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kardia-library-official · 6 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers:

(Tagged by @aashiyancha! :D Posting here instead of on the main blog tho, because I want it in with all my other fic-adjacent thoughts.)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10! Which doesn't feel like many to me, buuuut...

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

...317,249! 8D

3. What fandoms do you write for?

For the longest time, it was just RF, but I have some stories for something else waiting in the wings because the brainrot just got to be too much. >_>; I also used to write a lot of original fiction (that's how I started writing actually), and hope to do so again whenever I feel like it. ^_^

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Behold:

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Mostly just because I get excited and have no chill. But also because you can't leave kudos on comments, and I want people to know I read and appreciate them. <3

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

This was kind of a hard question, because the way I generally roll is that the bulk of the fic is angsty and the ending is kind of bittersweet or hopefully ambiguous. But I think it's actually Afternoon Lullaby. Which had an outwardly mostly breezy ending, but at the end of the day it's like... "Your love is doomed, and you will grieve him for many times longer than he'll even live." But the love is there and it is real! Which might only make it worse! Gah!

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

Honestly, probably Four Seasons Casebook. Mostly just because it ends with hints at things being... Too happy... >_>; (I don't consider this a spoiler because fellow Lucasheads already know what's up. :P)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Everyone has been really chill and nice! The real hotheads in this fandom are all busy on reddit trying to wish Cecil into the cornfield or whatever, I think.

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

...Define smut, ha. >_>; I do write sex scenes, but I don't really do PWP, and I'm pretty vague/non-graphic about intercourse proper. But I love getting all horny and lingering about making out and foreplay, people's kinks, etc. I guess it can be best described as a "whole meal of appetizers" approach. Weird sexual tapas bar! Woo!

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

Does combining different games from the same series count? I feel like it doesn't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and I would be genuinely surprised if this happened.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I hereby give permission to anyone who would like to take a crack at it!

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

No, and I'm honestly not sure how that works! (Or maybe I'm just a control freak?)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Of the ones I've written, I'm ride or die for Lucas/Terry, and have accepted that it's kind of my Thing.

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

I don't tend to have a lot of things going at once, because I have a one-track mind and don't multitask well. I'm currently only working on one thing, and am halfway through the initial writing phase! But I have two longfics in the queue after that, and I gotta admit, I'm kinda "how will these EVER be DONE!?" about them, because there are two, and they are long. But I've written two longfics before, and they got wrote, so I'm sure these will too!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have an eye for detail, and a lot of visual imagination.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My fics are long and tedious and bogged down by details and tangents. But I see that as inextricable from my strengths, so there isn't really any fixing it. I'm just a certain kind of writer!

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

Knock yourselves out! I unfortunately only know one language, at the moment so I can't play right now. :(

19. First fandom you wrote for?

RF! I actually dabbled a little waaaaaay back in the day, and it's still floating around out there probably, but I haven't interacted with it in years and can't vouch for it.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Probably Four Seasons Casebook. Something about that one really came together! I also have a lot of affection for All the Night Gardens, mostly because it was just so fun to be cringe and free and in my feelings while I basically chewed on the walls pecking away at it for over a year.

I tag @twilightscribbles, @wordspastsaturn, @tinylantern, and @nullnomore! But no pressure! And feel free to do it even if I didn't tag you!

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ben-the-hyena · 6 months ago

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(Apparently it's because he is a Monarchist since he had tea with the Queen, but eh, better be innocently loving the crown without knowing the bad it did like this bears does than what the fuck the others did)

I see notes mentioning Bojack and Rick, but also one pointing out no woman is there. So if you read French literature I rise you the bane of French highschoolers who had to read this :

Emma Bovary is a huge bitch who is never happy. She has a loving family, is upper middle class if not a little bourgeois, her husband is kind and faithful and not sexist for the time period trusting her to have hobbies and walks alone, she has a daughter he loves and dotes on... and she loves none of them and hates her life. Not because it was some sort of arranged marriage or anything, no she agreed herself to marry him. But she was obsessed with books and book stories and heroines marrying heroes and hated how married life wasn't in books. She hated not to have had a wealthy wedding day under the moonlight but with friends and neighbors at day in the countryside instead, she hated he wasn't as classy and rich as she thought he would be, she hated that he was respectful because "a real man" should be hitting her and be possessive like she read in books, she hated that she had a daughter instead of a son because heroines have sons in books... during the whole book she is the definition of "go touch grass" because she has a great life she loathes for not being like it is in fiction and wishing she was in a fictional world, obsessing over books and plays

So she starts being mean and cold to her husband calling him ridiculous in public and dancing with richer "more handsome" men at the ball not hiding that she was annoyed whenever he went to her, then starts cheating on him with 2 lovers (not even out of love but "I GOT A LOVER LIKE IN BOOKS ! 8D" and grew mad at the first when himself wasn't like in books like "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY THE MOON REMINDS YOU OF ME" to the point he dumped her pretending they would elope together because "it's like in books") and it's with the 2nd she starts to spend lots and lots and lots of money more than she has to feel like a princess not caring for consequences

And when said consequences come (the 19th century France's equivalent of the IRS showing up for all her unpaid debts and taking all of her husband's belongings, he who is completely confused "wh-what happened ? Emma what did you do ?..." that poor man...), she decides that not to face them she shall commit suicide, but using arsenic becaude dying from poison is a romantic death like romantic heroines, proving that even for that she was not mature and out of reality "LIKE IN BOOKS 8D" til the end ; making her actually suffer for HOURS vomiting black from the actual effects of the arsenic even more satisfying to read until she finally dies. Her husband and daughter are now poor and when he dies from a broken heart when finding out she had been cheating at that, the daughter is now all alone and she who had a rich future ahead is now an orphan who goes to "public school" back when modern schooling wasn't established yet and real good schools only were private... in short she fucked up the life of her family and people who loved her because she never loved them nor life in general because "THEY WERE NOT LIKE IN BOOKS >8("

And the writer, Flaubert, even if himself made fun of her a bit too naive and not charismatic husband here and there, still subtly calls her out during the narrative, enhancing here and there that she is completely delulu and never happy, making a humorous scene with her first lover Rodolphe realizing he fucking fucked up by getting with with such a cray cray person who reproaches him when he didn't do or answer correctly what lovers do in books (pressing his forehead against a tree when she talked about eloping like in books "WHAT HAVE I DONE"). Heck the last line is how despite such a bad start in life and now being poor, her daughter will be happier than her mother would have ever been able to, implying she was dooming herself to never be happy and that it was nobofy's fault but hers because she was too fixated on fiction rather than real life. The narrative does NOT show her as in the right...

...YET EVERY LITERATURE TEACHER I EVER MET AND MANY PEOPLE OF MY PARENTS' AGE (except my mom who always found her to be a "whiney dumbass", I love my mom) DESCRIBE HER AS BEING TRAGICAL AND FAULTED BY LIFR AND EVERYONE, HOW UNFAIR IT IS, HOW PASSIONATE AND BEAUTIFUL THIS BOON IS, AN "ODE TO DREAMING", HOW HER KIND HUSBAND IS A LOSER ANYWAY WHO DESERVED IT BECAUSE SHE IS OH SO WONDERFUL SHE DESERVES IT ALL... THE FUCKING WRITERS ROASTS HER AT TIMED IN THE DESCRIPTION WHERE DID THEY GET THAT HE WAS SHOWING HER AS THE VICTIM ?!

I remember how my class, we, a generation of divorced kids, were all pissed at her for being super selfish and delisional doing thay to her husband and daughter who because of her was now an orphan growing in poverty when she could have grown into a good life and we all rejoiced when she gruesomely died (the last consequence of her dumb actions) and our teacher was glaring daggers at us cheering at her death scene in the movir adaptation as if we were ignorants. Teacher, of course, in age to be our parent. And my aunt, my bestie's mom and many movie directors and writers calling her a wonderful tragical romantic character who had an unfair life ; my aunt fucking ships Emma with Rodolphe seeing their love as genuine and rolling her eyes whenever I tell her that it is LITERALLY IN THE NOVEL that she did it only for the thrills of cheating like in the books and him because he felt like shot shit having sex with beautiful married women ! Nooooo "She loved Rodolphe" and then says I'm like her whenever I am being romantic. The original bad fandom take everyone !) So yeah, they all missed the point by idolizing her and read only what they wanted to read

"You Missed the Point by Idolizing Them" Starter Pack

#madame Bovary #emma Bovary #gif #monarchism #paddington #flaubert #books #reading #lol #notes #comment #tumblr #moi #this reblog

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alexas-writing-blog · 2 years ago

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And even Moar with Striker/Moxxie Fanfic Recommendation List ~19/09/2022

Same rules as the parts below!

