#AND THEN HE ASKS IN 2018 IF HE CAN TURN INTO A WOLF WITH HIS POWERS

[mangk0]

genuinely how could anyone watch atreus's transformations with a straight face. LIKE. LOOK AT MY SON. LOOK AT HIM GO. DO YOU HEAR HIS THEME IN THE BACKGROUND. THATS MY BOY HELL FUCKING KILL YOU RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGHGHHGG

istg ive watched the one where he saves sindri SO MANY TIMES AND I CHEER HIM ON LITERALLY EVERY TIME

[mrs-gauche]

Let's talk (some more) about the Red Lyrium Idol

So, if there's anyone who actually read all of this and is for some reason still interested in even more ramblings, here is Part 2 of my way too long tinfoil theory/summary post about the red lyrium idol, and I swear, it's the last one. 😂 Again, I just needed to get this out before we might get the first real trailer TOMORROW and I'm proven completely wrong, because that's just so funny to me. lol

(Note: This post was written before the title of DA4 was changed into "The Veilguard", so the implications of this title for the narrative were not taken into account for any of this. 💀)

The Phylactery Theory

"A phylactery is a vessel, often a glass vial, containing the essence of a magical being. The Circle of Magi and the Chantry use small phylacteries filled with blood, to track down mages that turn apostate."

"Phylacteries, ironically, are a form of blood magic. When a templar wishes to track down a fugitive mage they will use the phylactery as a way of homing in on the fugitive by way of a "hot and cold" situation, i.e., the phylactery glows, becoming brighter the closer it gets to its respective mage."

In Tevinter Nights, the Carta assassin described the idol to feel rather heavy, like there was "liquid inside". In the 2018 teaser, we see glowing cracks creeping up the idol's surface.

Inquisitor: "You don't need to sacrifice a slave's life to make a dagger." Solas: "I suppose it depends upon the dagger."

(- Solas when talking about blood magic)

In DAO, the Arcane Warrior specialization can be unlocked while doing the "Nature of the Beast" quest line, in the Lower Ruins of the Brecilian Ruins, south the Elven Burial Chamber. Inside a small chamber which looks like a ruined library, there is a broken stone altar. A phylactery is hidden in the far corner of the room. When you touch the phylactery you experience the memories of an elven arcane warrior who has remained trapped inside of the phylactery for centuries. It offers to teach you the secrets of the arcane warriors in exchange for setting its spirit free by placing the phylactery on an ancient altar.

In the "The Hunt of the Fell Wolf" poem in JOH, there is an idol that seems to possess a spirit that is connected to a demon wolf in a way that he can only be defeated if both him and the idol/spirit are destroyed and struck down at the same time.

As demon-stone was shattered, Ameridan struck true: Beast and spirit—both felled at once, Though neither hunter knew.

The Black Vials are six small glass phylacteries that can be found around Ferelden. When the Warden takes a vial, the glass fractures and releases a hostile revenant. A revenant is a form of undead that is created when a powerful demon, usually that of desire or pride, possesses a corpse. Upon their death, each revenant drops a scrap of vellum/codex entry that reads:

"Bound by your true name, no mortal hand shall reach you."

In the Tevinter Nights story "Genitivi Dies at the End", Rasaan and the Qunari were searching for Solas' "true name".

In the final chamber of the Solasan temple, there's an ancient inscription that reads:

Faintly carved into the stone is a figure bound in chains. Two other figures have turned their gaze from the central image. "Pride in our accomplishments and in our hearts. That same pride became (a word meaning corrupted or altered) within him, he sought to claim (indecipherable), cast from favor and so he was bound." "Hidden from mortal eyes, death lies within."

A codex about an encounter with a revenant, 5:71 Exalted:

"[��] The descriptions of the creature's abilities were eerily similar to those our brothers at Marnas Pell encountered almost a century ago […]"

Solas' hideout in The Missing was located in the Deep Roads beneath Marnas Pell.

Cole's comments in Trespasser suggest that Solas was bound to Mythal.

"He did not want a body, but she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face."

While Solas seemed to have burned her vallaslin off his face, could there be a chance that he is still bound to Mythal by his true name? Could it be that he is still bound to whatever part of Mythal is trapped within the idol?

Again, the ancient spirit in DAO can only be freed from the phylactery if it is placed on an ancient altar.

So, the question is, if the idol is indeed a phylactery containing Solas'/Mythal's blood and a part of her spirit that needs to be placed on its original location/altar to free her, and if it was ripped off its original location, then where did it originally belong?

The Place Where It All Began

In 2018, we got the first DA4 teaser, showing the idol in various close-ups as well as the focal point of this mural.

Look at how the idol is suspiciously placed in the very center of the circle/tambourine which we assume to represent the Veil.

Now, what else sits at the center of the Fade that is ever present and visible but cannot be reached?

Right, the Black City.

Again, the idol is very likely depicting Mythal's death.

Now, tell me, where do you think was Mythal murdered?

Or rather, where do you think did the Blight originate?

I'm convinced that the Black/Golden City is/was Arlathan. The place where the false gods were imprisoned when Solas created the Veil. The idol/blade was likely forged after Mythal died. The 2022 cinematic clearly shows that the Blight started to spread from the center of the Golden City before it turned black and began to consume the rest of the world, but seemed to have then been contained by the Veil preventing it from spreading further.

"Had I not created the Veil, the Evanuris would have destroyed the entire world."

Corypheus is physically covered in red lyrium. We can assume that he turned into a blighted creature when he entered the Black City, which was already black and corrupted when they opened its gates.

Red lyrium only began appearing throughout the surface of all of southern Thedas in crystalline nodes following the opening of the Breach.

In Future Redcliffe, a year has past with the Breach still open and the red lyrium has spread everywhere.

It is proven that the Veil is inedvitably getting weaker alltogether, and that it will eventually come down at some point, regardless of Solas' actions.

The Veil getting weaker correlates with the Blight spreading further. If the root of the Blight lies within the Black City, and if the Blight was contained/prevented from spreading further through the creation of the Veil, and if the seven Old Gods are connected to the seven imprisoned, tainted Evanuris and serve as seals to the seven gates/mirrors of the Black City, then this banter and these visuals make a lot of sense:

Seven semi-circles with two of them still “lit” and the “tambourine”/Veil looking more broken with each new update….

Seven Old Gods/Evanuris that were banished when Solas created the Veil…..

Seven mirrors shattering….

Seven gates of the Black City, which Kordillus Drakon prophesied will someday shatter and cover both the mortal and spirit realms in darkness….

Solas: Your Order… the Grey Wardens… Blackwall: What about them? Solas: The Wardens see themselves as the world's defense against the Blight, do they not? Blackwall: Yes… why do you sound so skeptical? Doesn't everyone know this? Solas: When an Archdemon rises, they slay it. What will they do when all the Archdemons are slain? Blackwall: Retire? Solas: Without Archdemons, there can be no Blights. Is that the reasoning? Blackwall: Right. Where are you going with this? Solas: Nowhere. I hope they are correct.

Varric: Give [the Grey Wardens] some credit, it's not like you can study the Blight safely. I may not like everything they've done, but without the wardens, we'd all be blighted by now. Solas: They've bought us some time, I will grant them that.

DA4 will likely be set ten year after the events of DAI. And the Veil has gotten even weaker/Solas might succeed in tearing it down.

In Tevinter Nights, Solas claims that whatever he's going to do will "save this world".

Maybe the idol will solely be used to destroy the Veil and merge the World and the Fade, in order for him to, quote, "casually reshape reality".

BUT, you know what was proven to be the ultimate power source for Dreamers to reshape reality in a time before the Veil?

Say it with me.....

Great. Dragon. Blood.

So let's go back and assume that the idol is a phylactery that contains some part of Mythal/blood and that Solas is somehow still bound to by his true name. Mythal was likely murdered in the Black City, which might've also been the catalyst for the Blight. Solas might want to enter the Black City with the idol. Again, the ancient spirit in Origins can only be freed from the phylactery if it is placed on an ancient altar.

So… What if Solas plans to bring the idol back to its original location and free her spirit?

The Mother's Return

"Why did Mythal come to you?" "For a reckoning that will shake the very heavens."

At last, let me put on the tinfoil hat one final time and break this all down.

*takes deep breath*

The fact that it is Mythal's mosaic that is revealed to be on the platform in that final fight with Corypheus (symbolically surrounded by red lyrium!), the same ruins that were once the foundations of the Temple of Sacred Ashes.

The Sacred Ashes of Andraste, which possesses healing qualities "unsurpassed by even the most powerful spells".

Andraste, who was said to be too weak to bear children, but then miraculously was able to give birth to two daughters later in life. Almost like something came into her life that enabled her to do so. Like, for example, drinking the blood of a Great dragon.

Andraste, who might have not only been a mage, but also an Old God Baby like Kieran, carrying the soul of Dumat.

Old God souls, which a certain person seems to be particularly interested in collecting.

Not the Maker, but Mythal being drawn to Andraste's Old God soul, like a moth to a flame.

Andraste becoming Mythal's host, but that host ultimately burned at the stake, so she had to find another one.

Fast forward a few hundred years. Mythal has found another host in Flemeth, who just so happens to make a bargain with Calenhad Theirin, making him, again, drink the blood of a Great dragon, to gain special powers, leading him to become the first king of Ferelden.

So she watches the Theirin bloodline, until the fateful day Alistair gets almost killed at Ostagar. So she swoops in again, nudging the course of history by saving Alistair and the HOF.

Next up is Hawke, whom she saves so Hawke could find the idol and free Corypheus, setting the events of DAI in motion.

In DAI, if the Inquisitor drinks from the Well of Sorrows and you listen very carefully to the super creepy background noises while playing the audio backwards, the voices of the Well will tell you to "Stop her" and something else that sounds like "She speaks the Calling".

The Calling. A voice, a song, dreams that will haunt the Grey Wardens. Just like a certain idol does.

The Calling, which will force the Grey Wardens to go mad and join the Darkspawn as a collective hivemind to wake the Old Gods, but only after they consumed the Archdemon's blood in the Joining.

A being controlling people as a hivemind?

Like the Titans guiding their children like a collective mind? Titans, whom Mythal was the first to kill and mine their blood and something else to create bodies for her own people.

"The First of my People do not die so easily." (- Solas in Trespasser)

An Archdemon cannot be killed, because their soul will just transfer to the nearest soulless darkspawn. Transfering the soul. The secret of effective immortality.

How do you kill an Archdemon?

By drinking their blood, slaying them and taking in their soul.

What is an Archdemon/Old God?

A dragon.

What WAS Mythal?

"The new ones are faithful to Mythal, but do not understand what she was in her fullness."

Mythal's entire image is based on that of a dragon, a form that in ancient times was reserved for the gods. Because before the Veil, it was the dragon's blood that gave those dreamers the power to shape reality, so powerful that they came to be worshiped as gods. But, I think, not only had Mythal the chief role in the pantheon because she had great dragon blood within her, but because…

Her true form IS actually a motherflippin dragon.

So. What did the Evanuris do in order to KILL Mythal?

They slayed her, drank her blood and each of the seven obtained a part of her soul, but instead of getting killed themselves, they sought to become essentially invincible through both Mythal's blood and the tainted Titan blood/red lyrium.

Let me quote this wonderful post by @virlath from a few years ago.

With her conquering of the titans, I think it’s likely that her blood is a part of the blight and the red lyrium corruption. Mythal ran the elves' lyrium operations. She had a connection to the titans and their children. She also stole knowledge of the Void from Andruil. Combining all this knowledge it makes sense that she could use this to her advantage once she was imprisoned and corrupted, because she had a connection to both dragon's blood and lyrium. She just needed a physical aspect- Flemeth, and now Solas, to act out her plans. The use of dragon fire in Dark Fortress is further indication that the combination of dragons and lyrium results in a massive power nexus. I think it’s possible that red lyrium is simply lyrium tainted with dragon's blood. More specifically, Mythal's blood. This is why dragons were strictly reserved for the evanuris in ancient elvhen times- because the key to their immortality and power was dragons and more specifically, great dragon's blood. Mythal had strict rules about taking on the form of 'divinity’. I think this was likely because dragons and dragon fire/dragon's blood was the true source of the evanuris' power, and is what allowed them to appear immortal. This could explain why the old gods are so inexplicably linked to the evanuris in the lore. I think the evanuris each had a dragon- an old god, and they each used dragon's blood and dragon fire to make their dreams into literal reality. No one could infiltrate their dreams because only they had access to the power of dragons, which they claimed was their right.

Before BioWare settled on dragons, the Archdemons were supposed to look very different.

Meaning that, each of the seven Old God souls…. is what?

Yeah, I think it's all Mythal's.

Again, WHAT did the voices of the Well tell the Inquisitor? WHO speaks the CALLING?

It's the voice of the one who's the real owner of that soul. The one who for centuries has been trying to gather the scattered pieces of HER SOUL, driven by nothing but vengeance.

"So Mythal endures."

If the idol contains a part of Mythal, and if Solas used the idol/blade to trick the Evanuris like in Dalish legends, maybe it was because they were desperate to destroy the idol and get rid of Mythal once and for all.

Remember the visions described in Trespasser.

“Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!“ “In this place we prepare to hunt the pillars of the earth. Their workers scurry, witless, soulless. This death will be a mercy. We will make the earth blossom with their passing.” “The runes say the Evanuris fought the Titans. They mined their bodies for lyrium and… something else. It’s not clear.” “They made bodies from the earth. And the earth was afraid. It fought back. But they made it forget.” "For a moment, the scent of blood fills the air, and there is a vivid image of green vines growing and enveloping a sphere of fire." “For one moment, there is a vivid image of two overlapping spheres; unknown flowers bloom inside their centers. Then it fades.”

