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darkspellmaster · 6 months ago

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Wish is just a normal Disney film just like all the rest.

Wish is actually a damn good movie, there I said it!

I'm going to start by saying this much, it's very odd to me that so many people are now screaming for a love story from Disney, when not even five or ten years ago there was shouting from the roof tops about Disney doing TOO MUCH romance. For the longest time it was "I wish Disney wouldn't do pairings" "Ugh another romance, can't the princess not." Etc. Now everyone wants one, even though Romance isn't really as big a Disney trope as people think.

Actually let's go through the animated catalogue and see how frequently the love story is centered as the main conflict and asperation to the character. In this case it's the key thing, not a 'Oh they happen to like each other in the end' situation, it's THE thing, the point of the movie is their romance. Then let's see how many have it as the secondary aspect, and let's see how many have it as not important at all. (And we're talking romantic love, not family love)

Romance (Total number: 15)

Snow White, Lady and the Tramp, The Aristocats, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Pocahontas, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Secondary Characters hook up so this is a weird one), Doug's First Movie, Tarzan, Lizzie McGuire the Movie, Enchanted, The Princess and the Frog (Only from Naveen's POV), Tangled (could be seen as secondary too)

Secondary (Total Number: 25)

Fantasia, Bambi, Make Mine Music, Fun and Fancy Free , Melody Time, The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, Cinderella Sleeping Beauty

One Hundred and One Dalmatians , Robin Hood, The Rescuers , The Fox and the Hound , Who Framed Roger Rabbit, The Rescuers Down under

The Nightmare before Christmas, The Lion King ,Hercules ,Mulan ,Fantasia 2000 , Dinosaur, Atlantis the Lost Empire , Meet the Robinsons , Frankenweenie ,Frozen, , Strange World

Not in it at all (Total Number: 42 -including Wish)

Pinocchio, The Reluctant Dragon, Dumbo, Saludos Amigos, Victory through Air power, Three Caballeros, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan

Sword in the Stone, The Jungle Book, The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, The Black Cauldron, The Great Mouse Detective

Oliver and Company, Ducktales the Treasure of the lost lamp, A Goofy Movie, James and the Giant Peach, The Tigger Movie

The Emperor's new Groove, Recess School's out, Return to Neverland, Lilo and Stich, Treasure Planet, The Jungle Book 2

Piglet's big Movie, Brother Bear, Teacher's Pet, Home on the Range, Pooh's Heffalump Movie, Chicken Little, The Wild

Bolt, Winnie the Pooh, Wreck it Ralph, Big Hero 6, Zootopia, Moana, Wreck it Ralph 2, Frozen 2, Raya and the Last Dragon, Encanto, Wish

These are just the animated not live action, and not live action with animation movies. All in all it's more common to see a Disney film with NO romance in it at all then a romantic one.

So why is it that people keep saying, but we're missing the romance, it's because of the fact that most of the time the Parks and other media pair the characters together. Take Peter pan, in the movie, the boy is utterly oblivious to Wendy's affections, to the point of pissing her off enough that she leaves the party that the tribe is hosting. In the parks, and other media (the plays, other movies) the romance is in your face, because people want them to be a couple, but in the movie itself you never see it.

Star, based on the making of book, was supposed to be a younger version of Asha's grandfather, which fits the theming of the movie. However, from what I understand, one of the reasons why they went against is was because it was hitting to close to Genie in the shape shifting. On top of that, the character of Star, seems heavily inspired by the art work of William Joyce, who created Night Light.

This is him and Katherine (Future Mother Goose) who is basically Star in a lot of ways. He lights the night to keep the nightmares away. These two eventually grow up (He remembers He's jack frost) and they end up as a couple.

It would be apping off of that story, and sadly people didn't give the William Joyce movie Meet the Robinsons a chance (don't sleep on that folks please! It is a good story.)

Also straight up give more love to the Guardian's of Childhood, you'll be happy while you read it.

I'm not saying don't ship it, what I am saying is that please don't go saying this was planned when it really wasn't. That was supposed to be her grandfather there.

And I'm not against the art work, I find it very cute and sweet and lover the designs. But I do think that the whole, "WE WERE ROBBED!" thing isn't being at all fair to the creative team behind this story, as again, *points up* they were following the tradition of a story that doesn't have a love interest, which is the vast majority of the stories that they tell.

Wish perfectly falls in line also with Disney's normal length of animated movies.

Wish was 1 hours and 35 minutes

The movie that came out before it clocked in at

Strange World = 1 hours and 42 minutes

Moana = 1 hours and 47 minutes

Frozen = 1 hours and 42 minutes

This Hour long movie thing started really with Atlantis the Lost Empire = 1 hours and 36 minutes

While Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Mulan, Lilo and Stitch all clock in around =1 hour and 30 at most, some are even less than that. Wish's run time is equal to that of Atlantis, or Aladdin, or Treasure planet. So I'm a bit perplexed on the "It's too short" thing. Maybe growing up just before and during the days of Little Mermaid and Aladdin made me like the shorter tales.

Which is another point. With a shorter movie, you never get complete backstory. It's a fairy tale! I mean, look at Little Mermaid. Seriously can you Name any of her sisters from the opening song.

Like seriously, I don't really know a lot of people who can tell me anything about Aquatica, for example. Unless you actually read the books or watched the TV show. And before then we had nothing. Nothing on her mom, nothing on her sisters.

Then there's the town Belle comes from, what do we know about it? Not much, not even who governs the damn thing. Howe about Aladdin before the TV series and King of thieves cleared up everything. We didn't know who his parents were, nor Jasmine's mom. Hell we still don't know anything about Cinderella's father from the animated movie.

Point being, a lot of information, much like Wish, got cut for time. In Snow white we were supposed to be given a longer back story for her father and mother, that was cut due to it being to long, it's in the golden book though. Prince Florian (Yes that is his name) was supposed to have Prince Phillips escape, but it was deemed to hard to animate at the time.

Also there was one that was dancing on the clouds, with STARS, around them that looks very much like you know, our Star.

So basically, he's a nod to what could have been for Snow White all those years ago. Cut for time.

Aladdin had a whole cut song because they chopped his mother out as she was supposed to play a part in the movie and help her son with the Genie.

Zena is her name and she was cut to streamline the film.

Maid Marian in the original Robin Hood was supposed to protect him after his plunge into the water, and protect him from King John while he's threatening her. King Richard appears in the end and scares him into stopping but she's willing to take a dagger to the chest to protect Robin.

This is when Richard meets Robin with Marian telling him all about what happened.

All Disney movies change. Isabel in Encanto was supposed to have a nerdy boyfriend that the family disapproved of.

Hell, Frozen was at one point going to be the Bad guy wins the guy, the hero (Gerta) that we followed all the way to the end rooting for her, was supposed to be a gold digger, and Kai was supposed to say "Nah, I'm gonna stick with the Snow Queen" because she's sad and your a bitch. (Thanks Eisner, I hate it!)

So yeah, there's probably A whole lot of cut content that was supposed to go in, but to streamline it to 95 minutes, you have to cut! At least it's not what happened to the Black Cauldron. No I will never forgive Katzenburg for that travesty!

Disney always used Popular Music over Broadway

Honestly this is the one complaint that I hear that kills me the most about this movie, that the studio went with a pop music team. As if this is not a common thing for Disney movies!

Fun fact, the team behind most of the musical scores up until the 1960s were all composers and musicians that wrote songs for the radio. Or song writers that did radio music. If I listed every single one we'd be here for ages.

The Sherman brothers actually wrote pop tunes for the Teen sweetheart Annette Funicello and several other well known singers and actors of movies.

The first major Broadway group was Ashman and Menken, Followed by Miranda, and the Lopez's. Most, if not all of the biggest Disney songs were written by pop songwriters, whos goal it was to get that song played on the radio.

Hell The Lion King, Tarzan, The Emperors New Groove, and Treasure planet to name a few were all done by Pop musicians. I didn't hear complaining about it back then! What's the difference now? Because the team is not Elton freaking John, or Sting?

All of Oliver and Company was pop songs. Several movies didn't have songs, or only had one.

If we're going to celebrate a studio that helped bring an artform out of it's infancy and show that you could do a full movie of animated pictures where you get emotions out of it, we need to celebrate all aspects, and that includes things we may not realize are kind of unique.

When Hercules and Hunchback came out, people complained about them not being "Traditional" Disney. It was Gospel, it was too dark, or in the case of Tarzan, why are we following a boy, or Treasure planet, "Yuck a space story". Now people adore these movies. People who grew up with them want to celebrate them, and sometimes they don't realize that they were once derided as hard or harder than Wish is being right now.

I just wish that people would give these movies a chance rather than not let the creatives tell their story. We had a whole damn section of 2D animation in Strange World! No one talked about it! No one went "More of this please". Give me these stories, let me enjoy a original fairy tale, because if we keep rehashing things, there's going to be little to celebrate when the next 10 or 20 years rolls around.

Sorry for the kinda rant. This has just been on my nerves for a while.

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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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You're always holding on to stars (Moon Knight system x Famous!F!reader)

Prompt: Stargazing.

Words: 736

They lay out in the field, her head on his chest as they gaze out on the stars in the sky. Marc and His childhood friend, his high School sweetheart, the one who will get away, He knows her asperations are what will separate them. She had just gotten signed to a big record company and was moving to New York. And he wasn’t coming. They had decided it was best to take a break, give her the room to grow in her industry, unattached. Neither of them really wanted to. They we’re both very in love, but Marc Knew she would do amazing things, with or without him.

“I used to think this all was ours” Marc mutters as they looks out on the stars. “You and me against the world. Forever.”

“Me too. I never thought I’d actually get signed. I figured it would be the two of us, open mic nights at the coffee house, normal lives…” She softly says as she cuddles in closer to him. He wraps an arm around her and squeezes her tight

“Don’t feel bad for following your dreams. I’ll always be there to support you.”

“I know, I just…I wish you were coming with me. I’m going to miss you.” She sighs.

“Cheer up butter cup. Its not forever, just until you get your feet on the ground right?” He takes her chin in his hand and looks into her eyes.

“Right…just a break…Not a break up.”

Two years have passed, they have stayed in pretty close contact, and when Marc and Steven started to live a more integrated life she had taken the time to come out to London to get to know him. She stayed with him for a visit. And Steven was absolutely enchanted with her. She was an amazing artist he was enamored from the moment they met. As they walked through Camden Market they were stopped a few times by excited fans. Steven watched and helped take pictures with a smile on his face.

“I’m sorry Steven I know you wanted to just have some time the two of us…” She smiles sheepishly at him.

“No! I’m not bothered at all! It’s nice how sweet you are to your fans! It’s quite…adorable” He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck as he looks at her. He was falling for her hard…he could understand what had Marc hooked to her.

As they days in London pass, She, Marc and Steven start to fall into a pattern, and tabloids start talking…And much too soon she has to leave again. As Steven gets to say his goodbye he holds her in his arms.

“How is it that you're right here…why do I miss you so much?” Steven asks with tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Hey now don’t cry, we decided, I’ll be back, we’re going to make this work this time. I promise.” She reassures him while wiping the tears from his eyes. She smiles at him.

“I feel Like I’m Stargazing. Watchin’ your life from afar. You’re my star…Shining brighter than the rest.” Steven says sweetly as he presses his forehead against hers. She smiles then leans in to kiss him.

As the years pass eventually the fame and hype dies down, and Marc, Steven and her are able to live mostly normal lives, eventually, they also integrate their third alter Jake into their happy family. Jake take a little more time to warm up to her, but as the years pass, wedding anniversaries come and go, Jake is as much in love with her as the others. It was a beautiful evening as they sat on the balcony of their home looking out on the sky as the stars start to show.