Lets go!

If you enjoy them give these fics some love!

Part one

https://alexas-writing-blog.tumblr.com/post/664508189760438272/strixxie-striker-x-moxxie-fanfic-recommendation

Part two:

https://alexas-writing-blog.tumblr.com/post/679446042154041344/more-strikermoxxie-fanfic-and-some

And now part three:

⬇️❤️⬇️❤️⬇️❤️⬇️❤️⬇️❤️⬇️❤️

Let the Games Begin by lordforgivemytransgressions

Rated: Mature

Status: Work in Progress

Author’s summary: An AU where Stella is much less understanding with Striker after the Harvest Moon Festival. Shit gets messy fast.

Why it’s awesome: Another underrated gem! Just the writing in this! Freaking fantastic. Striker is an imposing and threatening jerk but without losing his charm as he should and Moxxie, despite the predicament he finds himself in, is still a smart little badass. Banter is witty and tense and their dynamic hits the spot so goood! Also fun mind games and interesting plot with well written action and every assassin and killer imp involved. Good stuff!

and this one has freaking ANIMATION from the creator too! 8D

freaking cool stuff of it here!!

💖 !!

Let The Games Begin- Bonuses

💖 !!

We're gonna need a bigger bed by Hellluvapredicament

Rated: Explicit

Status: Work in Progress

Author’s summary: Millie and Moxxie feel as though something is missing. They've tried an open relationship, but it wasn't quite what they wanted. Blitzo starts to look into himself after meeting an imp up to his speed, even if that imp turned out to be an asshole.Striker struggles with his feelings, and starts to realize he might not be going down the right path..

Why it’s awesome: Here’s the polished poly fic this ship deserves! Author does every character justice. And the vacation vibe whenever present is playful and fun. Feelings form and morals questioned and chemistry between everyone is great. Distinct povs and variation also.

Moxxie enchanted by JustAnotherDiamond

Rated: General Audiences

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: Striker gets more than he asked for when he asks Moxxie to help him test his hypnotic powers.

Why it’s awesome: They be friends in the start of this one and the chemistry is great! Another super cute and sweet one-shot from the author that writes some of the most romantic stuff I’ve seen. Interesting albeit brief world building too!

Striker can't cook for shit by Hellluvapredicament

Rated: Not Rated

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: Striker attempts to cook himself a meal. Things sure do happen.

Why it’s awesome: I mean the title and description are pretty telling on their own. More of a crack fic of Striker being not so perfect and a fluffy conclusion. Made me laugh and smile. Good read!

Heat Above by Clowne_teeth

Rated: Not Rated (It’s Mature or Explicit, def NSFW)

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: No summary (a good idea is given if you read it’s tags)

Why it’s awesome: Whelp! More kinky stuff. Undercover mission for I.M.P turns into Moxxie getting freaky with Striker. Hot shit, very well written. Flirting just as good the smut!

#strixxie #helluva boss #ao3 #fanfiction recommendations #fanfiction #helluva moxie #helluva striker

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nei-ning · 2 years ago

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Hi! Sorry if this is really random but I been wanting to let you know (for a long time) that I really do love your work; both art and writing wise. I pretty much been following you for years (I believe it all started at DeviantArt) and even though I leave the fandom for a while, I always come back to enjoy your works (and HummerHouse too). So I basically followed you in all different platforms that you're in. 😂 Sorry if that sounds weird but you're definitely on my list of being one of my favorite TMNT creators in the fandom, both TCest and Brotherly fluff. I'm also sorry if I never reach out to say anything after all these years of seeing your work (and seeing your improvement) but crazy fandom behavior have scared me away in reaching out to creators in fear in making them feel uncomfortable or being harassed for liking certain content (which unfortunately has happened to me before). But anyway, I really do love your work and I always feel a sense of joy whenever I see that you updated or made a new fic or fanart. 😊

AAH OH MY GOD! LONG TIME FOLLOWER! HELLO! 8D I'm so happy you finally approached me with this lovely message! <3

First of all, this isn't random AT ALL! Any normal person LOVES to get feedback, comments, support, interact with their friends and fans - all in positive way, of course :3 This message of yours made me SO HAPPY that there's no enough words on this planet for me to express my joy! :D

You, like everyone else, are FREE to follow me in as many place as I have account at! :D That's why those accounts have been created, after all. So that people can follow me :3 So there's NOTHING creepy about that! Anyone who thinks it's creepy to have followers follow you more than in one place should have only one account then.

Aaah, TMNT fandom has start to get more and more "rotten apples" in it, but you shouldn't let them stop you from leaving comments to creators. Usually most of us WANTS feedback to our works! It is our FUEL. It keeps us CREATING. If we get silent treatment, we most definitely think: "Aren't my works / skills good enough?" Or I think like that. If someone gets offended by your feedback, then it's all on them, not on you. You just wanted and expressed your support for the author. If they can't take it, too bad. NOTE: Support / Feedback ALWAYS should be left with love and kindness! (Sadly this isn't happening in TMNT fandom at times)

Anyone is ALWAYS FREE to send me feedback, ALWAYS! As long as it's left with kindness and with good manners! Any negative comment, attack etc. will get the said user blocked without a word.

But awwh, awwh, awwhh AND AWWWHH!! I, honestly, am SO HAPPY about your comment! I am so thankful you were brave enough and approached me with this comment <3 It made my day, truly! I haven't got this kind of messages in AGES! Thank you! <3

#text #reply #ask nei #positive feedback #tmnt

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jade-green-butterfly · 3 years ago

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Welp, it’s happened... X’3 @girlyliondragon, bud...I blame youuuu for this! X’DD Inspiring (and urging) me to conquer and create an OC for the delightfully wacky yet intriguing world of...well...Centaurworld~✨🌈 Nah, I kid! ;p I still love ya, Em! 💕 =^v^= But like I said, seeing a few clips, I found Centaurworld a real interesting show and the songs are great to listen to as well~ :3 And with my own OC I created recently, I wished to base them around one of my all time favourite creatures, other than a deer - a unicorn~! 8D 💖 I also came up with their own unique centaur name for them - ‘Umona’, which I found suited them well. So ‘Umona’, my unitaur was heavily inspired by one of my classic childhood movies, The Last Unicorn (1982) and was a human named Yuna Shining, from late 21st century Earth. One fateful afternoon, she got hit by a car whilst in a hurry to get home and blacked out, falling into a coma and remaining completely unconscious... And to her complete baffling amazement when she first wakes up, she finds herself in a different world - Centaurworld! ...But in the form of a unitaur! 030 She has also sadly lost her memories and finds herself eventually stumbling upon meeting Wammawink’s Herd. And all she can remember is trying to get home. She also can't remember her own name, so the herd decide to give her the name, 'Umona'~ Umona’s human soul seems to be trapped within this new mythical form she takes. And adapting to this new world along the way, she will slowly but surely begin to regain her memories, remembering her past life (hence her enjoyment for reminiscing). At first for some reason, she was a little shy about showing off her horn. But whenever someone with a good heart touches her horn, it gives them a huge vibrant burst of refreshing youthful energy. Discovering this with Wammawink’s Herd, Umona felt braver over time with her new power. However, if someone who's heartless with bad intentions touches it, it sends a real shock throughout their body. And if needed, Umona's horn can also revive someone out of an unconscious state with a healing touch~✨ I know this sounds crazy but I can really see Durpleton The Giraffe-Like Centaur developing a crush on Umona, hehe~💘 >w< And like her former human-self, she's a little on the chubby side but is happy in her body, and is now a cute and curvy unitaur within a magical world~✨ I hope you all like, my lovelies!👍c: I had so much fun bringing my new gal to life and I am so pleased of how she turned out too! 🌟 😍 Enjoy~! 💞 ✌ And only 12 more days until my birthday, YAYZ!! =^0^= 🎊🎂🎁 ‘Umona’ The Unitaur (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!) Centaurworld (c) Megan Nicole Dong/Netflix Animation

#centaurworld #centaurworld oc #centaur #fantasy #unicorn #unitaur #'umona'#'umona' the unitaur #jade-green-butterfly

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iamnightduchess · 4 years ago

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May I ask for your nsfw reikasa headcanons 😳 for the As you Are universe and the It’s Gotta Be you universe? 😁

Did someone ask for some N.S.F.W headcanons? *__*

ReiKasa Fic AU/Modern AUHeadcanons (R18+) #1

Hello Nonnie!