A sphere of fire… you mean, like the SUN? You mean, Mythal actually creating a MOON, just like in Dalish mythology?

Bear with me here.

We established that Mythal mined the Titan's blood, which I believe was then used for centuries in combination with her fire to create bodies for her own people/spirits. On top of that, I believe that, after her victory, Mythal used part of a dead Titan and lifted it into the sky to use it as a "cornerstone" to build the capital city of Elvhenan, Arlathan, on top of her "enemy's corpse".

I believe that in the moment of Mythal's death, her blood altered the Titan's blood (which also sundered the Song) and that something happened to the moon that she had created, which in turn led to the unbridled power of the sun to corrupt part of the Titan that the Golden City, Arlathan, was build on, as well as both their blood. And that's when it turned black. That's when the Blight was created.

Elgar'nan is the God of the Sun in Dalish mythology. He was likely the main instigator behind the Evanuris' betrayal and Mythal's murder.

The sun imagery keeps appearing throughout DA4's promotional stuff.

If the Old God Lusacan is connected to Elgar'nan, they would represent two polar opposites. The God of the Sun and the God of Night and Darkness. Again, Kordillus Drakon prophesied that the seven gates of the Black City would someday shatter and cover both the mortal and spirit realms in darkness.

"All the world will soon share the peace and comfort of my reign."

“Lusacan, the Dragon of Night, calls to you. He lives where it is darkest and waits for the day he will rise. Drink of his blood and know the power in darkness: either fear the Night or wield it.“ "The darkspawn yearn to awaken and corrupt Lusacan to start a new age of darkness.” “A night that will never end”

But why does this need to happen? Because Mythal needs to act out her vengeance upon the ones who murdered her and doomed the world with the creation of the Blight.

"She was betrayed as I was betrayed! As the world was betrayed!" "Mythal clawed and crawled her way through the ages to me, and I will see her avenged!"

Solas wants to save his people no matter what, and for that, the Veil needs to be torn down, resulting in the World and the Fade becoming one again…

But, to truly restore his People, I believe that he needs the Mother to come back.

Mythal represents both Justice and Vengeance. If justice is corrupted, it will turn into vengeance. Solas makes no difference between spirits and demons.

"I am sorry as well, old friend."

That last line of Flemythal to Solas. It's so simple, but what does it truly mean? Why is she apologizing to him?

Is it because none of this would have happened if she didn't die and everything that happened to the people and the world was because of her downfall? Because it was her who started all this in the first place with the death of the Titans, stealing their hearts and corrupting their blood?

With her gone and no one left to keep the false gods in check, if it hadn't been for her death, Solas wouldn't have been left with what seemed to be the only choice?

Is she sorry for everything he had to endure, from her giving him a body against his will, twisting his original purpose, to him having to live with the guilt over the death of a world and an entire civilization for a thousand years?

Or is she apologizing for using him?

"An eclipse as Fen'Harel stirred."

"Cry havoc in the moonlight. Let the fire of vengeance burn. The cause is clear." (- Solas reciting Mythal's invication)

She knew that Solas would do anything at this point to undo his mistakes and save the people he doomed. She knew exactly what Solas would do when he came to her in that after credits scene in DAI. She knew that he would need that power and the idol to complete his ritual in order to tear down the Veil, but to what end?

Without the Veil, whoever controls the dreams controls reality.

[salvatoraes]

okay but speaking as someone who lives for and loves crossover ships (be they canon/oc or just canon muses from different source materials): please tell me more about salvacooper and fabratore, pls & thx <3

a glorious question !!! i'll take any opportunity to gush about these two ships !! i'm gonna start with fabratore because i have a lot more to say on salvacooper lol. there's just a lot that goes into them heh.

so, fabratore is a ship between stefan & miss quinn fabray ( written by miss caroline, @alchaemy ) it started off with caroline making a tvd verse for quinn, where she's a cheerleader & eventually turns into a vampire. i can't remember how she turned, you'd have to ask care lol but stef ends up helping her with her transition & they fall sooo in love. she pulls him out of his shell a lot, she helps him not be broody as often & he stays on the football team unlike in canon when he quits or i guess he never really quit but after mr. tanner died ( thanks damon 🙄 ) i don't recall them getting a new coach but we can pretend in this version. they're the couple who is together all throughout high school, the lowkey jock couple even though stef isn't really a jock in his eyes. so cute & mostly pure while she also deals with being a baby vamp. we've had them since i wanna say 2017 / 2018 ? & i just love them so much ...

now, salvacooper is our favorite ship together, our most developed, multiple - verses for them. ugh. so i apologize because this is gonna get long. salvacooper is stefan & miss betty cooper ( taken out of riverdale & put into tvd / the hundred ) betty is both of our favorite character in RD so when care decided to pick her up, we of course wanted to build a ship with them, but little did we know how much we'd do. betty has full verses for tvd, the 100 & legacies that we have ships for them. also one of our mutual friends is a genuine stan of them & she used to freak out about them & read our threads back in the day lol. under the cut is what i can remember of our verses for them, you don't have to read them of course but i figured i'd give the details <3

in the tvd verse, we have a version where betty is a wolf hunter who runs into klaus and stefan when they're hunting for wolves. klaus finds her but assumes she's a wolf & kills her to turn her into hybrid, little did he know she wasn't a wolf. & right when she wakes up, she's in a cabin, stefan with her & helps her & keeps her safe from klaus. they eventually fall in love while he's helping her be a new vampire ( just like he helps quinn lol ) another version we have is, betty is a wolf hunter in mystic falls, she meets stefan, they start dating, fall for each other & then she catches him drinking the blood bags in the salvatore basement, & that's how she finds out he's a vampire. they eventually work through it, and she once again turns into a vampire but again i can't remember how for this time.

the hundred ... ( if you haven't seen the show, i'm sorry if this makes no sense hgufjoi ) this verse for them is our most tragic & most developed verse for them. they met when everyone was still on the ark, but they didn't talk much. & then everyone went to the ground, they ended up becoming close, they fell in love QUICKLY, never left each others side until s2 & then other shit happens. fast forward to when everyone's down under the bunker, a year of them being in the bunker happens, stefan gets sick. he's sick as if it's like the flu in this universe. betty working at their med bay, steals some medicine for him even though he told her not to. a couple days pass, he starts to feel better but not enough to be okay. a couple more days pass, betty was caught for stealing the meds & would now have to be thrown into the pit ( a fighting pit where criminals or people found guilty would have to fight to the death, only one left standing ) the night before betty had to go into the pit, stefan proposed. as a hopes that she would somehow get out of this. the day comes, stefan wakes up to an empty room. betty was down at the arena where the pit is. he rushes ( slowly, was still weak from being sick ) he makes it there, was being held back by one of the guards, not allowed to go down to see her. he has to watch her fight in the audience like the rest of the people, however he was being held back tightly because they knew he'd run down to her. eventually, the guard is too busy paying attention to the fight and stefan gets free. he rushes down to the arena, when he finally gets there betty was stabbed in the abdomen by one of the fighters. stefan screams out, he makes it into the pit. she's bleeding out, he pulls her into his lap, she ends up dying in his arms. needless to say, he doesn't get past it. he wears her blood stained scrunchie on his wrist every day after that. there's a post somewhere where i wrote his pov of her death, could find that if you wanna see it ! lol but it's tragic.

legacies, this one we don't have too much of but as you know, in my legacies verse stefan comes back to life in a different body. after being dead for 13 years, he's a baby witch, yadda yadda. betty is a teacher at the salvatore school, they end up reuniting and she at first can't believe it's him because of the new body but they make their way back to each other.

then we have a simpler tvd universe verse where they do end up getting married, having a life together & all that good stuff. <3 i don't recall her being a vampire for this one either.

and one more in the tvd universe that's not fully developed but we have a throuple type situation with one of @prophecey 's muses ( harry bingham ) where the three of them work out a lil situation. since they both love stefan so much heh. harry is another major crossover ship i have for him. care's betty & kt's harry are two of the few exclusives i have for canon muses bc i can't / won't see myself writing / shipping with other versions of either !

so yes, that is a big chunk of the salvacooper lore lol, i'm definitely missing pieces to their tvd verses but i adore and appreciate the question ! i could truly ramble about them & fabratore forever. thank you lovely !!! i apologize for how long this got ahhhh

[terapsina]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @isagrimorie (thanks, this looks fun 🤩).

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1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

120

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

324,790

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'll just copy-and-paste from ao3, cuz I'm not writing all that down.

The Vampire Diaries (TV) (25), Legacies (TV 2018) (12), Person of Interest (TV) (9), Once Upon a Time (TV) (9), Leverage (US TV 2008) (7), Shadowhunters (TV) (7), Doctor Who (2005) (5), Arrow (TV 2012) (4), Merlin (TV) (4), Captain Marvel (2019) (3), 苍兰诀 | Love Between Fairy and Devil (TV) (3), Batwoman (TV 2019) (3), The 100 (TV) (3), Willow (TV 2022) (3), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) (2), The Magicians (TV) (2), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (2), Supergirl (TV 2015) (2), The Originals (TV) (2), Star Wars - All Media Types (2), The Old Guard (Movie 2020) (2), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types (2), The Good Place (TV) (2), Avatar: Legend of Korra (2), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) (2), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) (2), Charmed (TV 2018) (1), Angel: the Series (1), Wednesday (TV 2022) (1), Star Trek: Voyager (1), Teen Wolf (TV) (1), Star Wars: Rebels (1), Sweet/Vicious (TV) (1), Star Trek (1), Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV) (1), Lost Girl (TV) (1), Legend of the Seeker (TV) (1), Hustlers (2019) (1), Stargate SG-1 (1), Revolution (TV) (1), Sanctuary (Canada TV 2008) (1).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5 Times The Doctor Talked About River Song With Graham (+1 Time The Fam Finally Met Her) - the 13/River fic where Graham finds the Doctor's missing wedding ring and she gradually opens up about her wife.

“Her name was River Song.” She says once he’s already taken a few steps. He stops, turning around, giving her the opportunity to continue or not as she needs. “She was an archaeologist. And a professor. And a criminal. And she was brilliant and absolutely mad.”

“She must have been. Married you didn’t she?” Graham jokes before he can help himself.

But Doc just grins like she agrees and laughs to herself.

Something uncoils in Graham’s chest at seeing Doc’s face regaining its natural brightness, however tinged with grief. The grief isn’t new either, he’s seen shadows of it in her all along but this is the first moment she doesn’t seem to be trying to hide it. Or maybe the first time she’s not trying to hide from it.

The Suspicious Case of Tribbles - the 13/River fic where River tries to "borrow" the TARDIS for lil'bit.

"Don't mind me. Carry on!" The woman says, dropping a bag of something heavy that sounds like a bag of rocks to the floor and hurrying towards the TARDIS controls. "I'm only here to establish an alibi. A short hop over to the other side of the hemisphere and some 38 planetary hours in the past should do it. I'll send you lot right back to him none the wiser. It'll be our little secret."

She's Come Undone and Set Free - Elejah, Bonbekah, Klaroline and Elena/Caroline/Bonnie/Rebekah friendship story that deals with Elena and Caroline getting to be angry and making Damon pay for what he did to them, as well as supporting each other and beginning to heal. (WIP, but there's only 2 chapters to go).

“I want you to know, that’s not why I will always hate you, Damon.” She strengthened her hold on his face at the look of caution that was surfacing at her words, likely because he’d just now been remembering that not that long ago she’d broken his neck. “I won’t even hate you because of the sire bond. Though I wasn’t lying, it felt like being a slave to your every desire, whether or not you actually voiced them. And the funny thing? I’m not sure I’ll ever know how much me there was when I was making any of the choices that lead to Jeremy dying.”

“What’s your point?” Damon asked and grabbed her hands in a vice-like grip that made it impossible for Elena to try again what she'd done nearly two days ago when she'd regained her humanity. But she'd already known there wasn’t a point trying now that he'd be expecting it, so she didn’t fight to escape him.

“She’s my best friend, Damon. I will never forgive you for what you did to her,” she said and did absolutely nothing as Damon’s eyes widened and he tried to turn around. He wasn’t fast enough. He’d been too consumed by Elena to pay attention to any other heartbeats around them, and despite her age, Caroline had always been an unusually fast vampire.

Morai's Call to Hope - my Star Wars, time travel, Snips and Skyguy fic where Anakin gets pulled into the World Between Worlds three days before his Fall, watches as Darth Vader is about to kill Ahsoka... aaaaaaand jumps forward to stop him. (WIP and I'm very ashamed about it, because I loved writing this story and really hope to get back to it someday)

From behind Anakin there comes again a whisper from a different time: ‘I would never let anyone hurt you, Ahsoka… never…’

But in front of Anakin comes something else.

‘Then you will die,' the Sith says in direct contradiction to everything Anakin has ever promised both aloud and inside his own heart to the closest thing he’s ever had to a little sister or a daughter. And every single cell of his body rebels against a time where he would ever utter those words to Ahsoka. So even as the red lightsaber ignites in the Sith’s hands, Anakin rushes forward and through the fragile line of a portal separating his reality from theirs.

As the Sith’s lightsaber finishes the arch of its blow instead of encountering Ahsoka’s white dual sabers it’s stopped by the intervening block from a blue lightsaber in the hands of the Anakin Skywalker sixteen years out of his time.

You know who you remind me of? - the 13/River fic where the Doctor is in the middle of hiding under a table with Yaz for plot reasons when she hears the sound of her wife's laughter and is immediately distracted from the mission that brought them there.

The laugh is thick with mischief and a galaxy of secrets.

