surprise, only to recoil from the shooting pain her broken wing caused.

And recognition hit you both like a truck.

Lute's eye, unmasked that night, paired with the broken wing.

And you were the same, besides the fact that you traded your horns for a bright golden halo.

[surielstea]

Fanfic writer tagging game!

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing

It’s really not complex, I usually start writing the requests the next day after I receive them, and then I reply to the request and let the anon know whether I’ll be writing it or not (90% of the time I am). Then I write a really rough draft, read through it twice, then post either right then and there or schedule it :)

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

A mix of both? If it’s a long fic I’m a plotter through and through, but if it’s just a little drabble I write specifically on vibes lmao.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Okay—DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME, but I have an Eris playlist (literally just Hozier, Noah Kahan, and Jeff Buckley) that I listen to when writing for him—but other than that, I’m normal and I listen to r&b or indie stuff!

What’s your drink of choice (while writing)?

Water. I genuinely think water is the best drink and I will die on this hill, nothing compares to an ice cold glass of water in the middle of the night (or any other time).

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

Okay this was hard because I love (most) of my fics, they’re like all my children. But, I’d say Gifts and Debts is definitely up there, I had fun toying with the formatting and I ended up loving the way it turned out! But I’ve written what feels like hundreds of Az fics, so to switch it up I’d say my current favorite is Shun the Light, it was just so entertaining to write for Helion’s character and a close mutual of mine requested it so it was awesome being able to bounce ideas off each other since she’s sooo smart :)

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

Anything in Eris week!! I adored writing for every prompt but it didn’t get as much recognition as I hoped for which is okay! But my favorite from the week was probably day seven if you want to check a specific one out :)

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Write anything and everything that gives you an idea down before you forget!!! You see a cute guy at a coffee shop and get an idea for a coffee au? WRITE IT DOWN. I have an entire notes folder full of random ideas that have turned into full fics.

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

Second person pov. It’s the most basic requirement in (x reader) fanfic writing and some part of me just doesn’t have the motor skills to do it, like at all. I’ve tried and I end up reverting back to first person every time 😭😭

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

Rhysand!! Rhys is rarely requested but I love toying with his character, while he’s the most known acotar male he’s also one of the most complex. There’s so much to explore within his character and I love writing for him! Especially a young Rhys, I really want to write a blood rite fic just haven’t gotten around to doing it. One of my favorite Rhys fics can be accessed here -> link.

Thank you sm for the tag @prythianpages I love doing these!!

No pressure tags: @dee-writes-smut and @lexluvswriting 💙💙

[cammyluvss]

my rating of k-12 movie for the first time watching it

10/10 THIS IS MY FAVORITE MOVIE.

k12 describes the struggles of fitting in with societal norms and growing up not to mention that the movie was literally written by mel herself. ,the music is absolutely amazing. i could legit watch this movie over and over again and never get tired of it. k12 is a movie that is entertaining and thought provoking and its a film that is deserving of recognition because it is one of the best movies ever made, if not the best.

K12 has so many things that make it a rly wonderful and memorable film:3 first and foremost is its use of music. the music in this is not only catchy and memorable, but it also helps to advance the plot and understand the meaning and the struggles of school and growing up as a female in this society. the songs have deeper meanings that reflect the things that crybaby is going through. additionally the music in k12 is also visually stunning. with many of the songs having gorgeous visuals that let me tell you they made my jaw drop.

how she used dance and art in k12 is also important to the films success.. k12 features a shit ton of dance sequences that not only show crybabys incredible dancing but also visually represent her emotions!! The use of art in k12 is honestly eqally impressive, with many of the movies scene incorporating cool visual effects that are sure to take peoples breath away because it surely did to mine. the combination of music dance and art makes k12 a visually stunning film that is surely one of the best movies and definitely my favorite movie. is deserved so much more attention and recognition bro.

K12 also adresed many important and relevant issues that relate to the school experienc e such as gender and social expectations. crybaby struggles with these issues throughout the film and the film ultimately is her finding confidence to be herself and to not conform to the excpectatians. th is message is not only important but it is also sure to resonate with ppl who may have struggled with similar issues!!:)

In conclusion k12 is a film that is not only entertaining, but also has a rly deep meaning and its use of music, dance and art really contributes to this movie. i loved it sm and these songs were a little too relatable lol. i absolutely would watch this over any movie ever. i struggled with having a bad body image growing up and still do. i feel like i weigh much less than i should, and that i need to gain weight or that im too tall and too skinny. i have really been hating how i look recently and putting myself down for it. and truthfully, this movie made me feel atleast a bit better about it. thank you melanie. :3

[wheeboo]

for 1k since i just answered this question NOW U HAVE TO ANSWER IT 🫵

who's ur favorite actor/actress (if its a tie then list all of them) AND WHY THEYRE UR FAVOURITE + WHAT DRAMAS YOUVE SEEN FROM THEM

join the celebration!

zanna this is an absolute torture of a question to ask me WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ME. ok yk i literally cannot pick one so i'll just put my top 7. this is in no particular order!!

han sohee

other than this woman being so damn fine SHES SO FREAKIN TALENTED in all the dramas i've watched with her so far!! her performance in my name was absolutely spectacular which easily rose her up to one of my top actresses and i just love her calming yet also dgaf personality too!! and again,, she's too fine for this world

dramas i've watched with her in: my name, nevertheless, soundtrack #1

rowoon

um excuse me why is he so attractive in this pic i swear rowoon deserves a lot more recognition and roles as an actor!! i fell in love with him thru watching the king's affection which was like the first historical kdrama i've ever watched and he just,, took my breath away he was so silly and HANDSOME and CUTE!! then i watched extraordinary you and tomorrow for him and i just love the versatility in his roles!! i hope he gets more soon

kdramas i've watched him in: the king's affection, extraordinary you, tomorrow

lee dongwook

when i'm telling you this man can act... him in strangers from hell? i was squealing from how good he looked but also screeching by how CREEPY HE WAS. GOD I LOVED IT I ATE THAT DRAMA UP SO MUCH. he needs to play more villain/psycho roles because omg he completely fits it perfectly