“Estrella ... te ves tan hermosa en el crepúsculo…” Jake says to her with his voice low and pressing his body against hers as she leans on the railing. She chuckles and looks over her shoulder at him.

“You’re too cheesy.” She teases.

“What? Sólo digo la verdad, cariño. You know this.” He says in a mock offended tone as he pulls her closer, turning her to face him. “I close my eyes and think about tomorrow and All I see is us…stargazing…” He looks into her eyes, gazing into them he smiles. The stars in the sky will never compare to those in her eyes.

Translations:

Estrella ... te ves tan hermosa en el crepúsculo : Star...you look so beautiful in the twilight

Sólo digo la verdad, cariño.: I only speak the truth my darling.

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letswrites · 7 months ago

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LN- All roads lead to you

This is so long, but so intense. Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Masterlist

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Chapter 4: Woking

It definitely was a crappy moment for Lando. That day, more specifically, was supposed to be good: he was going on a date with her. But it was already going shitty. It rained in London. A lot. The place they wanted to go had a kilometric waiting line and they were both pissed, hungry, and soaked so they went back to Lando's car.

"I'm so sorry this went wrong" "Not your fault" he could feel the asperity in her tone "I should have planned better" "What now? What's plan B?" his patience was already over "I don't fucking have one!" he raised his voice tone "So fucking create one!" she responded also increasing hers "Is this much that I mean to you?" she muttered before turning her head to the left to look at the rain pouring outside. Great. Now they were being rude to each other. Lando sighed, then leaned forward so his forehead could touch the wheel. He took a deep breath "Sorry for screaming with you" "I'm sorry too" he touched her right hand, and she looked at him "What about pizza?" "I like pizza" "Great! How do you like your pizza?" "Eating it on the sofa wearing pajamas or comfy clothes while I watch K-dramas. Or anything I enjoy to watch. " he giggled "You're so cute. I was talking about the flavor" "Oh! I like Margherita. Or pepperoni" "You have good taste" "I do" "Okay, so we're having Margherita and Pepperoni pizza watching a Korean series on a sofa, wearing comfy clothes" he aligned his body "Now... which sofa?" he looked at her suggestively, faking innocence one more time "I am not inviting you to my place" "Hum... what about mine?" "Isn't it in Woking?" "Yes. An hour from here" she chewed her inner cheek "Sure" "Really?" "Yes" "Alright! Let's go".

Lando opened the door and proudly announced "Home sweet home" she scanned the room, there were a lot of helmets there "Are you a collector?" "Hum?" "The helmets" "Yes, I am. Do you like them?" "Yes! They are very beautiful" "They are" she kept looking around "What about that?" She pointed to Max "Oh, that's just Max. I iron his clothes while he plays videogame" she giggled "You've already met" "Where?" "Milan" she had a confused expression "The guy who wanted to take pictures with Daniel" "Oh, sure!" "Come in. Mi casa es tu casa" "Now you speak Spanish?" "As you can see" "Eres lago?" He pondered about what she'd say and looked at her with disdain "Shut up" she giggled "Max!" he shouted. Max took one of the headphones off the ear without taking his eyes of the scream "What?" "We have a guest, say hi" he paused the game and turned to them "Oh, it's you. Hi!" "Hey, Max" he looked at Lando "Am I disturbing?" "Nah, we're just having pizza with comfy clothes. I brought you one" "Is it a new underwear? I'd appreciate if it's" Lando poked Max's nape "Pizza, mate. I brought you pizza" she giggled "And iced tea" "Which flavor?" "Pepperoni pizza and peach iced tea" "You are a true angel" Lando grinned then looked at her and made a gesture with his head "Come on" "Okay. Bye, Max" "See you later, mate" "Bye, guys".

Lando's bedroom was really a nerd cave. She giggled in her mind "he does pretend not to be a nerd really well" he placed the pizza boxes on his desk "So, we do have not a sofa. But..." he walked toward the beanbags and pillows pile "We have this. If you prefer we can stay on my bed" she smiled "nice try' she knew that if they stayed on his bed, something more would happen. "Seems cozy enough for me" "It's" "What about the comfy clothes?" he looked at her, she was wearing a white dress with a machiatto cardigan and beige FILA shoes. She wasn't comfy. Nor he. He walked towards his wardrobe "What do you think?" it was a Quadrant black hoodie "I think it covers your whole body" "I love men's hoodies. It's perfect" "I just don't have any shorts or trousers that would fit you" "No worries, I have shorts under my dress" "Good. Catch it!" he threw it to her "Good catch" she smiled, her cheeks blushed .

"What about you? You don't seem comfy" he was wearing khaki trousers and a black polo shirt "You're right" he unbuttoned his trousers and slid on his legs all the way down to the floor, then ripped off his t-shirt from his body. It lasted nothing but his white Calvin Klein's. She watched it without daring to blink even for a second. Was he trying to make her take the first step? She wasn't going to bed with him. He showed her a grey sweatshirt shorts and a purple hoodie "What do you think?" "That's way better" "Alright" he started to dress up "Are you enjoying the view?" How could she not enjoy the view of his sculpted body? The abs, thighs, chest, arms, and even the glutes (which she'd kill to have a full vision of) were everything shaped by Heaven's hands. "What if I am?" There're no problems at all" she chuckled "Dress up quicker! The pizza is getting cold" "Okay, okay... I am already done".

He looked at her, she was still with her clothes "Aren't you going to change clothes?" she looked at him, cheekily and took her cardigan off, then one shoulder strap of her dress, and the other. He started to salivate, but it ended very soon cause she wore the hoodie, and then ripped the dress off. What a disappointment. And she did it on purpose "Is something wrong?" "No. You look cute" she smiled "Shall we eat?" "Sure! What do you wanna watch, by the way?" she sat on the beanbag "Navillera" "What's this about?" he sat by her side while navigating through Netflix "A dancer who teaches a mailman how to dance ballet" "What?!" "It's beautiful! You'll like" "If you're saying..."

...

Hours later:

"Do you remember when I told you I hate alcohol and you asked why had I drank that beer in Milan?" "Yes. You haven't told me why yet" "Well, I just thought: 'she isn't being herself tonight, so if I drink too I will not hurt myself later with the memory of a fake her'" he paused. She blinked, surprised with how deep it sounded. "But you were real, more than I've ever been with a girl" he paused again and added in his mind only "Well, except one...". He continued to talk "Anyway! I was the one faking in there" she kept in silence "Wow" "Yeah" "you are a womanizer in fact" he lifted his head from her thighs "Did you just say..." she laughed "I meant: You don't need to be fake with me. I like the real you" he smiled "Good" she started to caress his hair and in a snap, he fell asleep.

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Max opened the door euphoric ready to get in and shout at his friend about how amazing he was on the new game "Mate you're not going to believe..." but he found her reading a book. She was lying on a pile of pillows on the floor with Lando with his head on her belly, his arms lazily around her waist, seeming to be in a heavy sleep. The pink neon lamp was the only source of light in the room, she probably would get a bad headache for it later. He looked at her, awkwardly, with the PS remote in one hand and the other on the door's handle "What..." "He fell asleep" "I can see it" "Please don't wake him up" "I..." he looked at the television in the living room and back to her and walked into the other room, closing the door and sitting next to her on the floor "Are you sure you don't want to wake him up?" "No" "You look very uncomfortable" "Yeah, a bit. But it's okay" 'What the fuck was wrong with her? Who in the world could be that nice? Especially with his mate who wasn't the man of the year for her' Max thought. "Or you're dumb or you really like Lando" he said playfully trying to discover what she was hiding below that nice and lovely window dressing. She only chuckled in response, a tired air. 'What could it be...?' he tried to read her face, she wanted to spill something out, she wanted to cry, but why?

She was there with Lando for hours, he could hear them laughing and talking, what could possibly have happened? Did someone catch feelings? Did he reject her? If yes, why did she let him sleep on her body? Was he sleeping or she made him sleep with something? Cause he was sleeping so deeply and Lando didn't sleep so hard, so peacefully as he was now in years. Or had she thrown something on him and... And then he realized! He moved his gaze to her "Did he tell you about the sleeping problems?" "Yes, he did" she said shortly as she wanted to avoid the question, cause if she didn't she would start spilling everything out. He nodded in acknowledgment. She sniffed, put her book down, and finally started to speak "It's just..." she had her eyes waved "He's 22" he looked at her, a bit confused "So?" "He wasn't supposed to have sleeping problems. He wasn't supposed to wake up in the middle of the night full of anxiety because had a bad dream about the camera's flash lights" She was about to cry and he couldn't let her "Hey, don't cry. I know it's hard for him and it's heartbreaking to watch it from so close, but he also chose it. It was his choice and he loves racing even with those... inconveniences" she sniffed, swallowing the tears and nodding "Yeah, I know" she dried the few tear drops that rolled down her face and finally faced Max "Isn't ironic how we waste our youth to guarantee an uncertain future?" "And at the end, we actually don't even really live" "Exactly" "Yes. Freaking ironic" he touched her shoulder "We all are going to be happy at the end" "Thanks for your supportive words, Max" "I got your back, girl" she smiled without showing her teeth and he did the same. "When he wakes up tell me. I have a few scores to brag about" She chuckled "Okay" "Okay" he stood up to leave. She dried her face again, now completely, and caressed his blondish curls "You deserve better" she whispered more to herself than to him "Way better...." and opened her book again.

He had told her about the sleeping problems, but not only. He slipped about Luisa as well. She said she didn't like that. He said he'd change for her and then the subject died.

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Later that day:

"I am leaving already" she stated "Wait!" He held her wrist. In her wildest dreams, he would ask her to stay the night, like a couple would do "Don't want me to take you back to London?" but in reality, he offered himself to take her back to make sure she was not even thinking about staying the night "I can take an uber" "I can't let you take an uber this hour. Plus, it'll cost you a fortune" "Fine" he chuckled "Will take a wee and grab the keys" then deposited a kiss on her forehead "Okay. Gonna wait outside" "Good". "BYE, MAX" she shouted and walked to the garage. She leaned on the car then heard footsteps behind her, it was Max "Max! Hi" "Hey... Came to say goodbye" "Very thoughtful of you" "Sure you don't want to stay? It's late already " "I would like to, but Lando wouldn't so ..." "I live in here too, if I want I can invite you to a sleepover" she chuckled "You're too sweet. But I don't want trouble" he licked his lips and lowered his tone "Look, I probably shouldn't be telling you this but... you're a good girl and you deserve more than that" "That what?" "Lando" "hum?" "If you're looking for a serious thing, he is not the guy for you" "Oh..." she swallowed "Thanks for letting me know" he nodded "I'm back. What's going on here?" "Drive safely, and call me if you need something" "Thanks, Max" "Bye bye" "Bye" "Let's go".

The way back to London was quiet, the sound of the radio filled the void that her pathetic soul left in the vehicle:

'Don't play games

Don't play games with my heart, ooh-wee

Now the feels hit me differently

When they hittin' this deep, don't play'

"Are you tired?" Lando asked 'Yes, of your games' she thought "A bit" "Why don't you sleep a little?" "You don't mind?" "No, it's fine" "Okay" she wasn't even that sleepy, but the last thing she wanted in that moment was to interact with Lando. She leaned her head on the window and listened to the song:

'All the things you doin', yeah

I think I've seen it all before

Seen it, seen it all before, ah

Everything you're sayin'

Yeah, I think I've heard it all before

Yeah, heard it all before'

"Want me to turn off the radio?" 'Oh, no. It was the perfect song for that moment' she told herself "You don't have to. I like this song" "Alright, then"

'If you don't give me your time

Then I ain't givin' you mine, huh

If you're gonna lie

Then I'ma say "goodbye"

Every game you're playin'

Yeah, boy, I've played them all before

And I win 'em all'

So fucking perfect timing. Like a Heavenly advice directly for her.