She knows that laugh.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to. I adore comments and really truly appreciate receiving them, so I do try to respond to them. But sometimes I get into a kind of slump where replying just feels exhausting. And by the time I'm over that, it might have been like two weeks, and then it feels embarrassing to respond.

And sometimes I just don't know WHAT to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Last Words. I do have quite a few angsty fics but I usually end them either happily or with an open ending that's got light at the end of the tunnel. But this once I came up with an idea for soulmate-identifying-last-words and then wrote a Korrasami fic for it.

Asami had known that Korra was her soulmate. And like everyone else she was in no hurry to see it proven. And there she might be counted lucky, because she did not learn it for many years to come. They survived the war with Kuvira, and then returned from their vacation in the spirit world, and survived many more battles beyond that. The Avatar lived a long life.

But Asami Sato lived a longer one.

So that has the saddest ending.

Well, that, or maybe what's the point of greater good, which is my Queliot (with a side of Wickoff) story where Julia talks to Quentin during the time Eliot was possessed by the Monster.

She finds him stubbornly looking through the mountain of books, searching for any and every scrap of information on Enyalius they can get. He looks like he hasn’t slept since the moment weeks ago when Eliot managed to surface for those brief few moments to tell them he was alive. Hope’s a bitch that way.

“We need to stop him Q.” Julia says, from behind him.

Quentin’s shoulders freeze in place and he leans forward, hands clenching the spine of the book he’d just been about to pick up.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like I said, I tend to mostly write happy endings. But if I have to pick what I considered as the happiest one, then here's a story that's full of angst in the middle, which made the ending feel even happier because of the contrast.

6 Times Bellamy Tried to Forget That He Was in Love With Clarke (+1 Time He Couldn’t Anymore) - exactly what it sounds like. My big look into Bellamy's head through most of the seasons. Canon almost to the end, where I sharply switch tracks and give Bellarke the happy ending they goddamn deserved.

The first thing he saw as the delinquents pulled aside the sheets of scrap metal to let their two missing people in was Clarke running in front, scraped up but seemingly uninjured. He wished that the relief that overtook him was entirely selfish, that it had to do with the fact that he had his partner back and he wouldn’t have to carry the burden of their people’s lives all by himself. But that was crap.

It was vastly overpowered by the simple joy of seeing that Clarke was alright.

“Hey, we heard an explosion. What happened?” she fired out rapidly as soon as she was in front of him. Face serious and eyes focused entirely on Bellamy, - and it was something that had gotten to be so familiar to him that it almost felt like having her there was akin to getting back a missing limb.

He almost, almost fell to the instinct to pull her into his arms because he was just so damned glad that she was alive that the only thing that saved him was the fact Jasper got there first.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not a lot. But there's been a few occasions where I have gotten some, yes. Mostly the 'this was a waste of my time' variety.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not... really? On a few rare occasions I've written a bit of spice but I don't think that people that read smut would give me more than 2.5⭐ out of 5⭐.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes. When the idea for one strikes. And I don't know if I'd say it's the craziest one, but definitely a fun one is my Stargate SG-1/Leverage crossover where the Stargate Program needs to recruit some thieves.

The Homeworld Security Job. (incidentally this is also the fic that got me the most amount of hate comments).

“I know, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that no one at SGC can go, you need thieves for this mission. And this is a big planet, you guys must have some good ones between those 7.5 billion people. You get me a few of them and I can teach them how to play a wealthy minor Goa’uld long enough to get in and out. But I can’t teach someone to be a good enough liar to not get caught. Not with the time we have here.”

“What do you want us to do, Vala? Grab a bunch of criminals off the street and hope they don’t decide that stealing a Stargate and selling that to the highest bidder instead would be a more lucrative business plan?” Cameron asks.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Once. My Lunarry fic the ones that seek and find (six years in the relationship of harry and luna) has a translation into Chinese Mandarin 探寻和发现（哈利与卢娜相处的六年).

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. It's always sounded kinda complicated.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I do NOT have a one single favorite ship. But there are a few that I will probably never let go of and those are: Elejah, Swan Queen, Hizzie, Bellarke, Spuffy, Doctor/River, Clizzy, Bering and Wells, Kahlan/Cara, Parker/Hardison, Graylora and DFQC/XLH.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them 😭.

But especially the Star Wars time travel one I mentioned earlier. I love that one so much. And I want to go back to it and finish it. But the stars aren't looking all that bright.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think that I'm good at getting into characters' heads. Their inner monologues tend to be the easiest part to write (it's the dialogues and surrounding scenes that trip me up).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar. English isn't my first language, so the fiddly parts of the grammar is what I've picked up through osmosis while reading, which isn't exactly... a flawless way to do it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it a few times (mostly in my Clizzy fics, because Izzy's character peppers a decent bit of Spanish in her dialogue on the show) and have nearly always kind of regretted it (I've needed to do fixes nearly every time, had to learn that google translate cannot be trusted the hard way).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If I remember correctly, then I think that was a very terrible attempt at a BtVS/Stargate SG-1 crossover that has been deleted since then.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is a very predictable answer but that's She's Come Undone and Set Free, I'm just really proud of this story for a lot of reasons. And though there are a few other of my fics I love more than others, this one is just... my favorite of all of them.

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Tagging: @vorpalmuchness, @jennifersminds, @muse-oleum, @amandamonroe and whoever else wants to.

[yeehanfrf]

Week 11 Recs: He's a Magic Man

The Week 11 theme was "He's a Magic Man," or recs featuring the mystical, the magical, the fantastical, and a lot of werewolves, apparently! (If you missed your chance, monsterhuggers, don't worry: we'll have a monster-centric theme when spooky season rolls around!)

Behind the cut, you'll find the recs gathered from the Yeehan community, organized by rating and then alphabetically by title!

Not Rated

What Lies Undone by AsheRhyder [8,117 words]

There are rules to this sort of thing. Not the common sort, made to be broken and bent and outright ignored, but the old kind, made for dealing with dangerous things.

And they are all dangerous things, in Overwatch.

McCree survives by knowing which rules to break and which to obey and when to do the opposite of what he usually does. Dangerous things stay dangerous because they can change - he knows this all too well.

General Audiences

And Time Passed by Tevokkia [4,108 words] Reccer comment: "Sweet and innocent; will make you cry in a good way. Vimeddiee did art for it too"

A small cowboy in a large hat wandered out of the mist one day, and asked a lonely young dragon to be his friend. Such requests hold great weight out on the edge of reality, where the dragon kept his cave. The dragon and the little boy shared secrets and adventures.

And time passed ...

... until the little boy grew up.

Teen and Up

Fool's Gold by leoandlancer [193,940 words] Reccer comment: "I REMEMBERED ANOTHER MONSTERS, DRAMA, & EERIE THINGS BEYOND OUR MORTAL COMPREHENSION"

A vast and powerful dragon hires a surprisingly lethal monster hunter in order to kill an upsettingly big bug. It's not ideal, but they work on it. (Hanzo is pretty sure McCree can kill anything and both of them are trying not to be quite so in love with someone who can and probably will, kill them. Dragon and Monster Hunter AU)

Heartless by AsheRhyder [6,504 words]

Once upon a time, a wicked sorcerer cut out his heart and sealed it away. He hid it in a needle, put the needle in an egg, put the egg in a duck, put the duck inside a rabbit, and put the rabbit in a box on an island at the end of the world. So long as his heart was safe, nothing could kill him. Or so the legends say, anyway. Nowadays, people know what a silly story that was. Nobody bothers with rabbits anymore.

Cole Cassidy has no heart.

Sideshow by Kestrel_sama [5,414 words]

Hanzo manages to steal a night for himself at an American circus. What he finds there is no ordinary freak show.

So Nice to Meet You by fishpoets [9,142 words]

There it was again, something pale that shifted in the shadows - a mass of pure, white fur. Jesse stared. The wolf – for that's what it was, a huge, white wolf, sprawled out in front of the kitchen doors – raised its head, and stared right back.

(Five times Jesse interacts with Hanzo's daemon, plus one)

The Looking Glass by firefly_quill [9,509 words]

Hanzo lives a quiet life in his small magical antiquities shop, just far enough off the beaten-path. Quiet, at least, until Ana arrives with a magic mirror and a request. Modern fantasy AU.

Written for the McHanzo Reverse Bang 2018.

Turn Around, Lie Down (Come Home) by AsheRhyder [17,455 words] Reccer comment: "i loved this werewolf au fic"

In the dark, snow-filled night, a wolf howled.

Run with me. Eat with me. Sleep beside me. Be pack.

Mature

Cast No Shadow by PersonalSpin [46,029 words] Reccer comment: "a HDM-esque daemon AU"

Jesse McCree knows better than to trust a man without a soul. A His Dark Materials AU about things said and unsaid, and those you stay and those who leave.

(Not that kind of demon, this kind of dæmon.)

Death's Best Man by deliciously_devient [Series; WIP; 16,901 words] Reccer comment: "The Death's Best Man series by deliciously_devient is a must. It's one of the first I read when I got into the fandom"

Jesse is fifteen years old when he earns a favor from Death.

Kelp(ie) by Wulpia [5,734 words] Reccer comment: "Achingly poetic"

When biologist Hanzo goes on a trip to a remote reservoir in Scotland to study the flora of a lake there, he finds something far more interesting, ancient, and potentially deadly.

Not Another Moment by Author of Kheios [30,431 words] Reccer 1 comment: "a harry potter au, a small nsfw scene, is a long oneshot and cole is a single dad, mutual pining. Not Another Moment by author of kheois"

Reccer 2 comment: "The OW-HP crossover fic none of knew we needed"

Years ago, Cole retired as the Defense Against Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts to raise a little girl. Now, she's old enough to get accepted, but she dislikes the professor who took his place, and he has to intervene.

Hanzo has heard so many stories about the the man, the myth - nay, the legend - whose post he took at Hogwarts, yet not in a single one of them did anyone say anything about how attractive the Deadeye Cowboy is. But even if the man's daughter didn't hate him for no apparent reason, Hanzo can't afford to fall for someone who would kill him on the spot if he ever found out Hanzo's true nature. So of course, he falls head over heels.

Explicit

All That We Were, Are, and Will Come to Be by Dracoduceus [Series; WIP; 30,894 words]

His instructions were deceptively simple: visit the planet Hanamura and bring back two of the sons of the famous Shimada Clan.

McCree, captain of the Santa Fe and an independent contractor that worked with the Overwatch space station, should have known better than to think that anything about this would go according to plan.

Away by Vimeddiee [29,154 words] Reccer comment: "Light on the magic lore, strong on the feelings"

Hanzo awakens to the feel of grit in his eyes and the crunch of sand between his teeth. This in itself doesn’t rudely force him into consciousness, but the insistent flicking against his nose that he groggily attempts to bat away, does.

“High tide’s coming, you better nap someplace else.”

AKA I wanted to write Cassidy as a slappy boy so I DID.

Call of the Wild by deliciously_devient [Series; 4,712 words] Reccer comment: "Pretty sure the Call of the Wild series is the actual, literal first OW fanfic I read"

The moon is full, and the air is full of....promise.

Clipped Wings by Vashoth [14,631 words] Reccer comment: "possibly the first magic AU I read in this fandom, and the intrigue of it has stuck with me ever since"

Any hunter worth his salt knows that you should take all possible precautions to avoid messing with the Fair Folk. Most of the Fair Folk, however, don't really give a rats ass what precautions are taken and delight in messing with anything unlucky enough to get within arms reach.

Or: Hanzo is in way over his head and Jesse is loving it.

Dangerous Phases by Vrunka [13,593 words]

There are eight phases in a moon cycle. Eight phases in thirty days. And then it repeats. Over and over. Hanzo Shimada never really saw a reason to care. The moon comes, the moon goes. Hanzo Shimada also never really saw himself getting into an explicit sexual relationship with a werewolf. But well...these things do happen.

The Epic and Wondrous Tale of the Librarian and the Demon Hunter by annella [47,403 words] Reccer comment: "Hands-down one of the best AUs I've ever read, and I want desperately for the author to turn it into a series of books"

Jesse's got a pretty good job as the librarian in a magical library. He spends his days cataloguing, tracking down rare titles, fixing up the occasional spell gone awry, and dealing with the smoke monster in the basement.

Then Hanzo Shimada, Demon Hunter, shows up to turn his world upside down.

Freedom's a Funny Thing by robocryptid [4,940 words] Reccer comment: "a deliciously unnerving trickster Cassidy with a side of sex magic"

Once a year, magician Hanzo must perform a ritual to bind the dragon spirits to himself. This year, something about the ritual doesn't quite go right, and he summons a trickster along with the dragons. Now he's stuck with the stowaway until he can figure out how to dismiss him. Luckily Cassidy seems mostly benign, if irritating and predisposed to dressing as a cowboy.

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Originally for the Myth//Legend zine, but now with a couple bonus scenes. Consider this the director’s cut.

Ghost Stories on Route 66 by Nagaina [210,058 words] Reccer comment: "Monsters, drama, & eerie things beyond our mortal comprehension."

Hanzo Shimada is an expatriate student of the Fine Arts, attending college in what he assumes to be a reasonably sedate corner of the American southwest. Jesse McCree is an occasionally leather-clad NPS ranger whose duties extend somewhat further than shooing lost tourists back onto the clearly marked hiking trails. Something weird is going on in the desert south of Santa Fe and their lives unexpectedly come together in the middle of it.

In the Woods Somewhere by CorvidFightClub [WIP; 3,946 words]

Hanzo has spent years of his life a captive werewolf, fighting in underground dogfights for a master that values his ability to kill and nothing else. One night he's stolen from the back of a transport van and wakes somewhere new.

A small farm in the woods somewhere.

[The Big Long E-Rated Version of the fic of the same title I wrote for the Rising Moon Fanzine.]