dramas i've watched him in: strangers from hell, bad and crazy, goblin

park jihoon

just wanna thank u zanna for introducing me to this man he has actually a gift from god. like his acting in weak hero class 1? IMPECCABLE. him being the absolute cutest cinnamon roll in at a distance spring is green? HAD ME BLUSHING GIGGLING N KICKING MY FEET. he has so much potential in him and i cannot wait for what future dramas he'll be in cuz he deserves more roles!! ALSO EVERYONE LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC PLS ITS AMAZING

dramas i've watched him in: weak hero class 1, at a distance spring is green

lee jongsuk

i've seen like 3 of his dramas and enjoyed every single one of them!! big mouth had me crying and screeching, w two worlds had me amazed the entire time it was such a creative concept, and the hymn of death was absolutely heartbreaking despite being so short like 3 eps long. a talented king fr

dramas i've watched him in: big mouth, w two worlds, hymn of death

park eunbin

i have sm respect for her as an actress shes just THAT GOOD like not joking at all. watching extraordinary attorney woo had me falling for her HARD that i ended up watching another 2 of her dramas

dramas i've watched her in: extraordinary attorney woo, the king's affection, do you like brahms, hello my twenties

jo byeonggyu

the uncanny counter is all the convincing i needed to know how much i'm in love with him

dramas i've watched him in: the uncanny counter, sky castle

honourable mentions: sejeong, seo yeji, IU, ahn hyoseop, nam joohyuk, kim soohyun, park boyoung, lee jaewook, song hyekyo, lee soohyuk

[jennibeultimate]

My, very late & unprompted, opinion on Varfolomeev’s case: she’s not the most artistic gymnast in history, but neither Aghamirova, Dragan, Lytra, Santos, Mizuno, Ikromova, Cocsanova, any Ukrainian that’s not Onopriienko, Soldatova and even Kolosov is not in the “usual” sense…people even praised the twins that shall not be named and Kramarenko for their routines! The russia-belarus ban made fans from other ex soviet countries and italy act like russians, thinking they would have won everything and not even thinking that other countries grew in the meanwhile. I actually enjoy Darja’s gymnastics, i love her ball routine sm, and she does everything asked by the code + very high d scores, so acting like she won by bribery or luck when she has said things and crazy consistency is arishadina’s level of pettinesses. Also she’s not even 17 and works very hard to get the scores she gets, she doesn’t deserves the hate and i’ll defend her to the end of time.

Thank you for your opinion!

I think it's completely fine to not think of her as artistic, but to call her scores sh*t for it when there is so much more to a score than a subjective "she's not artistic" is just proving that they don't know what they are talking about. Darja may not be my favorite in this regard either (I enjoy her routines though) but it's still just an opinion. Ppl should accept that her gymnastics is of the highest level. Ppl also act if her wins were a given, when in reality many more gymnasts had a chance to win - I would even say the outcome of the events was one of the most exciting worlds ever as a medal could have been about anyone's in the final - in the end Darja won all 5 titles but it could have turned out differently.

In the end ppl are just petty that their favorite didn't win and they have to tell their disapproval to the whole world because they like others to care about their opinion...

Darja deserves all the best in the world. Darja is a sweet girl and works very hard. I saw couple of interviews in German with her and she is adorable. Btw actually her German is pretty good for living here for just 4 years. And she was very proud of singing the German anthem (a thing most Germans can't even do bc no one actually care s learning it including me), which I also found extremely endearing. Ppl don't realize how little known rg is in Germany and how being an athlete in Germany is not all that easy because education comes first and financially it's nothing you can make a living out, so bribery is something quite laughable bc no one in Germany does actually care if Darja wins medals or not. There wasn't even primetime news reporting on her wins (they however do report about everything related to soccer 😑) , it's sadly just a sidenote on some internet sources. I hope she gets more recognition now that she won all 5 🥇 medals!

Darja deserves her success and I wish her all the best in the world. Any kind of hate towards her is uncalled for and I will also defend her against it.

Ppl will always have favorites and that's fine, anyone can say their opinion, but manners are important and no athlete deserves hate for doing their job, which is doing rhythmic gymnastics on the carpet.

[scngbard]

Ranting mode has been activated and I'm back for more; cUZ GOD, RAINE GENUINELY DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE TREATMENT THEY GET FROM THE FANDOM.

I love their ship with Eda, okay? I am absolutely WEAK for it, but it still infuriates me that THEY'RE PRACTICALLY TREATED AS THOUGH THEY ONLY EXIST FOR THE SHIP. Do you have any idea how HARD it is to find art of them that isn't ship art??? Going into the Raine Whispers tag rn and you'll find 90% of it to be ship art. Of course there are still things that show them as an individual, BUT ITS ALL BURIED UNDER ALL THE RAEDA THINGS. LIKE--

I love Eda. I adore her sm, and I know she was doing her best with what she had available to her at the time. But LITERALLY, Eda came into it all at the very last minute. She provided a way for them to pull off a HIGHLY risky plan, BUT RAINE HAD BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR YEARS. THEY HAD SET EVERYTHING UP THAT EVEN ALLOWED THIS PLAN OF THEIRS TO BE POSSIBLY FEASIBLE. AND THEY NEVER SEEM TO GET THE CREDIT OR RECOGNITION IN THE FANDOM THAT THEY DESERVE. This witch has been through all manners of a living hell, had been through so many forms of trauma and people just???? Brush that shit off to the side like it was nothing?????? and I hate it sm.

It's one of the main reasons why, even if it might seem like a lot compared to others, I will ALWAYS bring awareness to the things they struggle with post-finale. They weren't left unscathed, they weren't magically made better because they reached their goal. Even if they strive for a more hopeful future, they still struggle with the things they HAD gone through. Whether it's things that affected them mentally or physically. I refuse to allow any of that to just be swept under the rug and essentially disregard the fucked up shit they had been put through.

[woozi]

beloved yza 🤍 how do you like the cb?

