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wagner-fell · 1 year ago

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So, I want to explain how the kinship came to be because it ties with the overarching plot of tkc. Also, new characters.

We’re in the ice age and mirror doesn’t exist (yet). All the characters live aboveground: humans are everywhere but Iceland, whereas imlia live in what is now Iceland and the north-westernmost spots in Europe (aka the places closest to Iceland) but in very, very small numbers. In Iceland (called Ikahle), there are several imlium settlements, sort of like villages and the likes.

In one of them lived Xarxias.

Do you remember how in my writing I use ‘Roxia’ as a stand-in for God? Well, Xarxias *is* Roxia along with two other people:

Astrid Skuldottir, his wife

And Halyiard, his (former) best friend

And I say former because their friendship broke the moment Halyiard and him found out that humans had immigrated to Ikahle and the former subsequently discovered that forming a symbiosis with a human and breaking it immediately afterwards bestowed upon said human an insignia. This insignia —the executioner— makes its owner spread a sort of plague wherein the sick would cough spiderwebs and be infected by nightmares that would slowly eat away their life (Xuegang *has* this plague). The more the spider plague spread, the stronger and longer-lived Halyiard became. So it was in his best benefit that he continued bestowing his insignia upon humans.

This didn’t seat well with Xarxias, who didn’t necessarily like humans (he saw them as annoying and weak because they weren’t able to change shape) but thoroughly hated them being outright abused. So, he left the settlement Halyiard now governed and wandered Ikahle on his own until meeting Astrid.

Astrid had only recently immigrated to Ikahle as a result of an issue she’d had in her former village in the region that is now Scandinavia (read: she murdered the people her father owed money to, got captured and almost killed because of it). She’d come to Ikahle with her older sister Saga and their father, who soon after their arrival contracted the spider plague and died. That pushed Astrid to set on a mission to kill the people that carried the spider plague, and along her mission she met Xarxias and the two formed an alliance. At first, they *hated* each other —Astrid hated Xarxias because he thought humans inferior; Xarxias hated Astrid because she irritated him— but they eventually fell in love. They were human and imlium, but no one saw anything wrong with it.

Anyways, twelve people would eventually join Astrid and Xarxias. These were the Six Generals of the Archaic and the First Secluded Humans:

From left to right, from left photo to right photo: Saga Skuldottir (First Mirage), General Rorias (Mirage), Odhen Ulfrunarson (First Doppelgänger), General Deorias (Doppelgänger), General Aox (Puppeteer), Kara Sænyjardottir (First Puppeteer), Alba Dyrfinnuson (First Conductor), General Ecra (Conductor), Valtyr Beruson (First Historian), General Mizax (Historian), Wyrha of Aithrr (First Wraith) and General Ylogia (Wraith).

They all have their individual stories (eg Kara cannibalised her family, Ecra brought Alba back to life), but for length’s sake, I’ll just say that Saga was Astrid’s oldest sister and Odhen her star-crossed lover who left his own village upon knowing that Saga and her family had been exiled to Ikahle.

When a proper war broke out between Halyiard and Astrid and Xarxia’s bunch, these two —already having established a symbiotic relationship— encouraged the rest of his friends (the ones that could, in any case, like Wyrha and Ylogia) to pair up and establish one, too, since symbiosis were stronger.

They almost lost the war, though. In a desperate attempt not to lose, Astrid and Xarxias fused with Halyiard. The resulting impact was so big it created Mirror and turned the three of them into Roxia: the immortal tree hidden in the heart of Mirror Iceland whose ‘fruits’ are sentinels. It’s the closest thing Saz have to a God, even though they don’t actually worship it per se. But I digress.

The symbiosis formed ahead of the final battle broke, bestowing upon the human half an insignia. The six generals of the archaic + the first secluded humans, as a way to honour Astrid and Xarxias, decided to settle in Mirror —thus becoming the founding parents of The Kinship— and the generals of the archaic also decided to travel aboveground in search of humans who were willing to become Saz; they would bestow upon them an insignia the first secluded humans would then teach them how to use. This practiced continued for a couple centuries until The Kinship chose to erase any trace of their existence Aboveground —it should also be noted that as a side-effect of Roxia’s birth, their lifespan had been increased *a lot*

Anyways. All seemed good and dandy for, say, 18 years. Saga and Odhen had a daughter (Yrr Skuldottir, current Commander-in-chief of the Archaic Army) and mirror was a Good Place. Only problem? Astrid died in the early stages of her pregnancy, and that pregnancy didn’t stop once Roxia was born. Her daughter was born like sentinels are (from a cocoon-like ‘fruit’ that is in Roxia) but she wasn’t a sentinel. Instead, she was a type of imlium who could form symbiotic relationships with a secluded human and a normal human at once, and make the former’s powers her own. That daughter was Simone and she fell under Halyiard’s control from the very beginning, as Halyiard had maintained a bigger degree of consciousness than Astrid and Xarxias.

Halyiard nurtured Simone into believing he was her God/King (that’s why Simone’s cult, the Curia Regis, calls her Regent and not Monarch, because their true leader is Halyiard) and that she must continue her legacy so that he could remain powerful/alive. He framed his explanations as ‘hey, if you don’t do my bidding, Roxia will die which equals The Kinship collapsing in on itself and everyone will die’.

To heed Halyiard’s orders, Simone needed:

To create a cult that would offer themselves as spider plague victims and/or risk their lives capturing other victims

Form a symbiosis with the first historian to be able to form time loops and hide the Curia Regis’s activity

The disappearance of the first historian upset Yrr so much that she set on a mission to finding him. In the process, she encountered Simone and fell into the pond that fed Roxia, which turned her immortal and allowed her to be Simone’s #1 enemy throughout all of her life. Also, if Dionisia Carranza is Yrr’s bestie it’s because she was once captured by the Curia Regis, placed with the first historian, fell in love with him, he helped her escape and now she wants to free him as well and Yrr is her means to that —although along the years they became *really* good friends.

Dahlia and Matthias also fell in Roxia’s pond (I have to find a cooler name lol), but the quality had gone weird because Halyiard was way stronger than at the beginning. As a result, they didn’t become immortal, but lost their memories. Matthias more so than Dahlia because he stayed inside for longer :)

Also, you might be wondering how Simone could continue Halyiard’s legacy ie bestow upon people the executioner insignia. Well, having been born from Roxia, she inherited Xarxias’s insignia and Halyiard’s insignia as well as developed an insignia of her own. She bestows one or another randomly. For example, Madeleine got Xarxias’s (gravity manipulation), Lei got Halyiard’s and Agnes got her own (that blood thingy). The Curia Regis calls these three insignias the Regal Insignias.

Sorry for the super long rant but this is the kinship’s very primordial and forgotten history

Sorry I didn’t get to reading this yesterday but that was one of the best backstories I’ve legit ever read to a fantasy world, I’m not even just saying this bc you’re my friend that was legit amazing to read

#also if you want feel totally free to tell me more about Kara and the rest of them!!!!!!!!#ck’s ask #ck💙#tkc #I’ve always wondered how the Kinship was formed so this was really cool to read!!

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loki-cees-all · 1 year ago

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Thank you so much, Saz!!! 🥰

I know angst isn’t always your cup of tea, but I’m really glad you enjoyed it!

Don’t worry - the whole thing’s not gonna be angst! I mean, most of it will be. Probably. But there will be fluffy stuff too!!

Anyway! I love and appreciate you so much 😘

Chapter 1 - And the Silence Splits Me Open {TLTGYA}

Prologue / TLTGYA Masterlist / A03 Link / Next Chapter

Pairing : Post-TVA!Loki x Oliviette (OFC)

Chapter Summary : Loki isn’t sure how long he’s been hiding, alone and forgotten, in this damp and squalid dungeon cell, but he’s fine with it. Really, he’s completely and 100% fine with this.

Chapter W/c : 3.1k

Chapter Tags / Content : Heavy Angst

Author's Note : Well - here goes nothing! Hopefully I can maintain a regular schedule of posting chapters on Sundays, but we'll see how it goes? Enjoy!