Licensed to Slaughter by ChillieBean [16,910 words] Reccer comment: "ChillieBean's "Licensed To Slaughter" (explicit, 16K words) features vampire Hanzo and werewolf Cassidy caught in the midst of a small-town murder mystery. It has a great plot and is excellently written. 10000000/10!"

Hanzo, an author who is struggling with his murder mystery draft, decides to move across the United States, trading the bustling city for quiet mountain life for inspiration.

Little does he know that he lands right in the middle of a real-life murder mystery and is suspect number one.

Never Saw it Coming by Kestrel_sama [WIP; 12,794 words] Reccer comment: "a cute modern-with-magic AU"

Fortune-telling was just supposed to be a way to make some money for Genji's business. It was easy enough with the dragons whispering secrets in his ears, and the outfit certainly helped bring in customers. But it was a skeptic named Jesse McCree who turned everything on it's head.

Possess by sciencefictioness [3,978 words] Reccer comment: "This week's theme covers half my bookmarks, but this is the first story that came to mind."

Jesse closes his eyes and he is not at home anymore.

He is not alone.

Jesse is in a large, open room with a high ceiling full of exposed wooden beams and what looks like straw mats spread out on the floor.  Some of the walls are solid, others are made of paper.  Words come to Jesse to unbidden like memories that aren’t his own.  Dojo.  Tatami.  Shoji.  The characters on the pillars are kanji.    

Jesse is in Japan.  Parts of him, anyway.

There are people lingering along the edges of the room.  There are two figures in the center, one of them older with his eyes flashing eerie red, black hair greying at his temples.  In front of him is a boy about Jesse’s age— seventeen.  Eighteen, maybe.  He’s kneeling with his eyes downcast, long hair pulled up into a messy bun, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.  His clothes are hanging down off his left shoulder to expose an intricate tattoo, dragons and storm clouds and lightning in blue and grey and gold.  

He’s beautiful like nothing Jesse has ever seen, a tangle of contradictions.  He looks delicate.

He looks powerful.

He’s breathtaking and he’s afraid and oh, fuck.

He’s Jesse’s. 

Resonant by sciencefictioness [6,473 words] Reccer comment: "Resonant by sciencefictioness is pretty sexy"

The table seems endless stretched between them; polished wood, incense filling the room with smoke, ceremonial cups of sake. Jesse stares across the length of it, his gaze locked on Hanzo with an intensity usually reserved for the hunt, except he’s never been interested in any prey the way he is now; voraciously.

Savagely.

Teeth curve long out of his jaw, and his body rolls into the half-shift all on its own. Ears pricked, tail sprouting from the base of his spine, eyes lit up red. Hanzo is doing no better.

His eyes are black, pupils blown wide, nothing but a thin ring of gold set in an impossibly dark sclera. Jesse watches Hanzo’s horns lengthen, watches his claws extend. Watches his cheeks turn red, even more pronounced against the blue of his skin.

Everything goes sideways, as Jesse always expected it would.

It just doesn’t go sideways the way he expected.

Jesse had been ready for a fight.

Survival Instinct by mataglap [36,482 words] Reccer 1 comment: "OH, ha, also monsters, drama, & eerie things beyond our mortal comprehension"

Reccer 2 comment: "Survival Instinct, by mataglap, is one I've read multiple times"

Cassidy takes a new monster hunting contract. It's pretty decent as contracts go: the pay is good, the perks even better, and he's got two competent companions to fight at his side when the monsters come.

Then a third companion arrives and ruins everything.

Watcher in the Woods by Kalikuks [84,072 words] Reccer 1 comment: "Kali does a lot of monster and magic/fantasy fics, but if I can only choose one, this is it"

Reccer 2 comment: ""Watcher in the Woods" by Kalikuks 🥰 (explicit, old name for Cass) Blind Hanzo and eldrich being Cassidy. Buckle up cause is a long one with sequels!❤️"

Hanzo gets the uncanny feeling that he’s being towered over and instinctually tips his head up, even if he sees nothing.

“You can’t see me,” a deep honeyed voice rumbles from above, a good few feet above, Hanzo guesses.

“I—“

Hanzo’s reply is drowned out when the hunting party crashes through the foliage behind him and the screaming begins.

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AU Where Hanzo is Blind and Jesse is an eldritch being of sorts that drives men mad when they look upon him. They fall in love.

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And that's it for the Week 11 recs! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a recommendation.

If you happen to find a fic you love using this rec list, be sure to leave the author kudos and a comment! Even "I found this fic because someone recced it" is a lovely thing to say.

Come back next time for Week 12: "Simple Pleasures," or all the smutty PWPs your heart desires.

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 10 recs here, or check the full list of past and future themes here.

[automatonknight]

omg i would absolutley love to hear more about walenty if u still feel like talking!! i hold dst so close in my heart so seeing other people make ocs for it makez me so happy!!! how did he get to the constant? n like what was his life like before then? or has he alwayz lived there :0!! -plushpyro

this got super out of hand so i'm putting it under readmore. um teehee ^__^

UM!!! don't know where to start i could talk for HOURS probably but ok. maybe i'll start with the backstory. my idea for it is that basically he got into the constant via an antique voxola radio he found on a garage sale somewhere. it had a tag with an adress on it and being a teen he was like hey. hey let me go there that'd be funny. i think she originally planned to go with someone but ended up going alone, the other person got sick whatever. enter the nightmare hands and she's never seen again. (<i'm not superrr happy with that backstory but i can't think of anything better so. blehhh XP) before that kit was just a highschooler, her family was alright, life was okay etc etc. nothing special but also nothing bad. although kit was probably more like. shy and more of a loner. forgot to mention but he's also more "modern", i don't know if it would actually work in-game lore-wise but it probably got send to the constant like, 2018 the latest (which i should probably utilize more in my art tbh). he's also polish. i probably haven't mentioned that anywhere either. onto other things after getting to the constant it probably wanders around alone for a bit before finding the other survivors. top 10 happiest moments of its life etc etc. kind of interrupting the current flow but it also has the ability to turn into a werething, which is unique because it is by that affiliated with both the moon and the shadows but also both sides kind of hate her anyways lol. being werething doesn't give it any super like. powers it can just turn into a wolf-bear creature during full moons and where it is in grave danger. that's also why it has those funny features like animal ears, a tail and horns (speaking of! i always thought of the horns as something like a non-newtonian fluid in a sense that if you don't use force when interacting with them your hand would go through or they would bend out of shape before returning to how they were before, but if it were to ram into someone it would probably hurt, not like walenty would do that). its eyesight is still dogshit without glasses BUT it can probably hear and smell a bit better. ok now maybe onto relationships. i haven't thought about ALL the survivors in detail but i imagine she gets along pretty well with everyone. she used to be pissed off at maxwell for a bit but she got better now maxwell is like his lame ass uncle or whatever. it also has a father-son like relationship with wilson and they probably talk about science together, they're into different fields i imagine (walenty is more of an astronomy guy but he'll try to remember what he learnt in physics for higgsbury if he asks). either way they're silly together they make me very happy :]. she also feels like an older sibling figure to the other kids since she's like 16 and #responsible. also friends with woodie they go ice fishing together and they're both were(insert animal here). AND WITH WOLFGANG. he's also friends with him i think they're slavic besties :3. ok now that we have friendships out of the way he and WX fight all the fucking time. they hate eachother sooo much <not really they just get on eachother's nerves and who's there to stop them from throwing rocks at eachother. walenty probably pushed wx into a lake once and then felt genuinely bad until they threw her in the lake back and oh buddy it's on. <they both refuse to be the bigger person basically. the only instance in which they'll work together is if webber asks them. i would say more but i hit the character limit </3

[realjoearts]

A Little Introductory Context to TWODAD

okay so before i post all of the wolf art i should give some context as to what exactly i was doing with all this wolf art and what my intentions were with it all. this is going to be a long post so buckle up folks!

so basically they’re all part of an old project of mine called “The World Of Dawn And Dusk” (abbreviated to simply TWODAD) that i was extremely invested in during my early high school years (2018/2019). the origins of such a project lie in my obsession with warrior cats and wolves as this was about the time i got stuck into roleplaying on roblox and also on instagram (warrior cats specifically i only ever roleplayed wolves on wolves’ life). the original four characters that the story was initially based around were from a specific roleplay i had where i played as the main character, while roleplaying something just clicked in my head and i was like “wow i could make a story out of this”… then i dedicated my several years to the idea. since i created it all of the characters became unrecognisable from their original roleplay counterparts. also during this time i added in factors from outside of my little story realm such as my other interests at the: hamilton, dear evan hansen and undertale (with even more hyper specific references to the unfinished undertale fan project “Undertale The Narrator's Musical” by Echoflower Productions”). i’d go onto do several revisions of TWODAD which retconned some old stuff, had me trying to make the priorly mentioned references not as noticeably inspired and then later a revision which took them from being wolves to a race of elves who lived alongside physical personifications of their souls that came in the form of wolves which do everything alongside their elf and upon death the wolf absorbs the life essence of the elf and the two become one again as the wolf returns to run with the spirits of the past.

the story centred around a prophecy of two children being born who were destined to either save the world or let it be destroyed by an unspoken force. these children are born to the Light clan/pack (originally known as Hikari Pack because of course i had to make it japanese to sound more cool) and were named Dawn Pup and Dusk Pup, who happen to be the namesake of the story, by parents who were unaware their children were part of this prophecy. also as a side note i wrote the prologue to this so many times and it always just felt like the latter half of the Into The Wild prologue where Bluestar and Spottedleaf receive the prophecy that fire alone can save their clan. anyway the children begin to grow up but not before a demon possess Dawn and makes her almost kill her brother while he’s sleeping. this causes Dusk to gain a large scar across his side and onto his stomach and not to long after this attack he mysteriously vanishes into the night leaving Dawn an only child who isn’t actually an only child because she has a currently irrelevant older sister named Willow Lock who also mysteriously vanished into the forest as a child and was never seen again (weird how that happens lol). anyway Dawn is completely unaware of the demon living inside of her but the pack healer, Tulip Fur, is and thus convinces the pack’s leader, Silver Heart, to allow her to train Dawn as a healer for the pack. this request is approved despite the clan already having two healers anyway. Dawn isn’t the only healer in training either as there’s a strange child about the same age as her who’s began training under the other healer, Ripple Dock. as it turns out there’s more to the prophecy than it seems as on the very same night a loner gave birth to another child who plays a very important role in what’s to come and this kid’s name is Mud Pup (originally called Zira and that’s what he appears under in art). he’s only recently joined the pack as he was born as an outsider and was captured in Hikari hunting grounds. they only kept him because he was asking some very hyper specific questions about the camp layout and asking for wolves that had been dead for several decades at that point. turns out he’s been having prophetic like dreams of the clan’s past as he lives through the body of an old Hikari warrior named Colt Foot while also mentioning he’s seen things about the future of the clan also. that’s probably enough to make them let you stick around and it just so happened Ripple Dock has a position open for a prophetic apprentice. despite Tulip Fur and Ripple Dock hating each others guts Dawn and Mud hit it off and become best friends quick. basically skipping the whole events of the first story the pair save many lives during a snow storm and whiteout and they receive their full names (should be noted even with receiving their new names they’re still in training). those names being Dawn Fire and Mud Foot. if you’re wondering where Dusk is he’s in a cave somewhere doing loner stuff.

there is like so much more lore to this than what i’ve explained here and i’ll do other posts (probably not as long as this one) explaining stuff to do with the wolf art as it will most likely be needed. this is only scratching the surface i didn’t even explain their religion or the ancient packs of the land or even get into my favourite character White Eyes.

[sitp-recs]

hallo!! do you have any drarry case fics? like 10k to 20k in length, preferably sweet and fluffy?

thank you!! <3

Hi there! I don’t know many case fics within that range but I’m listing a few below. I also did a reclist a while ago, but most of those are over 20k. You can check it here if you like. Enjoy!

Fool Moon by @piarelei (2021, E, 10k)

Nobody ever told Harry that becoming a werewolf makes you stupid. Yes, being a werewolf gets him fired; yes, parents keep their kids away from him; yes, crowds smell awful. Everything that Hermione has told him after his first full moon has come true. But there was no one to sit him down, pat his back and inform him that his wolf-self would turn out to make the dumbest decisions one could ever settle on.

This Unexpected Windfall by mindabbles (2018, E, 11k)

Harry doesn’t like it when Draco is called in to work one of his cases. No. He doesn’t like it at all — at least that’s what he tells himself.

Polar Night by hereticalvision (2012, E, 13k)

Still in recovery from their break-up, Harry and Draco must travel through the arctic conditions of Svalbard to catch the last Death Eater still at large.

Spirited by mindabbles (2019, E, 14k)

Draco needs just a few good reviews on something called “The Yelp.” He’s finally on the verge of the perfect case when Harry bloody Potter decides to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.

...and with persons even worse by Leela (2013, M, 14k)

Someone's killing rentboys in Lower Knockturn, and the case is getting attention from the top. No one at the Ministry wants another Ripper, stalking Knockturn Alley or moving into Muggle London. Harry Potter agrees to go undercover, but can he keep his identity a secret when Draco Malfoy is the rentboy assigned to show him the ropes?

Espresso Patronum by tasteofshapes (2020, T, 15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

A Little Bird Told Me by Cibee (2021, M, 18k)

Harry and his partner are called to investigate a murder that occurred at an exclusive getaway hosted by Muggle patrician Robert Morton in his own house. The surviving six people are now both witnesses and suspects. There is just one problem for Harry: Draco Malfoy is one of them.