...

Almost an hour later they were back at her place "Hey, princess" he caressed her hair "We're at your castle" She woke up, stretched, and looked at him "Thanks for the ride" "My pleasure. Thanks for the amazing day. I thought everything was fucked up but it was... perfect" she smiled 'for how many girls did you say that?' she thought "Well, I am going now" "Sure" she unclipped the security belt and noticed something "Oh! Your hoodie" "Keep it. Looks good on you" she smiled "Thanks" she already was opening the car door but he stopped her "I don't get a kiss?" she leaned toward him and gave him a brief kiss on the lips "Goodnight, Lando" "Goodnight, beautiful" "Drive safely" "Alright". She closed the car's door and then walked to the building where she lived, maybe sleeping would kill that whole confusion inside of her.

A few days later

London to Woking, England:

She was pissed with herself. She promised not to do it anymore. Driving from London to Woking just to see him. At least not just because he asked her to.

The things that she heard the last time she was there still resonated in her mind

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Flashback:

"So? What do you think about Navillera?" "I actually enjoyed it" "Really?" "Yeah. The main character guy actually dances really well" "Glad you liked" he smiled "Hum. I was thinking...." "What?" "You know..." Lando started while they still ate pizza in his room "I... I want to be honest with you" "So be honest with me" "I am seeing someone else" "Oh! Why?" "I enjoy meeting people" he shrugged "Hum" "Don't be like that. We're still knowing each other!" "Who?" "You and I, Luisa and I..." fuck. He spilled her name accidentally. She lowered her gaze "Couldn't you... stop doing that?" "Seeing her?" "And any other people you're seeing" he didn't like that whole thing of honesty. He was practicing for less than 3 minutes and it was already ruining all of his benefits. Fuck that. "Well, you're not my girlfriend, and Imma a single man, so I can see whoever I want to" she nodded "Hum, that's right" she was ready to open her mouth and say she was not going to be part of it, but he noticed. The way she retracted her body and her jaw tensed denounced her. His ego noticed he was losing her, like he suspected when that idea of telling her the truth popped into his mind for the first time. So he lied "But I think I can do that for you" "Excuse me?" "You worth it, I'll stop seeing her for you" she smiled, softly "Really?" "Yes. And whoever you want me to stop seeing" Her body relaxed, and he knew he had her back "Alright" he smiled, then leaned to peck her lips. "Can I lay here? It seems comfortable" He pointed to her belly "Sure".

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Present time:

For some reason, she believed in his words, but Max bombarded her with the truth hours later: "If you're looking for a serious thing, he is not the guy for you".

And to make things even worse, he was seen with a girl in London 2 days after their date. Thanks The Sun, for taking off the son of a bitch's mask.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! What the fuck was wrong with him? But one thing she knew for sure, she wasn't going to tolerate any lies. She already had too many of this type in her life in the past. It had to end.

Woking, England

Lando's place

They were in his kitchen. She was sitting on a bench on the island staring at the floor, thinking how she was going to end things with him. He was chopping fruits to make a smoothie. "Are you in a bad mood today?" "No" "You seem to be" "I'm not" she kept looking at the floor "I don't believe you" "That's not my problem" he placed the knife down "Can you please tell me what's wrong?" "Do you want to know what's wrong?" "Yes, please" "I'm sick of you!" "What?! What have I done now?" "You keep playing with me as if you actually want something more than just physical!" "I…" "You think I don't see it, right? You think I don't notice that fake innocence you pretend when I am around... Those beautiful lies you say to me" he moved to be in front of her "You need to stop saying shit and calm down" "I AM NOT FUCKING CALMING DOWN!".

He widened his eyes "I am done with this" "This?" "You. And whatever shit you're planning. Go find another idiot for being your toy. Oh, hold on, you already have it! Tones of them, right?" He stepped closer "I like to be with lots of girls to take away the pain" "Good for you" "You do this to me. You make me feel less sad. I don't like to play with you, is just... Is hard to think about you leaving and me staying alone" "Why do you even care? You have a big list of girls who want to be in your bed" "Gosh… why this now? Haven't I told you I was going to stop seeing other girls?" "I don't believe you... Tabloids denounced you. 1 day, Lando. That's how long you kept your promise" he kept silent, he was caught in his white lies "Guess we both are just looking for different stuff" "Oh!" "I mean, we can't continue with that foreplay if we're not going to actually play" "Alright" he stepped even closer "I just like to have you around" he touched her face "Lando..." "Okay" It hurt her that all he wanted was what she had between her legs "Guess I am leaving, then" "Okay" she smiled at him awkwardly and made her walk of the shame towards the door. He didn't want to give up on her, he really didn't, so when she passed him, he grabbed her wrist, stopped her, stood up, and in a smooth movement pulled her to him, kissing her deeply and desperately. She responded as euphoric as him, taking his cap off to place her hands on his curls, pulling it, and scratching his nape lightly. Did he get her back? No. Cause she pushed away and handed him his cap, with a smirk on her face "Don't wear it back to front it looks boyish" and just like that, she left "Bitch" he cursed, of course, she won.

One week later:

McLaren Technology Centre, Woking, England

It wasn't easy, but Lando took her off his mind. In parts. Just a bit. The point was, he only thought about her sometimes, mainly when Daniel was around which made him take his distance from him just for a while. It was working well, for example, he was in a sim session for Arabia and Abu Dhabi and wasn't thinking about her. Progress! He rocked in the sim and was going to have his well-deserved lunch in his safe space: McLaren Technology Centre. He was so confident and cool that he might even sit with Daniel for lunch. Because she wasn't on his mind. "You will never buy my love" he hummed the song that played on the night they kissed for the first time in that club in Italy and it was all fine. She was not on his mind. Or was... cause the first thing he saw when stepped into the cafeteria was her pretty frame sitting across Daniel, smiling at something he said. He could deal with it. He could pretend he didn't see it and eat somewhere else, the building was enormous. Yes, he could eat at the rooftop. Catch some Sun, appreciate the beautiful view of Woking, and let the wind mess up his hair. She wouldn't take all his thoughts. He wouldn't let her. But she did and he let her, cause a cloud 9 of her, everything he avoided for the past week, hit him hard. And he couldn't move, which was the perfect opportunity for to Daniel see him standing there and call him "Hey, Lando!" "Fuck" he thought and politely and very artificially, smiled at his teammate. "Come here mate!" she half-turned her body to spot him and smiled as if that conversation never existed. "Oh yes, she won again" he thought, sighing and walking towards their table "Hey, guys..." he said awkwardly, she put her fork down and smiled "Hi! How was the simulator?" how did she know about the sim? Daniel probably told her, of course, but... Has she asked about him? He faced her, she looked even smaller looking from above. She looked adorable seeming smaller than she already was. She would look even more adorable if he realized it naked. If he had those thoughts about how adorable she was looking at her from above with her on her knees, sucking him, with all her softness, with her tongue sliding down his length and... there was he thinking about her again. He couldn't even move again. He cleaned his throat "Hum, yeah... It was good. Nailed it" he tried to look as casual as possible, but when she opened a warm smile and said "Of course you nailed it, it's you" he couldn't help but blush.

"Seems you have a fan, mate" Daniel grinned "Thanks..." he said almost inaudibly "Want to sit with us?" How could he say no? It was everything fucked up already "Sure..." "Great! I will grab you a chair" Daniel said a little too much excited. Poor Daniel had been avoided for weeks already "I can do it mate" "No, no it's no problem at all! You were invited, I grab it" he said already standing up "Alright, then..." "Will be back in a minute" How he had a smile on his freaking face every day? She smiled at Lando and grabbed the fork to continue eating again. Silence. Should he say something? Crap! "Hum... are you alright?" "Yeah" she swallowed her food "And you?" "I'm fine thanks" he was fine before seeing her "Still living in London?" "Oh you know, fifth-fifth" "Amsterdam?" "Yes, have been working in different cities of The Netherlands" "Oh, that's cool!" "Yes. And you? How things are?" "Pretty much the same..." he faced his shoes "Nothing new" "Really?" "Quite boring" "Want to go out someday? Dance a bit?" what was she intending to do? "Hum… like a club?" "Sure! You can invite Max, Tom, Connor, and whoever you want to" No. He definitely couldn't "You know, it has the end of the calendar so I don't think I can..." "And after Abu Dhabi?" "I'm going on vacation with some friends" Where was Daniel with the damn chair? She nodded "Still impossible to take you out" he chuckled "Still irresistible" he thought "I am a busy man" she grinned dissatisfied "Do well in Arabia for me, then" "Okay" if she probably asked Daniel about him and was asking him to going out, it meant she wanted him, right? At least a little bit. So he won.

He felt invincible. He felt so proud of himself that he didn't even notice Daniel arriving "Here's your chair mate" "Thanks, Dan" and he felt so invincible that he didn't notice her grabbing her phone "Someone is in the cellphone during lunch" she smiled "Giaro is texting me" he made an Italian gesture with his hands "Giaro" she repeated his movement "We don't do it every time we speak something in Italian" he laughed "How is him?" "Good. Want me to go with him to Greece" "Greece. Fancy. Where in Greece?" "Santorini. Seems Giaro can't stay away from the Mediterranean" Lando watched them "To contextualize you, she is friends with Giaro, I don't know what he does for a living, but he's a good-looking Italian guy with nice, soft, glowing hair" she giggled at the description "He's a model" "Anyhow, he's always traveling to somewhere nice and always invite her and she always says no cause she has to work." Daniel looked at her again "You should go!" then looked back to his teammate "Tell her she should go!" Lando looked at her, so after moving on from him, she was interested in a good-looking Italian model? "If she wants to" he shrugged pretending he didn't care. She looked at Daniel "I don't know. You asked me to..." "Forget about Abu Dhabi, go to Santorini. I am uninviting you!" he invited her to Abu Dhabi?? And now uninvited her?! "Go get laid in a fancy hotel room in Santorini" and now he told her to fuck with the guy with nice hair?? Come on Daniel! You will be avoided for one more week for this. His confidence was washed away by those comments. Comments that Daniel himself chuckled just as she did "Okay" and she just agreed. Perfect. Everything he wanted and needed. He couldn't let it happen.

"Stop pressing her Daniel" they looked at him "I just want her to have a great time. That's fair pressure" She'd have a great time with him, the great time he turned down just a few minutes ago. "Well, guys. My turn on the sim. Thanks for coming, love. Feel free to finish your meal, I text you later" "Okay" "You're in great company" Lando smiled at him "Bye bye" he hugged her. So, it was only the both of them. A killer silence while she ate her vegetables and Lando played with his pizza "Greece huh?" "Yes. It's been a while since I've been there" "Greece is great" "True" "Are you really going to Santorini instead of Abu Dhabi?" "Maybe. Why?" "Just trying to establish a conversation" "Oh, alright! Do you think I should go?" "Do you want to?" "Yeah, I'm needing a break. Holidays just exhausted me" "So I think you should" "So I will then" "Good for you" she smiled politely trying to ignore his rudeness. He didn't feel invincible anymore "It will make you feel good. You will swim, sunbathe, drink cocktails, sleep with the Italian good looking guy..." he teased her. She looked at him "Yeah" "Of course you will..." he chuckled, bitter. She knew it all was because of Giaro "I would not only on one condition" she said challengingly "Which is...?" "If you were there" "I..." he mumbled "I will be at the last GP of the season. In Abu Dhabi" "Such a shame" she joked, he laughed, insincere cause she won once more. He knew she had cause if she hadn't he wouldn't find himself buying airplane tickets to Santorini.

#f1 #l4ndo #lando norris #lando norris f1 #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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robinade · 1 year ago

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Mandalorian Obi-Wan

Winner from my ask-meme poll was a request for 1k of this!