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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For nearly every living thing, choice breeds shame, and uncertainty, and regret.

Loki had stopped counting after a thousand days.

A thousand days of darkness, and of silence. Without hearing his own voice, or gazing upon the sunlight, or any type of sustenance. It was lonely to be sure, and some might consider it an unreasonable torture, but Loki didn’t. In fact, he preferred it this way.

Because it was also another kind of milestone - a thousand days without any mistakes. Without betraying or being betrayed, without killing or contributing to the evils in the universe. It was his longest streak ever, but Loki couldn’t give himself too much credit for that; it’s quite difficult to make new mistakes when you’re too busy lamenting on your old ones.

And he had a lot of mistakes to think about.

By now, Loki had memorized the patterns of cracks in the stone walls, winding and splitting their way around the room, much like the cracks in himself. The stone offered no comfort, and neither did the iron bars that made up the only door to the cell. And with no windows to speak of, and the only light coming from poorly lit lanterns in the dungeon hallway, he had become good friends with the darkness.

The walls were broken and imperfect, but still doing their duty. Still confining him, still keeping everyone safe from him. And he was doing his part too - suffering, with nothing but the cries of anguish from the other prisoners to keep him company.

Loki’s muscles, curving and molding unwillingly against the rough stone floor, cried out in agony as he lay on his side. His cell was bleak and unforgiving and exactly what he deserved. But was it really his if whomever was running this place didn’t know he was there?

The guards hadn’t abducted him, like they did the other prisoners, and there were plenty of shadows to hide in. And with no one crying out for help or mercy or salvation, there was no reason for anyone to look inside to see him.

Lately, the prisoner population had started to dwindle - the guards were killing without replacing for some reason. The screams were starting to fade, and with no new stock brought in to replace them, Loki was growing accustomed to the ambient sounds of the dungeon.

Water seeped through the fractures in the stone and condensed along the iron bars of the door. And every falling drop punctuated another memory of another failure as it landed on the hard, cold floor. Jotunnheim. Thanos. Tesseract.

As soon as Loki had stepped through the Time Door, he could smell the snow and ice outside, in spite of the rust and decay inside. For a while he was afraid he’d somehow arrived on Jotunnheim, before he had unleashed the full power of the Bifrost on his ancestral home. Before he discovered what he truly was. Before he ruined everything.

Thor. Frigga. The Dark Elves.

But once Loki finally saw the guards running the dungeon - each one a different species he couldn’t place - he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He wasn’t anywhere he’d ever heard of before, and it was likely that no one there had ever heard of him either. Thankfully the TemPad didn’t seem to possess the same kind of irony that everything else did.

He used to watch the guards from the shadows, as they dragged screaming and struggling prisoners to their cells and subsequently away again. Loki didn’t know who they were or what they wanted, and he couldn’t bring himself to care. There was nothing he could do to help; in fact, he’d probably just make it worse.

Asgard. Odin. Tesseract.

Occasionally he caught himself wondering if Heimdall, or anyone else back home, could see him now. He didn’t know where or when he was, and it was possible Asgard had already been destroyed during Ragnarok. It was just as possible that everyone he’d ever known simply didn’t exist yet. The TemPad he had stolen was surely dead by now, so there was no way for him to check the sequence he had typed in at random before coming here - and that had been the point.

TVA. He Who Remains. Tesseract.

It somehow always came back to the Tesseract, didn’t it? The most cursed object in the Nine Realms, but no better than a paperweight inside the Time Variance Authority. It had yanked him to and fro, from captor to abuser and back again, uncaring and inconsiderate as it helped them chip away at his own autonomy.

If only he had known the horrors the Tesseract would lead to. If only he’d been in a place where he felt strong and secure about himself before ever coming into contact with it, then a Space Stone wouldn’t have been necessary in the first place. But at least now he could take solace in the fact that he’d never have to see or hear about it ever again.

No one would ever know he was here. The stone and iron were keeping him safe from harm and absolved of choice, but even now, Loki considered his needs secondary to the bigger picture. The dungeon was the only way to stop him from causing more destruction and chaos and death. It was the only way to stop caring.

In fact, Loki cared so little that he was still wearing the TVA uniform. It was conspicuous, but as long as he stayed in the shadows, what would be the point of using magic to change his clothes? When the clothes could serve a larger purpose - a reminder of how much he’d failed.

A thousand days inside that button-up shirt, the frayed tie, the torn pants - each one stained with sweat and grime and blood. And who knew what condition his hair was in; it had definitely grown in his isolation, down past the grooves of his hollowed out collarbones. And then one day it just…stopped growing. A side-effect of the starvation, he supposed.

Another side-effect was the absence of his magic - he couldn’t feel it in his bones, or his heart, or his mind anymore. It had been a precious gift bestowed upon him by his mother, and now it was gone. But he wasn’t worthy of it anyway, and its departure just served as another impediment should he ever get the insane notion to attempt escape.

Logically, he knew there was no good reason to try running again; all that waited for him on the outside was more disappointment and failure. Everything he’d ever done, for better and for worse, had been the very definition of futile, and this was surely better than the alternative.

The one creature comfort Loki allowed himself was a cloak that must have belonged to a previous occupant of the cell, left behind somehow as they were dragged away to their doom. The cloak was as dark as night, and heavy enough to drown out the noises of tortured souls screaming in the distance. It smelled of decay, and the hems were torn and frayed, and it was exactly what he deserved.

He had pulled it over his head, and bunched it up between his neck and the stone into a makeshift pillow. Laying on his side, facing the rear wall of the cell, Loki had settled in for a long nap, and tried not to think about the kind of cruel end that must have come for its previous owner.

Loki hadn’t moved since then - curled up into himself, unable to differentiate between the nightmares and reality. Content to wither away in solitary confinement, where no one would ever know how he met his end.

He was used to being alone, but the isolation he experienced before had always been in spite of himself. He never meant to push people away, but it somehow became a habit, and then a necessity. The only difference between then and now was that he didn’t have to concern himself over what happened to anyone else anymore.

Except that obviously wasn’t true. There was still plenty to worry about, and Loki tried so hard to convince himself that he didn’t care anymore. Thanos, He Who Remains, the TVA - there were just too many dangers on the board, and they all led back to him.

In one way or another, Loki - or another version of him - was the only common element, the single being that every evil loved to curl its heinous claws around. He was the perfect instrument for malice - inherently broken, crushed at just the right pressure, burned at just the right temperature, and malleable enough to be used for nothing good.

So it was better for all if he stayed there, hidden in that dungeon on a mysterious planet, where not even he could fall prey to the illusion of choice anymore. Loki believed this arrangement was beneficial to everyone - there was nothing here for him to ruin, there were no wrong decisions to make, and nothing real was ever at stake.

There was no reason to charm, manipulate, or lie; no one to hurt, no one to lose, and no one to disappoint. And for the most part, Loki was finally at peace.

But occasionally, during the deepest and most frightening times of introspection, Loki would feel himself starting to yearn for something more. And unfortunately, the loneliest parts of his soul could never settle on a single need.

Sometimes it was companionship - the touch of anyone that had seen the worst parts of him, and still moved closer anyway. Other times, it was just a place to belong - where no one whispered behind his back, or criticized him right to his face.

And for the most part, he longed for the opportunity to just be. To just exist as himself.

But who was he? If he stripped himself down, if he somehow shed the veils of glorious purposes that were decided for him by his previous owners, then what was left of him?

Clinging to the notion of a throne was a lie. It was a facile explanation for his actions, because it was easier to hide under the guise of vanity rather than admit he didn’t know who he was. That he didn’t have anyone in his corner. That he couldn’t come to terms with being unable to figure himself out.

And if he couldn’t do that back on Asgard, as a Prince with everything going his way and cushioned with every advantage of being the son of the Throne, then all hope for him was lost. Which was exactly why he had let go of Odin’s spear in the first place - a decision that ultimately led to all of this.

It seemed like only yesterday he was hanging off the Bifrost with his older brother. Suspended over a wormhole caused by the Bifrost’s destruction, watching in quiet resignation as his father awoke from sleep to save his favorite heir from certain death, and shattering as Odin rejected Loki for the last time. At the time, falling into a wormhole was preferable than trying to come back from that.