Benevolence and Redemption by silvered_glass (2021, M, 18k)

Draco's the most unlikely Auror recruited to the department in at least three centuries. Ostracised and unwanted, he's been on paperwork duties for the three years since he finished training. Harry is the Saviour of the Wizarding World with nice forearms and too-large hands who suddenly starts turning up in the Ministry gym when Draco’s there, and sitting on Draco’s desk, and asking for Draco’s assistance on cases.

A Light for Another's Dark by @p1013 (2020, M, 19k)

Every touch leaves a memory. For Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, this is literal. When Harry Potter goes missing, Draco is asked to use his ability to Read the memories embedded in the objects he touches to help find Potter. While following his trail, Draco’s only certain of one thing: what he learns about Harry Potter affects Draco's life more than he wants to admit, and, more worryingly, not just his life, but his heart.

A Song Without Words by Omi_Ohmy (2013, M, 20k)

When a violin goes missing, Draco has to work with Potter to clear both their names.

Transmutations by khasael (2015, M, 21k)

Harry needs help with his current Auror case, and it looks as if only Draco Malfoy can provide it. The Draco that Harry knew at school would never have agreed to do so... but maybe he's changed?

Heartlines by @sorrybutblog (2022, T, 22k)

Just as Draco Malfoy's life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor is spinning out of control. Auror partners Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson are assigned to the case and quickly find that nothing about the situation is obvious. The flare ups are unpredictable at best, downright dangerous at worst, and why has a Hogwarts first year gone missing at the same time?

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So I was told by a friend that with all the reading that I do it might be wroth it to do a fic rec. Now I can't promise that I will post regularly but I hope that you all enjoy these fics as much as I have! @princecharmingwinks this first ones’ for you! 

Edit: I’m tagging all my ficrecs with the tag #kitcheniskingficrecs so it will be easier for all of you to find the other recs that I do :)

Shots Fired by kits_lightning -( Rating: Explicit, Words: 4787, sterek).     

"Shut up." He clicked his radio on. “This is Mahealani I need an ambulance at my 20. Officer down, I repeat, officer down. I need an ambulance.”

The coldness in Stiles' arm was replaced by pain when Danny put all of his weight on it.

"Wow, Jackson rubbed off on you in a negative way." He joked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah well at least I had the decency to call a bus." Stiles could hear the sirens at a far distance of what he hoped was an ambulance getting closer.

"Yay, maybe Scott will be on call." He said with clear sarcasm. Scott was one of the best paramedics in the town but he was sooooo going to yell at Stiles when he finds out he got shot.

"If you think Scott's going to be mad, wait until your husband finds out."

Fuck.

Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather -(Rating: Explicit, Words: 23105, Sterek)                                                                                                         

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he's not expecting it to be Derek. He's not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that's coming for all of them. He probably should've, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

A (Sort of) Fairytale by briecheesie, daunt -(Rating: Mature, Words: 25800, Sterek)                                                                                                               

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family's lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Your Hands on Me by Emela -(Rating: T, Words: 2018, Sterek)                    

“Can you rub my belly?” he asked seriously. “Excuse me?” Stiles’ eyes widened. “Can you rub my belly,” he said again, face still serious. “But maybe without making any dog jokes? I just…I feel like I need it and…and I don’t want to ask anyone else.”ORThe one where Derek gets drugged and just wants Stiles to touch him.

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) -(Rating: T, Words: 58339, Sterek)                                               

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist. Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope. He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles. “I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

So Ive decided cuz its my first rec list to put too bonus fics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The first one is one of my favorites! its so beautifully written, and builds the story at such a nice pace that it hooks you in and you just want to finish it in one sitting (that's what I did) I hope you enjoy it as much as I have! 

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse -(Rating: Explicit, Words: 115506, Sterek)                                                                                                              

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me." Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war. Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother. In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

This fic is just amazing!

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy -(Rating: Explicit, Words: 52270, Sterek)                                                                                                    

Stiles can't remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he's there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

[syddsatyrn]

Love, Metal and Milkshakes Ch.4 (EddiexFemReader)

☆Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

☆Song: Still of the Night - White Snake

☆Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing, drug use, cigarettes, protected sex. Characters are all 18+

Minors DNI, scram!

☆Words: 3.1k

☆Notes: I'm sorry this took so long guyyyys. I've been busy with commissions, work and many other projects you'll see in the future. Series Master List For the next few days, you felt like you were floating. Nothing could put you in a bad mood, not even your mom's excessive questions about Eddie. You were able to unpack the majority of your things. You decorate your room to fit your aesthetic while the reverberation of heavy guitar and bass flow through the speakers of your cassette player in the background. The walls are covered in band posters, and you added some white Christmas lights to the wall closest to your bed. You filled your closet with all your black clothes and organized them neatly.

While you did some laundry, you had time to repaint your fingernails and toes black. You carefully applied the black nail polish, focusing on each digit, utilizing the small brush to cover each corner.  

You lay back and stare at the ceiling, trying to practice patience while your nails dry. The first thought that pops into your head is how much you missed that dorky metal head. You'd much rather be curled up against his chest watching a movie. Or cuddled up in the back of his van somewhere quiet. 

You've never had feelings for someone so quickly. It actually makes you feel kind of nauseous thinking about it. 

You confirm the polish has dried and opened the window. You reach over to your nightstand and pull a cigarette from the box. You carefully lean your torso out the window and light the stick between your lips. The smoke plumes from your mouth as you exhale. You rest your chin on your forearm and sigh. The previous song ends and changes to the next. 

♫"In the still of the night I hear the wolf howl, honey Sniffing around your door In the still of the night I feel my heart beating heavy Telling me I gotta have more In the shadow of night I see the full moon rise Telling me what's in store My heart start aching, my body started shaking And I can't take no more No, no, no Now I just want to get close to you And taste your love so sweet And I just want to make love to you Feel your body heat In the still of the night In the still of the night Over here baby"♫

The sky is cloudless, with an orange and purple hues. The afternoon sky is always such a vibe. You puff on your cigarette, arm hanging out the window. Your mind wanders back to that classroom where both of you confessed a lot of feelings...physically. You feel your face get a little hot. Maybe it’s just the direct sunlight. 

The phone rings loudly, it shakes you from your thoughts. You stub out the cigarette out on the coarse roof shingles and quickly shut the window.

"Y/N Pick up the phone!" Your mom shouts up the stairs. You practically sprinted to the phone in the hallway, your socks sliding on the linoleum as you picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" You answer quietly, dragging the phone to your room. 

"Whatcha doin' right now?" Eddie asks. 

You giggle, "Unpacking, cleaning, laundry..." You begin to list off all the productive things you've accomplished but Eddie cuts you off.

"Are you wearing pants?" he asks in a coquettish tone, only half joking.

"Pfff...and what if I'm not?" You scoff at his question.  

"Come over to my place? We can watch a movie and get stoned with me. I'll order a pizza." He says trying to cast out a line, hoping you'll take the bait. Who turns down free food and weed? 

"You don't have to bribe me to hang out, Eddie." You say with a chuckle.

"No bribes, I just wanna see you," Eddie says, his voice is like honey. You practically melt into a puddle on the floor. 

"I uh...can be there in a couple of hours?"

You grab a pen on your nightstand and Eddie proceeds to give you directions to the Forest Hills Trailer Park. 

"See you soon, Milkshake." Eddie says and hangs up.

You're never gonna live down that nickname. But it's starting to grow on you. If it wasn't for that fateful day when you ended up covered in an airborne milkshake you would've never met such a kind soul. You get dressed and pack up your backpack with some essentials. 

You quickly laced up your boots and grabbed your skateboard. You take off after going through the monotonous routine of telling your mom where you'll be and reassuring her you'll be fine. You slid a pair of headphones over your ears and hopped on your board. You could have asked Eddie to pick you up, but it's so nice outside and you've grown fond of the crisp fresh air in Hawkins. 

When you see the sign for the trailer park, you hop off your skateboard and carry it by the trucks. You make your way up the dirt path and spot Eddie's trailer with his van parked out front. You take a deep breath as you walk up to the front porch and climb the steps. You knock on the door and swallow your nerves. 

You can hear muffled metal music playing behind the door and a pair of heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. Eddie opens the door and you smile. He’s wearing a Dio shirt with the sleeves cut off paired with his black jeans.  Before you can even say hello his lips met yours. You swear your heart was going to beat through your chest. Eddie’s hand brushes a few strands of hair away from your face and cups your cheek. His touch sends a shiver down your spine as you quietly whine into his mouth. Your face glows red and your muscles tense up. 

"Missed you." He whispers against your lips. You were at a loss for words, and Eddie takes great pleasure in catching you off guard. He loves watching you stammer and lose control of yourself.  

"I…uh m-missed you too." You faltered as he laced his fingers with yours. He pulls you inside the trailer and shuts the door. 

Eddie’s place looks relatively normal. There's an impressive collection of mugs in the kitchen and caps lining the wall above the main window. The smell of weed and Eddie's cologne already has you feeling hazy. He leads you down the hall to his room. Surprisingly his place feels rather comfortable, even though you've never been here before. Eddie leads you to his room and you take in the little details. Black Sabbath plays softly in the background through his cassette player, his warlock guitar hangs from the mirror on top of his dresser. Eddie’s room is lined with band posters and artwork, just like yours. His space was a little messy, more disorganized than anything. The metal head picks up an already lit cigarette out of the ashtray and places it between his lips. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

You take a seat on his bed and drop your bag to the floor. Eddie sits next to you. You lean your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head. His arm wraps around you and pulls you just a bit closer. Eddie puts out his cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table. "I like your room, it's cozy." You remark while still looking around. You turn your head and see a pair of handcuffs hanging from the closet door knob. 

"What exactly are those for?" You giggle and point to the cuffs.

"Maybe one day you'll find out." He says with a low voice that makes your legs squeeze together. Eddie quickly changes the subject. He doesn't want to scare you off. "I rented a couple of movies. I know you like the horror genre so I ended up getting Day of the Dead and Invaders from Mars."

"Both sound good." You say and slip your hand over his knee. He pulls a pre-rolled joint from the drawer and lights it. He takes a couple of puffs and hands them to you. You place the joint between your lips and inhale the thick earthy smoke. Your previous dealer never had stuff this good. He also refused to give you any deals or help you out because you turned him down for a date.

"I gotta admit, Munson. This is some good shit…" You comment and take another puff. “...I could get used to having a cute boy deliver my weed.”

“Only the best for my favorite.” Eddie chuckles. “I know this guy, Reefer Rick...He’s something else. But he hooks me up pretty often.” He explains and you burst out laughing.

“Reefer Rick? You’re kidding me. That's his name? Hilarious.” You giggle, Eddie is just happy he can make you laugh. He wants to hear that laugh as often as possible. He wants to be the one to make you smile all the time. He wants to be the one to make you do other things too…

When you hand the joint back, Eddie inhales as much of the thick smoke as he can. He leans in close, lips almost touching yours. Eddie cups your chin and slowly exhales. You've seen this done before but you've never actually done it yourself. You purse your lips and inhale, the smoke traveling from his lips to yours, from his lungs into yours. 

When you both exhale you close the gap and kiss him intensely. He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. Being vulnerable isn’t easy for you, fortunately, Eddie could see right through your tough exterior. He sees the soft, squishy emotions underneath it all.   

You decide to straddle his lap, sick of the distance between you both. He places his hand on the small of your back to steady you as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” You ask playfully.

“You. Always you. You’re like a virus or something.” He teases, his voice softens. “I think about you constantly and it’s intoxicating.” Eddie has been holding back his desire to ravage you and make you his. Last time wasn't enough, you both wanted more, but a high school classroom wasn't the ideal location. 

You couldn't handle the tension any longer and something in you snapped like a distressed rubber band. Your lips enveloped his but this time it was different, you nipped his bottom lip, and Eddie's hand slipped under your shirt and up your spine. You part your lips and allow him entrance to your mouth.

Eddie was losing his cool. He couldn't handle how soft your skin is and how your bodies fit so perfectly together. He pulls away for oxygen and places sloppy kisses down from your jaw to your neck. You tug on his shirt and he lifts his arms in the air allowing you to remove it. His hand unclasped your bra and you both struggled to remove your top. You toss the clothes carelessly into an unknown corner of the room. 

"Mmm, I think I'm in love." He comments while cupping your breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. You roll your eyes and gently push him. Eddie lays back flat on the mattress with you still straddling his waist. You leave little bite marks and bruises down his neck to his collarbone. You could feel his cock harden and twitch under you. Just a couple of layers of denim prevent you from pure bliss. 

"Fuck, Y/N, you're killing me," Eddie says with a quiet moan. He rolls you over onto your back and you yelp. His hands find the button of your shorts between sloppy kisses. Eddie gets up off the bed and tugs your shorts and panties down to your ankles. You kick them off and Eddie is struck silent by your nude frame laying in his bed. 

"I have a present for you. But you gotta promise to be a good girl okay?" He asks and you nod. The phrase made you squirm a little. Eddie kneels down in front of the bed and parts your knees. He begins kissing your inner thigh keeping his eyes fixed on yours, waiting for you to protest. 

You didn't, Eddie swiped his finger through your slit gently, feeling the slick wetness between his fingers. "Tell me if you want me to stop at any point okay?" He asks, making sure this is what you really want to do. You nod again and Eddie wastes no time and slips his tongue between your folds and moans at the taste. 

You throw your head back and let out a breathy moan. Your fingers grip the sheets and your back arches. Eddie's tongue flicks and massages your most sensitive spot as he squeezes your hips. He adds more pressure and speed as the seconds go by. You can't suppress the whines that escape your throat. When Eddie adds two fingers, you cry out, "Please don't stop" in between heaving breaths, "m'gonna cum".