Your Ask is the most pleasant surprise this last weekend but old is gold! <3 I have no excuse for the delay other than I was cramming up all my brain power to finish Part 1 of Until Dawn. (Do check it out when you have the time!) Thank you so much for the honor! I got you fam, so please find below some seriously steamy headcanons (Content Warning: Mature Readers only!) omg i am blushing hard while I’m writing this haha

Let’s go for ReiKasa in Canonverse then the modern AU ;)

As You Are

** Contains reimagining of scenes yet to be written/published in As You Are. So some fic spoilers ahead!

In Ch.12, it was heavily implied that after consummating their marriage, Reiner & Mikasa actually got to another round of ‘lovemaking’ in the shower. When their first time had been gentle, slow and tender, the shower sex was quite the opposite. It was harder and urgent.

At this point, Reiner discovered four new things about his new wife: i) Mikasa actually loves it when he pressed her hard against the wall and took her from behind, ii) Mikasa’s weakness is her breasts *points to point i*, iii) Mikasa has a muscle kink. She came on his third deep thrust in the shower, biting hard on his forearm as she did, and iv) Mikasa’s favorite position would be standing up because of *points to point iii* She loves seeing the way his muscles protruded when they flexed to support her weight. That explains the impromptu war room sexing afterwards.

Meanwhile Mikasa discovered three new things about her new husband: i) Reiner has not even a single scar on his body due to his shifter powers when she has numerous marks on hers from long-term ODM usage & that one time when she got her ribs broken by a Titan, ii) Reiner loves the tattoo on her back and the scars on her body, and iii) Reiner’s weak spot is his nape. The moment she bites his nape, he just gets hard.

Both Mikasa & Reiner are biters. But Reiner is the ‘territorial’ one. By the next morning, Mikasa’s skin looked like she had a really severe rash on her neck and her chest. No wonder Gabi was worried. Mikasa had to wear high collared blouses for one week, even inside their shared home.

Mikasa is the first one to initiate oral sex. She is after all, a seasoned blade wielder ;D

In future chapters, the first time Reiner went down on his wife was because of yeap, jealousy & yes, his ‘territorial instinct’. Lets just say it will have something to do with Porco ‘Pussy-eater’ Galliard ;) Galliard will be making a move on his dear wife at a function and Reiner is not happy about it.

Reiner loves seeing Mikasa in a formal kimono and getting her out of it - layer by layer.

Reiner & Mikasa have a very balanced power play in the bedroom. When he’s the dominant one, she’ll be the one yielding and vice versa. This couple is bound to have angry/jealous sex somewhere down the road and things can get very ugly when it happens. But, that only happens when the balance is thrown off the scale.

Reiner actually has amazing hands made for awesome massages. In a future chapter, we’d learn that things get hot and heavy inside their private onsen at the Azumabito Residence and it all begins with a simple back rub. *winks*

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It’s Gotta Be You

10 Date Rule (thank you @shingeki-no-scenarios for some of this amazing ideas!)

Right before their first official date, Reiner suggested the 10 Date Rule to Mikasa, which she agreed to, as he wants to prove to her that he’s not like the other men she’s dated before, who expected sex on the first date. There was only one rule: the only physical display of affections allowed are only a chaste kiss & hand-holding. Just that.

The first 3 dates had been outside so it was very sweet and very innocent. Reiner would always end their date at her front door with a simple kiss on her forehead or her cheeks. They had a night in on the 5th date and that was when things got interesting.

5th Date - Reiner made dinner at her house and they spend the rest of the evening just cuddling on the sofa, watching a rom-com movie together. Just having his arms around her was actually enough to turn her on but Reiner was very persistent in keeping their date chaste. Mikasa just had to leave a pair of sexy lace teddy lingerie hanging at the back of her bathroom door. Reiner can’t stop himself from imagining her in that.

6th & 7th Date - Reiner had to borrow one of Bertolt’s old hoodies from college with some questionable stains on it to help him be less attractive on their consecutive home dates. Mikasa just had to be a tease by spending the rest of the evening in a pair of tiny midriff shirt and a pair of lace boxers, devouring her Green Tea Häagen-Dazs and licking the spoon clean with a loud slurp or sipping on the straw for her smoothie too fucking slow. There had been a lot of tongue action coming from her that two nights. Reiner had to imagine a naked Zeke to kill whatever potential boner he could have had. It was torture.

8th Date - They had candlelight dinner and slow danced. The grinding wasn’t helping. Oh, and that off-shoulder red dress she was wearing on purpose, he was so close to ripping it off her that night.

9th Date - Zeke came over for a visit & ended up drunk-crashing at Mikasa’s place. Reiner had to stay over to help just in case & just the mere thought of Zeke just killed whatever romantic mood they were in. Felt like they were babysitting a grown-ass baby brother.

10th Date - Reiner had bought champagne to celebrate their tenth date at his place & he actually spruced up his bedroom with rose petals and those fancy scented candles to set up the mood for their long-awaited sexy time. However, Mikasa had to sit in an emergency surgery that night and ended up sleeping in the Medical Centre’s staff room in exhaustion and totally missed their scheduled 10th date. They made up with a lunch date the next day and they definitely went to town that night at his house. They never even made it to the bedroom ;)

People just assumed that they have a frequent & super active sex life. It’s quite the opposite as they enjoy more domestic activities together like baking and home improvements. But they still maintain a weekly date night even after being engaged to each other. Reiner’s a super cuddler so he’ll be the one who initiates the little intimate gestures in public. But behind closed doors, Mikasa would be the more handsy one, which Reiner really loves.

Reiner is built like a Greek God and Mikasa made sure to ‘accidentally’ walked into the bathroom whenever he’s in the shower ;) While Reiner always made sure he’ll be in the living room when Mikasa practices her yoga routine. Just so he can plan ahead on which position he can get her in the next time they’re in the mood ;D omg that sounds more pervy than I intended

Mikasa loves to wear one of Reiner’s shirts when they’re at home together because she knows it will drive him crazy with need.

Reiner occasionally wears reading glasses at home and Mikasa gets weak in the knees when he does. She almost always like to get down and dirty while he’s wearing the glasses :)

They spent their first Christmas together with the Jeagers and Zeke almost walked in on them having a quickie in their dad’s basement.

Reiner & Mikasa would be those couples that still have a burning fire in their relationship even as they grew older. That’s also how baby Ryder was conceived unexpectedly when the twins, Rémy & Miraé just turned 10. They thought they were done having babies 8D

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I had super fun time working on this headcanon, Nonnie! I hope you like it 💖 Keep ‘em coming if you’d like to read more & please don’t be discouraged from sending in Asks because sometimes it’ll take a long time for me to write because of my other writing projects/RL commitments but I would always follow through :3

Thank you & take care!

xoxo

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stephanythedramaqueen · 4 years ago

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(Sorry if I'm being a bother, I'm a little late to the NoctLight party lol) If you're still doing that meme from post/171958323806 (it's fine if you aren't, sorry), can I request Noct and Light for it? BTW, I LOVED your Ambrosia fic on AO3! It was adorable~ >///w///

Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping)

In honor of Lightis week for the Fluff prompt

Who is a night owl: Noctis, that’s why he doesn’t like waking in the morning! He does all kinds of weird things in the night that makes Lightning just wanna pin him down so she can get to bed early. He makes up to be the BEST daddy to handle their babies who cry in the middle of the night because he, most likely than not, is still awake. The only time Lightning blesses her night owl of a husband, because that means Noct offers her all the time to rest.

Who is a morning person: If Noct lives during the night, Lightning sees dawn break. Never to be called a “chirpy morning person” Lightning still enjoys her mornings. It’s the time where everything is still peaceful before the hullabaloo of the day starts, the time that you can still hear the birds chirp in the air before traffic drowns them out, the time where the world is still droopy but bathed in light. She adores it. Also her favorite time to get frisky with Noct. He doesn’t like waking in the morning, but that’s one of her secret ways to get Noct fully… up.

Are they cuddlers: One of the surprising fact that no one sees coming including Noct is that Lightning loves to cuddle. Famous to appear aloof even in her tightest of circles, Lightning loves to reach out to Noctis and have any sort of physical contact with him in their privacy. She sleeps the best entirely curled up in Noctis, the one place she feels safest and warmest and protected. She always initiated it when they’re together and Noct loves it.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Lightning absolutely loves to be the little spoon because that means Noct is always around her.