AL OMG???????? HIIIII THIS IS SUCH A NICE SURPRISE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

this might be long and rambly as shit but since u asked 😋 i really am SAURRRRR excited!!! i really have forgotten what svt cbs were like bc i got so incredibly busy but im SOOO so glad i'm here for it again <33 i haven't participated in anything else like i used to before (i.e: watching all the interviews, keeping up w/ all the appearances n shit 😭), so i haven't seen anything else aside from the mv & medley/did anything aside from listening to the whole EP. HOWEVER!! i can definitely say it well exceeded my expectations! for me svt comebacks just kept getting bigger and better since attacca, and honestly the pre-cb hype and General Good Vibes we were getting from that era just kept getting carried over their more recent releases! i'm glad there's that kind of energy (on my end at least) with their cbs!! and honestly, i'm so so happy to see them getting the recognition their unceasing hard work deserves. they're not a loud group, if that makes sense (like, when u ask ppl outside of korea abt kpop groups they most likely would not mention svt off the bat), but they really are so stable and they're only consistently getting bigger not only because of all the work, but also because of how well they just treat carats as well. it really does feel like we're a team to a certain extent 🥹

honestly my only gripe this time is abt the faded mono life concept bc idk... i feel like the company concept has been used and reused to death (and we've already seen so many similar concepts from the boys), but i also acknowledge that they're trying to fit it all into the fml overarching theme (and the title alone is v smart!!), but i really wish we had a ver with the traditional fits 😔 ALSO ICB I'VE MANIFESTED THIS i literally have been mentioning how i wanted crazy concept photos like the a.c.e hanbok ones to my irl carat friends and seeing it come to fruition makes me feel successful LMFAOO

there r so many things i'm glad abt w this comeback, esp chorus center dino <33 so deserved if i might say so heheheh. (im just going to ignore woozi btw) but i also fear i have cemented my dolly traits 😭 the mv for super was also such a nice surprise to me (but i also feel slightly bamboozled bc, again, this was so diff from the concept photo teasers just like attacca era as well lmfao). AND SPEAKING OF THE MV AND THE SONG ITSELF, I REALLY LIKE HOW SVT SUPER IS??? ik people say svt isn't sticking to their distinct sound anymore, but from the concept (that really speaks a lot about woozi, and which is also giving me a sense of shared childhood bc i also grew up watching dbz lmfao), THE LYRICS, and just the performance aspect of it all... it's so svt to me <333 i fr luv my team and luv my crew. ALSO LOVE THE REFERENCES THEYVE PLANTED IN THERE, everything's really well thought of. the composition of the song itself too is so fresh to me, i love how they structured the song and the way there r sm variations!! the double title track was also a smart choice it JUST makes so much sense

tracklist wise, i'm generally pleased with all of them tbh <33 also liking FML (the title track) a lot more than i expected!!! i was expecting to like it the least ngl, but not bc she's a shite track but the Sound we got from the medley just wasn't what i usually gravitate to. i expected it to be 'FML 👹' and not 'fml 😔' based on what theyve been saying tbh NDNJDJD i also fucking LOOOVE fire so much, as a noise enjoyer she's my top song rn <33 i really appreciate how they gave us a more varied sound this time around (while still being cohesive), and i really think they were able to highlight each unit's strengths so well. ALSO OBSESSED W THE PERF U SONG <333 they really never fucking miss!!! that being said though i hope we get more crazy subunits in the future (i.e: a diff mix of members) <33

i feel like i still have sm to say but i've forgotten them all bc i'm so excited LMFAOO BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME WHAT ABOUT UUU <33 HOW HAVE U BEEN WHAT R UR THOUGHTS ON THE CB HOW R WE FEELING ABT SHORT HAIRED WONU AND HOCHI EYELINER 👁️

[yourlocalmikankinnie]

3rd ask of ur day!! you deserve alot more asks i literally love ur writing mwah amazing 100% gonna be asking for u more, mm how bout sdr2 boys with their copy s/o like their s/o is just like them

Aww! Thank you so much! I didn't do Hajime because his ass doesn't have a talent and Kazuichi because I got lazy Lmao 💀

Characters: Ultimate imposter, Teruteru, Gundham, Nekomaru, Nagito, and Fuyuhiko

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Ultimate imposter:

He was surprised to say the least when you introduced yourself as the ultimate imposter (because he was also that) but knew he had to keep up his persona and said your talent was dumb 🤧🤧

"y-your the Ultimate imposter? That's a useless talent. Go away as I have important stuff to look into."

After a while of getting to talk to each other after getting out of the program you learned he was also the ultimate imposter and y'all's relationship bloomed after that. 🥺😋

Teruteru:

He gets exited that someone is able to help him cook 🥺 (not gonna make this anything other than wholesome since I'm a minor and asexual lol) and couldn't wait to make breakfast for everyone with you helping him. Sometimes he gets more credit but he always makes sure to scold them and get the recognition you deserve.

"Oh? Ultimate cook? Well it just so happens I'm that too 👨‍🍳 do you wanna make some cookies my momma taught me to make 😏"

Gundham:

"Oh? Who dares to challenge me!? oh- your the Ultimate breeder to? I suppose where pm the same level. Very well then! What is your familiar? 😈"

After a while you both hung out with Sonia as she absolutely loved you guys. And y'all's familiars would play with each other. The devas loved you and it 🥺 you asked him if he can do your hair like his and now it's a funny haha between you both.

Nekomaru :

He was super vocal about his excitement twords your ultimate. Knowing that you both have different methods, you both train Akane and she loves you both sm. After Nekomaru got hit my monokuma's and was sent to the hospital, you both made sure he was happy and comfortable even though it was booming like he normally was. And in the fun house it was you who comforted Akane. After the simulation you both became closer until his time was up.

"HAHAHAHAHA! THATS THE SPIRIT. CHEER UP SUNSHINE! I KNOW MY HEART IS FAILING BUT I STILL HAVE PASSION AND I AIN'T LEAVING TILL I CAN'T GO ON ANYMORE! OH- GOTTA SHIT. ILL BE BACK!" "I- okay then 💀 love you"

Nagito:

Makes old man sounds when you tell him 💀.

"What?? Omegosh omegosh fr? Your the Ultimate lucky student as well?!👴🥺"

He fawns all over you and always complements you over everyone else. It's gotten to the point Hiyoko had to bonk him in the head.