"I’ve gotchu pretty girl, don’t worry.” His words were dripping with desire. 

Your fingers card through Eddie's hair as you hold his head, your thighs lock tighter around his head as you moan his name. Your body trembles and he licks you through your high and you slowly turn into a puddle just for him. When Eddie raises his head between your thighs he wipes his chin.

"Mhmm…that's my girl." He praises while littering your shaking thighs with kisses. "You are so so pretty…" He whispers against your skin.

"Do you have a…uh." You stuttered, words getting the best of you. Eddie is surprised, he wasn't sure how far you wanted to take this. 

"Condom? Yes." He answers. Eddie walks over to his dresser and pulls out a condom from his top drawer. Your blood is pumping hard and your face feels hot. Eddie tears the foil and drops his pants, his cock springs free and he slides the condom down his length. 

He climbs back on top of you and you wrap your arms around his neck. "You want more?" 

"Yes, please." You plead, and Eddie smirks and cocks his head to the side.

"So polite. This is a side of you I haven't seen yet. Your wish is my command, sweetheart." He says teasingly. The head of his cock presses against your entrance. He slid in rather easily and bottomed out and you groaned into his shoulder. He sets a steady pace and watches you unravel beneath him. You can feel him in your stomach, Eddie’s name and various swears escape your lips.

“That's it, you’re doing so well, lovely. Mmm…My name sounds so much better when you scream it.” He says in a low, gravelly voice. He continues to hit that one spot deep in your core.

“Fuck…Eddie…faster please.” You begged followed by another sinful moan. Your release is building, starting with a coil in your stomach and stiff muscles. Eddie’s mouth ghosts down your neck until he rests his chin on your shoulder. He isn’t far behind you, he feels you clench around him and can't contain himself any longer.

You dissolve into pleasure, chanting your boyfriend's name and squeezing him tight. Your back arches and you dig your fingernails into his shoulders.

“Fuuuckk…” Eddie groans and he spills inside of you, he continues to slowly fuck into your slack body. You ride that high as Eddie presses sweet kisses all over your shoulder and collarbone. He pulls out of you slowly and discards the condom in a small trash can nearby. Eventually your breathing goes back to normal, but you're exhausted. Eddie cant seem to find your shirt so he just tosses you one of his. You like his stuff better anyways.

Eddie replaces his boxers and throws on a shirt. You found your shorts somehow kicked under his bed. You pull them up over your hips as promptly envelops you in his arms. He whispers sweet praises in your ear which make you blush and giggle.

“So good for me…”

“You’re so hot. I am so lucky.”

“My good girl…”

He just sits and holds you there for a moment, one pressing the small of your back, the other on the back of your head. Stuff like this is the reason why you know he's not just using you for sex. Eddie is too soft to you, like he's afraid to break you if he's too rough. He takes your hand and offers you a cigarette, you happily pull one from the pack and place it between your lips.

“I'm gonna order Pizza, I’ll be outside in a few. There’s a lighter on the railing out there.” You walk down the hall and out the front door. The late evening set in and the sky was getting dark. You could see speckled stars across the sky, the air was crisp and cool. You light your cigarette and lean against the railing. It's getting kind of late, you seem to have lost track of time. 

You're at that point in the evening where you need to decide if you want to go home or ask to stay with Eddie.

Speak of the devil, he pops open the door and joins you outside. Eddie wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind and you hand him your cigarette. 

"Mhhm…so hear me out." He says while nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "What if you just stayed here? With me?"

"I was actually just about to ask you." You chuckle. Your mother isn't going to be too happy but you'll pay any price as long as you wake up to that face. "Can I?" You ask sweetly.

"Mhm…Be my guest." He says, punctuating his sentence with a peck on your cheek. He puts out the cigarette and you both head back inside. You called your mother and she wasn't thrilled. 

"Just…be careful and use protection for god sakes." She harps. "Please call me if I need to come get you."

"Mooommm, I'll be fine. I'm hanging up now. Love you, bye." You hang up quickly and sigh. Eddie hands you a pair of his sweatpants. The evening went as planned, after eating you were exhausted. You fell asleep halfway through "Invaders from Mars" while curled up in Eddie's arms.

Eventually Eddie convinces you to come to bed with him. You reluctantly follow him and crawl under his covers. Everything smells like him, your clothes, the pillows. It makes you feel safe and relaxed, or is that just the marijuana lingering in your brain?

Eddie finally slides under the covers with you and wraps his body around yours. He cards his fingers through your hair and leaves a kiss on your temple.

"Good night, sweetheart."

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Movie Premieres

Summary: You and Tyler at your first premiere as a couple

I wipe down my dress one last time looking over at Tyler with a smile. He looks so handsome right now, his hair is done, his beard is neat and shiny, his suit looks amazing and he smells so good I want to bury my nose in his neck and never come out

“You ready?” he asks turning towards me with a soft smile.

“Better question is if you’re ready”, I laugh, “It’s your movie not mine”.

Tyler smiles getting out of the car and walking around to open my door for me. I step out gracefully fixing my dress before looking up at him and smiling. He returns the smile with a loving look before we turn to face the carpet. A murmur flutters through the paparazzi as they begin to furiously take pictures.

Tyler squeezes my hand in support, I smile at him once more before he pulls me closer to him so he can wrap his strong arm around my waist. We smile brightly at the cameras as we make our way up the carpet posing every so often so they can admire our looks for the evening. It was our first public appearance as a couple after two years of dating.

It wasn’t like we were hiding the relationship; well we were in the beginning so many rumours had floated around while he was with Brittany we didn’t want anyone to say he was dishonest in his relationship with her even though we got together a whole year after they broke up.

We continue to smile and pose until we’re both called over for interviews.

“Y/N! Y/N! Over here please!” One of them calls microphone ready in hand.

I make my way over smiling brightly. “Hi” I say waving at the camera in a playful way

“Wow Y/N, we didn’t expect you here tonight” the interviewer gushes”, and looking so lovely as well. Who are you wearing, and you have to tell us… any surprise cameos we should know about?”

“No no nothing like that” I laugh, “I’m strictly here as eye candy tonight I’m afraid and I’m wearing a good friend of mine Elie Saab”. I do a little twirl to show off my gorgeous black and white dress. It’s a bit old being from the 2011 Spring Summer collection but it was gorgeous. Just the right thing to wear for tonight.

“Yes, we saw you come in on the arm of Tyler Hoechlin your former Teen Wolf Co-Star” The interviewer confirms looking over to the camera with a cheeky look. “Are you here tonight to confirm the rumours that you too have developed your relationship since the end of the show last year?” She asks winking at me

“I’m mostly here to support him but I suppose I’m here to confirm the rumours too” I answer honestly.

The interviewer pauses for a second before asking her next question “So you two are going out?

“Yes, we are” I nod smiling widely “have been for just over two years now actually. Its mad to actually say that out loud for once. I think you might be the first non-friend or family person I’ve said it to”. A small chuckle leaves my mouth as I watch the interviewer look over t the camera man with a wild and happy look

“So how did this relationship happen and how did you keep it secret”

“Well it started around Christmas 2016 actually” I say remembering the evening well. “We kept it quiet so we could find our feet ourselves and sure people started rumours but I mean there’s always been rumours about us so I guess it didn’t take as much this time. Ironic isn’t it”

“I guess so” she laughs. “How was it been for the two of you. You’ve had a very busy year and so has he. How did ye make time for each other?”

“Oh 2017 as a whole was quite hard as a new couple” I say shaking my head at the memories of long night and endless days of shoots. “I was gone like all of the time with Avengers Infinity War shoots and re shoots and then he was obviously shooting for this in 2018 and the I was shooting for marvel once again. It was a lot of facetimes and long phone calls but we made it work. Especially with him being on Supergirl so often I could see him when I was shooting for Dc Legends of Tomorrow. I think that helped us a lot. I also think it came down to the fact that I have been so busy with work in the past that I loose special things I have with people and I just honestly love Tyler so much the thought of that was like horrible, I couldn’t let it happen so I put in a lot of work and so did he and now we’re here two years later”

“Wow” the interviewer sighs happily, “that’s so wonderful and beautiful to hear. Are you excited to see this movie with him officially out as your boyfriend tonight?”

“Oh I’m so excited” I grin “When he told me he got cast I was immediately like do I get to see you have sex with Dakoda Johnson! like please tell me I do! and when he told me no I was a bit bummed but I supported him anyways and I’m really happy for him honestly. He had such fun making the movie and he told me all these stories from on set so I’m super excited to actually meet everyone now and see if they live up to expectations.

“So are we you’ll have to tell us all about it after the movie” she smiles laughing slightly

“Oh definitely” I agree, “I’ll give you a full run down and give everyone a score out of 10 n all”

“Can’t wait!”

I smile once more waving goodbye to the camera before walking over to where Tyler was posing for some picture. When he sees me his face lights up.

“Hey” he says wrapping his arm around my waist. “You were there for a while what was she asking you”

“Just girile talk about how you’re my boyfriend and how much I looove you” I tease looking up and batting my eyelashes at him playfully

He squeezes me making me giggle. “You are so cute” he smiles, making me blush slightly.

I’ve been going out with this man for two years and he still manages to reduce me to a puddle with a smile. I grin at him for a moment before turning to face the cameras resting my head on Tyler’s chest so the paparazzi can take some cute pictures. As I do I feel him lean down pressing a light kiss on my forehead as he whispers “I love you Y/N”.

Oh the things this man does to me.

[savior-of-humanity]

I’ve been playing God of War: Ragnarok lately and Man. Oh Man. Oh my god. (spoilers and rambling below the cut)

Okay so first and foremost, I should clarify that I have not beaten the game yet. I’m currently only up to Vanaheim at the moment. That being said, there are spoilers for the game up to this point, so reader beware.

Anyways.

I really, really love how this game makes references to stuff you’ve done in 2018 (to clarify, I platinum’d that game, but I never beat it on Give Me God of War difficulty), though I’ve only really seen references to gear you’ve gotten from stuff like, say, the special armor you can get from completing Niflheim (FUCK NIFLHEIM ALL MY HOMIES FUCKING HATE NIFLHEIM), and freeing the Valkyries/beating Sigrun. So far the most prominent examples I can think of are;

- Thor mentioning Sigrun in the first time you fight him

- Brok (and Sindri?) asking about the Niflheim armor (or at least I’m assuming that’s what they were referring to when the dialogue came up)

- Atreus mentioning the Valkyries when Freya shows up to Beat Your Ass

Speaking of Thor.

That moment??? When he fucking kills you and brings you back to life with his hammer??? Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. OUGHHHH MY GOD. IT THREW ME FOR SUCH A FUCKING LOOP WHEN IT HAPPENED.

I also fucking POGGED SO HARD when the game switches to playing as Atreus when he’s sneaking out to go see Freya. Like, oh my god? Honestly I think I enjoy playing as him a little more than I do Kratos but that might just be my bias talking tbh.

I also REALLY like how the game handles the temporary companions you get when Kratos/Atreus aren’t around, and how they’re unique in their own ways. Sindri staying on the sides but throwing debuffing attacks at enemies, Brok stunning enemies so that you can execute them, Angrbroda using her Paint Magic(?) and summoning a bird, and Freya with her hexing magic. (I’m thinking Atreus might be able to get access to similar abilities since her abilities are needed to break certain obstacles, i.e the fungus vines)

Also. I was kind of expecting Atreus to have a sort of “mini-Spartan Rage” ability since we briefly saw him Rage back in 2018 before he became very ill, but him BEING ABLE TO TURN INTO A FUCKING WOLF IS THE COOLEST SHIT EVER. I’m hoping that maybe we can choose different animal forms for him to shift into since so far he also has a Bear Form but I’m not counting on it personally.

Just. Man. I have so much fucking love for this game.

[babybluebex]

good doctor kreizler ch.5: evil begets good

summary | part 5 of good doctor kreizler // safely back in your husband's arms, you try to piece together your lost days, and find a way to come to terms with both what happened to you and what laszlo did. pairing | laszlo kreizler (the alienist, 2018-) x female!reader (y/n) word count | 3.4k warnings | MAJOR HURT/COMFORT BESTIES, references to torture, graphic descriptions of bodily harm, mentions of death/murder, vague reference to infant death, trauma regarding pregnancy/birth, aftermath of kidnapping author's note | IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO COME OUT OMG but she's here now lmao enjoy!!

(gif cred to @lindir)

You heard voices. Deep, rumbling things, burrowing far into your chest. You could hardly understand what they were saying, but you recognized the sound of your own name. They were speaking quietly and muffled, almost like whoever was speaking was doing it in order not to wake you up. Was it just dark wherever you were, or were your eyes even open? You truly didn’t know. You couldn’t gauge anything around you. No sights nor smells nor feelings clued you into anything presently, and your limbs felt too heavy to be real. Were you even alive? You tried to recall the past hours (had it been merely hours? Days, maybe? Weeks, even?), but there was nothing. You could recall your son, Friedrich Wolfgang, little Freddie Wolf, as you called him in your thoughts, being put in your arms, and the burning hot adoration that grew in your chest at the sight of your son. Was Friedrich okay? Was he hurt? Was he even alive? You wondered if perhaps you had died from puerperal fever, and this was your purgatory, never really knowing what became of your son or your husband—

Husband. Laszlo. Was he alive? Surely, whatever had claimed you couldn’t have claimed Laszlo. He was stronger than you, in will and mind and body, he wasn’t the type to let a paltry illness bring him to his end. So what had happened to him? Maybe you were hearing him from behind the veil of death, as a ghost that was bound to the house where you had died. You wanted to call out his name. You wanted to scream and cry and wail, you wanted to see him. But your mouth was heavy. Your lips were made of lead, and you tried to make a noise in your throat to tell your visitors that you were there.