So much had happened since then - none of it good, and all of it Loki’s fault. He didn’t swing the hammer, but he did set those events in motion while suffering the ill effects of wanting, needing, and longing. And even though no reasonable person could have expected anyone to shake off that same look of disappointment - so visceral and palpable - on their own father’s face, Loki still believed he was to blame for it all.

He often wondered, when he was too exhausted to push it back down, how Odin’s expression that night would compare to the one he’d have now. Loki was pathetic and broken, a complete and total failure, and drowning in loneliness on the floor of a cold and dirty dungeon cell.

This was certainly no place fit for a Prince, or a King; and yet even still, maybe Odin might be proud of him for finally making the right decision. Because while a Prince or a King may not belong there - the God of Mischief certainly did. It was a fitting end for him, because there was no way he was ever going to find anything good in that dungeon, and there was no way he was ever going to leave it either.

A familiar and long-forgotten sound drifted over Loki’s eardrums, rousing him from his self-loathing - laborious footsteps shuffling against the stone, metallic keys clinking together, and a surely unconscious body dragging across the floor.

It had been ages since he heard those noises. His eyelids drifted open and blinked once, twice, three times, as he waited for his pupils to dilate. And as the dungeon guards unlocked the door to his cell, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

Norns, no. Please, not another one…

Loki’s heart sank as the door swung open, creaking and groaning before crashing against the metal bars on the other side of itself. It echoed wildly throughout the chamber, and he remained frozen and unmoving as the guards dragged the stranger inside.

“Unwrap these chains. Quickly,” the higher-ranking guard ordered, his voice blunt and disdainful as he shuffled around the room. “When was the last time you rüzdæts cleaned out these cells?!”

Loki’s jaw set in place as he lay still, buried and hidden under the cloak in the shadows, even as the guard moved closer. What would he do if they discovered him now? Would he fight back, or would he just allow them to torture him too? Loki didn’t want to have to think about it.

“Are you sure we’re supposed to bring her in here?” The second guard’s voice was much more timid and unsure of himself, like it was his very first day working in a torture dungeon.

“For the last time, Orfeo - yes, this is where she’s supposed to be! Now hurry up!”

Loki could sense the guard’s trepidation even as he unshackled the newest prisoner. He’d never heard any of the guards questioning themselves before, and it was oddly unsettling.“I don’t know, this feels like…kánslha. We shouldn’t be doing this…”

The first guard, the one more sure of himself, continued snapping at the other. Telling him to just do as he was instructed, asking him if he still believed in their cause. Reminding him of what would happen should he suddenly have a change of heart.

Loki had never asked for much - just to be left alone. But it had never been given to him freely; he had to take it instead, and apparently he wasn’t allowed to even hold on to it for very long. He could feel the adrenaline start to rise in his body - his hands clenching, his muscles starting to come back to life.

There was no telling why she was supposed to be in that specific cell, or what their “cause” actually was. Loki had never paid any attention to them before; but now his curiosity was piqued, and he absolutely hated it.

Silence was worth fighting for, wasn’t it? Even if fighting meant revealing his very presence? But once he did that, once he crossed that line, he wouldn’t be able to stop until every single one of them was dead…

No. Stop. This is still suffering. Let it go…

As Loki attempted to calm himself back down, the guards finally took their leave, bickering and arguing as they relocked the door and their footsteps faded away. Silence descended upon him again, and Loki held his breath as he tried to listen for any signs of life coming from his new cell mate.

Her own breath was light, faint, fleeting. Loki almost felt sorry for her, much to his own chagrin. He didn’t want to care, because caring led to compassion, and empathy, and trust, and every other good feeling that inevitably led to more pain.

And maybe she deserved to be there, or maybe she didn’t. Loki couldn’t let that be his problem; not when he had enough of his own.

Even so, Loki was curious to see her - the one somehow important enough to make a guard question himself. To make Loki question himself - to make him consider disclosing his presence, even if it was just to kill every guard in that place in the name of silence.

Slowly and quietly, Loki tried to push himself upright. But his muscles, stiff and hardened from such little use, refused to cooperate. It was a struggle to move without grunting, and thus revealing, that someone else was still alive in that cell.

Finally, he managed to roll himself onto his back, landing against the floor with a groan. Loki had forgotten about the harness still strapped to his back, and his muscles screamed as they stretched around the stiff leather underneath him. He froze, biting his tongue as he waited to see if there would be a reaction from her. And when none came, he slowly turned his head to look.

A woman laid unconscious across from him on the floor. Twisted on her side, her face dirty and blood, her long and crimson hair woven into a tangled braid. Like Loki, she wore a dark cloak, and like Loki, she looked broken.

And despite the dried blood and the bruises starting to form on her skin already, she was beautiful. Even Loki couldn’t deny that. But was that enough to explain why the guards were behaving so strangely about her? No, there had to be more to it than that.

She resembled the mortals on Midgard, more so than the guards did, but that didn’t necessarily mean that she was human, or that Loki had been on Midgard all along. It didn’t mean anything; it just created more questions. The intricacies of traveling through both time and space were already complicated enough, and then adding in the context of his destination being a mystery even to himself…

Just as he realized how far his mind had wandered, her fingers twitched, and his eyes snapped back into focus. The woman was starting to wake up, and he was staring right at her - exposed, and vulnerable, and wondering.

She let out a soft groan, and Loki quickly turned back onto his side, facing the rear wall again as he silently cursed to himself. None of his questions would matter in the end; even if she woke up, she was already dead.

Loki swore he wasn’t going to get involved with anyone else ever again. He was already committed to doing nothing, especially for strangers.

And he had spent the last thousand days doing nothing. How hard could another three or four be?

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suzaeuphysolos · 2 years ago

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Introducing my Suzaeuphy fan children!

So I have an AU where the SAZ was successful (at least for a time) and basically the result ends up the same as the Zero Requiem, but there is no Zero Requiem, and everyone is alive. And idc how unrealistic that is they are ALIVE and HAPPY and that's all that matters.

SO YES SUZAEUPHY DO GET MARRIED LIKE THEY SHOULD HAVE! LIKE WE WERE ROBBED OF!

And they have three kids :) Suzaeuphy family is so real and true

ANYWAYS MEET THE KIDS!!!!

Asako Kururugi

Asako is the oldest, her name is written as 旦子 which means "Child of tomorrow." She is a peaceful and gentle soul with a really creative imagination. When she was younger she liked coloring with crayons and drawing. She's artistic, and later in life enjoys drawing and painting. She loves tending to the garden with her mom and hearing about Japanese tradition and folklore from her dad. She is extremely protective over her younger siblings.

Penelope Kururugi

Penelope is the middle child. She is half Japanese, like all the other kids, so she does learn to write her name in Japanese and it's "ペネロペ." She's quite a contrast to Asako when it comes to personality. She enjoyed playing with dolls and playdough when she was younger. She likes helping her parents cook, doing anything with her dad, and having girl time with her mom. She loves playing dress up and lots of girly stuff too. You could describe her as rambunctious. She likes going outside and getting dirty.

Kai Kururugi

Kai is the youngest. His name is written "賜" which means "gift." He is a curious child with a want to learn more. He has the best grades in school. When he was younger he spent lots of time with his sisters and loves them very much. He liked playing with dolls and dressing up with them. He enjoys spending time with his mom, helping her out around the house and cooking with her. He would also often go to girl time with his mom and Penelope. He also likes playing video games with his dad, sometimes Penelope too. He likes to get advice from his dad and respects him very much, wants to grow up to be someone like his dad. Enjoys hearing stories from his dad. He's not athletic and doesn't prefer to go outside. Good with technology, has fixed the TV multiple times. Since he's an indoor person and more on the introvert side, he spends more time with Asako in his older years and loves to talk to her about the universe and other philosophical subjects.

I lost the link for the picrew I used but I will find it and link it here.