"Ahh! I'm so lucky to be graced by you!! 😩🥺👴"

Fuyuhiko:

He had shocked eyes knowing that your Yakuza too. He knows your capable of protecting yourself so he isn't all that worried but still has a little bit of worry in him out of love 🥺. Peko finds it her duty to make sure your safe.

"hey shithead. What do you mean we have the same fucking talent?!. Heh,, maybe your not as much as a bastard dumbass as I thought.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Hey!!! I'm so glad you liked the blurb night idea :) 💞 Can I request a blurb with Peter bumping into the reader while she's kinda lost at times square and he's dressed as spiderman so he tries to flirt with you, but it makes you laugh instead?

I loved the idea hun, thankyou sm for helping me with this idea xxx

“You’re a guy?”

Pairing | Peter Parker x reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | mentions of crime, brief mention of death and drugs, mention of sex

2K blurb masterlist

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

“And there was this girl. She was really pretty, but-“ May quirked her head at her nephew, hardly understanding his blabber as he sped through his words like he was racing verbally against a cheetah, though, she was manage to uncover that particular sentence.

“Whoa, slow down kiddo.” His aunt laughed lightly, bracing her shoulders on his arms as he caught his overexcited breath. “How about you start from the beginning, and take a breath?” May had much practice with calming the boy down, she sincerely remembered how that night his parents had dropped him off, how worried he had been for them not to return. And they didn’t.

Peter bobbed his head in a eager nod, doing as he was recommended by his legal guardian, puffing the air in through his cheeks, as he inhaled and exhaled normally through his nose.“I was out patrolling the city, checking out for any bad guys, and then, I saw her...” her, the girl that had captured his attention, and distracted him from his friendly neighbourhood duties. She was much like a magnet, pulling his north face into her axis spinning world, distracting him from the things that he was actually meant to be ensuring did not happen on his watch.

“Weren’t you supposed to be patrolling?” The elder of the two quirked a brow, earning a splutter of a response from the teenager under her roof. She wasn’t a strict guardian concerning his heroic antics, though, she made sure to keep him on track for his own sake. Peter had quite the tendency to become overrun with stress from the amounts of responsibilities that he took on, and him being only young did not help the situation.

“I’m getting to that!” He was fast to defend himself, huffing his chest in as he prepared to tell May his story, from the beginning. It was quite the tale, he’d say, combined with the embarrassment of his own presence entangled in the random and friendly interaction that he had felt promiscuously lulled to create.

Queens, it was new to you. There were so many streets, filled to the brim with people that seemed to know where they were going. Unlike them, you didn’t, in fact, you’d go as far to admit that you were lost. Lost in a place that was known for the chaos that wrapped it off with a tarnished bow, and made the collateral practically fashion within its various newspapers that rounded every corner to divulge their companies’ obscure theories.

A panicked look struck your eyes, as you turned, shaking your head and pressing through the mass of citizens and finding an empty lot, scrolling through your phone, diverting your attention quickly towards google maps. It was the only thing that you could think of, it’d be a shame if you were to disturb one of the many passersby from their clearly packed schedule; you did not need that, nor berating them on your conscience.

“You lost or something?” A voice asked, making your shoulders jump as a figure, twisted in the colours red and blue, with a seam of black fell from the roofs above. Your heart rate imploded, more so when you realised who the mask wearing vigilante was. The wearer, although unknown, was infamous for the successions of saving lives that they had participated in, including defending the galaxy against outside threats.

It was Spiderman, the neighbourhood dubbed avenger, that tried their utmost to return stolen or lost bikes to their rightful owners, and protected banks from armed and overnight robberies. There was known to be something different about this particular hero, they were young and clearly had time to improve their skill set, for they were quite the clutz, and spoke significantly more to those he faced off against than what was necessary.

But this one hero, stood out amongst the rest. Not only was their suit designed by Stark technology, as you had written about in a work article, but it was far more concealing, and not to mention restricting, for the person beneath the red concoction to wear. Yes, you were in town for a new job, specifically to delve into the details that regards the world of heroes, and exploit all possible angles to how they deserved as much recognition for their stunts, as the president received for his noble speeches.

“I-“ you paused, think back over what you were preparing to say. It was without a doubt, that you had not expected the vigilante to appear in your spectacle gaze the first time that you stepped foot on the premises that he roamed, and protected. But here the spider enthusiast was, leaping down to stand beside you, burdening you with more knowledge that you could use, such as the person beneath was not as tall as you had expected, and there was definitely no way you could see their true eyes through the shallow white cases that covered them.

That was something you could write about, and make various descriptive theories about. ‘Seeing in white vision, sparked by the purity that glazed their unknown signature irises, Spider-Man halts all with the sparing of their true self. They may have reasons for shielding their eyes, much like Daredevil, not needing to see when they are overcome with various other senses that convulse their body into attentiveness,” -no, that sounded absolutely terrible.

And not to mention, if you spread that horrid writing about, Murdoc would be ashamed of ever deciding to get your aid in uncovering the route of the villainous underworld, that had take over Hell’s Kitchen and turned it into their own ring for drugs and more. The battle of New York had many repercussions, that being one, another influencing you into the career choice of being said reporter that you now proclaimed yourself as.

“Yeah, I am.” You responded with the company of a smile, and Peter swore he could feel his heart convulse beneath his suit. It’s pace was vaguely rapid, disheartening him from thinking of any more to say, he was practically speechless. “I’m looking for New York Times, you ever heard of it?” Yes, he most definitely had, it was the average run of the mill newspaper company, though, he did not know that you intended to change that into something much more.

“Funnily enough I have.” He scratched the back of his head, his arm subconsciously flexing as he did so, feeling like he had failed as your eyes remained focused on the wideness of his suit’s intense eyes. “It’s about three blocks from here, I could take you there if you want, I have nothing more to do.” From his proclamation you quirked a brow, crossing your arms amusedly.

“Don’t you have a city to watch over?” You asked, watching as Spider-Man’s false eyes widened, and he visibly panicked, realising that you had been right. “I’ll find my way, I’ve been to New York, many a time, Queens is bound to be a piece of cake. Also, a map is always handy.” A shrug rippled off your shoulders, Peter watching and walking closer as he thought of something more to add to the initial acquainting conversation.