Then, one of the deep voices swam into your ear, watery and thin. “She’s awake,” he said.

“Is she?” a deep, accented voice asked, and your heart leaped. Laszlo! He was speaking! “How can you tell?”

“She made a noise,” the first voice said. “Y/N? Are you waking up?”

You started again, trying in vain to speak, and you felt a warm and rough hand on your cheek. You could recognize your husband’s touch anywhere, and your skin warmed at his contact. Finally, with a force that exhausted you, your lips parted. When you spoke, though, you didn’t ask after Laslzo. You didn’t ask after John Schulyer Moore or Sara Howard or even yourself: “My baby.”

And then, your eyes opened. Your eyelids felt like they were sewed shut and opening them took more effort than anything previously, and you squinted in the brightness of the room. You were in your bedroom, curled up in your husband’s soft blankets. The windows were shut and the curtains drawn, only a single candle giving any sort of light. In the light, you saw John Schulyer Moore sitting at the foot of your bed. He was in an inappropriate state of undress, only his pants, suspenders, and stained undershirt. His hair was limp on his forehead, his blue eyes tired, and he sucked at his pipe for a moment as he watched you like a hawk. His skin was glistening in the candlelight, sweat of some kind. Your gaze left John, and instead turned to the man sitting beside you on the soft mattress. You had never, ever seen Laszlo look so broken. He had bruises littering his face and neck and arms, his left eye shaded with a bruise. His thick mustache was coated with blood, his nose stained with it. His strong hand was on your cheek, but you could see, on his exposed, injured wing, that his knuckles were bloody and pink and raw; you could only imagine why his right hand looked like that and, if his lame arm was injured, what did his left hand look like? What had become of your good doctor, your dearest husband?

“Laszlo,” you whimpered. Your throat was dry, and every word felt like it would make blood bloom from the back of your throat. “My baby. Where’s my baby?”

“Calm down, my beloved,” Laszlo told you, shushing you softly. His lips were stained red as well, and you knew that the stain was blood.

You started to cry. You just did not understand what was happening. Why were you so tired? Why did John and Laszlo look so beleaguered? What had happened to you? Quickly, Laszlo shook his head and stepped away, and you heard him mumble, “I can’t, I just can’t—”

“Where’s Freddie?” you whimpered. “Laszlo, where’s our baby? Is he safe?”

“He’s safe,” John said swiftly, answering for your husband. “He’s asleep in his nursery, Sara is watching over him. Let’s focus on you, though, are you okay?”

“What happened to you, Las?” you asked, reaching out for your husband. As you moved your hand, though, you found your hand swaddled in gauze, and even the sight of it made pain shoot up your arm.

“To me?” Laszlo scoffed, wiping at his forehead with a stained handkerchief. “Oh, my beloved, you should be concerned with yourself. Are you in pain?”

You couldn’t hide it anymore, especially not from Laszlo. Doctoral degree or not, he was your husband, and it was no use trying to hide anything from him. “Yes,” you whispered. “Oh, sweetheart, what happened to us?” Tears dripped from your eyelashes as you tried to grab your husband’s arm, but the pain in your fingers was too great. You couldn’t even bring yourself to grasp his hand. “Laszlo, what happened?”

Laszlo shushed you and settled on the edge of the bed, and he sighed with the weight whatever had befallen you. “This is not easy for me,” he started quietly. “I… I let this happen to you. I’m a dreadful husband, I’m afraid. But… Several nights ago, you gave birth to our son. He’s a beautiful little thing, so full of life and curiosity. But we left you alone for just a moment, and… He came. The same man who had been committing our murders. He saw you as some twisted version of Mother Mary; and by extension, he saw our son as the Messiah, a savior. But Beecham wasn’t interested in Freddie. He… You were abducted, my beloved, right from under our noses.”

“Were you taken as well?” you asked. Laszlo’s words swam around in your head, never really sticking, but present enough for you to understand. Beecham abducted you. Who was Beecham? Laszlo spoke as if you should know who that was.

“No,” Laszlo said, and he sucked in air through his teeth. “My injuries are from getting you home, I’m afraid. Yesterday morning, we were able to locate Beecham to the Croton Reservoir, just outside of town. When we arrived, John armed himself with a gun, and we scoured the dark passageways… I was the one to find you. It’s a sight I’m afraid I’ll never forget.”

“Tell me,” you said firmly. Your chest burned and your throat was weeping in pain, but you had to know what Laszlo saw. “Laszlo, what did you see?”

Your husband’s dark eyes drifted down to his lap, and he sighed again. “I saw you,” he started softly. “Laying on the concrete floor… Your skin had more bruises than it had clean spots. You were naked, and you were… Covered in blood. It had dried in your hair, coated your entire body. You weren’t moving, and I… Fuck. I became angry. Angry at myself for failing you, angry at Beecham for-for killing you, angry at the universe and whatever demented God would tear a mother away from her man and child. I could only see red.”

You took a steadying breath, and you didn’t even bother asking Laszlo in what ways you were hurt before you were lifting the sheet and blankets to view your body. John jumped up, as if to stop you, and Laszlo jolted and gave a quick “Y/N, no—”, but it was too late.

Your body was destroyed. Your skin was still stained with blood, tinged pink with it. Your breasts were carved to pieces, your nipples all but nonexistent. Even looking at it made pain rocket through the injury. You moved your sight downwards, to four cuts on your abdomen that resembled the cuts on that poor boy’s body from so long ago, like the cuts on your mother’s body. It did not take your husband’s intellect for you to know that Beecham had destroyed you from the inside. Your tears started to fall, but you kept looking. Your legs were slashed, every inch covered in puffy cuts; you knew that Laszlo had cleaned your injuries, but the sight of them still hurt your heart. Your arms were the next significant victims: your wrists were bound in thick gauze, and you couldn’t flex them; likely, there were wooden splints in the gauze. Broken wrists, no doubt. Each finger was wrapped in gauze, a few dotted with brown blood, and you struggled to unwind the fabric. You expected Laszlo to try to stop you, but instead he carefully took your hand in his grasp and slowly undid the bloodied fabric from your fingers. Your fingertips were massacred, no nail in sight on any of them. All that lay there for you was sensitive and raw skin.

“Beecham hurt you in every way that would inhibit you being a mother,” Laszlo whispered. His grip was gentle as he rebandaged your fingers, and he held your hand in his lap when he was done. “You can’t breastfeed. You can’t hold him. You... “ Laszlo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, and a tear slipped out from his eyelashes. “He had gone in and mutilated your womb. When I got you home, I tried everything I could to save it, but… His lack of expertise did the job he intended. My beloved, I… I’m afraid that Freddie is the last child you’ll be able to give me.”

“Laszlo,” you whispered. “Oh, God, Laszlo. What do we do? We-We have to tell Teddy, he’ll send someone to find Beecham and arrest him!”

“Jail’s too good for him,” Laszlo said quickly. “Living is too rich for him. You didn’t let me finish earlier… I was angry, and I was confused, and I was hurt, and as I was weeping over what I thought was your corpse, Beecham revealed himself. I didn’t even let him speak before I was on him… For the second time in my life, I couldn’t control my own actions. I just… Did. I beat him until he was on the floor, and I kept on. I kept on until he was coughing blood, until he was begging like a coward for his life, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t stop until John got me around the middle and pulled me away, and all I remember is John yelling ‘You killed him, you killed him’... And that I did. That man was dead. When Teddy asked me about it, I told him that he was attacking me — which was true, he did fight back, but he eventually stopped while I didn’t— and I killed him out of self-defense.”

“Laszlo,” you whispered, hushed and terrified and so awed. Your husband, your gentle Laszlo, had killed someone? “You killed that man? Why? To-To avenge me?”

“No,” Laszlo said. “I wasn’t trying to avenge you. I was just angry. I-I have never reacted like that before, and it scares me that I did react like that. Just with unimaginable violence… But John pulled me away, and I noticed that you were stirring. So I covered you in my coat and brought you home, and… You’ve been here ever since.”

“How long have I been in this bed?” you asked.

Laszlo ran his tongue along his lips, and he said, “Several days. It’s the second of January now.”

Your sobs escaped your body painfully, and you folded up on yourself. Distantly, through your tears, you were aware of Laszlo ushering John out of the room, and quickly, you were enveloped in your husband’s warmth. His arms were tight around you, but not suffocating, and you turned to your side to bury your face in Laszlo’s warm chest. This was your husband, the man you loved and cared for. He smelled like himself, a little spicy but warm and comfortable, and his soft chest was better than any pillow on the bed. Your arms went around him as you swallowed back your painful whimpers, and you sighed heavily into him.

Laszlo moved a little slowly as he began to undress himself. He still wore his long-sleeved shirt, although the cuffs were unsecured and his stiff collar was nowhere to be seen, no waistcoat of any sort, with his suspenders hanging at his waist. His pants were his usual affair, sagging a bit with the suspenders, and you were shocked to see no socks or shoes at all. Laszlo never went barefoot in the house, always choosing some sort of slipper option. You helped him undress where you could, pushing his shirt off and his pants down, and Laszlo slipped underneath the covers once he was nude. His soft and warm body pressed against yours, his thick arms encircling you, and, with his split and bruised lip, he laid a soft kiss in your hair. “Nobody’s ever going to hurt you again,” he whispered. His voice was thick and his accent was heavy, and he pressed his mouth onto your head. Your face nuzzled deep into his chest, and you felt a little at ease feeling his soft chest hair against your cheek. Things were getting back to normal, even if it was by incremental amounts. You were in your husband’s safe arms once more, your cheek on his chest, his mouth on your head. It felt almost like the night you got married, the way Laszlo had made love to you and held you until you fell asleep. At the very least, you considered, there was no doubt that he loved you. Laszlo had killed your attacker; that was the deepest form of love that you could concoct.

“I bought you a Christmas present,” you started softly. “I meant to give it to you, but… I-It’s in the bottom drawer of my dresser, under my stockings.”

“My beloved,” Laszlo sighed. “I thought you said we weren’t doing presents.”

“I did,” you sighed, and you nuzzled your chin into Laszlo’s chest. “But I was going to surprise you.”

Laszlo took a deep breath and cleared his throat, and he moved from your embrace. Out of bed, he went over to the dresser, and he tugged open the drawer and extracted the small leather book. Laszlo gave you a curious look, and came back to nestle underneath the covers as he unwound the ribbon from the book and opened it. His eyes searched the first page for a moment, then he carefully read, “‘You and your work are an inspiration, Dr. Kreizler. I hope to write things like what you have seen. If you ever find yourself in Boston, drop by; I’d love to share a brandy and see what curiosities I can pick from your mind. Edgar A. Poe.’ Dearest… You got me a collection of Poe? I didn’t think you knew I read his work.”

“You get a Boston newspaper delivered to the house,” you began. “I got curious and scanned an issue, and I saw something that that Poe fellow had written, and I figured that was what you were after.”

“What would I ever do without you?” Laszlo whispered. He set the book aside and carefully hugged you, tugging you on top of him and between his legs to allow you to rub your cheek against his skin. “I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered. “Wh-Where’s Freddie?”

“In his nursery,” Laszlo whispered, brushing your hair flat. “Would you like me to fetch him?”

“Please,” you said softly. “I need to see my little boy.”

Laszlo nodded in agreement, and he slipped from bed once more. This time, though, he wrapped his dark robe around himself and tugged on a pair of silken pajama pants, and you watched his bare foot move about as he opened the bedroom door and left for only a moment.

The silence was terrifyingly loud to you, but thankfully you only had to hear it for a moment before a soft coo came to your ears. You adjusted your gaze up from the window and your beautiful silk curtains to see Laszlo standing in the doorway, carrying Freddie like a little loaf of bread in the crook of his good arm. The little thing was nestled up in a blanket, the one that Lucius had knitted for him, and his eyes were like that of a doe. He looked like his father and seemed curious, just like Laslzo as well. Your instincts made you reach for him, but the dull throb of your broken wrists made you recoil. Laszlo seemed to be one step ahead of you, though, because he settled himself on the edge of the bed and unfurled your tiny little boy from his woolen swaddle. His soft skin was warm against yours as Laszlo settled Freddie on his tummy on top of your chest, and your son gave an odd squeal, almost like that of appreciation. Then, you realized: for the first time in his life, he was laying on his mother’s breast. He was hardly a week old, and was finally getting the contact he needed and wanted. You tilted your head as you watched Freddie’s little movements, adjusting to you and your body, and your chest warmed when the bitty baby gave what you could only call a contented sigh. He was home.

“He cried a little at first,” Laszlo whispered. “A newborn separated from his mother, you know. But I had him on my chest one night, trying to get any kind of skin-to-skin contact… Contact with the father is not as vital as that of the mother, but in a mother’s absence… But he’s got a personality, I’ll say that. He loves bathtime and will fall asleep when you’re washing his hair. He likes to listen to Cyrus play the piano but absolutely despises anything Mozart wrote, almost like it’s an innate instinct inside him; Cyrus tried to play Piano Concerto No.20 last night, and Freddie fussed up a storm, and…” Laszlo paused to laugh and scratch at his eyebrow, in a pleased yet confused fashion. “And the little bastard would not stop farting until Cyrus stopped.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Laszlo’s words, and you placed a kiss on Freddie’s forehead. “You don’t care for Mozart?” you asked him. “Well, that will break your father’s heart in two, my love. But perhaps it’s best, now Papa will stop playing Mozart on the gramophone every night.”

Laszlo shrugged. “Maybe it’s time to listen to a little Debussy,” he said. “I’ve spent much of my life listening to Mozart.”