#i love them #code geass #code geass lelouch of the rebellion #suzaku kururugi #suzaeuphy #suzaku x euphemia #euphemia li britannia #euphemia x suzaku #suzaeuphie #fan child #code geass oc

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hahahax30 · 3 years ago

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✨Headcanon time✨

Genevieve is Jewish. Ik ik she celebrates Christmas with the 19th cenqueery gang but hear me out. Imagine Madeleine going to visit Genevieve’s grave with Atalanta when she first arrives in Mirror. They collect rocks and when they go to put them on the grave, Madeleine starts crying because their rocks barely fit on Genevieve’s tombstone because there are so many other rocks and Madeleine starts to truly realize how much time has gone by since she’d been turned into a statue. (Also Madeleine decides to learn Hebrew and Yiddish later on as a way to honour her, like she did with Aaron and Sydney, only in a much healthier way)

Whenever Morgan does something badass and Lucas is proud of her, he doesn’t say, “that’s my wife!” He says, “I’m her husband!” Like “yeah, that bombshell of a woman choose me and my love of fucking CAD!!”

For his twentieth birthday, Sydney writes Camille a fairy tale about a boy cursed to be trapped inside his own body for all of eternity until he’s saved by his platonic Prince Charming and Camille and Marcus both get very emotional over it

I really hope these aren’t too terrible 😅

~headcanon time~

Tbh I had never thought of characters's religions, ik the 19th cenqueery gang would probably have to be Anglican (although I think Camille would end up being an atheist) and that Saz are atheists because *yes* but from now on Genevieve is Jewish! Also, ik this was to talk about Madeleine/Genevieve, but I have to talk a little bit more about Genevieve being Jewish because I've just realised that one of her descendants is named after a fucking Jewish king lol, and guess who's also of (distant) Jewish heritage?

Ofc, I'd have to read on Scottish Jews, get more info on Judaism as a whole since Genevieve would be religious (and I'm sorry but my knowledge of Judaism is very poor), and probably ask you if a writing doubt arises? But, yeah, you've just made at least 4 characters Jewish/ethnically Jewish/of Jewish descent.

Anyways, Madeleine actually hasn't visited Genevieve's tomb, because it's it in the middle of the Aboveground Scottish's nowhere, it's private property, and Atalanta has very bad memories of the place (even if she doesn't know that one of the tombs there was Genevieve's, since this happened before TSC). But Madeleine will eventually visit her tomb, with Atalanta, maybe Diana, and someone else. I want her to know everything the 19th cenqueery gang did to remember her. And I want Madeleine to keep their memory with her --in a healthy way ofc-- so I'll try to see if I can fit in that scene!

(If Madeleine learns Yiddish and Hebrew, Wagner let me tell you I have the *perfect* teacher for her dosnakajsjsjakaka)

As for Lucas, he's more the type to have a short-circuit every time Morgan does something badass, Xiuying probably has a 100-photo file titled 'Lucas.exe has stopped working' with his reactions, but YES. After everything they've been through, he won't shut up about being Morgan's husband when they marry. Listen, men from Mirror China don't change their surnames when they marry, but Lucas? Yeah, no, he's very proudly Lucas Hao, Morgan Badass Hao's husband.

ALSO

(But Lucas would like to disagree with you, that nerd does arrays for fun)

MCOSMWISNWIANSIWNSISNWOWK WAGNER THAT'S LITERALLY SOMETHING SYDNEY WOULD DO 1000%

I'd ask you if I could write a short story about this, but I won't lie, I don't have time and have to write biagc + other short stories (the Coraline/Adelaide short story pt2? Yeah I haven't forgotten about it lol), so... I fucking love that headcanon, and if you want to flesh it out into something more detailed, you can definitely do it (I hope that doesn't sound like I'm pushing you to do something, I'm not lol, please believe me).

THESE WERE NOT TERRIBLE AT ALL WAGNER

#not to sound too self-absorbed but I can't wait for ck day #asks!#wagner!#the kinship chronicles #tkc

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soleilsuhh · 4 years ago

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Game Alert: ship your moots with each other! (even if they are not mutuals)

i ship them all with me. that’s all, bye bye 😙

jk hahahah let the matchmaking begin <3

note: if i accidentally left anyone out (hopefully not) then please please let me know !! i would very much love to include you <3

@melonmochimoon + @black-swvn. my sistah hanna is like the uwu-est, weird little being and my mai is all intimidating but can be just as crackheaded and just has a soft spot for hanna. it’s like this pairing of softness + intensity <333 (yes i’m just projecting my own dreams of a relationship like this onto you guys 😙)

@rr0zu + @seulyoungs. sam and mimi !! if you guys were in a kpop group, you would most definitely be the leaders and part parent line. you guys have such a calming, reliable, and charismatic energy that draws people to you. and your visuals are just to die for, really <3

@sazzaaaaa + @yeongwvnhi. saz and yuki, my loves, you guys are the definition of ‘looks like they could kill you, but are cinnamon rolls.’ your aesthetics would really complement each other too ? like you would be so badass together.

@purplepsycho03 + @alicanta77. steph and felix ! you two just radiate really calming and cool older sibling vibes that i honestly adore <3 10000/10 for this ship, i’m proud of myself 😗

@najatheangel + @moon-jun. like soooo supportive and inclusive you don’t know how much i love and respect you guys <3 i imagine you two as this extremely sweet pair but as soon as someone hurts one of you or even other people, you’re ready to fight.

@ilovjaehyun + @fairvtale. just two of the sweetest, loveliest people i know and you guys deserve the best which is why i matched you together hehe. the word ‘pretty vibes’ was made for you two and it’s refreshing just being around you (or seeing you on my feed in this case hehe).

@ex0tic-vgh + @mfsln. hi, my classy, elegant angels <3 you two are the embodiment of ‘when paris meets rome’ i’m not sure if i’m making sense but that’s what came into my head. all i’m saying is together, you’d like one of those picture perfect besties <3

@istgimamess + @kyuwoyo. so energetic and lively. to be around you two is to never feel bored because you’ll always be up to something or saying some hilarious shit <3

@ncteaxhoe + @lqsience. you’re both so incredibly sweet <3333 your blogs are also so aesthetic and it’s a joy to see you on my feed.

@kpopsnowball + @butterfliesinthenightsky. omg i’m not even kidding. when i first talked to mary, i was a little bit reminded of snowball. i couldn’t help but think you two would get along so well; you’re both so nurturing and kind-hearted <3

@haifengg + @neonun-au. talent meets talent i guess <3 you’re both great writers and you guys have beautiful minds with full of wonderful ideas.

@reallylikethevibeshere + @cupidluvstarrz. you’re both so wholesome, honestly. you also kinda have maknae vibes? if you were in a kpop group, you would be the chaotic yet soft maknae duo that others cannot help but love and want to adopt <3

@vampirateking + @aquamoonchaii. golden retriever energy; such rays of sunshine i absolutely adore you two and i would protect you at all costs <3

@seularcade + @danishmiilk. it’s like slytherin x slytherin vibes and i live for it <3 you’re both really cool and talented. just don’t hold me accountable if you accidentally end up catalyzing the end of the world </3

@neoangsthours + @en-hi-pen. hi hi cuties ! i really think you would get along well and even have a similar sense of humor? anyway, have fun you two and please don’t forget about me too because i would love to interact more with both of you hehehe <3

@joons-asscrack + @t-toodumbtocare. honestly i’ve seen you guys interact a few times on my feed and omg you’re both so funny and kinda seem to be so in sync with each other ? even your urls are such mood. soulmate tingz i guess ✨

@infnteen + @cozychristopher. you both give me the vibes of cozy besties that i would love to have sleepovers with every night and watch netflix while drinking hot chocolate. i made very fond memories with both of you and hopefully, you can do the same with each other <3

#\\tag.games.

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the-lady-amphitrite · 1 year ago

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Lady Amplifier, what’s your honest opinion on Barry Manilow?