FYI this isn't a young Obi-Wan is raised as a mando (which I have read and enjoyed a lot of!). I was more interested in what it would take for Obi-Wan as an *adult* Jedi to get drawn into mando culture. Unrelated this is also my slut!Obi-Wan manifesto.

Official summary is TBD but the general idea is that Obi-Wan needs to take up the armor he once wore temporarily as a teen on that mission to Mandalore. That means finding an armorer, and results in getting involved with the mando diaspora on Coruscant.

Fic snippet:

The spire where Dooku is being held has had the turbolifts switched off, for security’s sake.

Did they take Dooku up to his cell first, Obi-Wan wondered, or did they make the ex-Count ex-Jedi climb the stairs the whole way? Possibly one would be too out of breath to manage any type of escape attempt, because Obi-Wan himself is drawing on the Force just to keep up appearances. The Temple guard escorting him doesn’t seem to be having any problems, featureless and unperturbed in their hood and mask. Obi-Wan finds himself ruefully self-conscious of the sweat dampening his back and temples.

The guard takes him to a point perhaps midway up the spire, judging by the occasional view out to the Coruscant skyline, and through multiple sets of blast doors until Obi-Wan is face to face with Yan Dooku, apart from the orange energy shield in between them.

He’s a pale-skinned human, with piercing eyes under thick-set eyebrows and a hawkish nose. His hair is cropped short and with a neatly trimmed beard, both going white with age but, like many Jedi, Dooku carries his age lightly and stands straight-backed and tall. Handsome, in an austere way. His broad shoulders narrow to a slim waist and his short black tunic does little to disguise a pair of well-formed legs. The most notable thing about his appearance, apart from his height, are the Force suppressing cuffs that shine at each wrist.

He might even be taller than Qui-Gon was, Obi-Wan thinks with some asperity. What is with this lineage and their unnecessarily tall humanoids? Even Anakin is likely to outgrow him, judging by the size of the boy’s hands and feet.

“Grandmaster,” Obi-Wan says with a polite nod. “I understand you were asking to speak with me?”

“Padawan of my padawan,” Dooku says formally. “Yes, I do wish to speak to you.” Interestingly, he doesn’t show a hint of deference. They might as well have bumped into each other at a restaurant, for how little attention Dooku pays to the fact that he’s in a cell.

“Why me, if I may ask? It does seem odd that you want to speak to someone you’ve never met rather than your own master,” Obi-Wan says mildly, as if the answer really isn’t that important to him. In point of fact, Yoda had been so shocked at recent events– Palpatine’s murder, Dooku’s confession– that he had stepped down as Grand Master of the Order. Dooku’s silence on his motivations certainly wasn’t helping.

“Does it seem odd?” Dooku replies evenly. “It is not my intent to be secretive.”

Considering Dooku refused to talk to anyone, including his judiciary-assigned defendant, Obi-Wan doesn’t dignify that comment with an answer and merely raises an eyebrow.

“It was a calculation, as in my current position I have no leverage but information. I didn’t think the High Council would be favorable of me speaking to you unless curiosity made them desperate,” Dooku explains.

Obi-Wan has to concede the point, having been present during much of the Council’s deliberations. He wasn’t on Coruscant when Dooku was first remediated to Jedi care– Judiciary forces not being sure they can keep a powerful former-Jedi like Dooku contained– but he’d been in meetings with Master Windu and the Council nearly since the moment he landed planetside with Anakin.

At first, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure why. He’d never met the man who trained his master, since Dooku left the Jedi order to become the Count of Serenno about the same time that Qui-Gon accepted Obi-Wan as his padawan, so he had no insight as to why Dooku would choose to assassinate the High Chancellor. Then it was revealed to him that Dooku had asked for Obi-Wan by name– no wonder the Council had grilled him mercilessly. Frankly, If Obi-Wan had been anywhere in the system (instead of wading through knee deep mud on a mission close to the outer rim) he would be under suspicion as an accomplice to be sure.

Obi-Wan eyes the other man, standing calmly with his arms crossed. Was it luck, or did Dooku deliberately wait until his grandpadawan had an airlock-alibi? Obi-Wan would assume he was thinking too highly of himself to consider such a thing, but then Dooku asked for him specifically…

“The fact of the matter is, Knight Kenobi, that the Sith were not destroyed on Ruusan, as the Jedi believe. They lived, carrying on their plans for the defeat of the Jedi and subjugation of the galaxy in secret. The downfall of the Republic would not come from an overwhelming outside force this time, but from the cancerous spread of darkness within.” Dooku’s tone of voice is serious, almost lecturing. He doesn’t sound like a prisoner. Instead, he sounds like a politician, or perhaps a scholar. Albeit one whose curriculum has driven him to madness. Sensing Obi-Wan’s doubt, Dooku harrumphs at him. “You doubt my words?”

“I think those who seek darkness are bound to find it, grandmaster,” Obi-Wan says truthfully. “Whether that is Sith or otherwise remains to be seen.”

He expects annoyance from the other man, but instead Dooku smiles thinly. “You are cautious. That is good. Still, whether you believe me or not, the Sith line of Darth Bane continued unbroken… until now, when I killed Darth Sidious, who was the apprentice to Darth Plagueis. The line of Bane ends with me, for I’ll not train another.”

Obi-Wan stands still as stone, inwardly reeling. What a statement to make! First to claim that Chancellor Palpatine of all people was a Sith lord– and it could only be Palpatine, for Dooku so carefully arranged the murder to affect no bystanders; even the chancellor’s guards were incapacitated by the planted bomb rather than killed. And then for Dooku to name himself among the Sith as well? Was he meant to take this nonsense seriously?

“It’s a very interesting claim to make to be sure, grandmaster,” Obi-Wan says thoughtfully, stroking his beard with a recently formed habit. “You might try to plea that you were saving the Republic with the death of Chancellor Palpatine– a chancy matter, unless you have some sort of evidence. But then to also claim to be a member of our old enemies, the same as the chancellor, rather detracts from that statement, don’t you think?”

Dooku deigns to snort at this comment. “I have no interest in saving the Republic. The governing body has grown rotten and the powerful take what they want from the weak and rarely do they suffer repercussions. No, I think the Republic deserves what Sidious had planned for it. A civil war the likes of which hasn’t been seen in a millennia,” Dooku says, looking off into the distance as if he’s imagining it. “The bloated corpse of the Republic would shake itself to pieces and from the rubble a new empire would emerge.”

Obi-Wan is finding it all too easy to imagine, unfortunately. The tensions between different systems, the conflicts between the outer rim and the mid, the Corporate sector expanding their territory and the Republic always conceding ground, the Hutts and the pirates branching out along further hyperlanes– and the Jedi, often scrambling from emergency to emergency and rarely able to impact genuine policy change that could bring peace that lasts longer than a few months.

“What about the Jedi?” he asks faintly.

Dooku brushes some unseen lint off his tunic dismissively. “Stagnated and chained to the Republic’s dissolving throne. A war would force the Jedi to change… or die. I was hoping for the former, of course. But if the Order could not adapt, well, I’m not sure it would deserve to remain.”

Obi-Wan puts a hand over his mouth, feeling ill. He knew intellectually that Dooku had fallen, but now he can feel it in the casual disregard for life. No– there has to be more to it. There has to! If Dooku was truly lost to the dark, why had he worked to avoid any collateral damage in his attack on Palpatine? A planted bomb had ensured that Palpatine’s guards weren’t able to help him, but while there had been injuries there were no other deaths besides the obvious one. And he had stepped down from the role of Count months earlier in favor of his sister, so that kept Serenno from being implicated in the murder, much like the Jedi and Obi-Wan himself were able to be dismissed from being involved.

“Why change your mind?” Obi-Wan desperately wants to know.

Dooku glances away from Obi-Wan, looking awkward for the first time. “I received a visitation from Qui-Gon’s spirit,” he admits. “For a man who focused so much on the present while alive, his spirit has developed a strong sense of prescience.”

“That’s impossible,” Obi-Wan snaps.

“You needn’t be upset about it, you were his first choice,” Dooku replied calmly. “But the Force is too muddled on Coruscant for him to be heard. He spent years trying anyway. And then he had difficulty finding you when you were on missions. The few times he managed it he was eclipsed by Skywalker’s power in the force.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but shake his head, refusing to accept it. “It’s a very interesting story, grandmaster, to be sure. You’re going to be locked up for many years– perhaps you can write novels to pass the time.”

Dooku continued as if he hadn’t said anything. “Qui-Gon knew about the war that Sidious was planning, but more than that he could see the rebellion that came after, and the war after that. Whole planets obliterated! Their art and their cultures gone forever. The history of the Jedi lost, our artifacts destroyed or perverted…” Dooku trailed off, looking deeply troubled.

Our artifacts, he said, Obi-Wan noticed. [insert more stuff here about what ob1 thinks about all this, and qui-gon’s ghost and stuff]

“I won’t allow it,” Dooku said finally. “Palpatine has been neutralized but there are still a few pieces still in motion that cannot easily be stopped. Knight Kenobi,” Dooku says formally, “there is an army being built in wild space that will determine the fate of the Jedi. You will be the one to find it, but you must take up your Mandalorian armor before you do.”

#robin writes #star wars #obi wan kenobi #count dooku #mandalorian obi wan #ask meme

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autumn-mythos · 9 months ago

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Greater Horrors

That's what English speaking earthlings call what I am! Horrible, terrifying creatures of incomprehensible nature... we're like gods! Most of us signify something. God of water, god of instinct, god of blood, god of wrath... Well. There would be a god of wrath if we didn't exile The Indomitable Asperity. We're not huge fans of that guy.

When encountering mortals we tend to use avatars! Shapeshifting into a much more comprehensible body. Here are some examples!

Avatars of The Great Horned one! Me!

Avatar of The Visceral Almighty, God of instinct! I play smash bros with them sometimes.

I even have an avatar based on mortals!

Plaz M, An avatar of me as a merthing! I think merthings are cool. I got really bored one day and made another one of me to live a mortal life!

We need to approach mortals with an avatar or they tend to not take it very well. They call it Lovetapping

Lovetapping

Mortal brains can't handle the form or nature of a greater horror! After being lovetapped, mortals go through a myriad of changes. Most commonly, their name changes! The name almost ALWAYS reflects the name of a being in one of your world's mythologies and religions! Names like Zeus, or Apollo! They tend to forget their original names, too. Sometimes parts of their body change, sometimes their entire personality change, it's real freaky, to be honest! They can also get a huge boost in their physical and magical capabilities... I try not to make any more lovetapped people than I have to!

Mela Tonin, un-lovetapped merthing

Hypnos, Lovetapped merthing. I don't think her eye looked like that before! I'm not sure her gills are supposed to leak like that, either.

Nemesis, lovetapped ghost.

Thanatos, lovetapped wizard.

That's all I have for this post! I'll talk more about my world later! Feel free to ask questions!