“Debussy would be nice,” you said softly. “Maybe we could play Clair de Lune for Freddie at night. Would you like that, little boy? Some nice Clair de Lune? That’s one of Mommy’s favorites.”

“Clair de Lune it is,” Laszlo said with a nod, and Freddie gave a well-timed coo, as if to say, Yes, Clair de Lune is a good choice. Laszlo looked upon his son with such reverence, but turned his attention back to you in a second. “I am so in love with you, Mrs. Kreizler.”

“I’m glad I’m home,” you whispered. You glanced up at your husband to find his dark eyes glossy again, and you whispered, “Kiss me, Laszlo Kreizler.”

It seemed like your good doctor had been holding himself back, because he closed the gap between you in an instant. His healing lip tasted a little bit like blood and his ungroomed facial hair stung your cheeks a little, but it was home. The house in New York City was not home, nor was the bed you laid in. Laszlo was your home. It did not seem to matter when or where he was; wherever Laszlo was, that’s where you were. His big hand held your face as he kissed you, and when he parted, it felt like he was tearing himself apart from some cosmic force. “I love you,” he whispered. “My most beloved. You’re so strong. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled and gave him another quick kiss, and you whispered, “Abduction… Torture… You’ll have to try harder to get rid of me, Las.”

And then, Laszlo Kreizler laughed. “There’s my best girl.”

[f1-disaster-bi]

Omg werewolf Lando! Any details of the plot and characters? Will lando be the one suffering angst?

Yes! Werewolf Lando!

It's actually a continuation of an au I wrote for Em (wolfsbanesbite) for Sebastian/Michael!

You can read that here

The idea for the Daniel/Lando addition is that Daniel notices Lando during 2018 when he's at McLaren getting ready to drive for them and feels a pull that he thinks means Lando is meant to be part of his and Michael's small pack. Lando is a turned wolf, newly turned and struggling with it and Daniel helps him, and Lando later joins the pack

The main angst comes from Lando and Daniel realising (in late 2020) that the pull isn't platonic but Daniel pushes him away because he doesn't want Lando to feel he 'owes' him anything and he's scared Lando might only have a hero worship for him because he helped him with his wolf

There may be some other angst 👀

But there will be lots of scared/anxious lando at the start when he's struggling with his change and lots of pining angst 👀

If you go through the tags below for the au (werewolf pack/werewolf pack au) you'll find aome asks and headcanons for the au!

[jesstrixblue00]

911 Prompts #2

44. Buck is Peter Hale's son and he managed to escape the Hale fire, but since he wasn't born a werewolf he doesn't know that some of the other members of his familly survived. He doesn't find out until Derek is hired at the 118 years later. Also, Derek is hired after both Chimney and Eddie have left.

45. Buck and Carlos have meet when they were both teens and Buck is actually the reason that Carlos realized he was gay.

46. Buck was actually TK's soccer, basketball or athletics captain in highschool and was practically adopted by Owen and Gwyn in that time once they realized how badly Buck was treated by his parents.

47. Buck is actually Chris Argent son and Allison olderhalf- brother, but still has the last name Buckley for protection. Also, he has "Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas ce protéger eux-mêmes" -Which means "We protect those who cannot protect temselves"- tattooed on him. But, unfortunately for him there is more than person that has supernatural abilities or that is affiliated with the supernatural at the 118, and some of them are not to happy to have an Argent/à hunter at the 118.

48. Rob Lowe needs new ideas for a TV show and someone from his entourage finds out about the 126 due to Owen's uncanny ressemblance to Rob. Which leads to the 126 meeting not only Rob Lowe, but other actors that look almost exactly like them.

49. Buck, Bobby, Hen and Ravi -from after 5x10 but before 5x11- are transported to when Buck gets his job back in 1x01. Which means that there is now two Bobby, two Buck and two Hen at the 118. Plus, now Ravi can see now how Buck acted at the start and the firefam from can see how different Bobby, Buck and Hen from the future are.

50. Ravi thinks that Buck and Bobby are biological father and son. No one corrects him, it's not until the Buckley Parent's come to LA for the second time that Ravi finds out that they aren't.

51. Buck is actually Athena's adopted son and Bobby doesn't this when Buck joins the 118.

52. People always assume that Buck is younger than Eddie, but it isn't the case. Because Buck is actually older than him. Eddie actually had Christopher when he was 17/18.

53. Buck and Eddie wake up one morning to find out that they have both been turned into women.

54. Buck and Eddie wake one morning to find out that they have been bodyswapped with each other.

55. After, being punched by Chimney and not telling the truth about what happened to Hen, Bobby and Athena. But, that doesn't mattte, they still find out that Chimney. When they ask why he didn't tell them. Buck replies that he thought it wouldn't matter because it's not the first that someone has been physical with him. Which in turn makes Bobby pale and take a step back when he realizes that Buck is talking about him.When he remembers that he pinned Buck to the wall in 2018 when caught snooping through his notebook/black book.

56. Buck is not a firefighter but a police officer and becomes Athena's partner on the job. They have a rough start at the beginning because Athena doesn't want a partner. But, the more that she gets to know him the more she wants to 1. Scream at his parents and 2. Adopt him. By the time she marries Bobby it's not Bobby it's not him that has a pseudo adopted son but her.

57. Buck has lived parts of his life in both America and the Uk (But most of it in America). Which is why that Buck has sometimes a British that peeks through his American accent.

58. When Phillip Buckley realize how much him and his wife have been acting towards. It leads to blow out fight with Margaret, which afterwards leads to a divorce, to Phillip getting custody of Buck and two of them to move to LA. Through the years in LA the two must adjust, which leads to many ridiculous situations. Because apparently Phillip is as much of a danger magnet as Buck.

59. Buck is actually Stiles older half-brother which is why he knows about the supernatural.

60. What if, Buck was actually Greenburg from Teen Wolf and McCall-Hale Pack learn about after one of them is hired at the 118, which results in the 118 eventually learning what happened in Beacon Hills and about the supernatural.

61. Buck is actually Tony Stark biological son and he knows that he has other half-siblings via Tony (Darcy Lewis, Peter Parker, Stiles Stilinski, Daisy Johnson or TK Strand)

62. Buck is actually Pepper Potts biological son. The only people who know about this are Maddie,Tony, Rhodey, Happy and Nick Fury. No one else knows about this and the rest are about to have the shock of their lives when they find out.

63. Both TK and Carlos learn that the other was adopted from another country than U.S. Carlos was born in Brazil and TK in Israel.

64. TK actually more languages than English and Hebrew, which the 126, Carlos and Grace eventually find out.

65. Buck is the first to understand why Chimney reacted the way he did when Buck kept the secret from him, even if it's hypocritical. Because, Chimney knew about Daniel, but kept it a secret because Maddie asked to. It's because when people leave Chimney they either die (his mother and Kevin) or leave and don't come back (his father and Tatiana). That's why Chimney is freaks out when Maddie leave, because Chimney has never had someone leave come back. Meanwhile, for Buck Maddie came back two times, he got some sort of closure with both Abby and his parents. Even, Taylor came back into his life after not being in it for 2.5 years.

66. After, the wildfires, the 126 learns that Eddie is not the only that was previously in the Military. They learn that Buck was a Navy SEAL which shocks them because of the demeanor and attitude during the wildfires.

67. What if, Mateo was actually Marvin Chavez and that Buck and/or Hen recognized him during the wildfires because Athena told the story about Marvin and/or have seen is picture before because of Athena.

68. What if, Buck was the one that had started getting panic attacks right before the blackout.

69. When Eddie tells Buck about his panic attack, later Buck reveals to him that he isn't the only that gets them, but he gets them too.

70. What if, the kiss at the bar didn't happen between Buck and Lucy but that it happened between Buck and Jonah.

71. What if, Lucy didn't kiss Buck at the bar was still hired at the 118. But, it all becomes awkward when Taylor visits the station. Because, Lucy is Taylor ex. Her ex from before she even met Buck.

72. What if, Lena Bosko was the one hired at the 118 to fill one of the two spots, instead of Lucy. Which puts things much more into perspective for Eddie when he arrives at the bar and see the team laughing with Lena. Which, also makes him if that was how Buck felt when he saw Lena at the firehouse, when he was a Fire Marshall.

Part 1

[zainclaw]

Hello. I am a new symbrock shipper and i really appreciate your posts of the excerpts from the comics. But i was wondering which part of the comic people said the writer (the cates one) erased some kind of part about the eddie & venom? It gets me curious somehow and was wondering if you knew about this.

...I’ve actually been expecting someone to ask me about this, sooner or later. Kinda been dreading it, tbh XD But here goes.

(This is quite a long and serious answer, and I totally get if not everyone wanna read this, but as more and more people are becoming interested in the Venom comics, I do think this is an important thing to address.)

This is also a conversation about fandom.

*deep breath*

First of all. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and just like some people might be upset with the writers of a tv-show when things take a turn they don't agree with, some people are upset with the changes Donny Cates did when he took over the Venom comics after Mike Costa. Yes.

But here’s the thing:

The Venom comics have had many writers (and artists) over the years. I mean, jesus christ, the Venom symbiote’s very first appearance was back in 1988. That’s over 30 fucking years ago, people. At this point, I don’t think it’s realistic to expect the feel of the story to be the same under every single writer that comes on. I just don’t.

In 1996 Len Kaminski gave us Eddie and his symbiote holding hands and giving each other chocolate gifts with love hearts and the line “it’s not human, but it’s given me things no girlfriend ever could” in The Hunger. Then, 20 years later, in 2017-2018, we had Mike Costa give us Eddie calling the symbiote ‘my love’ and ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ and refer to their partnership as a relationship and finally made them have a baby together in First Host.

(I strongly recommend using my masterlist of comics excerpts as a timeline here to understand what the hell I’m talking about.)

Sure, Cates hasn’t had Eddie calling the symbiote ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ since he took over. I guess you could say he “removed” that. Do I miss that part? Yeah. Of course. But as far as I know, no one had Eddie and the symbiote hold hands again in the 20 years following The Hunger, either. Different writers have told different stories, chose to focus on different things.

Cates chose to go down a very angsty route. To, for example, bring back the topic of the Venom symbiote having a past with Flash Thompson, of sometimes wanting to be with him more than Eddie, and feeling torn about who to choose, and Eddie’s pain and jealousy over that. This is something Mike Costa barely touched on during his run. Costa wanted domestic bliss, so that’s what he did. But that doesn’t remove past canon. Not for him, or anyone else.

I’ve said this before - have basically warned people who’ve come to me saying they wanna start reading the comics because of my excerpts - but the comics are fucking angsty. There’s a reason I’ve made a point of posting Symbrock highlights from the comics, rather than just say “read the comics, they’re just never-ending domestic Symbrock bliss” because they’re not.

Eddie Brock is not a happy man, and his relationship with the Venom symbiote has been obsessive, possessive and unhealthy at times. They have grown a lot and come a long way over the years, but this has always been a part of their canon. Eddie’s fear of being alone, of being the symbiote’s second choice.

This side of them is part of why I, personally, find their relationship so intriguing. How they can’t stay away from each other, even though they're both so flawed and not always good “people”, and don’t really know how to keep their relationship healthy.

And I think Cates must have felt the same way, because he’s chose to dive into Eddie as his own person. He’s made Eddie face his demons, his past, deal with his fear of being alone and do a lot of growing in ways I haven’t seen him do in any previous comics. He wanted to tell the story of Eddie Brock, to perhaps let him become a better person than he was, in order to make the relationship between him and the Venom symbiote better. And in my personal opinion, he’s doing a great job of that.

I’m very much against the “fandom hive mind” thing, and the thought of new people entering the Venom/Symbrock fandom and simply adopting the “we hate Donny Cates, he ruined the comics” mentality because they see so many other shippers feel that way, is so upsetting to me. I don’t like how entitled fans can become at times.

(I don’t know how many people who still follow me from my Teen Wolf days, but, damn, I’m embarrassed about a lot of stuff that went down between that fandom and the show runners/actors. It was a silly teenage show on MTV, and yet so many adults (myself included) thought they should have a say in where the story went, and not. It took me a long time to realize that, but there it is.)

Donny Cates did NOT deserve the hate he got from so many Symbrock shippers back in 2018. He’s NOT unfaithful to the story of Venom as a whole, and has NOT ignored previous canon. He openly spoke to and supported the Symbrock shippers on Twitter, before they tore him to pieces for not being Mike Costa. For, in their opinion, completely ignoring the loving nature of their relationship.

But like?

Cates is the one who gave us the Venom symbiote’s first “I love you, Eddie”. Cates is the one who gave us Eddie getting phantom limb syndrome from being apart from the symbiote. Cates is the only one, in my opinion, who’s given us SO many beautifully heartbreaking inner dialogues from Eddie like that about love and loss and longing, all referring to the Venom symbiote. Cates is the one who gave us the exchange “You found me” / “Always” that I’m still crying about.

My point being: I don’t think it’s fair at all to say that Cates has ignored the intimate relationship between Eddie and the symbiote. Because he hasn’t.

And it wouldn’t surprise me if, one day, when the Venom comics get a writer who actually doesn’t treat Eddie and the symbiote like romantic partners, people will look back on previous runs and say “wow I miss what Cates did.”

But,

I’m not here to convince anyone that Cates’ run is better than, or even as good as, Costa’s. I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to love every Venom comic that’s come out in the past 30 years written by several different writers. That’s unrealistic. You’re allowed to have a favorite Venom writer. You’re allowed to think that where Mike Costa’s comics ended, Eddie and the Venom symbiote’s story ended, for you. You’re also allowed to, like me, enjoy the angsty and slow burn story currently being told by Donny Cates.

You don’t have to hate Cates just because you’re a Symbrock shipper.

That’s all I wanted to say, more or less.