“I’m Spider-Man.” Inwardly, and beneath his mask, Peter cringed noting how his voice rose, and it could be perceived as boasting. That though was definitely not his intent in the slightest, but he worried of how it may have come across to you. He wasn’t sure how you may have read it as, but a swarm of relief filled his lungs as he watched the corner of your eyes crinkle up, humoured by the tone of his that had significantly heightened. “Im a guy by the way.”

He felt the need to state that, especially considering people’s perceptions in the past. But instantly after saying it, he was regretful, through, he had to admit, he enjoyed listening to you laugh, it was like a melody that he wanted to listen to until the end of time. “You’re a guy?” You released a dramatic gasp, aiding your phoney response. “Yeah, no. I completely thought that you were a girl.” Sarcasm, he had well gotten used to frequency of it thanks to Mr Stark, who... well, he wasn’t around any more.

“You’re funny.” He smiled, shaking his head whence he realised that you could not see his hidden expression. “I don’t know, maybe, would you like to go to coffee with me, if you have time before you have to get to the news place? I mean, I don’t drink that much coffee, I get told that if I have too much caffeine that I get a little hyper, but I mean, I’m trying to ask you out and I have a really bad track record of-“

“Sure.” You spoke, ignoring the map that had finally loaded onto the screen of your phone. It was to your luck that you weren’t required to make your presence known at the business until tomorrow, and there was always time to kill, so you thought screw it, and decided to find it so that you didn’t get lost the approaching day. “Are you going to be wearing that, or you know, take it off?” You pointed at him, making peter surprised.

“It’s not that kind of date.” He quickly responded. “I meant just for a drink, not to hook up in the back of an a- oh, you meant the suit, didn’t you.” With a roll of your eyes, you nodded, pursing your lips together, as Peter felt the rain of relief once more. “Oh, that’s good, not that I wouldn’t want to, you’re gorgeous, that just wasn’t my intent and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Basically.” You wrinkled your nose, with a laugh, the way you scrunched it up was adorable to Peter. “So I’ll meet you here in two hours, I’ll let you finish up your duties, and change into something that doesn’t make you look you’re wearing a thong, because I can tell you from experience that those things are not comfortable. That good for you Spidey?”

“That works.” He spoke, trying his best to contain his overflowing excitement, biting his lip to do so. “That definitely works.”

“Hi.” The familiar voice of Spider-Man spoke, and you turned around, watching as a young man, not much different in age from yourself rounded the corner. He was clothed in a blue and white chequered flannel, and grey jeans, and you had to say, that whilst the amazing Spider-Man was quite the sight, this was something else.

“Oh, I was waiting for a girl actually.” You informed him, clearly messing with him, as you walked closer, a stretching smile pinning up the corners of your lips. “But I guess you’ll do webslinger.” He could feel his heart racing, but he walked closer, watching as you eyed him, a stranger met with the sight of a vigilante unmasked. “Where to, red and blue?”

“There’s this really good place on main, they sell the best sandwiches. And trust me, once you buy from there, you won’t stop...” the two of you began to walk away together, and towards Peter’s secret destination, where the two of you learnt the others real name.

[mymomisaprodigy]

The greatest work of my mom representing the Slavic culture

Hello guys! Today I would like you to see a truly gorgeous piece of art made by my talented mom. It is her greatest work which demanded an enormous amount of time and effort. I can't say for how long she was knitting it, but I bet you it was more than long.

Just look at it:

Look carefully. And keep in mind that it was knitten from scratch.

Take a closer look and realize how cool my mom is.

The pattern is the same on the other side. Do you know what kind of pattern is used?

Actually, it is a key element of the traditional Slavic art. The style is called khokhloma (hohloma), or khokhlomskaya rospis.

Khokhloma is a Russian wood painting handicraft style and national ornament, known for its curved and vivid mostly flower, berry and leaf patterns (Wikipedia).

(The last picture is also from Wikipedia)

It says that khokhloma is a Russian style but, you know, I believe it's present in cultures of other Slavic nations as well. At least, it should've been shared at some point. After all, borshch originates from Ukraine, for example, but it is considered a Russian/Slavic dish.

I can talk about my mom's works and their meanings for eternity, but let me just say that she's tough, really tough.

The size of this masterpiece is 230*200 sm, it suits well for a king size bed. You can use it as a blanket or hang it on a wall - as you wish, in any case you won't regret getting it.

It costs $900, as this exact design is unique and there's no other blanket like this in the whole world. I'm not kidding.

If you are interested, please DM me so we can disscuss everything. Transportation fees and other stuff are included in the price, I'll deal with it myself. In case if you have to pay for getting a package in your country, I'll change the sum or give you back a needed amount (depending on a situation). I want to make everything as transparent as possible, so I can make a video with the blanket, and I can also make a packing video and a video at a post office.

Thank you so much for reading all that. I'm a newbie at Internet marketing but I really want to help my mom get the recognition she deserves. Reblog will be really appreciated. Thank you again and have a nice day!

[ilhoonftw]

I think it's hard to stan btob and not feel superior about it... it amuses/frustrates me to no end to see people squabbling over idols' lipsynced backtracked heavily mr-ed vocals when, like... btob is right there. them and their piles of raw singing in beatcoms, musicals, radio and random interviews n shit, not only music shows (since people will argue those are pitch corrected and edited, ok sure). but btob is hardly ever part of the convo, lol.

and can I rant about how it's somehow a thing to say that technically good vocals are "boring"??? apparently only mediocre breathy singers have "unique vocal colors" smh, way to discredit those who've worked hard at their craft?? the mental gymnastics to argue that certain idols aren't bad vocalists, damn. sorry, I have nowhere else to vent, vocals x kpop is such a loaded topic for me and you just get it lmao

EXACTLY

there's this weird stigma around pointing out 'hey this stage isn't live'. i have perfume concert dvds, they lipsynch 90% of the material due to the style of music, but i don't mind bc their lives are visual shows. if idol lipsynchs, i expect them to put their whole pussy into choreo. at least! but how many idols think looking 😑 on stage makes them look full of charisma 🤔 even when the concept isn't dark or girl crush or bad guy, that's all you get sometimes. it's wild how 1st gen stages were often lipsynched but tide turned with 2nd and early 3rd, mics were On. but now it's back to square zero... idk if it's the fault of people being ready to scrutinize idols who are off-key or choreos getting heavier and heavier... maybe it's the ghost vocals? when i said i want retro concepts, i didn't mean That.....