1) LADY AMPLIFIER

2) my grandmother loved his music, especially his Sinatra album, and thats about all i know about the guy! i listen to him still sometimes when i clean bc it reminds me of home and childhood. its good music, and i do like to sway along when its on. bless the fact the internet exists and i can just play whatever album of his i want on a whim when i decide

#amphi answers #Anonymous #if this was a question about some drama or whatever #love to break it to you but i know NOTHING about anything to do with celebrities of any kind not even their drama #saz @ sarahscribbles has been subjected to the realisation of this a couple times #i just dont care about gossip or drama when it comes to celebrities! theyre people living lives!#anyway. thank u for this ask im gonna listen to barry for a little while and miss my grandmother again

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avengers-hamiltrash · 3 years ago

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2 for soulmate with spot and sarah!!

Prompt: 2. Draw on skin = On soulmate's skin (I also kinda made it a high school au)

Pairing: Spot Conlon x Sarah Jacobs

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Hopefully this is good! Happy reading!

Read on AO3!

"Y'know, there's a kid in my art class that has similar paint marks on his arms," Jack told Sarah.

"Really?! Who is it?" She frantically asked.

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Why'd you even say anything then?"

"I'm sorry, Saz," He raised his hands in defense, "Can't tamper with the universe's plans, babe." She rolled her eyes and started to walk away from the table.

"Love ya!" He yelled to her as she walked away. He burst out laughing when he heard a faint 'fuck you.' Davey smacked him in the arm and said, "Don't mess with her, Jackie. We both know she could kick your ass."

=-=-=

It was right after the end of school when she bumped into him.

"Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?" He asked before he noticed who it was. "You know what, it's fine, never mind." He had had a crush on her forever, and he knew it was completely and utterly stupid. She had her own soulmate, and he had his.

She didn't focus on what he said, more on what was on his arm. There they were, matching orange paint marks. She was unbelievably happy that she wore long sleeves. She attempted to say something but ended up just speedwalking out of the school doors.

The second she got home, she ran upstairs and burst into Davey's room.

"Thanks for knocking."

"Shut up." She looked at him with anger burning in her eyes as she paced his room.

"Wanna tell me why you came in here just to be angry?"

"Did Jack tell you that it was Spot fucking Conlon?" She raised her voice.

"Sarah! Language!" Esther yelled from downstairs, "Sorry, ma!"

She pointed at the TV remote he was holding before she started speaking, "David, I swear to god if you don't tell me, I will shove that remote so far up your-"

"Sarah!" Her mother yelled yet again.

She sighed, and he responded, "Uh- Yea, he did." She deadpanned in his direction, "Then why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"You've literally been complaining about this kid since eighth grade, and I didn't want to deal with your drama."

"Bitch."

"Sarah Jacobs, if I hear one more goddamn curse come out of your mouth!" Davey and Sarah looked at one another and mouthed 'hypocrite.'

"Anyway, how did you find out, and does he know?" Davey wiggled his eyebrows.

"I just bumped into him, and no, he doesn't know. But he was acting really weird, though."

"Like, what kind of weird?"

"He was nice to me."

"Oh lord, the world is ending because Spot Conlon was nice to someone," he spoke with a sarcastic tone.

"David Jacobs, you are the bane of my existence."

"Cool," he paused, "But seriously though, you need to tell him, even if you hate him. Plus, you never know he might be better than you think. You know how much I used to hate Jack and look at us now."

"Yeah, you turned into the most disgusting couple I've ever seen," she hesitated, "How did you know that Jack was soulmate?"

"Saz, we were in like second grade, and he started scribbling on my arm mid-class. So you really don't need to make a big deal out of telling him."

"What'd he draw on his arm?"

He sighed and laughed, "The ugliest fucking cat you've ever seen."

"David!" Their mother called for a final time.

She went back to her room that night and thought about everything she could do. She ended up drawing a little flower on the back of her hand, then immediately stopped when she remembered that Spot would see it and frustratedly threw the marker across the room.

=-=-=

She woke up the next day contemplating if yesterday was a dream, actually not a dream, she thought, more of a nightmare. She got ready and practically dragged herself downstairs.

"Well, well, well, look who's all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!" Davey said sarcastically.

"Don't." He raised his hands in defense as Jack had done the day before.

Once she got to school, she was determined to find Jack and smack him. But first, she ran directly into the person she was trying to avoid.

"Sarah, really need to look where you're going," Spot said.

"Shit."

"Do you really hate me that much? Are you completely annoyed just having me within your sight?" He asked, only half sarcastic.

"Nonono- I just, uh, I'm in a bit of a hurry," she muttered out quickly and went in search of Katherine.

She practically ran when she saw Katherine, "Kath, there is an emotional emergency."

"Uh, okay?"

"Spot is my soulmate." She said with wide eyes.

"Oh, I'm happy that you found hi-" Sarah interrupted, "This isn't good! I have no idea what I'm doing!"

"Well, does he know?"

"No, but I don't really want to tell him."

"Okay, he needs to know. So, just tell him."

"We both know I'm not good at socializing, especially when it comes to my 'love life'."

"Then, just write on your arm or something he'd see it. And if he doesn't see it on his arm, he'll see it on yours, he pays enough attention to you know that there is something different."

"What do you me-" "And this could've been said over text, but you apparently want me to be late to first hour," she said to her friend, "But if you're worried he doesn't feel the same way, I guarantee you're just over thinking it."

She started to walk away when Sarah called out, "Thanks, Kath!" She began to think about everything Katherine had said. What did she mean that Spot pays a lot of attention to her? That was the only thought that rang through her head most of the day. She made sure to look at him every once in a while to see if he had been looking - she felt like a child doing this, but it didn't really matter to her then.

She finally decided to write on her hand to him, meet me in the parking lot after school. He looked down at his hand curiously, read it, then looked around at everyone to see if they had a pen to their hand.

Hours passed as Sarah patiently waited to talk to him. On the other hand, Spot was a nervous wreck. He wasn't ready to face whoever it was if it wasn't Sarah. Then the overwhelming thought hit him, what if it was Sarah? What if he got to spend the rest of his life with her?

=-=-=

Sarah sat in her car for a bit until she saw Spot wildly looking in every direction. She sighed, opened her door, and waved to him. He nearly fainted when he saw her. He didn't know what to other than walk up to her.

"Soo. What did you want to talk about?" He questioned, both sarcastic and excited.

"I think you might know."

"So, we are actually soulmates? This isn't a joke? And my real soulmate isn't pop out behind one of these cars?" He genuinely asked.

"I wouldn't joke about this, and for proof-" She stuck out her arm, "- that I'm not lying."

"Oh," He said and suavely grabbed her hand.

"We are holding hands," Sarah squeaked out awkwardly.

"Imeanifyou'renotokaywithitIcanletgo." He dropped her hand.

She quickly grabbed his hand again, "No, it's fine, I was just, kinda, sorta surprised," she paused a moment, "I'm not gonna lie, I don't really know how to do the whole 'relationship' thing."

He shrugged, "Just do what you think is right."

She immediately stuck out her arms awkwardly, "Hug?"

"Sure," he laughed and wrapped his arms around her.

#sarah jacobs #spot conlon #sparah #newsies #92sies #elaina writes

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violetwolfraven · 4 years ago

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For the prompt thingy: I'm getting very strong Javid vibes from 29, so maybe that in canon era?

I didn’t realize I was gay for you until someone else pointed it out and I’m a dumbass but can I be your dumbass?

I already did this one with this ship but I can do it again and try another angle! Hope you like it! Also I hope you don’t mind a side of newsbians!

Tw: referenced period-typical homophobia and the word ‘queer’ but not used as a slur.

...

“Hey, Davey?”

“Yeah?”

“Do ya ever think about... love?”

Davey wasn’t sure why Sarah was asking him. He’d never courted anyone. Honestly, their mama would probably be a better person to ask, but she wasn’t home today, and neither was Papa.

Les rolled his eyes and went back to the book he was reading. He wasn’t quite old enough to care about romance yet.

“Uh...” Davey shrugged, “I dunno. I guess I think about it sometimes.”

Sarah looked uncomfortable, which was unusual for her.

This was the girl who had made friends with Spot Conlon in under ten minutes. The girl who punched Morris Delancey in the face. She was the older twin, and honestly, Davey had always seen her as nearly unshakable.