#Autumn Mythos #Autumn Mythos Species #Autumn Mythos Concepts #worldbuilding

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rtc-confessions · 6 months ago

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RTC OC Brainrot time; this is the girl from the "a girl did a bunch of extra credit assignments because she and Ocean were close in GPA and she became Valedictorian instead of Ocean, and then when Ocean demanded an investigation into her academic records, they found nothing" headcanon I sent in a while back. (CW: Smoking, drinking, vaping mention, ableism mention)

Name: Violet Asper Birthday: July 15th Zodiac Sign/Nature: Cancer, the adventurous nature Favorite Ride: Anything that goes fast. RTC Superlative Title (The __est boy/girl/kid/etc in town): The Most Rebellious Girl in Town. Catchphrase: "As Katherine Hepburn once said 'If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.'" Or "If you don't sin, then Jesus died for nothing." Short Karnak-style Backstory: Violet was born to two first-generation Canadians with her father's parents having emigrated from Ukraine just before World War 2 broke out and her mother's parents emigrating from Ireland to find more lucrative work; as a child, she noticed all of the contradictions within Catholicism and organized religion in general. She began to ask many questions to the point where teachers contacted her parents. She was assessed and diagnosed with ASD and ADHD. Teachers then began to weaponize her diagnoses against her, saying that because of her disabilities, she didn't know what she was talking about. This lead to her lashing out and she began to skip classes to smoke, vape, (albeit one that was prescribed for her ADHD) drink, and spray graffiti on St. Cassian's outer walls. However she would always study the material at home and managed to maintain a position on the honor roll all throughout high school. Being too much of a heathen for the rule-followers and too much of a goody two-shoes for the delinquents, Violet's paradoxical nature smacked her with the title of the Most Rebellious Girl in Town. Honestly she and Ocean have so much beef with each other; also she loves calling out people like one of my other OCs, Peter Daxton, who's this stuck-up heir to an oil tycoon. I haven't fully finished his profile yet, but Violet loves calling him out on him only getting by on his father's work and the notion that he's getting the oil tycoon instead of his younger sister Sarah, who's super sweet. Like you know that one TikTok where everyone on the normal bus was chanting "daddy's money" at the charter bus? Yeah, that's Violet to Peter whenever he starts getting cocky.

#cw ableism #cw smoking #cw drinking #cw vaping #rtc ocs #rtc #headcanons #ocs

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whumpschild · 2 years ago

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Seizures at school

They were walking to third period chatting away, Carson explaining the concept of magic spells and how they worked for today's upcoming magic class. The boys were always excited for those classes, showing off their skills not having to worry about nonsense equations, a class to relax for once. They continued talking and Carson had stopped paying attention to Tyler and started paying attention to the teacher herding the students into her class.

He didn't notice when Tyler had stopped to lay down until he had turned his head and Tyler wasn't there. He swirled his head around looking for his friend to see him faceing the wall on his side. He walked up to him and crouched next to him.

"Seizure?"

"Hmm" he mumbled taking deep breaths trying to fight it off.

"What are you two doing? Why are you two messing around getting in here now or getting detention." They heard a rather annoying voice.

"Its a seizure-"

I don't care what your excuse is, get up and get in here now." They hated her, she never gave them a break didn't give a damn about Tylers seizures.

From down the hallway another teacher stepped out of his classroom, he heard the shouting.

"Mrs.Maren, what's going on-" he said walking up in between the three, they had now acumulated a small crowd. Mr.Resnick stopped in his tracks and gave attention to the kids on the floor. "-Carson is it a seizure?"

"Yeah-" Carson responded. Tyler had stopped taking deep breaths and had started twitching but only slightly,

"How long?"

Carson went and checked his phone and the clock on the wall," about 10 seconds.

"Okay-" the instructor turned to face the other. "You realize he has protocol right? A standard set of rules and instructions you or other teachers have to follow in case of a medical issue? You should have gotten emails, papers to sign and I know he told you at the start of the semester."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes "there obviously just-"

"UGH!" they heard Carson from behind, both turning their heads in their direction. "I am not cleaning that up this time." The educators could see Tyler had vomited, one of the main reasons someone having a seizure is turned on their side. Resnick had stopped what he was saying and turned his attention to them.

"Is he okay? Asperating at all?"

"No, hes fine."

The bitch inturuped them "oh come on hes obviously fakeing it, just leave it alone and let me-"

"Mrs.Maren i highly suggest you Stop. Talking." He said very strongly puting his index finger and thumb together and moving horizontally indicating her to zip it. "Whats the time?" He questiond getting down next to Tyler.

" one minute, 3 seconds" as Carson stated that Tyler's twitching had slowed followed by a final jerk of his leg that slammed into the locker. Regardless of him not moving so much, he was out of breath, exhausted. His stomach felt as if it was twisted in a knot.

"Tyler, buddy are you good? Do you know where you are?" He brushed tylers hair out of the way to see his face, if he responded well. He was unfortunate enough that there was some bile stuck to the hair and got it on his fingers, he had no current way of wiping it off.

Tyler was quiet for a while, while mrs.Maren fumed. People giveing into what she thought were these childish games. Tyler looked around and listened for a minute, never daring to move too fast. "Hall." He responded, returning his eyes closed.

"Good, now do you know who's with you?"

"Carson, Mr-'' he took a second to find his words msr,resni-" he slurred, that was common for tyler. After seizures his ability to talk would be slightly hindered. They were decideing what to do when tyler spoke up again "tha-fuckin bitch." He mumbled referring to their history teacher. Carson choked on a laugh while Mr.Resnick fought as hard as could to not join him.

"I think we should call the nurse, stay right here ill be right back." The man started to walk away when he paused for a moment "Oh, and mrs.Maren i'll be sure to go over protocol with you personally later tonight.

She seemed enraged. The woman barked at her students to get in class and in their seats while she had been made a fool.

An au made by me and @writehardwhumpharder that was solely created for the purpose of whump along with like 5other aus we made over the past 2 years

#whump #whumpee #dizzy #faint #seizure #seizure whump #sick #whumplr #whump blogs #whump blog #carson hall #tyler cozmos #au #whumpfic #whump art

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prettyblooddaycareau · 1 year ago

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Welcome to the Pretty Smiles Daycare! A humble place that you can trust will keep your children safe and sound.

PrettyBlood daycare is a PrettyBlood AU that’s concept it about a humble daycare with a bit too much going on… the kids are all over the place, all unique in their own ways! And our caretaker, Nappy, and her co workers have to protect, and take care of the children!

Our cast so far.

Rinny

Rinny is a charming, yet slightly alarming young girl. Her personality is quite promising at first glance, but her sadistic tendencies sometimes scare the other children, she is no stranger to the calm down corner.

2. Copper

Copper is a entergetic, yet extremely annoying boy who enjoys to run around and have fun! He likes hanging out with his friends! He often gets sad when people are mad at eachother.

3. Cuft

Cuft is a modest little that often keeps to himself, and his bugs. There are rumors around the daycare that he has a pet worm. Speaking of, he loves researching worms the most!

4. Leafy

leafy is a cheerful and carefree young lady that enjoys spending her time outside the most. She likes spending time rolling in the grass or watering plants. Her favorite thing to do with outside fun is doing that with her friends!

5. Elma

Elma is a meek and reserved child, she often doesn’t talk much. And likes to stay comfy. But she has these emotinal bursts where she panics and talks more often. These mainly happen whenever she is stressed or hurt.

6. Carl

A caring and ambitious youngster with asperations on becoming a docter! Her little bag contains stickers, and bandaids. She calls it a medkit though. She likes giving checkups to her friends the most.

7. Felly

A lively and obedient young girl who enjoys helping around the daycare despite being immature. She's quick to her feet and loves helping those in need. She also has dreams of becoming a ballerina!

8. Bloon

Bloon is a clever and mature young boy for his age. He dislikes when things don’t go his way and knows when to take things lightly or not. He wants to be respected among the other children, and is.

9. Luny

Luny is a touchy, yet lovable child that is aggressive when poked fun at. She lives by a “treat people how you wanna be treated” mentality, and is a sweet heart towards people who treat her with kindness and respect.

10. Eluca

A disturbing, slightly misguided child whos plushie just keeps getting more and more ragged and alarming. He often keeps to himself, playing with his doll.

11. Bipolar

Bipolar is one of the most chaotic children in the daycare! His emotions keep chaning, but atleast your able to tell when his apperence switches. Sometimes he is bold and carefree, sometimes he is worried and gloomy.

12. Ron

Ron is cheerful and loveable all the time! She's a wonderful singer and has participated in many of her school’s Chiors. She’s popular among the daycare and a lot of people there are her friends!

13. Nappy

Nappy is the daycare’s founder and number #1 caretaker. She is kind and caring and loves to take care of the children. But she has a life outside of the daycare too, and she has to balance the daycare and her daily life.

Our inspirations

Our number one inspiration was swapping the ages of characters and putting them in a daycare setting. Yes, I know this is overused but I’ll get to why.

The reason why we did do this? Well, because the concept was rather interesting! so I decided to put my own spin on this concept and try to make the story less controversial and actually good. This means heavy topics will be taken more seriously.

Our story will be similar, but unique too! And we hope you’ll be with us through it.

#Pretty blood #Pretty Smiles Daycare #PrettyBlood daycare AU

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thealmightyemprex · 2 years ago

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Disney Month :Disney World Memories and my favorite ride

For this 12th installment of Disney month ....Imma talk about my favorite ride was

So things to know :So I am from Florida , and I was a kid of divorce ,so I went Walt Disneyworld a few time as a kid, sometimes with my dad ,sometimes with my bio mom .Funny enough both sets of parents did the same thing ,we would actually drive to Orlando and wed actually go to two theme parks,Disney World and Universal

Now I am being honest while Disney World was fun .....I have more Universal memories then Disney World ones . I have a few memories that come to mind,like my bio mom getting me a ceramic Disney set of Mickey,Donald,Goofy ,Minnie and Pluto and my first time going on Pirates of the Carribian ....Which was the year of the big refurbishment where Captain Jack Sparrow ,Davy Jones , and Barbossa put on the ride ,so we were in line a long time and we all agreed it wasnt worth the wait

As for what my favorite ride is I must put on the disclaimer ,I didnt go on every attraction . Sorry to say despite going there a few times,I never experienced all the uber famous rides at Disney :I always to much of a chicken to ride Space Mountain or Splash Mountain and the lines for the dark rides like Snow Whites Scary Adventure or Pete Pand Flight were always uber long .I didnt even go on the Haunted Mansion till my last trip over 10 years ago ,though that might be my favorite Magic Kingdom ride...But My two favorite rides were NOT at the Magic Kingdom but actually at what is now Disney Hollywood Studios but as I knew it as a kid Disney MGM Studios

There are two contenders for my favorite ride ...One is straight up gone and the other has been changed. The gone ride is the Great Movie Ride,which appealed to a young aspering movie nut that I was (I honestly have a bit of a goal regarding that ride which is to see every film that had a section in that ride ,having seen9 of the 12 ,I just need to see the Searchers,Footlight Parade and Tarzan the Ape Man ) . This wonderful love letter to classic cinema is gone replaced by Mickey and Minnies Runaway Railway ,which honestly looks fun ,but I am sad the Great Movie Ride is gone

As for what my favorite ride was as a kid ....We have to journey back to a long time ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away

Based on the popular film franchise ,on the ride , opening in Disney MGM in 1989 (Though it had appeared two years before in Disneyland ) you enter a star cruiser that will take you on a tour of the forest moon of Endor ,piloted by RX-24 AKA Rex (voiced by Paul Reubins ) who is on his first flight,and things go wrong

So bit of context ,I was a Star WArs FANTAIC as a kid ,so it made perfect sense I would go gaga for a Star Wars ride ,and was before Disney owned the franchise ,so it kind of made this ride feel special ,one of the few non Disney properties in the park .Now there is a a whole Star Wars land (Which I havent been too ) and while I still have fondness for the franchise,I am not obsessed with it anymore like I was as a youngster .However I have such fond memories of this ride

I'll admit the Star Wars iconography helped ,it was fun to see an ATAT Walker at the entrance, you get name drops of Hoth and Tatooine,i and in the pre ride safety film you get cameos by Admiral Ackbar,Wicket ,and Chewbacca ,and even an appearence by deep cut character Teek from Ewoks Battle for Endor (Probabbly cause they had the costumes around but its still cool ) .The two coolest being at the end of the ride you do a trench run on the DEath Star (I know that makes NO sense considering this takes place AFTER REturn of the Jedi ,and at the time in canon the Emperor kind of exploded.....But who cares ,its rule of cool BABBBYYYY ) and animatronics of R2D2 and C3PO (Voiced as usual by Anthony Daniels ),and man as a kid seeing those two beloved characters in person was so neat

However I think the ride also stands on its own as a great ride .Through a brillaint mix of the Imnagineers technical know how and ILM's special effects ,we get one of the first big uses of motion simulators combined with a cool ride film ,making you feels like you are on a space ship being chased out of control . I also love Rex ,he is just a fun character,Paul Reubins does a good job voicing him (And I am delighted he has appeared in more Star Wars projects ) .You didnt need to know about Star Wars to dig it ,you ar just on this out of control spaceship with this goofy robot ,the sStar Wars stuff is flavoring not the whole point

The original ride is now gone sadly ,updated to include more iconagraphy .I have no oppinion on the updates but I do miss the old classic version ,kind of a peak at a simpler time in Star Wars history

Kind of a long one I know but hope you enjoyed my Disney World memories

@amalthea9 @angelixgutz @ariel-seagull-wings @goodanswerfoxmonster @princesssarisa @the-blue-fairie @marquisedemasque @themousefromfantasyland @filmcityworld1

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upwards-descent · 2 years ago

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Their Gothic Romance pt. 2

First part here

Franklin turned out to be significantly more helpful than Aspergillus could've possibly predicted.