What is their favourite sleeping position: any position as long as Lightning can feel Noctis’s touch. Mostly Noct is behind her but he loves it if he could sleep against her.

Who steals all the blankets: Noctis does, which makes Lightning struggle with him during the night for dominance of the blankets. It’s a war out there, every other night.

What they wear to bed: With Lightning besides him each night, Noctis would rather just sleep naked ;) but not the wisest decision as a monarch who can technically be disturbed whenever some calamity happens, soooo he opts for sleeping slacks that tend to hang too low on his hips. Light always sleeps in either silk or satin night dress. It keeps her cool since she’s always curled in Noctis who is like her own heater.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Besides the fact that it won’t fit Noctis he always would be shirtless around Lightning anyway. She likes that. Noctis also absolutely loves to see Lightning in his shirts. She could wear all the lingerie she wants and she does but the sight of her in his shirt remains the sexiest thing he’d ever see.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Noctis, if he’s really tired. He loves his sleep and nothing actually can stop him from doing so if it catches up to him. Light always punches him in the arm for that though lol

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Dreams were always something Noctis was afflicted with for as long as he could remember, and so does nightmares. More than enough times he woke up screaming or crying. Lightning always wakes up with him, holding him until he’s calmed down again, assuring him that it was nothing but a dream and she’ll always be there to expel them afterwards.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: One time, Noctis being the nightcrawler he is, warped into bed with Light who was already asleep. The move was so sudden that her first instinct was to deck him across the face. Suffice to say, Noct never did that ever again.

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Contrary to what people think, Lightning is the one who craves the most for Noct’s touch. Noct adores her everywhere he goes with her, everywhere they are, and that’s why people would always think it’s Noctis who is the most touchy-feely between the two, but they couldn’t be more wrong to Noct’s delight. The amount of times Ligtning kept Noctis from sleeping at night is astounding, but he isn’t complaining. She actually always craves Noctis to be honest and isn’t shy show it either >8D

#lightis #lightning farron #noctis lucis caelum

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mcrmadness · 4 years ago

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Ask game: Unusual asks.

Thanks! 8D

14: What is your least favorite word?

In which language? :D Also this is probably the hardest question in this ask game because I literally don't know XD But I try to think about something.

OH NOW I KNOW! I hope people don't get mad at me but RIGHT NOW my least favorite word is "gender envy". I just have this thing when I'm exposed to something against my will - could be a word, a celebrity's face (or name) or even just a tv series - and too often in very short time, and suddenly I just get an overload of that and I feel so fed up with it and can no longer tolerate it AT ALL and everything about said thing just gets on my nerves and makes me so angry that if it's e.g. a tv series someone's watching, I simply have to leave the room because I can't stand anything about it at all anymore, not even the musics nor actors' voices.

So lately this happened to me with this word. It just came out of nowhere and I see so many using it now and I can't escape because it's not only on Tumblr, it's also on Discord and on every freaking website I go to, and I feel like I'm going crazy but I just can't NOT SEE that word because there's no way to avoid it. Even if I filtered the tag on Tumblr, I'd still have to see the word because Tumblr would tell me "this post was filtered for the tag #gender envy". And it kinda sucks.

(I'm agender/nonbinary so I don't feel gender envy because there's no one born without a physical gender and I usually don't look at snails or so and be like "I wish I had its gender" - besides they are hermaphrodite and not genderless so...)

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15: What is your favorite word?

This is also something I haven't really thought about. Okay my brain just said I should say: Gotham. Because it's one of my favorite tv series, after Gotham City which is Batman's home city, and if you put that word in half you get: Got-Ham.

That's why my siblings (they're 26 btw) started talking about the show with the Finnish word for ham: kinkku. So my sister would ask my brother "Should we watch 'Kinkku'?" when she wanted to continue watching Gotham :DDDDDDDD

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This got bit long so the next ones under the cut...

33: What turns you off?

The lack of sense of humour. I seriously don't think I'd ever be able to get along with someone who either has no sense of humour at all or has it completely different from mine.

Also people who don't respect others, people who refuse to listen to others. Nothing makes me angrier and more frustrated than when I'm trying to say something and people say "I don't care." and won't let me even finish because they don't want to hear what I have to say only because they THINK they're gonna disagree. And even if they do disagree, it'd still be nice of them to let people finish before proclaiming that they disagree. Not doing that makes a person just an asshole.

And another thing is the music taste, having it different won't make a friendship impossible, but it always drops my mood a bit to learn I again listen to different bands and genres altogether than someone new I learnt to know, because it seems to be something that just always keeps happening...

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40: First concert you attended

It was in 2007 and My Chemical Romance's concert in Finland. It was also their first gig in Finland ever. The concert took place in Helsinki, I was 16 and met a few internet friends I had but mainly spent time with my parents who I went to the concert with. The gig itself was insane, I had never been to an actual concert before because I was so afraid of big crowds because of my social anxiety and I always thought I don't care about going to concerts. But something in me needed to experience an MCR concert and I'm glad that I did that, because I really like going to concerts now. Every time I feel like dying tho, but somehow I still end up buying concert tickets anyway XD

The concert itsel was insane and I didn't even feel the anxiety there at all! After the concert we were hanging out near the venue and my parents already wanted to leave but I just had this feeling that we should not leave yet, and then they said we have to go now so I started walking after them and crying, and that's when I heard girls screaming behind the venue and as we went there, Frank was actually there writing signatures, and we quickly ran there and I don't remember anything else but this small group and we just handed him the ticket, he wrote his name and we left :D

Here's a photo, I still find it hard to believe that I got Frank's signature but this ticket is a proof of that so I guess I just have to trust it XD

After all that we then visited this "Rock McDonald's" in Helsinki, it's just some regular McDonald's with rock themed furniture and music and that night they were playing only MCR, and from there we went back to the hotel.

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47: What’s your favorite holiday?

I think I answered this question in another ask a couple of weeks ago but I don't remember what I said :D Probably talked about Christmas but now I started wondering it this means like... those HOLIDAYS like Christmas, or just any kind of free days from school and work. Because I've been having one long weekend for the past 2 years, and before that holidays didn't really exist for me because horses need to be fed and taken care of no matter what the calendar says :D

Anyway I think I'm gonna say: Midsummer. In Finland it's a big thing. Well, for most it just means drinking and partying outside, but not for me because I hate people and don't drink alcohol lmao. No but, I actually was born on Midsummer Eve, the Eve is never the exact same date every year (it's always a Friday, tho) so when I have my birthday, it's not necessarily that year's Midsummer Eve. Apparently also not this year, so usually I'm having my birthday during Midsummer but I haven't celebrated it since I turned 18, so it's not really a big deal for me. I'd rather forget about it because I have had an age crisis since I was 23... anyhow, this year I'm gonna turn 30 so I know it's gonna be a bit bigger thing for my family and relatives but I'd rather not be reminded of that because for the past 10 years I have just been worrying about how 30 is closer every year because when I hit that age, then 40 will be closer than ever, too ::D

A "fun" fact about Midsummer and what it means in Finland: Every year everyone wishes for bad and good weather simultaneously because people want to spend the day in good weather but good weather means people like to go swimming. And alcohol + swimming is NEVER a good combination and the warmer the day, the more people will drown. Every Midsummer Day or the first work day after Midsummer weekend, you will find reports from all newspapers about how many people drowned this time. The nicer the weather, the bigger the number(s)... It's terrible, and people are adviced to look after their friends and family and never leave anyone alone near the water when alcohol is involved. Even I have sometimes kept an eye on someone because they were drunk and went close to the lake (not necessarily during Midsummer, but whenever I've been spending time with my mom and her siblings and friends at a summer cottage).

I don't want to end this so dramatically so I also want to say that I like Midsummer because in Finland, the sun never really sets during summer. And during Midsummer the nights are usually the brightest and soon after that it starts getting darker and darker again. It always makes me sad because the summer is so short here, but I really love these summer nights when there's like 3 hours between the sunset and sunrise but the sky doesn't even have time to turn dark during that time. Finnish summer is something special and magical.