“Hey, what is it, Saz?”

“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, “It’s nothing too... big. It’s just...”

“She’s in love with Kath,” Les said absentmindedly.

Sarah’s face went red, “Les! Oh my God!”

“What?” he asked, “It’s obvious.”

“It’s not,” Davey assured her.

He was still processing their little brother’s words.

He hadn’t seen it, because it wasn’t obvious, but now that Les mentioned it...

He could see it. He could see the lingering glances, the laughter at jokes that really weren’t funny, the asking about her latest story...

His sister had been long gone over Katherine Plumber for some time, and he probably should have seen it before right now.

His sister was queer. That was... surprising. But it was Sarah. Davey couldn’t imagine holding it against her.

“It’s not obvious,” he said gently, trying to calm her down, “I’m glad ya found some—“

“Yeah it is,” Les interrupted, looking up from his book to cause chaos yet again, “Just like how literally everybody knows you’s in love with Jack.”

Davey almost choked on air, “I’m what now?”

“You’re not?” Sarah asked quizzically.

“Everybody thinks I’m in love with Jack?! He’s my best friend, but we’re just friends!”

Les facepalmed.

Sarah looked skeptical.

“Davey... I honestly thought you and Jack were already together and just weren’t telling anyone because... well, y’know. But even if you aren’t together, you probably should be.”

“I don’t like him like that!”

“Davey—“

“Y’know how stuck up you were before the strike?” Les interrupted, slamming his book shut and looking supremely annoyed, “You never even turned your homework in late or loosened your tie outside home. Then suddenly, we meet Jack, and ya lose the stick up your ass?”

“Excuse me?” Davey asked incredulously.

“Where did you learn that?” Sarah asked reproachfully.

“Uh... nowhere.”

Davey was betting it was probably Race.

“Anyway,” their little brother continued, “It’s the same with Jack. He’s always lookin’ ‘round at everyone else, like they might disappear if he doesn’t. Crutchie says he’s always done that. And I’s seen him on days when ya don’t sell, Davey. He’s different. But when you’re around, he doesn’t worry so much.”

“It’s true,” Sarah admitted, “Jack’s different when you aren’t around. It’s like he has no impulse control, but also like he can’t relax for a second cause he’s too worried about the younger kids.”

“And besides that, you guys touch all the time,” Les pointed out, “And sometimes it’s like ya talk usin’ just your eyes. Do ya understand my point, big brother?”

Davey did, unfortunately, but he still wasn’t sure if Les was right.

He’d definitely never had romantic feelings for a girl before. Hell, he barely noticed girls. He’d assumed that was because he was too busy with school or work, but now...

Davey’s old classmates had never missed out on staring at pretty girls. And the other newsies flirted with girls plenty, Jack included.

Jack. Jack who flirted with girls to sell papes but clearly (at least to anyone who actually knew him) didn’t actually care if he got a response. Who cracked jokes that Davey always assumed were friendly banter but in hindsight might have been real flirting. Who put on a show of confidence and optimism in front of everyone else but would let down his guard when they were alone.

And maybe Davey hadn’t realized it before, but he let his guard down around Jack, too.

They... kind of brought out the best in each other, honestly. They had since they met.

And looking back, it wasn’t like Davey didn’t notice when Jack took his shirt off while painting during summer months.

God, he was an idiot for not recognizing his feelings for what they were.

“Yeah,” Les said smugly, seeing the realization on his face, “Sazzy, I assume you’re smarter than Davey?”

“Hey!”

Sarah nodded, still seeming exceedingly uncomfortable, “Always have been.”

“Sarah!”

“Well, I am in touch enough with my emotions to know I have feelings for Katherine.”

Davey really hated how he couldn’t argue.

Les laughed, picking his book back up, “Sarah, do me a favor and make a move first, will ya? I got a bet with Albert.”

“You what?” Sarah asked incredulously.

That little shit. Davey loved his little brother with all his heart, but the kid was picking up a few too many bad habits from his friends.

Davey also loved said friends dearly, but he would need to give the more chaotic ones a talk about what was appropriate around the Littles, Les included.

For today, he smirked, elbowing his twin, “Permission to make a move first?”

“Oh, by all means. Do it.”

They dodged as their little brother threw a book at their heads.

...

Bonus:

“Hey, Crutchie, just a heads up, Davey ain’t happy I learned swear words. Ya might wanna watch out.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, kid. Everybody always assumes it’s Race who teaches the Littles swear words.”

#newsies #javid #javey #newsbians #jacobs siblings chaos #les being iconic #david davey jacobs #david jacobs #davey jacobs #sarah jacobs #les jacobs #jack kelly #katherine plumber pulitzer #katherine plumber #crutchie morris #canon era #violet’s writing

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cleo-fox · 2 months ago

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Ugh, SAZ. This is why you are queen of the established relationship fic. This was so sweet and fuzzy. I particularly enjoyed this paragraph:

He holds you tightly against him and you finally let yourself drown in the comfort of him. You match your breathing to his and focus on the sound of his heartbeat thumping in your ear. This man, this beautiful, wonderful man, loves you - it’s one thing that he’s never made you doubt, and one thing that brings you a modicum of peace at the end of an unbearable day.

😭😭😭

Also love the bit about HR. It is a very silly rule!

Anyway: lovely as always, my dear! Highly recommend to anyone having a rough day.

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

𝐀𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲

On any other occasion early evening was your favourite time of the day.

It was then that you would feel the last rays of sun hit your back, prompting you to swivel in your chair and take in the sight of Manhattan in golden hour. Watching the sky above dance through its hues of gold and pink and orange never failed to calm you at the end of a busy day, and, oftentimes, watching the beauty of the iconic New York skyline would have you pause and think that maybe everything wasn’t so bad.

Most evenings, you could lose yourself in appreciating the beauty of where you were and the life you got to live.

But not today. Today was different.

Today, the day lingers heavily on your shoulders long after it’s over, each problem you couldn’t solve and person you couldn’t please hanging around you like a pissed off poltergeist. Days like this make you feel like running away. It would be easy, really - you’d beg Tony to let you use his private jet and follow the Gulf Stream far away from your office and all the annoyances that come with the job. It would be so easy, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been sorely tempted by the idea more times than you can count, but you know it’s nothing more than a daydream you’ll never follow through on.

Because leaving New York would mean leaving the one thing that makes it all bearable.

He’s sitting on the sofa when you finally walk through the doors of your apartments, looking effortlessly elegant even dressed in plaid pyjama bottoms and a cashmere sweater. He glances up quickly at the sound of your footsteps - you know he’s been listening out for them since the moment you clocked out - and the smile that breaks across his face is instantaneous.

“There she is,” he says softly in greeting, and there’s a quiet thud as he closes the book sitting in his lap. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

There’s no accusation in Loki’s voice, but you still inwardly cringe. You had needed a few minutes to compose yourself once your colleagues had filtered out, not wanting to alarm your fiance by arriving home teary and agitated, and now you’re home fifteen minutes later than usual, something you had hoped Loki wouldn’t notice.

But it’s Loki. He notices everything.

“Yeah. Sorry I’m so late.” You force the words out, hating how thin and strained your voice sounds even to your own ears.

You want nothing more than to curl up beside him on the sofa - your safe space and your best friend - but your feet carry you through to the kitchen instead. It’s as though your brain refuses to allow you to seek comfort, like your day hasn’t been bad enough to warrant the feel of Loki’s arms around you. You’re desperate to run to him, to curl up like a child beside him and let him hold you because nothing bad can ever happen to you when you’re in his arms.

Instead, you’re fumbling around the kitchen for a glass and a bottle of wine, vision blurry with tears that you won’t permit to fall.

You curse when the bottle hits the glass and almost topples it on the granite counter. You brush tears away with one hand while the other shakily pours the pink liquid into the glass until it’s three quarters full.

It’s then that you feel two gentle hands on your hips.

“Hey.” Loki’s voice is soft and soothing against the thunderstorm in your head, and you don’t fight as he cocoons you firmly in his embrace. “Bad day?”