The gravekeeper knew everything there was to know about cadavers and decomposition and so on and so forth. Even if his means of communication was simple and slow, he very clearly knew what he was looking at and spoke with confidence. Asper found him fascinating, alluring. He was quietly frustrated as the days turned to weeks and he became just as excited to see Franklin again as he was to get his hands on more samples.

They always met under the cover of night, though Franklin requested that the necromancer come closer to sunset one time. Asper kept his hood up as he moved through town. He didn't meet anyone's eyes and no one made an effort to meet his. At least being ignored had its perks.

Vaulting over the cemetery's wooden fence as he always did, Asper didn't have a hard time finding Franklin. He was sitting on a blanket under the massive tree that marked the end of the cemetery and the beginning of the woods. His ears perked up at the sound of boots on dirt and he smiled at Asper as he approached.

"Evening," Franklin rumbled. "Did you eat dinner?"

"I don't eat much in general," Asper flipped his hood back. His eyes went wide when he noticed what Franklin had with him. "Is this... A picnic?"

"Yes," Franklin grinned, big and sweet and dopey. "Papa taught me how to cook. I made... Cabbage rolls... Bread... Cheese pie... Meatball soup... Potato salad..."

"Good god, Franklin," Asper crossed his legs beneath him as he sat down on the blanket, watching in awe as each dish was produced from a cute wicker basket. "You made all of these yourself?"

"I did," His smile somehow got even wider. "I have many hobbies. Cooking... Reading... Gravekeeping... Bird watching... Oh. Wait, one more thing..."

Franklin reached around behind him and procured a gorgeous bouquet of roses. They were velvet black and vibrant and fresh. Asper was rendered speechless, taking them as they were passed over. He inhaled deeply. Beautiful.

"Franklin, I... I don't know what to say," A little droplet of moisture hit Asper's hand. Oh, god, he was crying. "No one has ever shown me such kindness before, I..."

"I like you," Franklin's smile subsided, his brows knitting. "I... Wanted to give you something nice to... Show you I like you."

"You like me?" Asper wiped at his cheek as more tears fell. "Like... Romantically?"

Franklin nodded, looking rather shy. He watched apprehensively as Asper set aside the roses, scooting closer on his knees until they were just centimeters apart.

"What do you like about me, Franklin?" Asper asked quietly, peering up at him with big dark eyes.

"Oh, everything. You're so smart and nice to me... You're very cute and funny... You work hard... When I see you, I wanna keep you safe," Franklin reached out, catching a tear with one thick finger. "I know I'm not smart... Papa says my brain doesn't work as good as most people but... I try to be nice and... Talk good--"

"Oh, Franklin," Throwing all caution to the wind, Asper flung his arms around the gravekeeper's massive shoulders, burying his face in his neck. The lovely smell of herbs and clean skin filled his head. "You are the kindest, most sincere, most honorable man I've ever met. I like you, too, Franklin."

Two big arms wrapped around Asper's small frame, nearly enveloping him completely. They embraced for a good few moments, Franklin subtly rocking them back and forth. When they pulled away, Asper held his face in his hands. It was funny to look at, how tiny his features looked against Franklin's head. He was like a bear, hulking and powerful but soft and warm with such a lovely expression of kindness on his blunt features. Asper kissed him, under the big gnarled tree, in the cemetery under the dark lovely sky.

"More kisses after," Franklin beamed when Asper pulled away. His cheeks were red and his eyes were bright. "The food is getting cold."

"Of course," Asper grinned, playfully pinching his cheek. "I'll eat whatever you give me because I know it'll be delicious."

Asper tried not to cry again at the first bite. Delicious was far too tame for how utterly scrumptious Franklin's cooking was. If only they could run off and live together in romantic bliss. Maybe his frame wouldn't be so skeletal for once.

#aspergillus #frankie the revenant #writings

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ntnsuu · 2 years ago

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A Plain Room

Once again Benjamin woke up after too short a sleep, dreamless as always, his head in pain. He could not remember when or why he had been brought here in the first place, just that nobody had forced him into it. He did not open his eyes right away, knowing that what he would see was not even worth carrying the weight of his eyelids. Honestly it would not make much difference.

As for the longest time now, he was in a wide, completely dark room, with for only asperities a bed and a bathroom, dark as well. As far as he knew, everything else was floor, walls, and ceiling, as plain as it can be. No sign of a door or exit of any kind. It was better this way, or else it might have allowed in too much hope to have to lose.

The only irregularity in these walls was a hatch, down at the floor level, opening twice a day to slide in meals, tasteless soups or dreary stews, as plain and discouraging as the walls. It was also the only source of light Benjamin could imagine now. But it would close itself and disappear as soon as he tried to get too close to it, leaving no traces of having ever been here.

He had stopped looking toward the hatch for a kind of chance to escape or to communicate with the outside world (had there ever really been such a thing), and instead quietly enjoyed what little light could shine through it.

The light.

He could still remember his days enjoying the sun rays, almost like photosynthesizing, walking around sunny Beyrouth with his friends, talking about anything, everything and nothing. His last memories before his new monotonous reality were actually with them. Driving alongside the coast, he was happy, and then nothing, until he finally woke up here.

He could not remember their names though. Barely some faces, sometimes echoes of voices, reminiscences of some laughs. He could remember that he used to make his friends laugh a lot, and that he always had been the fun one. Of course he had spent so much time alone since then that he would not know why or how to make jokes anymore. All that was left was those inner conversations, ones he would wish more than anything he could to escape from.

Was it a prison he was in ? However he did not think that he was one to commit crimes sufficient for him to be held here for months, even years. Sometimes he thought of himself as the subject of some cruel experiment, aiming to discover the limits of the human resistance to solitude, absence of light, or to the other torments he’d endure in this cell. Was this not the kind of cruel torment some Greek mythological figures had to face, down in the tartarus, damned for the eternity of their death as a sentence for the way they briefly lived ?

Benjamin was certainly not a believer, but paradoxically all these thoughts mixed together had him wondering if somehow this sadistic detention might be how gods punish those who never acknowledged them ? Considering this possibility, he of course had tried to pray, in an attempt to make it up to whatever superior strength was responsible for his ordeal.

Hours had passed (or at least what felt like hours to him, he had about as accurate an idea of the time it was, as he had about the place he was held in) and he went back to the bed to lay down and get some miserable sleep again. But something felt different this time. . He did feel more relaxed, and his head for the first time in months finally started to feel lighter, as if floating in some kind of comfortable numbness. This time he knew his rest would not suffer any uncomfort or premature wake and this alone was enough relief to draw a smile as his consciousness faded away.

***

Saying that Emma had a long day would be a euphemism. It had started by a two hour drive, in an ultimate and desperate attempt to get her mother to come with her. She had given up on her dad a long time ago, after one too many absurd fights. She did not hate, or resent him though, he’d never been the same after the accident, bare hollow walking among men. However she came back the same way, unaccompanied and alone, for what seemed the longest trip of her life. All along the way she was one second too cold, and the next too warm. Her hands were sweating so much that she kept wiping one as the other held the wheel. Had she parked her car that the torments followed her in the elevator. Had she been wrong all along ? Was it too late ? Should she take more time and think ?

No. There was no more time for such considerations, whom she knew they’d come sooner or later anyway. They might even pursue her for the rest of her life, but she swore no to let it stop her. Because it was not about her, it was about him.

She was standing there, holding her brother’s hand firmly, in the same hospital they had both been born in. She had not felt that much connection with him for too long, she thought. She was sure that in this ultimate moment he could feel her warmth, her love, her sorrow also, and all the weight of the sacrifice she’d been willing to make for him. She was smiling, but crying also. She’d to fight for so long and against so many people after his crash so that they would at last allow her to pull the plug, family, friends, girlfriend. All saw her as a monster, but she did not care in the least.

Now she had to let him go.

#creative writing #draft #ethical dilemma #a plain room #ntnsuu #short story #short novel

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terrifyingstories3 · 2 years ago

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look how that turned out. the anger in his voice is not one echo is prepared for. there's a kind of bite to it, like the words struck something inside him deeply enough to burn through his defeat. unlike the past few weeks, where distance between them has grown and simmered, meanings and attempts to gain proximity watered down and muddled by the rain, the sharpness of echo's failure to understand the asperity of his response is startlingly clear.

it isn't difficult to find the origin of what he's said - most roads lead back to octavia for bellamy, as it were, but a little part of them wonders if he speaks of echo, too.

echo was a part of his family, and look how that turned out. anger and confusion and distance, and so much pain.

echo wants to find a way to clarify, to ease whatever they've torn open, but they aren't sure how to begin to try. "i know the pain it's brought you." they were there. they had tried to bring him comfort; there wasn't a thing they wouldn't have done to set it at his door. "i wasn't speaking of octavia. not exclusively. in part... i guess i was talking about us. all of us. you... you never gave up on octavia, but you embraced us as your family, and you fought to return to us." their voice softens. "you asked if i could be loyal to all of you. you offered me a family." softest of all, "it was something we shared."

both of them had faced cruelty and war, but both of them had found strength in family. they had loved nia, just as bellamy loved octavia, but ultimately, they had chosen family rather than to cling to the past. "why is that wrong?" the question is filled with visible strain. is echo's family not meant to be a part of who they are? is echo not meant to draw upon them for strength?

is echo wrong for wishing to come home?

does bellamy believe they no longer have one?