It's probably impossible to imagine and incredibly difficult to show in photos too, but here's my attempt:

This one was taken in (the beginning of) June 2017, at 2:00 in the morning during this photo. I think it's very close to the actual lighting of that night. It's so easy to get too dark or bright photos with a proper camera and I can never remember afterwards which of the brightnesses was the correct one. (Btw we [aka me because I'm the only one of my family with a driver's license] were driving back home from Helsinki, we were to Helsinki because of a Rammstein concert :D)

I also have some photos taken at 9pm what looks more like it was in the middle of the day, and also a photo I took at 3am and it looks like it's a daytime too. It's slightly darker between 11pm and 2am and then it gets bright again. But I'm too lazy to add them to this because they just look like daytime photos and you only have my word about the actual time, so it still doesn't feel the same as actually being outside at 3am while it's bright as day :D

#lebignom #ask games

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atelier-dayz · 4 years ago

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18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

A scene I’m proud of -- or well it’s a favorite of mine -- is this one:

He soon finds out why when he spots Kenobi in the shadow cast by the ship, seated cross-legged with the hood of his robe pulled up to hide his face from the glare of the sun. He supposes Kenobi is meditating, but he has to squash the instinctual unease he feels at the sight. There is no wind, and yet the edges of Kenobi’s robe and sleeves waft softly as if there is. Swirls of sand in distinct tendrils surround him, orbiting lazily. It’s strange, yet beautiful, yet terrifying . It’s such a casual display of a power Jango will never understand, it makes his gut want to squirm.

I was majorly inspired by this panel of Age of Republic - Heroes: Obi-wan Kenobi:

And also like you pointed out, the part with Rey and the floating rocks:

Like Jedi and Force-sensitives are weird. Totally Not Normal to people who can’t access the Force. And to steal your own words from your comment on the chapter (LOL), I loved the image of a Jedi who is usually very controlled in how they use the Force letting some of their “vaguely eldritch magical self out” during meditation simply through their active connection with the Force in those moments. To a normal person, it’s just Strange and Unnerving and Cannot Be Real, but also BEAUTIFUL. Which leaves Jango especially confused considering his past experiences, the poor guy. *pats*

And I’ve mentioned it before, but as a desert child at heart, I LOVE desert imagery so having sand swirling around Obi while he’s meditating was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up =u=b

20. What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

Hmm. I suppose Padme counts as a minor character if you consider Jango and Obi as the main characters and Anakin to a lesser extent? So Padme because her attempts at matchmaking greatly amuse me, and as much as she likes to throw me curveballs and has a lot to learn, she has such a steel spine! <3

30. Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

I haven’t talked about Time Travel AU on here much, have I? It’s definitely going to end up a longfic considering me LOL

!!!For people who want a surprise/no spoilers whenever I end up actually posting this story, SKIP THIS!!!

Obi-wan dies during Order 66 and wakes up 5 years old in the year 59BBY because the Force went “whoops that’s not supposed to happen” and sends him back in time. Lo and behold, Cody, also aged 5, is sent back with him. Needless to say, angst abound as they hash out what happened. Obi and Cody are found by Jaster and the True Mandalorians. Cue massive confusion for everyone -- except Jango (who is 9), who claims Obi on sight, and Cody is obviously his little brother, so he’s Jango’s too. Anyways, Obi and Cody get adopted into the TMs and with their combined spotty memories (because they’re five and not all their memories are intact and they don’t know exactly what happened with Order 66), they work with the TMs to prevent the horrible events Obi and Cody know about from happening, including Jaster’s death, the TM’s death, hopefully the rise of the Sith and the Clone Wars. Also relevant to the story: Jetii Manda (Mandalorian Jedi) becomes a thing. 8D (Sidenote: there isn't another Obi running around following the time travel. Obi takes his place before he’s even born in a way.)

#behind the scenes ask meme #mand'alor and his jetii #long post #amillionstarsandyouchoosethisone

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mayaquinnscloud · 4 years ago

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The loop

I knew I wanted to use some of my own videos to make gifs. With everything happening in the world, I felt the need to reflect on the things that make me happy and help me manage my mental health. My anxiety has been something I’ve needed to find a way to manage since covid happened. Some of the things I chose could only be enjoyed pre-covid but some of these things are a really important part of my routine now. More so now than ever I think it’s important to find little parts of our everyday lives that bring us peace or carve out a time for something you enjoy during your day.

Spending time with animals

This has always been one of my favorite ways to decompress. This gif is of my cat Santana. Whenever I’m sad seeing this little fluffy hopping onto my bed to cuddle makes everything better.

A clean & organized space

I chose to make a gif of candles burning because every time I clean my room and wash my sheets I light a candle and start my humidifier. It reminds me off the feeling of laying down in a clean space after doing something productive.

Night time

I would definitely consider myself more of an introvert, so I’ve always correlated night time as my time to finally release all of the stress of the day. I usually dive into creative endeavors at night or finally get the opportunity to check in with my emotions and see how I’m feeling.

Friendship

I chose to use this gif of me and my homies vibing on the street after dinner. lol Honestly it can feel like a chore for me to make plans to be social, but at the end of the day when I do see my friends it’s refreshing to be around people who understand and love me.

Travel

This is definitely in the top 10 list of most basic things to make a gif of but whatever. I find that it’s so refreshing to escape from your everyday routine and have a whole new part of the world to explore. I especially love going to the beach because I feel so rejuvenated afterwards.

Movement

This has become one of the most important aspects to my routine lately. It’s so releasing to throw on some sunglasses and dance in my room. There’s so many emotions you can express through dance whether you wanna act goofy or be super dramatic its fun to connect with music in a different way.

Live Music

Pre-COVID this was my favorite activity to relieve some stress. This specific gif is from a James Blake concert. It was one of the most intimate and relaxing shows. I guess now I can just listen to music in 8D with my headphones on. sighhh

Rain

Rain is one of my favorite sounds. I will listen to rain sounds for background when I’m doing homework, stretching, making breakfast, etc. It’s even better when it’s actually raining so I can open my windows.

Music Festivals

This sort of counts as live music except it’s even better. You get to travel to a new place with friends and enjoy music all day long.

Nature

This has been very important for me lately because it is a way to get some exercise and stay away from social media. Walking for long periods of time is very therapeutic because all you have to worry about is putting one foot in front of the other.

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bowldeepfannish · 5 years ago

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Fanart commision: scene from the Sailor Moon Shakespeare pastiche AU titled All The World’s Stage being developed by @coppercrane2 . She’s the most Penguin Lady of them all and one mighty pillar of the SenshixShitennou corner in the Sailor Moon fandom. ---> @ssrevminibang Feasting on the juicy plot previews and picking each other’s brains was a delight and the highlight of my Summer <3. Thank you so much Charlie <3.

All handmade traditional in pencil , just scanned and sepia-ed to enhance that Renaissance period feel a-la Da Vinci sketchbook.

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INFO AND #SYMBOLISM ahoy (inner history nerd unleashed alert!) so buckle up XDDD

Jupiter/Makoto (aka Viola) Capulets-Prada is here disguised as a (male) page ‘Cesario’ in the Montague-Moschino-Gucci (M-M-G for short) noble household, in order to investigate the murder of her parents. The M-M-G clan is likely involved in the murder but the lady is determined. Keep your friend close and your (likely) enemies closer? Yep.

The Montagues’ first son and heir Nephrite/Orsino ‘s troubledar (and also his UST) is pinging at the new page. Dun dun dun dunnnn.

While ‘Cesario’ is at it he tries to polish his fencing and fighting skills too, to the delight of Montague cadet’s branch cousin and blades wizard Zoisite/Benvolio. Hence the dagger&swords lesson in their inner yard depicted in the above art happens. Orsino closely watches them on the ground while his sister Rei/Beatrice Montague gazes at the trio from her chamber window on the first floor >D.

Clothes, heraldic motifs and stonemasonry for the scene above are a mix of both authentical late medieval/early Renaissance refs, plot clues hidden in plain sight and a nod to the source characters >D.

- butterfly/moth & flame motifs, heraldry for the Montague-Moschino-Gucci are peppered all over the picture:

1) moth to flame, anyone? It ‘s a nod to desires and ambitions of more than one kind in the fic, and a sign of danger. 2) moths partake with the meaning of butterflies but also bring a note of ambivalence compared to the diurnal, pretty butterflies. (They’re both awesome :P ). 3) flame: It brings light and warmth but also destroys. Ditto on passion! Also nod to Mars/Rei. 4) moths were also a signature Gucci feature in one of their recent-ish fashion collections so it seemed a perfect fit for the Montague-Moschino-Gucci family crest :P.