You lean your head back on his shoulder while he nuzzles your hair, unable to do anything but nod as the tears freely begin to flow down your face. Loki’s grip on you tightens and you feel him firmly press a kiss to your temple.

“Come here, dove,” he murmurs and easily turns you around in his arms.

Loki kisses the crown of your head and slowly starts to rock you both side to side. “I am in awe of you, my darling. Day after day you deal with softheaded fools with nothing but patience and grace. If it were me I’d run them through where they stand.”

You sniffle against his chest, to which he gives you a gentle squeeze. “HR said I’m not allowed to stab anyone,” you answer, feeling a tiny bit lighter now you’re with Loki.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, but you feel his smile against your forehead. “A senseless rule if you ask me.” He lapses into a comfortable silence once again, moving a hand to cradle the back of your head against his chest.

The problems of the day haven’t gone away - you know they’ll still be waiting for you once Monday comes back around - but they grow smaller with every minute you spend in Loki’s embrace.

“I love you, my extraordinary little mortal,” he whispers into your hair, and then gently untangles himself from you.

You whine quietly at the loss of his warmth, but he’s quick to rest a large hand reassuringly on your hip. His thumb strokes your side through the material of your top while he reaches for the wine glass still sitting atop the counter.

“Make a start on this while I run us a bath,” he says, placing the glass securely in your hands.

“That sounds perfect,” you reply thickly, brushing away the tears that are still falling down your cheeks.

Loki smiles that soft smile that’s only for you and cups your cheek in his hand. “Darling thing,” he murmurs softly and leans down to kiss you slowly. “Sit,” he then nods to the sofa, “and I’ll get you when it’s ready.”

There’s nothing but devotion in his voice and in his touch as he absently traces his fingers along your arm. Usually, you’d fight him if he tried to wait on you too much, arguing that it isn’t fair, but tonight you’ll gladly let him take care of you.

You curl up on the sofa in the spot that Loki has left warm and listen to the calming sound of running water from the bathroom. You listen as the man you love more than life itself prepares to adore and dote on you.

Everything would work out okay.

#my friends are RUDELY talented #Loki fluff

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kinsurou · 4 years ago

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Alright, so…

Some weeks ago while checking some things out around my blog, it caught my attention that I’ve reached my 1k followers milestone, and there are no words to describe how happy this made me. However, being busy with some irl things as well as server collabs...as well as being as forgetful as always, I forgot to organize anything for this…

So! Rather than hosting some event, I decided to create this appreciation post, recommending some of my favorite works from some of my favorite content creators out there, as well as some of my closest friends that have been so amazing, sweet, and supportive.

With that said, let’s get started!

@wakaoujisenhime

For you, my lord / Bakugou x Reader

Oh god, this was like having someone rip out your heart and crush it in their hands with a smile. A beautiful piece revolving around Samurai Au that those of you who enjoy some good angst will most certainly enjoy.

Warnings: Angst, Death.

The Usual / BakuDeku x Reader

This fic? Oof, I still remember the day she came up with the idea for the plot. Beautifully written, astounding work and such a delicious plot that had me sweating like a sinner in church.

Warnings: Threesome, Public sex.

@iwaasfairy

Tricky words / Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

This fic featuring bully Kuroo is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever read, but it also gave me an exorbitant urge to smack the guy into oblivion. If you enjoy dark content, this one is a work of art.

Warnings: dubcon, bullying, manipulation.

Shhh / Daishou Suguru x Reader

Ok, I am not exactly a Daishou fucker, but this fic managed to give me some itty little bit of Daishou brain rot apkapsjap.

@shinsotired

Heaven sent, hell proof / DabiHawks x Reader

Now, this? This has a few of my favorite things; Dabi, Hawks, debauchery, threesomes, and monsters. The best part is that it’s a multichapter fic.

Warnings: Mentions of Noncon, Dubcon, Yandere, threesome.

Captains + Thigh Riding

She said thigh riding and I came running. While these are small scenarios with the Hq Captains they’re just as hot as the rest of her works. My favorite one is Bokuto. :wew:

Warnings: some dubcon, public, d/s dynamic.

@soft-for-shoyo

Shark / Miya Osamu x Reader

Monster fucking, that is the tweet. This fic has the perfect balance between dark elements, smut, and a pinch of soft that just….melts you on the spot. While Reader doesn’t have a good time at the start of the fic it gets better in the end and if you’re into the merdick, this fic is for you.

Warnings: Noncon (by a third party), dubcon, monster fucking, gore.

Jack Frost!Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Watching Saz slowly feeding us this piece in the server was so good, everyone was on the edge of their seat waiting to see what would happen next. So when I realized she shared it on Tumblr? I needed to add it here. A whole meal, 10/10.

Warnings: Somnophilia

@kuroos-babygirl

Smile for the camera / Aran Ojiro x Reader x Suna Rintarou

This was a pleasure to beta read for my wife. It pulls you into the story and the plot is wonderful.

Warnings: Threesome, voyeurism, filming.

Merry Christmas, I love you / Bokuto Koutaro x Reader

Another perfect mix of fluff and smut. Spending the holidays with Bokuto gone spicy. For those who love Christmas, this one has to be one of the sweetest Christmas fics for those of you who love the holidays.

@savagetrickster

Fever / Todoroki Shouto x Reader

One of the longest, spiciest, and best fics to exist, featuring Doctor Shouto. The amount of smut in this fic is unbelievable but you.will.not.regret reading it over and over again.

Cause I’m a fool / Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Ok, this one doesn’t have smut, but the angst? delicious. The way everything is described, from the surroundings to the character’s feelings is a beautiful display of art.

@honeytama

Wanted for Pleasure / Spinner x Reader x Stain

Listen, this is one of the hottest fics I’ve ever read. Threesome fics are some of my favorites and this one will NOT disappoint you. And of course, there’s some tongue action, courtesy of Daddy Stain.

Give me more / Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

Listen, Shigaraki’s not exactly one of my favorite characters to lewd, and yet, Lauren managed to make me enjoy a fic with this crusty bastard. And boy did I enjoy this a lot.

This is also part 2 of one of her previous fics, which you can find here!

@hawks-senseis

Dear Husband / Takami Keigo x Reader

Dom!Readers weren’t my thing until I came across this little series featuring Hawks as this sweet househusband and then brrrrrrrr, Prism.exe stopped working.

@sailor-manga

Caught / Shouta Aizawa x Reader

My masochist self couldn’t stop reading this one over and over because of all the angst AND the smut in it.

@sempiternal-amour

Tiddie Sucking / Bokutou Koutaro x Reader x Kuroo Tetsurou

The way this fic made me giggle like a madwoman...because it’s so damn good and I love fics where they play with your titties like you have no idea...ANYWAY, GO READ THIS, YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.

A Jolly-day, Holi-day / Suna Rintarou x Reader

This one is sfw and such an adorable fic! Personally, Christmas is not one of my favorite holidays but when I say mi corazón tagged me, my inner crybaby came out screaming like a rabid animal. Suna being so sweet and wholesome made this grinch’s heart swell.

@xplosiveboy

Incubus!Kuroo x Reader

Monster Fucking is a favorite of mine, but Incubus? Sign me the fuck up. *chef kiss*.

This little octopus blessed my existence with this fic and I will love them for eternity.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Monsters.

@rocorambles

Dream come true / Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Yes another Kuroo fic, I have a problem pspdkspdks. This fic...God, I have no words to describe what it was like reading it for the first time. Beautiful, depraved, and perfect. Not apt for those who are not into dark content, but for those who like it? You’ve come to the right place.

Warnings: Noncon, Yandere, Non concented Somnophilia, DDLG.

@divinewhimsy

Upright Fool / Todoroki Touya x Reader

A small warning, don't read this if Shouto's your favorite Todoroki cause you might want to smack him during this fic. Touya on the other hand? Marry me pls. A sfw, no quirks AU that you'll definitely adore.

@candychronicles

Masquerade Girl / Takami Keigo x Reader

I don't think there's a lot of glory holes fics around, but this one is a gemstone. And Hawk's character is on point, everything Candy writes is perfect.