btob are all what people seem to want... then why they never get the recognition they deserve... that's weird, that's suspicious. changsub did that big musical last year, last empress, with a director that doesn't praise anyone but... not only she casted subie but also praised him. may sound funny but it made me proud of that funky little gremlin. seeing him grow from making raps about pimples to full-fledged Singer... yea

yea... there's always this debate, how good vocalists with supposedly boring tone are less than medicore singers that sound ~unique~. but those unique singers usually strain their voices in order to sound like that.. 2 more years and their throat will give up. i prefer stable vocalists like jinho or eunkwang. it feels like you are swimming in a calm sea, warm blanket all that, pen that writes smoothly. some singers make me feel like i'm trapped in a whirlpool, fighting to breaths and for my life lmao. or singers who have really good technique are less enjoyable than emotional type of singers?? you can have both, sohyang being a good example. immortal song is full of stages where people licherally strain their own voices to win that one stupid prize... kbs edits sound but even then you can still hear the cracks and poorly sustained notes. how many understated stages, barren of high notes didn't win because for some reason people just don't impressed by low notes... what about them, what about baritones... there instances where high notes in songs make sense both stylistically and lyrically (ptg's basquiat) but more often than not, they are just embellishments ... sm used to put random high note highlight in every damn song... and still makes their idols lipsynch lmao

[camileeon]

heyy! i was wondering if your matchups were still open? if they aren’t feel free to just ignore this its alright ^w^

May I please have a platonic match up? I am minor, she/her pronouns, and im not really comfortable with saying my name, but I guess you can just call me Sweetie :D

I honestly have no idea how to introduce myself on here so i’ll just say that my MBTI personality is ENFJ, zodiac is Capricorn, and my harry potter house is Hufflepuff. I love singing, making music and just helping others in general. I’m the mom friend of the group. I enjoy reading books, analyzing characters and just reading/watching/listening to stories unfold.

aaaa i hope this wasnt too much huhu thankyou i hope u have a good day 💖

YOUR ENCANTO MATCHUP IS..

LUISA MADRIGAL!

° YOU BOTH ARE DEFINITELY THE MOM FRIENDS, always prepared with the necessities and is always there for eachother

° I see Luisa also being a book worm, she'd be into mythology cannon wise because of the hercules and cerberus line from her song. She doesn't talk about it much but would babble so much about it once she gets to know a fellow book reader too 🥺

° Both of your energies just click together in my head, Always there for the people you care about even if it's difficult, you still find a way to make sure everyone's okay and i appreciate that from people like you 💗

° YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE RECOGNITION AND APPRECIATION AND GOOD THING IM HERE FOR IT ‼️‼️

° I find you bringing out the best in Luisa as she is an ISFJ according to an article, always reassuring that she's more than enough :((

(a/n) HI IM SO SORRY THE RESPONSES HAS BEEN A LITTLE SHORT, IVE BEEN OCCUPIED FOR THE WHOLE DAY ILL MAKE IT UP TO YALL TOMORROW I SWEAR 💗💗 ANYWAYS I LOVED THIS MATCHUP SM ‼️

@sweettooth-simps

[harrystylesficrecs]

Bye for now

Hi everyone honestly this blog just doesn’t idek like bring me happiness anymore??? like being on tumblr just doesn’t make me happy anymore. But I want to say thank you to all the amazing writers who are way too talented I’m honestly jealous. I’ve left my following tab on public so you can see all the writers I follow and each of them are amazing but I did want to take the time to mention my favorite writers that I follow on here. My blog will be here for the meantime idk if I’ll ever delete it and I also don’t know if I’ll ever come back to it but who knows. But I did think y’all deserved an explanation as to why I won’t be on here. Now here are my favorite authors in literally no particular order:

@alexandragramz she’s honestly one of the first fic writers I ever followed and all her writing is great I can never say enough good things.

@atlafan it’s the way I would constantly reread her writing everytime she put one out until she posted a new one.

@all-my-love-for-harry my shy little boy is one of the cutest series if not the cutest I’ve ever read on here truly 1000/10.

@heyyyharry I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again My Girl Trilogy is my favorite fic I’ve read on here without a doubt it deserves all the recognition and more.

@and-im-okay-with-it I literally reread all the ceo!harry/famous reader imagines like 50 times

@majorharry boxer harry....do I need to say anything more? but really all her writing please check it out.

@c-h-e-r-r-y-y SWEET AS HONEY!!!! SWEET AS HONEY!!!! SWEET AS HONEY!!!!!!!!

@harryforvogue there is not one thing on her masterlist I dislike.

@bopbopstyles for her like just a couple of weeks ago but wow I am just amazed at all her writing and how much I love it

@jarofstyles same as above just found them a couple weeks ago and I don’t think they get enough love for their writing so please check them out

@harrywritingsbyme if you are looking for smut look no further but also all her writing is great too!! check her out!!

@gucciharrywritings she’s taking a break soon but that shouldn’t stop you guys from readinf all her amazing writings and sending her nothing but love <3

@hestylesno she took a break from writing but I think she might be back now but even if she’s not still check out all her writing it’s so amazing and also sending her nothing but love <3

@bfharry honestly the sweetest and her imagine ‘Three’ is too adorable

@hes-writer it’s the way she’s the queen of angst for me I love it she’s on a temporary hiatus but if you see her pinned post you can request to read some of her writing but she also has some up sending her nothing but love <3

@tokyoharry honestly her writing just hits different like I love it sm

I honestly just want to include everyone on this list that I follow but I know this would be even way longer than it already is.