- spring (?) water well:

1) a private and handy source of drinkable water is a major boon in an era without tap water and no plumbing and hit-and-miss sewers. Another sign of status & luck. Plus water symbolism!

The water bucket is there but hidden behind the central character. We just see the rope attached to it. --> Things hidden in plain sight, the dive for truth at the botton of the well/under the surface.. and thirst in more ways than one X°D.

2) nod to Ami/Portia being part of the M-M-G family (married into).

3) water inside the well, flame motifs bas-relief outside to surround it, a metal moth on top of the well... yes all these bits are there and placed just like that and there for a reason. The whole metalwork atop the well included. Start speculating my darlings >D. 4) there is more but see point 3).

- swords & dagger:

1) if you are a novice daggers are better/more effective a weapon than futzing with a rapier. 2) Zoisite/Benvolio loves shiny stabby things :P . In any universe he values the aesthetic. To thyne own Extra self be true. Also him: dagger vs rapier? Why choose one? :P

- hair/hairdo (or lack thereof):

for all the variance of styles in history strictly speaking for many centuries no respectable woman would go around with her hair down and loose.

Hence Rei’s hair at the window is properly braided and covered ( also a little nod to Olivia Hussey in Zeffirelli’s movie adaptation of Romeo & Juliet ) . Makoto/Viola here is disguised as a boy hence she let her hair down to blend with the males in the household + that combined with the ruffled collar helps disguising her lack of an Adam’s apple 8D .

Zoisite is still tying his hair in his trademark canon ponytail also because he’s such a wild walking genderbent Rapunzel his locks would get in the way of fencing XDD.

- hats (or lack thereof):

Nephrite/Orsino hates, hates, hates that cumbersome poofy embroidered hat. But for all his discomfort he’s a Good Kid (Mama Beryl/Tamora is a stickler for heraldic paraphernalia and power dressing) and as the first son and designated heir he gotta.

Rei wears her headband/hair cuff and and ribbons interlaced in her braid like a proper refined aristocrat young lady of means.

Zoi should probably wear some sort of hat and also tie his shirt laces but he can’t be bothered plus he’s from the cadet branch: he’s gotta play such a non playing straight card whenever it suits him amirite :P

- miscellaneous wall work: it recycles elements from previous buildings, preferrably Romans. Includings choice bits from Antiquity in your very building was as much a sign of status (Roman Empire mystique!) as sometimes a necessity due to lost techniques/expensive exotic materials.

- lozenges/trellis window glass and decorated ceramic + ornamental bricks framing the window: very period. A handful of such windows still survive 50 metres from my house :P. XV century Italian goodness <3. I actually sneaked a tad of late XIX century feel in too :P (medieval-ish Art Nouveau architecture is quite a thing where I live).

- glimpse of Rei’s chamber: carved and painted wooden ceilings, tapestry (landscapes with castles and/or mythological themes usually) hanging on the wall for both decor and shielding from drafts belonged to the noble class taste of the period ( a rather long period and large area in the Westt... much beloved in the middle ages up to well into the Tudors’ era at least :). Sometimes if you could not hang tapestries you would commision trompe l’oeil of tapestries :D ) .

A repeat of the pics as sometimes Tumblr doesn’t display the top pic in pic posts for me :°D. Thank you for reading if you have made it to the end!

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I am looking foward to the published fic. Thak you so much again for this fantastic commission chance Charlie I loved working on this :,). -------- my twitter

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ghost--apple · 5 years ago

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Me spazzing about OL Love or Dead (part 1)

OK now time to spazz about the OL movie!!

First, I’ve been saying this everywhere but I just really really love how in the entire movie, you can see how in love Haruta is! The one year he spent away from Maki didn’t lessen his affection and love for him, instead I think he just fell even harder during the time they were apart.

(Cut because of spoilers and screenshots XD)

Look at him, he’s just so eager to put a ring on it!

I was already laughing so hard during the first 4 minutes of the movie, I will forever salute Tanaka Kei for being the perfect blend of stupid and adorable as Haruta! XD

I also love Maki’s ~grand entrance~!!!! But I’m still wondering why he’s in his business suit early in the morning or do Japanese men really board their flights wearing suit??? LOL.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH LOOK AT HIM, SO CUTEEEEEEEEE I MISSED HIM SO MUCH, HE LOOKS SO HAPPY TO FINALLY SEE HIS DUMB BOYFRIEND AGAIN!!! @_@

And I love that Maki is already so used to seeing Haruta naked, he looks so unfazed. XD

And well, Haruta also seems to be already used to clinging to Maki while barely wearing anything. 8D I think a lot has definitely happened already during that one month they spent together before Haruta went to Shanghai lol.

This entire scene is very delightful for me BECAUSE CLINGY!!ALMOST!!NAKED!!!HARUTA!! but I almost banged my head on my desk when Maki really went ahead and left Haruta there in all his glory. XD I know I said previously that I want Haruta to suffer next time around once a movie or a season 2 happens but I didn’t think he’d suffer this soon hahaha!

Also, did Haruta not zip his luggage at all?!? Seriously how did he survive one year without Maki? XD (And Justice’s random English phrases crack me up)

AND YES YES MY BEAUTIFUL SON DESERVES ALL THE GRAND ENTRANCE IN THIS MOVIE.

Ohohoho I already love Mamiana at this point, but maybe I will basically love everyone who can make Haruta jealous. 8DDD But seriously, there seems to be something about Maki that makes older men so fond of him. XD Is it because of his baby-face? I wonder~

AND WAIT, DID I MENTION I LOVE CLINGY HARUTA??? Remember when he used to push Maki away whenever Maki was too close? Yes, he can’t remember either. XD

I just want more scenes like this!! (My delulu self is convinced that Haruta kissed Maki’s cheek. XD) Maki, how can you just easily disentangle Haruta from yourself, I waited for two years to see Haruta initiating skinship, now is not the right time to play tsundere or something. XD Seriously, I love you and I want Haruta to suffer for some time but now you’re making me pull my hair.

Instances like this makes me quite sad that we can’t hear Maki’s internal monologues. I mean, what is he really thinking during this time? He said he believes nothing happened between Haruta and the guy, but he’s still obviously grumpy/worried about something so there must be other reasons, right? It would have been really wonderful if we can know what’s running inside Maki’s head.

Although I think it’s wonderful how Haruta is the one trying to have a proper talk with Maki, he has definitely matured a lot, I love it! Somehow it makes me feel a bit guilty that I wanted him to suffer a little nyahaha.

(Okay I shall continue after work~ XD)

#ossan's love #wow i still have so many feels after two years

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elefseija · 4 years ago

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Algiz: shield

FIRST PART (LAGUZ: PRELUDE) HERE

A/N: Here’s the second part of my little thingy for @aleksia-aries-hogwartsmystery / @thereluctantherosrose !!! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but... well... I had fun 8D I LOVED writing this part, although action scene aren’t really my... thing, but I guess it turned out quite well? NH, I hope so! Moreover, I’m so happy I got to use some druidic magic, FINALLY. I’ll write a proper headcanon about this, but yeah, I wanted to add something that would specifically distinguish Aisling, being Irish, from British wizards! A LITTLE NOTE: I’m so stupid I did not mention this before! Both titles have the name of a specific rune fitting the story - Laguz is used (among all other meaning) to represent seers and the unknown, while Algiz, as it was stated in the last chapter, represents protection. You’ll see why 8D Aleksia, Arktos and Henry belongs to @aleksia-aries-hogwartsmystery

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☘️ ☘️ ☘️ . . .

September 1st, 1993

Aisling Baskerville stepped out from the shadow of the building. The Saint Mary and St Finnan Church was a comforting and familiar sight, by now, as the marvelous scenario the Irish young woman could see. The church bells weakly echoed as they finished their deafening ringing – a low, gloomy echo vibrating in her head. (She could not help but frown at the noise.)