And there you have it, folks! These are some of my favorite fics, but not all of them. Will I make a part 2 of this appreciation post? Damn right! There are so many more fics I want to show you guys, such as one of the very first ones that turned me into a monster fucker as well as the one that inspired me to write “Forgive me, Lord”. And there are so many more blogs I need to fangirl about.

Until then, enjoy your visit to the Record’s store!

With Love -Prism. ♡

#🎙.Announcement-in-the-store #💖.Apreciation Posts #I WASN'T DONE ADDING PEOPLE AND TUMBLT POSTED IT BEFORE #WHAT HAPPENED

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orionsangel86 · 4 years ago

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Saz, please don't take this the wrong way, I'm not trying to rain on your parade but please please be cautious! I am just like you in that I took a break away from the SPN fandom when I suspected Cas would permadie. I came back after IT happened. I really did for a while convince myself it would all be ok but now I'm not so sure and as someone who struggles with mental health, I can't risk it. You don't have to reply, I just wanted to say this. I truly hope it all goes well in the end :)

Thank you for your message nonny. I think I'm still riding on a high from it all but I do get the concern. Not that long ago I was terrified we wouldn't get a good ending. I do understand people still feeling the way I did. I would never belittle those feelings as they are totally understandable.

My leaving fandom was never because I thought Cas wasn't gonna be in 20. It was confirmed to me back in like February that he would be in 20, so I've never doubted that. It’s interesting that they are being all smoke and mirrors about that info now because Misha confirmed in a M&G at the start of the year that he was back in 20 so no matter how much he backtracks, that will remain the truth. My issue was that they wouldn't treat him well, or that after his death in 18 we'd only see him as a flashback, or that he would be dismissed as an irrelevant side character.

For my own part by confirming Destiel all that is changed. There is still a slight fear if I am totally honest with myself that it will be unrequited and Dean won’t textually confirm his love - but this fear goes against EVERYTHING. It goes against EVERYTHING Supernatural has been building on for Dean’s own journey, completely separate to the journey Cas has been on. So I have to cling on to that.

If it doesn’t go the way we want, if Cas doesn’t come back and Misha’s appearance in 20 is some weird plot point unrelated to Destiel, then I will indeed be horrified, angry, upset, and probably react to Supernatural the way I reacted to Game of Thrones - by pretending it never existed.

Right now though, I am focusing on the logical path of the story, and the meta that has guided me for all these years which has proved that at least 1 big theory we meta writers had was correct: Castiel is in love with Dean. The other big theory that everything in the show has been pointing towards since day 1, is that Dean is bisexual, and returns Cas’s love. Right now we have been validated on one point, I don’t see any reason why we won’t be validated on the second.

I will say this though, if anyone comes across my posts now, and thinks I am being smug or obnoxious, or criticising people for being negative, I do want to be clear on something - I am well aware that I became negative and left fandom spaces to try to supress my love for the show as a defence mechanism, I’ve been doing it all year. I do not judge anyone who still feels now the way I did then. At all. Even though the canon Destiel confirmation has reignited my love for the show and my faith in its ending, I can understand the aprehension and lack of trust. I also hope that those people wouldn’t see my positive posts as an attack on them because honestly? They are more a coping mechanism for me. Each and every post I have written and reblogged since Destiel went canon has helped steer me back on the path to positivity. It’s just something I needed for myself.

The only people I suppose I am angry with, and judging harshly, are those who aren’t fans at all, and who want to spout their opinions having never watched the show or knowing very little about it. Those people I have zero time for and I am absolutely not apologising for any offence I may have caused them.

I am still being cautious. I am celebrating the victory that we meta writers were right. The validation of being right has been fantastic. That doesn’t mean I’m NOT still nervous and anxious about how it will all end. I will keep guarding my heart until I know the outcome. I’m not watching season 15 anyway. As much as I am celebrating, I haven’t watched 15x18, and I won’t watch a single episode of SPN until I am reassured that it ends the way we need it to.

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #destiel is canon #fandom wank #asks

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anntidote · 4 years ago

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.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*. 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

i made this blog in july of 2020, and only started writing & posting in september. ever since then, i have already written over 70(?) pieces for the hq community, made a handful of friends, and everything seems to have snowballed since. i’ve seen so much sappy shit on my dash and it honestly makes me sick— but i’m truly thankful. here’s my lil spiel ♡

♡ my followers & misc readers.

thank you for taking the time to click on a post. notes, reblogs, comments— let alone, actually reading it. the fact that you enjoy and spend time reading my content, makes my day.

i can still recall the first requests i recieved and first couple notes i got. i cried because i didn’t think my writing was anything that anyone would pay attention to— but now, a couple notes is a daily thing. although i definitely don’t take it for granted— i really do appreciate you all. whether you’re loud as shit in my inbox or a silent reader. thank you.

you have no idea how much you all mean to me, and how much your support has impacted me through the latter half of 2020. let’s walk brighter paths together this year <3

and hopefully y’all get laid cuz holy shit y’all are horn KNEE sheesh

i’m honestly not any better LMAO

♡ my moots. (i might miss a couple of ya but shh ily all the same)

@liberhoe — you ass, thank you for being literally the most interactive/extroverted bih i know. whether it’s me- teasing you about upcoming fic ideas or your thirsts on a libero- i treasure these moments. fuck you thank you for making me **error** throughout the time i’ve been here... also, go drink some water.

@ceo-of-daichi — lydz!! thank you for always answering my unique social sunday asks and always being so kind. your voice is always soothing, and i hope you n daichi are spending some quality time together rn c;

@knightofameris — Y O U. you kind ass mofo >:( i hope you’re taking care of yourself. thank you for always being so so so so so so so caring towards me, and always tagging me in those cute lil games! i swear i’ll do them soon— but the spam likes got me buried like an animal crossing fossil 😔 anyway, i hope this year brings you better circumstances <3 muah

@atsumoon — HANA!! i hope you’re doing well, darling <3 it’s been a hot second but thank you for always checking up on me once n awhile. sending virtual hugs c:

@prettysetterbaby — jj, i’m going to fight tumblr because i’ve been trying to be your friend for so goddamn long LOL but i’m glad i’m being given a shot here. thank you for being so open with me, and not telling me i looked like a literal CHILD when i sent the matchup photos LMAOOOO love ya <3 may we become better friends this year !

@stelleum — holy shit i still cant believe we’re moots- um okay- d e a d a s s may i say; you, afton (also my moot but im too scared to interact cuz im a clown), saz, and another writer are the reason why i started writing for the hq fandom um- thank you for inspiring me and [most likely] a bunch of other writers in the fandom. although i’m not the most extroverted person in interacting, i want to thank you as one of your readers (and now your moot i guess ahaha *error*) for writing, as i truly enjoy what you put out. <3 stay healthy.

@soft-for-shoyo — IT’S GOD SAZ!! i’m sorry i haven’t been interacting a lot,,, i’m not exactly the most extroverted moot but congrats on the success on your december event! i don’t lurk i swearrrr *cough* much love & happy new year !!

@hisoka-married-illumi — i just became your moot and your chaos is very much welcome heh i’ve seen you in my motifs and have always wanted to interact but i’m 👉👈 so i’m very happy we’re moots now LMAO thank you for the kindness you’ve shown me and the fact you even read my trash content <3

@jeongccr — should i even consider you a moot? LOL you’re more of my son than a moot. thank you for always putting up with my bullshit when it comes to me fangirling about music. as a fellow army, i cant wait to bootleg more concerts with you- and i hope we’ll be able to see the boys live again this year. here’s to making more memories <3

♡ myself (brutally honest)

let’s do better and do more. i know you’re still miserable from losing a year or so of your childhood to something you can’t control- and that fact that you’ve gone through so much loss this year- i know you’re strong and capable of so much more. let’s keep our chin up, and remember where you came from. lias told us we’re the protagonists of the world, so let’s make it a reality.

#i love my moots<3 #this is made late #im crying in the club bro #sorry guys #anyway much love #muah #kisses and smooches #happy new years loves #lets get it #anntidote:organizes #not haikyuu

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