All of you who write fics are so talented, wonderful and literally the best just for being able to give people an escape from the world. I hope all of you achieve such amazing things in life beyond tumblr you all deserve everything good. Thank your favorite writers on here!!! Reblog their posts!!! Like their posts!!! Follow them!!!! Maybe one day I’ll come back but if not bye thank you all for following me!! 🤍🤍🤍

(I’ll be active for a day or two after this post goes up to see if I can answer some of the last asks in my inbox but no promises I just have little motivation to)

[retromotherfuckers]

Six Years (Part 3)

Pairing:

Past/Eventual Bellamy Blake x Fem!Kane!Reader, Platonic!Octavia Blake

Summary:

Octavia knew who she was now, but you couldn’t figure out what the hell you’d become.

Warning: 

so much mf angst, themes of addiction and depression, self-destructive behavior and a tiny bit of comfort in there

Word Count:

2k (i got a little ~carried away~ lol)

A/N:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. i wasn’t happy with the og thing i had down so i literally just rewrote the whole thing in a few hours and it’s sm better than it would’ve been. me holding off posting this did wonders and i’m more confident in it too even tho i kinda think i suck at writing but also kinda don’t idk my self esteem varies wildly

Merry Christmas Eve Eve to those who celebrate ❤️

the gif (and all the other ones) are not mine and i take no credit for them

if you want to be tagged in any of my works, send me a message or an ask and i’ll add you :)

@shipshipshipau

The girl with aqua eyes - although now they were more of a spotted gray - had only seen one moment of weakness from you. It would be the last time Octavia had seen you, and you, her. 

“We’re surviving!” She had started shouting, as if she believed that set in a lower tone, her words would be construed as lies. “The human race is surviving! That’s what matters!”

“He wouldn’t be okay with this, and you know it!” Your voice broke involuntarily as it rose to match hers. You shook your head as you tried to desperately stop the ache in your chest as you brought her - probably dead - brother up. Tears clung to your eyelashes, waiting for you to blink so they had permission to fall. Your throat had been closed for a while now, and the rest was merely a weak cry. “If this is the price that we have to pay...maybe we shouldn’t be.”

You’d never know if it was the crack in your demeanor or your choice of words, but either way, her eyes softened when you spoke.

“Look at me.” You did as told and she gripped the back of your neck in one hand, pulling your forehead so close it almost came into contact with hers.

The air changed as Octavia came alive under the monster she wore for armor. Her mask coming off allowed you to let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You would begin to regret not smashing the helmet to bits while it was off and vulnerable.

“You have to stop listening to them,” She said. “It’ll tear you apart. It’s better they get to live to hate us than die slowly and love us-”

“They don’t deserve this either, O-”

“We bare it, so they don’t have to. You’re the one that told me that. You can’t back out on me, now. I can’t do this without you.”

For so long you were okay with her needing you to do the dirty work. Besides the first time - when you did it together - she’d give the sentence and you’d see it through. Every single time, it felt like it was killing you more than them, but that didn’t matter, did it? If you weren’t going to do it, who would?

It was the last thing Octavia had asked of you and you had no intention of letting her down.

Bellamy didn’t know what he would see when they finally dropped him down into the bunker, but it definitely wasn’t that. Surrounded by more death than he was prepared for, he couldn’t help himself to not move his gaze around the arena. The fences between him and the living reminded him of the cages the Mountain Men held him in. The walls were stained deep with crimson, leaving the dull concrete behind it unrecognizable. He looked to the blonde at his side, and they asked each other the same silent question:

What the hell happened down here?

His whiskey shaded orbs kept moving, albeit reluctantly. They stopped on Marcus Kane, who looked so much older than last time. His hair and beard were inches longer and grayer than the natural brown he used to have. He was so pale, it was unnerving - almost as if he was close to death. They connected eyes briefly and that’s when the younger saw the deadly weapon held to his neck by the hands of-

No.

Your back was facing him, but it didn’t matter how long it had been, he’d never miss you. The locks that adorned your head were longer too, almost to your waist. The natural shade was faded though, like you had aged twenty years instead of six. He watched your shoulders heave and your hands start to shake as Kane talked to you.

He couldn’t pull his eyes from the impure red that dyed your skin and clothes.

While you were distracted, he chose to act, protecting Marcus from his own flesh and blood. He didn’t miss the gears in your head turning as your gaze landed on him. He saw your eyes sink into a trance of recognition and a deep sort of longing overtook your senses. The melancholic need you had tried to numb for half a decade came back in full force and held no mercy.

You remembered how he always smelled of the forest after the sky wept. You remembered how sure but gentle his touch was on your skin. You remembered how his remarkably soft lips would feel when they pushed against yours as they begged for more at every turn. You remembered how it felt to be wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart thump as he assured you everything would be alright, even if he didn’t think it would be.

Was that gone forever, now, too?

Bellamy noticed something else, though; something he didn’t recognize. Something he’d never seen before.

Something that scared him.

It had been hours since and neither of you had bothered to find the other. Getting everyone out was a great distraction for him. Talking to his little sister, whose eyes seemed to hold the same thing yours did, was another.  She had explained to him and Clarke that Wonkru had deemed her Bloodreina and you, Ripa. So, no, nothing as special as death from above or the red queen or the commander of death, but death, nonetheless.

People have done well not to forget that.

When Clarke told him you still hadn’t come out and no one had seen you, however, he didn’t have a choice anymore.

The halls were those of nightmares, spirits lurking around every corner and it was cold and empty. He knew the lights were kept low to save power but it felt almost purposeful, like they were meant to scare you. To tell you not to act out or some kind of monster would jump from the shadows and make you pay.

But he didn’t know if it was you or his sister.

A chill slithered up his spine.

If someone told him this wasn’t real, he’d do anything he could to believe them. He wished that he was seconds away from being shaken awake by Raven or Monty, and they would tell him it was just another nightmare. He wished he was still on the Ring, praying ignorantly to anyone that would listen that his family on earth were still okay. 

Breaking him from his thoughts, a yellow lamplight caught his attention. At the end of the windowless corridor, it shone out of a slightly ajar door. Using every ounce of strength he possessed to not walk away, he pushed it open. It cried at the motion, diminishing any and all remnants of silence that swallowed the floor.

His eyes found you catching yourself from falling caused by a failed attempt at standing. A half empty bottle of whatever works in one hand, the other one holding you up against the bed frame. The high-pitched creak pulled your attention to the front of the room with a furrowed brow and he allowed himself to take in your appearance.