The crisp autumn air made Aisling’s nose crinkle just a tad and she cast a quick glance to the sky – grey, with heavy clouds bringing rain. The grass was still damp, but Aisling would still enjoy it, compared to the burning hot sand of the Sahara desert or to the blinding marble of the Greek temples she had visited. This was Glenfinnan, right in front of her: the dark green of trees and grass trying to fight against the grey clouds and the faded brown of dirt and dry leaves. And the sweet, everlasting rolling of the Highlands. Loch Shiel would still sparkle under the shy rays of the hidden sun, as gentle waves caressed the shores, the breeze would still whisper among the trees. In the distance, a weak whistle of a train and the low rumble of a thunder could be heard. Aisling left that nostalgic scenario behind her back and she quickly made her way to the hamlet. Her fur hood would cover her head, a shield against the breeze that would keep messing her locks. A soft hum her solitary company: a habit many got used to in Aisling’s presence, a sign of quietness and happiness, as that smile that still lingered on her lips – a fond look at the thought of meeting her best friend. A sister. Time had not been gentle with them. After Hogwarts, they had gone their separate ways: while Aisling took the way of the curse-breaker, Aleksia followed the magizoologist career and now continued her plans with opening up her own magical creature rescue. Their last meeting had not been heartbreaking, but still held a bittersweet taste in their memories: they both knew, deep down, they would meet again and nothing could keep them apart for too long. That much they knew.

The streets of Glenfinnan were almost deserted; not a soul would wander in those meadows and walk on those cobblestone roads. Not when those heavy clouds threatened a storm. No chirping birds, no children chattering, nor men laughing as they were waiting to enter in the nearby pub – they did not even look at her, despite her peculiar attire. Aisling just kept walking, quickly – there was still plenty of time, yet she wanted to make a surprise and go to Aleksia’s place, instead of just waiting for her. The pendant hanging from her necklace moved at every step. With her fingertips she kept it in place, gently caressing the cool metal, without even noticing the affectionate gesture: it connected them, made them feel near each other always, that silver clover that both girls would wear from the end of their seventh year at Hogwarts. Magic would make the metal hotter whenever one of them was in danger.

As it happened right in that moment, when she stopped her steps all of a sudden, feeling the pendant burning against her skin. It could mean only one thing: troubles. (“I’ll be your shield. The future is not written on stones, it can change.”) Aisling did not even have to think – she apparated in front of Aleksia’s house. The front gate was open wide, as the front door. She ran. She ran as fast as she could and she screamed her sister’s name frantically without noticing. Books scattered on the floor, shreds of wood and shreds of glass, a broken vase and flowers and petals, water splashed on the fine carpet. A quick glance at her surroundings, Aisling decided she had to move. Quickly. Tight was her grip on her wand, her eyes open to slits. «Appare vestigium.» So lightly her voice left her lips. A cloud of gold blooming from the tip of the black walnut wand, expanding in the room. Fingerprints and footprints scattered everywhere on the floor. Leading out of the house. Pale figures representing a fight: there was Aleksia frantically running away, her cousin Henry (Aisling could easily recognize him) running after her, blocking her desperate run, yanking her by her hair as she aggressively fought him back pushing him, hitting him with her fists, trying to kick him. She could see scratches along his face from where Aleksia had clawed at his face with sharp nails. But he managed to block her with a spell – Aisling could only see, powerless. She grit her teeth and clenched her fists as raw fury flowed in her veins and filled her mind. The pale figures slowly faded into nothing. She followed those footsteps of gold dust, carefully – her fingers still clenching around the wand tightly. North-west. Then north. The clouds were heavier, yet the sun would weakly peak form behind that curtain. A little drop splashed on her head, then a second one – Aisling ignored them. Her steps were now quicker, she was almost running. The traces kept going further into the wood – the pale, dying light coming from the grey clouds was quickly disappearing behind her. In a few steps, she transformed in her animagus form: a Norwegian forest cat sprinting forward, the lightest cracking of dry leaves under her paws, the scratching of claws against trunks as she climbed for a better view. There was a light noise in the distance: screaming, the crashing sound of spells, probably a fight. And flashes of light. She promptly jumped, from one branch to the next one. It messed her fur but she ignored it, her little ears focused on the not-so-far-anymore blasts.

There was a glade. Spacious, surrounded by trees, some of which had already been visibly damaged by the fight: so many branches had fallen, few trunks had fallen or were dangerously leaning against another tree. On the ground, pits produced by miscast spells. Henry was standing there, in front of Aleksia, who looked visibly hurt, struggling to stand, grabbing her wand as she blasted a spell against her relative. A red flash: it crashed against an invisible shield. A merciless laugh – how disgusting it sounded. It left a putrid taste in her mouth. Aisling winced in fear (not for her). Quickly, she turned in her human form, steadying herself as she grabbed the branches over her. The faintest green light formed on the palm of her hand – it left a print on the bark of the tree, it growled softly, vibrating under her touch. Not even a breath escaped her lips – Aisling’s stood motionless. She could only hear her own heart beating (pounding furiously in her head, in her ears, in her chest). Quickly and frantically, constricting her ribcage. Her grip on the branch tightened – knuckles went pale white. But everything went unnoticed.

A pained, deafening scream rang out, lasting for just a few seconds. Ivies and vines now held tightly to Henry’s ankles. They rushed back, letting him fall on the dirt. Crawling, hissing, biting and grazing the skin with thorns, those plants kept holding him still right where he belonged. «What is this?! What are you doing, you dam-» With a crack and a loud thud, Aisling was there – his eyes first noticed the foot within his view before he glanced upwards – disbelief had quite a nice spark on his widened icy eyes. Her wand was directly pointed at him. «Leave. Her.» A hiss that perfectly matched the ivies and vines and thorns still crawling. She basked in the mad fire of his icy stare, amused to see his reaction. «YOU.» A low growl escaped from him, and he took a hold of the plants trapping him; a flash of light had the leaves fall and the stolons withdraw as if they were in pain. «I won’t let you get in my way, Irish scum. Stop with your druid tricks.» A grin. Merciless, insane – he would not back off from her now. «Then, be my guest.» A silent depulso blasted from her wand against him, and a red flash of light against his chest – but it was not enough to break the invisible shield he had quickly summoned. Aisling managed to turn around just to see Aleksia still lying on the ground but with her eyes open wide in surprise (and perhaps relief, and hope): gentle roots would try to push her away from the fight. They would kindly poke nudge at her legs and arms, trying to lift her.

But the Irish girl could not see much more – a sinister flash behind her caught her attention as she immediately moved to her side on instinct. «STUPEFY!», she screamed as she rolled on her back, trying to regain balance and stand – the spell hit against his chest and flew him back to a rotting trunk. She didn't need to talk, nor think: that green, sinister glow had the roots of that very tree starting to move, and dig out from the ground, reaching for Henry. «Get up,» she impatiently tapped her wand against her thigh, circling him with her steps, «I said, GET UP. And fight me!» Angrily, once again her growling voice echoed in the forest, another blast of energy against him. He slumped forward, hissing in pain as his free hand gripped the roots, blocking him and the vines and ivies stinging and piercing his wrist, trying to prevent him from casting another spell. Tearing them apart, he freed his right hand – quickly grabbing his wand again. (Blood, Aisling’s could see the red shade on his skin and the way he gritted his teeth to repress a groan.) Not a word from him, but her reducto blasted angrily against a force field and reflected back at her, forcing the girl to dodge her own spell, which crashed against the branches of a tree.

A powerful flash of green light: Aisling quickly rolled to her side on instinct, as it hit the thick roots springing from the ground under her feet, the violent impact against the dirt briefly knocking the air out of her lungs with a gasp. (Aleksia’s scream filled her mind, Aisling lifted her gaze to meet the girl’s desperate eyes searching for her.) The roots died instantly, with a pained growl: they stilled, pale gray against the colourful dry leaves. «Don’t run from me!» And she slipped away, breathing heavily, clutching carefully her hip with her hand – a trunk hid her, once again she pressed her palm against the tree, a familiar green glow beamed underneath her skin. Stolons full of thorns still crawled, slowly and silently, under the leaves. He turned around, expecting to see her appear once again: a soft crack caught his attention and he cast a depulso against a tree. Another crack, roots blocked his path – but he could still turn around and finally spotted her sprinting against him. «Confringo!» right against his shoulder, but he managed to dodge it. That glacial glare still locked on Aisling’s features. «You always meddle in things you are not part of.» That twisted smirk still lingered on his face. A soft, pained whine reached her ears; she just managed to catch a glimpse of Aleksia trying to push herself up. And Henry did not allow her more time to help. «Expulso!» «Protego!»