"i'm not." it's barely a whisper. they're not what bellamy wants, not anymore. it feels as if each of their explanations has fallen on deaf ears, each attempt to remedy the look in bellamy that says they've been lost for naught. does he not understand? that they have been trying to explain, that there is not a word so expansive that it would explain a lifetime of survival and pain?

echo is the winter, the snow molded in queen nia's hands to take whatever shape she liked, and they are the earth they traveled for years, the choices they made to defend the only home they had ever known. and echo is the kisses they laid on the tenderest of his wounds, the spring they'd thought they'd never find, the love they'd never imagined they would know. echo is the girl they killed, and the soldier that climbed out of the grave. echo is many, many things, but none of them seem to reach bellamy, who seems so very far away.

was anything you told me the truth? they break here, voice a torn and shredded thing when they answer so immediately, "all of it." tears begin to fall, and echo doesn't have the presence of mind to try and stop them. "i know what a name means to you, bellamy. you named your sister. i know what that meant to you." but a name is not something the child nia pulled from the flames would ever have the privilege to know. "and i know you feel betrayed, that i could not tell you mine. but i did not lie to you. wherever it came from, echo is who i am. it was what nia made me. it was who i made myself."

perhaps the latter realization is one recent to even them, found in the past few weeks, as their demons became the only place echo could turn too. "two girls died that day." the girl they killed, and the one who died in the killing, in the becoming of what they had slain. "echo was left behind." and echo survived, for better or for worse. a title, a cross to bear. and something entirely else on the ring, someone who had begun to piece through years of conditioning, years of pain, someone who loved despite it. "i told you that i didn't remember my parents. and that was true. i had buried them for years. pushed them down to survive. to remember them, to remember anything from before, was to die. and so i didn't. when they resurfaced, i had only fragments of them reserved for nightmares i could not say aloud."

their breath catches. "pieces so small and shattered i could scarcely tell the difference between images burned into me and a narrative nia had carved into the soldier she created."

it was echo's truth. all the truth they could spare for him. "and i don't expect this to mean anything to you, but i did try to tell you. the night i told you about the fire, and every day before."

he's not mad; he doesn't have fight left in him. or maybe he doesn't know what to fight for, if it's worth fighting for. clinging to anger in space had been a panacea, something he could hold on to when everything around him was uncertain. he could still grasp it even when they found a routine because anger felt easier to manage than betrayal. but they proved themselves, time and again. they were the one who brought him food after raven broke his heart. they were the one willing to risk everything so that they all could live another day.

isn't that just as selfish? he forgave them because they helped his family survive. but that's how he's always been. he trusted them because his family was safe with them. they became family because they treated his family as such. we need you up there. you're strong. they were defined not by who they were but what they could do for the rest of them, for his actual people. so the words are entirely justified, but for that moment, he feels anger. "and look how that turned out." casting octavia out, leaving octavia to die, poisoning octavia. my sister is my weakness. my sister is my weakness. you're not my sister. you're my sister but you're not my responsibility. not anymore.

he mentioned loyalty because it was something they shared. it was an apology, of sorts. loyalty to his sister put him on the wrong side. loyalty to his sister made him do things he knew were wrong. loyalty to his sister made him cling to hate for three years when he could have accepted them sooner. loyalty to his sister was all he had been, and in that moment, he was sharing a fact that had destroyed his relationship with raven. they feared the same, but bellamy had never stopped fighting for them from their first moment on the ground.

not until he left with clarke, at least. he's not angry, but maybe he is guilty. it had to be done. he trusted them to take care of themselves because that is what they have always done. he knew they were strong. but they almost died because he left them behind. ( clarke would have died if he hadn't. does it matter? ).

he goes to comfort them now, as they speak of the life they once had. he does. but the echo... gets lodged in his throat and he remembers that's why they're here. so instead, he tears up for them and looks away because he can't imagine what that must have been like. he wants to be the person that goes to them, kisses their head, forgives them for everything. but he's never been that good, and blakes have always been more stubborn than anyone. octavia had been a danger to everyone, not just them, but he would be lying if that wasn't a key consideration. he would be lying if he said he didn't blame them at all for the decision he made.

he wants to argue. wants to talk about how stupid it was when he had saved their life to think he would have let them cast them aside that easily. he wants to argue, but he knows better, if barely. he knows what it means to beg for scraps and mold yourself to fit what others need. he knows what it means to think an act of kindness will end with a knife to the throat or a fist in the face. they are not blameless in this feeling; neither is he in theirs. they moved past this. they weren't just words he used but truth. they had moved past this, yet every terrible thing between them comes back now because at least that was truth. that was shared. that was understood. he doesn't know what is now.

"it's not." he told raven echo had adapted to what they thought the rest of them wanted or needed. he told raven that he knew it from the beginning, but he hadn't minded then. he hadn't minded because he understood it, but this was beyond his comprehension. the horrors they faced could never be understood by him, but empathy is harder to grasp when all he sees between them is a chasm. or perhaps the cliff they shoved his sister off. no, they told him what had truly happened. she fell. he had believed them ( after many, many months ). "was anything you told me the truth?" tears prick his eyes again. you told me you didn't remember your parents. he had shared everything, even the nature of the scar on his arm, coming much easier than it had when raven asked. coming with little prompting. after everything it had shocked him out easy it was, but sharing with them felt natural. it felt like no one else could understand better, and now that felt tainted. lost to him. belonging to a person that he was in space, to the person they were in space that he noticed was slipping away. it belonged to the people they were he isn't sure they'll get back.

#lingeringscars #lingeringscars: bellamy.#i've been wiped before.#t: echo.#*

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loving-jack-kelly · 7 years ago

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Straight trans guys? Amazing.

Straight trans girls? Incredible.

Gay trans guys? Awesome.

Lesbian trans girls? Stunning.

Bi trans guys? Breathtaking.

Bi trans girls? Wonderful.

#Asper talks too much #txting #this obviously includes pan and ace and all other sexualities too #just tbh i ran out of adjectives that packed all the punch i wanted it to #trans #trans women #trans girls #trans boy #trans man #trans woman #terf safe #terf positive #terf positivity #terfs #trans positivity #trans positive

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m-jelly · 3 years ago

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Could you write something where the reader is like a mother figure to Armin and is dating Levi so when it has to come between picking Armin or Erwin for the injection it’s harder for Levi to choose and him and the reader have their first real fight but make up in the end? Thank you!! and your writing is amazing, your one of my favourite Levi writers 💕💕

Thank you so much! That's so cute of you <3 I'm glad you enjoy what I write, I write for you all <3

Choices and consquences

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: canon world, couple, emotional hurt, fighting, making up, choices, happy ending.

Concept: Once the fighting is over, you return to the others and find that Armin has been burned up and Erwin is dying. You've been like a mother to Armin, so you want Armin to be saved, but your boyfriend holds the serum and has the final say. You plead with him to save Armin, which results in you, Levi and Floch having a fight. You leave everyone with a broken heart thinking Erwin will be picked, only to see from where you retreat to a titan Armin. Levi joins you and the two of you talk and make up.

Silence.

The silence was so deafening. After all you went through, it was all over. You just wanted to go home, have a hot bath with Levi and then spend some time with Armin the next day.

As you flew through the air you saw a little gathering on rooftops. You landed on the roof and ran closer. You tensed up when you felt the tension in the air like you'd just walked into a place where a fight was about to happen.

You walked closer to Hange. "What's happening?"

Hange turned to you. "Erwin is dying and so is Armin. I'm so sorry."

Your eyes widened as everyone talking faded out, your fingers went cold and your stomach knotted. You sprinted over to the two bodies and saw Armin's charred body on the floor. You skidded on your knees by him and saw him gasping for air. Your hands shook as you reached of for him, but you didn't dare touch his fragile skin.

You pulled back and looked over at your lover with the serum. "Levi, give it to Armin."

Levi looked at you with tired eyes. He had been fighting with the others about who should be picked, he really didn't want to fight with you. He sighed your name. "I..."

You got up and walked over. "Armin needs it. Armin is our future. You've heard how he talks about the world and what's beyond. He has dreams and asperations."

Levi looked down at Erwin. "Erwin..."

You stared at your Commander. "Erwin can't see beyond the basement, but Armin can. Erwin knew that going against the beast titan meant death. He prepared for that. Armin is our future. Levi, please."

Floch gritted his teeth. "Erwin gave everything for us! He's the one who should be saved!"

You welled up. "Armin is just a child. He's fifteen."

Levi looked away from you. "Erwin is a great leader. He rallies people behind him easily. He gave me a reason to fight, he freed me from the underground and I owe him."

You stepped closer. "You owe him nothing. He forced you out of the underground. You could have gotten out on your own, you told me that. Levi." You moved your head to look him in the eyes. "You don't fight for him, you fight for others. You're the reason why you are still here living and breathing, not him."

Levi gripped the box. "It's not that simple!"

You shook. "Levi, please don't do this."

"Erwin has done so much for us."

"Armin can do so much more. Please, he's like a son to me." He sighed. "Let Erwin rest. He's done enough. He's been through hell, don't bring him back to this hell and make him live through more."

He looked away from him. "You're being too emotional about this."

You stomped to the side and locked eyes with him. "And you're not!?"

"I'm thinking with my head, not my heart! I'm not being a stupid brat."

You stepped back from him. "Fine...call me names." You turned and walked away. "I don't want to be here anymore. You make your choice and you deal with the consequences."

You flew away and landed on top of the wall. You sat down and stared out at the dead soldiers as their clothes flittered in the wind. You put your head in your hands and felt regret. You hated that you just fought with Levi. You wanted to be better, you wanted to do better. You knew this choice was hard on Levi, and it wasn't fair of you to shout at him.

You jumped when you heard a roar. You looked back to the group to see a titan that looked like Armin. "What..."

Levi landed next to you, then sat down. "You were right."

You looked over at him. "I wasn't. I was wrong to shout at you. I didn't consider your feelings at all."

He looked over at you. "When I tried to inject Erwin, he smacked my hand away."

You stared at Levi. "I'm sure that meant nothing."

He frowned a little. "It meant something to me. I will miss him because he was a good friend, but he couldn't see beyond his own personal wants and needs. Armin can see beyond the walls, he can see the future. He's just a kid too."

You reached over and held Levi's hand. "Erwin was a good man. If you picked him I would have accepted."

Levi hummed a little. "It was a hard choice, but I've made it. Erwin is now free from this horrible world. He can rest. If I turned Erwin, I'd be dragging right back into this shit. That's not fair. You were right, Erwin should rest."

You shuffled closer to Levi. "I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"I'm sorry too."

You kissed his shoulder. "I don't want to fight like that ever again."

"I don't either."

You smiled a little. "We'll find a nice spot for Erwin." You smiled sadly. "I'll miss our chess games." You welled up and started crying. "I'm going to miss him so much."

Levi pulled you close and held you. In the heat of the moment, he had forgotten how close you and Erwin were. This choice was just as hard on you as it was for him. He held you tightly and kissed the top of your head. "I'll play chess with you."

You laughed. "You know you'll end up breaking the chessboard."

"True."

You sighed and hugged Levi. "I want a hot bath with you."

Levi hummed as he thought about a hot bath together. "I'd love that."

You sniffed. "I'll go see Armin when he wakes up."

"I'll go with you." He kissed your temple. "I love you."

"I love you too."

#levi ackerman #levi #fanfic #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #snk levi #aot levi #levi x you #aot x you #levi x y/n #captain levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #jelly fanfics

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rowanaelinn · 3 years ago

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Slipped away - chapter one

prompt - single parent @rowaelinscourt

“It’s cold,” Fenrys complained, sitting on Rowan’s new couch.

“We are in the north, you dumbass.” Lorcan snapped. “Of course it’s colder than what you’re used to.”

“Doranelle is in the North too.”

Lorcan took a deep breath, apparently, he wasn’t feeling very patient today. “I don’t know, Fenrys, it might be because we are on a whole other continent, maybe?”

Rowan snorted at his friends, Fenrys was playing dumb just to annoy Lorcan and as always, it worked. They were enjoying their last day of rest before their first day of work tomorrow. It wasn't a new job, not really. The company they worked for had just moved from Doranelle to Orynth, and of course, Rowan and the other employees had to move too.

Rowan knew that with the opening of the new Valg Industries headquarters the next few months would not be smooth sailing, but he believed in himself. Maeve was so confident that she even promoted him. It was a new beginning for Rowan and he was happy about it, his life in Doranelle was the perfect definition of dull. Not that he hated it, he was just glad to be away from his cousins. He didn’t hate them, they were just so… meddlesome.

Rowan walked into his kitchen and opened his fridge, empty. He cursed under his breath. The few bottles of beer he had last night ran out very quickly, they didn’t even have leftovers of the pizza they ordered yesterday. Which was a problem because Rowan was starving and there was no way he would order food for the second night in a row, it had already bothered him to do so yesterday.