A wrinkled, cotton shirt sat on your chest and it was a different one than before; faded white and thin, yet cleaner than the other one which was colored with blood. Your hair was damp - the result of taking a shower - but lazily tied back in a half-assed effort to get it out of your face.

You stared at each other for a minute. A million things were hitting your slow-moving thoughts at once, too much for you to even try to comprehend. He finally took one step towards you, parting his lips to say something but no sound came out. He was stumped, hundreds of words flooded his mind but not a single one sounded good enough.

Nothing he could say would make what happened in the arena okay.

It was unbearably painful. There he was, finally right in front of you, and you had no idea what to talk about. No idea what to start with, end with, bring up, discuss, laugh about, cry about, scream about. Nothing was good enough to say to the man that kept you alive for such a long time, such a long time ago. 

Too long ago.

You inevitably broke the silence, though your words came out cracked and in a slur. A defensive and humorless scoff left your lips, an effort to cover up the discomfort. Or it was because you were too drunk to shut yourself up. “You gonna say somethin’?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

You didn’t know why, but you hoped he’d sound different. It was childish and irrational, but you hoped that you could say you both changed too much and he would have nothing to hold against you.

Because no matter how far away it seemed, sometimes you could still remember what it felt like to be that innocent seventeen-year-old that hadn’t lived yet; what it felt like to be that girl who still couldn’t stand her father. To be that girl who sprained her ankle within ten minutes of being on earth for the first time. To be that girl who hadn’t made a friend aside from Clarke and Wells in her whole life. That girl who had just kissed a boy for the first time.

The girl who was loved and not lost yet.

“Well, that makes two of us.”

Where the hell did she go?

That made the room spin, and you had to blink a few times to make it stop, taking a seat on the thin mattress. You took a drink, making the liquid slosh from the base to the neck of the bottle and back again. When it settled, you rested your head between your shoulders as you heard him say your name. It bounced off the walls in the room, hitting each one again, and again, and again like it was a bullet waiting to find its target. You had wanted the word to fall from his lips for so long that you’d forgotten what it sounded like. You had forgotten what he sounded like, and you fucking hated yourself for it.

Then you realized he said, “Ripa,” and those four deadly little letters crushed your throat and stole the air from your lungs.

That name hadn’t felt right from the start, but it was what you had been simultaneously promoted to and reduced by. The only person who refused to call you that over the years, was your father. For two thousand days, he made sure to steer clear of it.

That’s not who you are and I know it, even if you don’t.

A sudden and hauntingly raw sob escaped, and you knew his eyes were on you in an instant.

“Don’t call me that,” You begged, meeting his gaze for the first time since he entered. Breath picking up, you were practically terror-stricken at the idea that all you were to him now was a murderer. You vigorously tried to shake the thought away, squeezing your eyes shut as everything that kept you numb seemed to vanish into thin air. “Y-You can’t-Not you too. Please, not you.”

Bellamy’s hand brushed your cheek and tears rained freely. You immediately leaned into the familiar and delicate warmth and you really fucking hoped this wasn’t your mind playing a trick on you.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” When he spoke this time, his words sounded choked too. His other hand cradled the back of your head as he pulled you into his chest and just...held you. “It’s okay.”

It was like you were standing at the edge of a building, teetering the edge before accidentally falling. Only, before you could plummet to your death, someone caught your hand, and it occurred to you that you really wanted them to pull you back up.

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Your voice was just so, so weak. Beaten down and broken.

“Never.” He said it with so much confidence and finality, you almost had to convince yourself it was real and not a dream. “I promise.”

[let-this-ship-sink-already]

at first, i genuinely thought you believed that them dating was a pr stunt, but the fact that with every new post of tom and z together you get more hostile towards z is VERY telling. personally, i don’t think all tom stans have to be stans of z and vice versa, but you being rude to her all of sudden with more and more pictures of them together dropping really shows that you’re rly just projecting yourself as tom’s s/o.

and you could’ve gotten away with this whole “oh it’s just a pr stunt” but the moment you started attacking z’s credibility and capabilities when more pictures of them dropped, you showed how you ACTUALLY felt about the situation.

i’m not too fond of z as i used to be to be completely honest, but being vile towards someone bc they’re dating your fav is VERY childish. please just rethink the stuff that you post.

Sorry, the only bullshit, out of all the bullshit you just said, that I will address is: I project myself as Tom’s significant other? 🤡🤡🤡

Yes, I am a fan of Tom‘s work, yes, I was disappointed seeing him indulge in such a PR stunt. Yes, I do see now, that he‘s not the guy, I thought he was, he‘s „Hollywood“ now. The only reason I am interested in the slightest in Tom Holland is his work. I’m not attracted to him in any way - physically, emotionally (lol), absolutely no single way. I don’t care about what or who he does in his free time, but this PR stunt, is just EMBARRASSING to look at. And yes, I will continue to make fun of it. I wish I could look at these pictures and see a legit couple, but all I see are two people, who are awkward as fuck together and they are definitely not dating/fucking. They are using you and you let them. It’s entertaining to watch.

I also address this: I’m being vile towards Zendaya for dating Tom?

First of all - I am not being vile. I criticize her acting and her establishment in the industry. How is that linked to “I’m vile because she’s dating Tom?” People, and I know they are Zendaya stans, come to me, saying bullshit like “Zendaya is a woke queen, she’s an established and respected actress, she’s pushing for an Oscar.”, KNOWING that that has never been and never will be my opinion. They know, saying stuff like that pisses me off, because there are thousands of actresses out there, who’d actually deserve what Zendaya has and they never get any recognition. (e.g Laura in SM Homecoming - Zendaya was being promoted as the main female character, while Laura had way more acting range, than Zendaya ever will)

And yes, I admit, I let people push me into saying more and more about how I don’t agree with Zendaya stans, I get meaner and meaner and the only reason I keep doing that is: I love riling up people like you. It’s actually pathetic, how you try to accuse me of racism, just because I don’t kiss your favorite’s ass. If you wanna fight racism, (where it actually takes place) don’t start with a biracial millionaire, who doesn’t give a fuck what an Internet troll like me says about her.