«Just like your father. Blood Traitor.» Suddenly, a gush of wind had leaves flying around them – it was cold, and a solitary snowflake fell on Aisling’s hand. «You will understand, I cannot let you interfere, sweet Aisling.» He lifted his arm, ready to cast another spell. «A glorious future awaits her. Soon He will be back and she will understand this is the only path she can follow. Neither you nor your family can stop us.» And the ground trembled under them. A crash, as loud and violent as a thunder, and the wind got colder, more snowflakes were floating in the air. Henry’s eyes widened in surprise. What was that? Could it be-...? «Don’t tell me...» Like a hiss, as if he was offended by something. «She does not deserve this gift!» Anger, brightening his blue eyes, making his grip on his wand tighter. Crueler. Aisling could only turn around. A gasp of surprise, her breath was stuck in her throat and her legs could not let her move any further, as it shone in front of her, glowing in pale white light: cold as ice, with bluish shades against the blinding white. Arktos, the guardian. She crouched against the dirt, ignoring the sharp pain on her arm; the ice guardian jumped over her, landing in front of Henry. «You.» A depulso that only made the ice knight lightly step back as he lifted his arm. «You betrayed our noble family!» Aisling glanced back at Aleksia. The markings on her wrist were now visibly glowing with blue light. So weak was her smile, but she was still her. That devilish and fiery grin that meant that whoever had messed with her was in a heap of trouble. “I’m okay, Azzy.” Like a punch against her stomach – that was what Aisling felt as she heard Aleksia’s thoughts in her head. She could just suck more air, push herself back on her feet.

«INCARCEROUS!» The spell hit him – and he fell to the ground, once again. It did not last long: she could hear his voice growling in anger «Diffindo!» and the magical ropes were no more. He tried to stand up again – slow, menacing steps towards Aisling. The ice guardian just looked back at her, and, much to her surprise, he slightly bowed his head. (“Breathe in. Breathe out.”) Leaves started floating around her once again, ice silently slithered its way on them: sharp projectiles flew against Henry. A shield of fire between them – Aisling could not see, but she knew the ice could not pass through it. Another blast of energy – right against the fire. It forced Henry to step back and move to his left to avoid the impact of a gushing wind and ice crystals forming in it, like a blizzard – right against the nearest trunk, they pierced through the bark, like arrows.

Aisling gritted her teeth as her fingertips tightened their grip on her wand, Arktos slowly stepped back near her as he followed with glowing blue eyes Henry’s movements. Sly – he did not aim at them anymore – but forced Aisling to follow his maniac gaze as he lifted his arm once again. He did not speak. But the Irish girl sensed what he was going to do (“Not her, not her, not her.”) – she could only think she had to run back to Aleksia: «BOMBARDA!» echoed, and Aisling did not think twice, as she jumped right in front of the other girl, clutching her tightly against her chest, ignoring the pain. (“Aisling, DON’T.”) Like a crashing thunder – there was a loud boom from the sound of Arktos interposing between them and Henry. The fire hit it against his shoulder and arm – shrieked in pain and the force of the impact sent him a few feet back. Still, the damage was visible – like veins, visible cracks appeared on the icy surface of his skin, shiny shreds of ice would melt, drops evaporating before hitting the ground, some others would just fall and break. «Not. Again.» What Aisling could feel flowing in her veins, that was panic, making her stand up in haste, trying to help Aleksia up as the girl painfully crawled to the nearest trunk to hide, clutching her side with a hand. Henry’s menacing growl had the Irish quickly flip her wand: a white flash directly against the Death Eater, who flew back a few steps, hitting another tree. There was blood on his hand, little drops falling on the ground – Aisling realized she was bleeding too. But it was not enough to stop him: he pushed himself again to stand up, carefully balancing his steps. «I will end this. Right now.» Suddenly, the air felt hotter: Arktos weakly growled, heels digging more and more into the ground, ready. Little sparks circled the tip of Henry’s wand, visible in the darkness that was now falling in the forest. «FIENDFYRE!» and the gush of burning hot air became a violent, deadly flow of flames, taking the form of a python, hissing and shrieking, crawling in midair as she forest seemed to light up with fire. The guardian blasted against the spell what seemed much like a storm: the strength of the natural elements almost took Aisling’s breath, she covered her eyes with her forearm and crawled back. As ice and fire were engulfed in the wind, rotating, and a deafening whistle permeated the once silent wood. The guardian lifted both his arms, pushing the fire back against Henry. Aisling fell back at the impact, she tried to crawl away, the smell of smoke filled her nose and lungs, coughing fits that felt like burning her throat – Aleksia stretched out her arm to reach for Aisling. (So briefly they could entwine their fingers – another blast of noise forcing both of them to look up.) The fire had been engulfed by thick and heavy clouds full of snow and crystal, smoke and fog would fill the area around them: the crackings on the guardian thick surface were now carved deeper and deeper, a low wail rumbled in his cold chest as an arm fell to the ground, and soon disappeared in a myriad of ice crystals and snowflakes. A furious hiss: the fire was extinguished, with one final blast that sent Henry back of a few steps. Arktos fell to his knees, grunting: on his back too cracks were quickly spreading and expanding, snow crystals gently floated in the air, vapor circled him. And then he as well disappeared – bright crystals flew over their heads, sparkling, and cascaded back on them, like rain. Aleksia looked down at her wrist to see the bright blue light extinguish.

«Weak.» Henry's low voice reverberated in Aisling’s head, Aleksia winced as she forced herself on her knees, hands desperately pushing on the nearby trunk: the Irish woman quickly had her arm circling Aleksia’s waist, trying to support her. They glanced back at him.

«NO!» Aleksia screamed -Aisling screamed- as the Death Eater stepped closer, visibly injured, his left hand clutching his bleeding arm. A jagged, white jet of light cut the air: the wand flew from his grasp – Aisling, who was still crouched protectively over Aleksia, now pushed herself towards the Death Eater, to reach for his wand – ivies and roses slithered and enveloped the wand, shooting back at Aisling. Just a hand she had to lift, and on her command roots would emerge like snakes once again from the ground, yanking forcibly at his knees and arms.

As it began, so it ended. Her eyes wandered on his features. «You cannot stop us!» There was something satisfying on those red cheeks, on the scratches that were now gracing his skin, on the bluish and purple shade of his bruises and the red of his blood, on the leaves and dirt among his blonde hair, on his pained yet growling voice – the anger in his eyes fueled her, and that agony that made him clench his fist on the thorn, trying to push it away from the dangerous tangle on his throat. (His pained groans sounded like the sweetest melody.) «She will follow our steps. She will come to us. Among the ranks of the Dark Lord. She will continue the Aries line. that’s all that she is good for anyways» She stilled, her eyes seem burning into his soul, piercing in his mind as his thoughts hit her violently. «You touch her again. And Iomhar Ragnar Baskerville will be an angel compared to me. » There - her hand was there, grabbing furiously his collar, yanking him near her. «I should let these plants strangle you. You would not be a bother anym-» «Aisling!» Another voice broke her stream of thoughts, once again – intrusive, but not unwelcome. «Aleksia. He-…» «Aisling.» It was way warmer and kinder. Brown eyes looked into her green eyes, giving her a knowing look. She wasn’t like him. She was better. She left her vicious grip all of a sudden – Henry’s body jerked back from her. «They must be truly desperate, if they need someone like you.» She mercilessly spat as she stepped back from him. «Go. You pureblood brat. Out of my sight.» His glare promised only revenge as he Disapparated out of sight.

What remained of the wand, scratched and entwined with a rotten ivy which did not survive the battle – Aisling threw the useless stick in front of Aleksia. «This. This is for you.» The Irish girl fell on her knees, hit the ground with the cracking sound of little branches and dry leaves, while the other picked the wand – a burst of anger that fear and pain had repressed until then: it made Aleksia furiously grab the wood and break it apart. Then, everything felt lighter. «Sister…» A sigh of relief, the lump in her throat was no more: she softly whimpered as she desperately hugged Aisling, her face against the crook of Aisling’s neck (tears, so many tears unshed until then were now streaking her reddened cheeks) – the Irish girl gently returned the embrace, forcing herself to hold her not too tightly. Tenderly rocking her in her arms, hoping to calm her down– trying to calm herself, more like it. «I’m here, sister, I’m here.» (“Breathe in, breathe out.”) Something pinched her hair, pulling gently – a soft snort against her ear: Aisling instantly flinched. Right next to her, Swiftwing, with white head that transitioned to soft brown gold feathers ruffled, and he impatiently clattered and pawed, huffing and shaking his head in distress. With his beak, he gently nudged at Aleksia, a weak chuckle finally escaping her lips. (Aisling’s heart slowed to a normal rhythm). «We… we must get you away from here.»

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