He checked his watch, six in the afternoon. He was pretty sure the grocery store didn’t close before seven, he had little time if he wanted to go there. He needed to be quick. “Going shopping, be gone when I come back,” Rowan told his friends as he picked his car key. He needed some time alone but he knew they would probably still be there when he came back, his friends weren’t ones to listen.

He slammed the front door behind him and got into his car. It still smelled new, the leather still a little too stiff under Rowan's body. He had gotten the car yesterday, he had decided that if he was going to change his life, he would do it all the way. Nothing in his life in Doranelle set foot in Terrasen except his friends and his job.

Rowan lived in an upscale residence in downtown Orynth. Between his family's money and the money he was making even before he was promoted, he could afford it. He didn't want to live in the apartments that the company offered to its employees, he needed some peace and quiet.

So Rowan took a house that was too big for him, in a suburb full of family, as if he wasn't almost thirty and wasn't still alone. He had never felt so out of place, but he would get used to it.

He had chosen the opposite of the life he had until then, wanting space. He had left to forget.

When he pulled into the grocery store parking lot, Rowan could have sworn he saw a familiar face. He blinked and it was gone, he shook his head. How could he recognize anyone if he had never been to Terassen? He needed to sleep.

He got out of his car and shivered slightly. Maybe Fenrys was right, it wasn't cold but it was definitely colder than Doranelle at this time of year.

He walked into the store, it was large. Everything in Terassen looked big. The houses, the buildings, the stores... Rowan could get used to it.

He took a basket from the entrance and went straight to the vegetables. The store was almost empty considering the time of day, he could hear a couple of kids laughing in the background but otherwise, everything was quiet. It felt good to be away from the world.

He selected enough vegetables for three days, preferring to shop for short periods rather than a whole week. It made less mess and allowed him to control what he ate. That's one of the things he needed, control.

"Gotcha!" He heard a woman's voice laugh rather loudly.

"Noooo!" A little girl said and Rowan heard her laugh and ran. Gods, children were loud.

A few seconds later, something hit Rowan's legs. He looked down to find a little girl. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She laughed and stood up. "Sorry," she said before running off again to lose whoever was trying to catch her, but it was too late. A tall blonde lady came running up and threw herself on top of the little girl, grabbing her under the arms and throwing her over her shoulder. The little girl screamed with laughter and tried to struggle as the adult spun around. "Stop!" the child screamed but continued to laugh.

Rowan felt like he was intruding but he couldn't stop the tip of his lips from rising slightly. The adult stopped spinning but did not let go of the child, the little one wrapped her arms around the woman's neck and hid her head. "Hey, little monster, did you apologize?" She asked, her eyes still on the little one. Rowan couldn't see her face with the hair hiding it. "Huh?" She shook the little girl slightly but she refused to look at her.

"She did," Rowan said, not wanting the little girl to get into trouble. When the woman looked at him, his heart stopped beating and his whole body froze. It was impossible.

Did the gods hate him that much? What had he done to them for them to punish him like that?

Her eyes widened and he noticed her body going still, her hold around the girl tightening. Her mouth opened and then closed.

As he had been years before, he was struck by the intensity of Aelin Galathynius’s gaze. These blue and gold eyes were mesmerizing, had always been and always will.

His only thought was that she looked older, but since he had last seen her when she was nineteen it wasn’t surprising. She looked like a woman now, and womanhood suited her. She was wearing a white shirt and black skirt, a simple outfit for a working woman, and yet Rowan couldn’t help but stare longer than necessary at her body. If she had been beautiful seven years ago, she was magnificent now.

He wanted to punch himself in the face, so much work to forget about everything that happened, so much work to ignore the guilt and pain just to be ruined by a meeting in a grocery store.

“Rowan,” she breathed.

“Hi, Aelin.”

The little girl looked at him and he noticed everything she had in common with Aelin. Her eyes first, and the same nose and lips. They looked so similar.

Suddenly he was struck by the truth standing in front of him. While it had taken everything in him to try to forget about her, Aelin had moved on. And she had a daughter. Aelin had a life and if the laugh she let out a minute before was any indication, she was happy.

“What are you doing here?” He blurted.

A snort. “What am I doing in a grocery store?”

“In Orynth.”

“This is my hometown.” She said, her voice so tight he couldn’t guess what she might be feeling. It had always been so damn hard to read her. Orynth was her hometown? How come he never knew that? He knew she was from Terassen, her accent betraying her, but didn’t know exactly where. He knew so much about her but at the same time so little. That little truth hurt. “What are you doing here?”

“I moved. For work.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Fuck, that was awkward. “How old is your daughter?” He asked, nodding toward the small girl playing with Aelin’s hair. Aelin looked at her and her expression softened a little.

“Oh, no. She isn’t my…” She took a deep breath. “She’s Aedion and Lysandra’s daughter. I’m just babysitting for the night.” Right, Aedion. That’s why the small girl looks so much like Aelin. “Remember Aedion?”

Of course, he did, last time he saw the man Rowan got his nose broken and a black eye. He wouldn’t forget his old friend so soon. But Rowan didn’t care about that, right now he only cared that Aelin, in fact, didn’t have a daughter. It was easier to breathe suddenly. “Yeah.”

“But she’s four,” Aelin said and he knew it was only so she had something to say. Talking was awkward but the silence was worse.

Before he could say anything else, someone interrupted them by hitting Aelin’s legs, hugging them. This girl was blonde, Ashryver blonde. Gods, how many children did Lysandra and Aedion have?

The youngest paused on the ground and did not waste time before leaving from where she came. Aelin seemed to forget Rowan's entire existence as she knelt down to face the child, though she looked even tenser than a few minutes before.

"Hey, pumpkin, what's going on?" She asked softly, delicately taking the girl's grip to force her to look at her. "Tell me."

"Asper pulled my hair!" The girl cried and Aelin smiled.

"Did you try to tickle his neck?" She asked, making Rowan choke. Aelin didn’t spare him a glance. He wanted to ask her why she wasn’t punishing this Asper for pulling hair but he guessed Aelin would beat him up if he questioned how Aedion chose to raise his children. “You know how sensitive he is.” She smiled at the child. The girl sniffed heavily and Aelin used her sleeve to dry her tears. "Go back over there, I'll be there in two minutes." The child nodded briskly and before she left, she turned her head to Rowan.

His blood ran cold as green eyes fixed on him.

She looked like Aelin on the little one before, of course, but not only that. Did she... No. Lysandra had green eyes too. Rowan could have sworn that Lysandra's eyes were much lighter, but he hadn't seen her in seven years. He was wrong. He had to be wrong.

"Hi!" She said with a big smile. She was missing a tooth in the front, but that didn't take away from her charm.

Rowan swallowed, "Um, Hi." He managed to smile but he couldn't help that she looked too little like Lysandra.

“Are you a grandpa?” The girl asked and Rowan choked. “Only grandpa has grey hair.” She smiled and looked proud of herself. Silver, his damn hair is silver, not grey.

"Go ahead, Helia," Aelin said before Rowan could answer, her voice firm. She pushed the little one toward the alley away from Rowan. Aelin stood up when the little one was gone and his eyes shot to hers.

"It was nice to see you again," she said but he knew she was thinking the exact opposite. Rowan's heart was beating so loudly that Rowan could hear it pounding in his ears.

"Aelin," He called to her, stopping her in her tracks. " Just how... How old is she?"

"Bye, Rowan." Her voice left no room for questions, but he didn't care. He didn't care about what happened in college and now wasn't the time to start.

"Answer me." Not a question and she knew it. He could swear he saw the gold ring in her eyes flutter, a sign he had learned to recognize as anger. Well, let her be angry, he deserved answers.

"Ace, is everything okay?" A man with nearly black hair and sapphire blue eyes asked him. A boy a little taller than Helia was sitting on the man's shoulders and when Rowan saw his green eyes...

He had to be wrong.

"Aelin?" The man asked again as Aelin hadn't looked at him yet, her gaze still on Rowan.

"Yes." She replied with her voice cold. "My friend was just leaving, right?"

The way she said the word "friend" was anything but friendly. Fuck, he wanted to yell at her, he wanted to demand answers now, but he didn't. The two little girls were behind Aelin and the man, watching what was going on.

"Answer my question first."

"Get out." She gritted through her teeth.

"Why do you have your angry voice, Mommy?" The little boy asked and suddenly Aelin's eyes softened and she looked at the boy. She grabbed him by the underarms and took him in her arms.

Mommy.

Her son.

Clearly not the son of the man next to Aelin. He looked about six, maybe even seven.

No. That was impossible. It was only one night. One night he had spent the last seven years regretting...

“Mommy’s not angry.” She smiled as she caressed her son’s hair. Their… No, her son. For all Rowan knew, Aelin only had a thing for men with green eyes. It meant nothing. “But she’s busy right now, go back to the car with uncle Dorian, okay? Then we’ll eat pizza, that’s your favorite, right?” The three kids cheered and Aelin gave her son to the man, Dorian.

“You okay?” He asked, touching Aelin’s shoulder. Rowan didn’t know why but he wanted to slap the man.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in two minutes.” She reassured him and he nodded, letting Aelin’s son on his shoulder as he held the two girls by their hands and walked back to the parking lot. Rowan wanted to stop him, wanted to ask that boy and girl how old they were but they were just kids. He couldn’t scare them. This was between Rowan and Aelin.

“I deserve the truth.”

“You don’t deserve shit. Not after what you did.”

“It was between me and you, not between me and-” He was cut off by her.

“There is nothing between you and them. Do you understand me? Nothing.” Them. So the girl…

He couldn’t take it. She had made it clear already, deep inside he knew the answer to his question but he needed to hear her say it. “Are they mine?” He finally asked and if looks could kill, Rowan would be buried already.

“They are mine.”

Why did she have to be so fucking complicated? He clenched his fists, trying to keep his anger inside him but it was so damn hard. “Am I their father?”

Both of them were breathing heavily and Rowan was glad for the empty store now, not wanting to cause a scene. “No.” Her voice was lethal and Rowan’s mind froze. He didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. But they looked so much like him… “If your question is whether or not you knocked me up, the answer is yes. But you are not a father. Never been and never will be to them.”

They were his. Rowan’s entire world stopped and he wasn’t sure how he kept standing. He was a father, no matter what Aelin said.

“How could you hide this from me? How could you take them away from me?” He was screaming now. He didn’t care about causing a scene anymore, he didn’t care about anything but the two kids in a car outside. “They are my kids!”

“You don’t even know their fucking name!” She was screaming too, cheeks red. Fuck, why did she always had to be the most attractive when she was angry? He hated her so fucking much. “I am the one who’s been raising them alone for almost seven fucking years!” She didn’t look alone, not with that Dorian by her side.

Suddenly, he knew Aedion didn’t punch him for what he and Aelin shared the last night he saw her. He had punched him for getting his cousin pregnant. He knew Aelin hadn’t been honest about what happened between them after the sex or he would have been dead by now, so now he was sure it was because of the kids. He had deserved it, deserved more than the five punches Aedion managed to give Rowan before Fenrys and Lorcan separated them.

“I will die before I let you treat my children like you treated me. Get out of Terassen, nobody wants you here.”

She left storming out of the store without her groceries and Rowan was frozen. He knew he should go back after her and apologize, he should beg her for a chance to know his kids but he couldn’t move.

He had children, twins. And Aelin had been raising them alone because of him, because of what happened.

He was so fucking screwed.

He didn’t care about what Aelin told him, he wouldn’t go anywhere. It was too late to save what could have happened between him and Aelin, it had been too late since the night she left his apartment in tears. But it wasn’t too late for his children and he would fight for them.

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