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ghosthan · 4 years ago

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hello!! i saw that you made a lot of stuff for 1872 and i was wondering if 1872 tony is similar to regular comics tony?? i know mcu and comics tony are different and i want to get into 616, but if 1872 comics are more easy to read i might try those first! 😅

Hello, hello!

Thank you for asking, and sorry it took me so long to get back to you! I wanted to think about it and put together a thoughtful response because I am desperately trying to convert MCU fans to 1872. Or comics fans who just haven’t gotten into 1872.

This post will contain some 1872 spoilers, but not the Big Spoiler that you probably already know about anyways.

Anyways, let’s get into it. Yeehaw.

What is 1872? It’s Steve/Tony in the wild west.

1872 comics are very easy to read, very short, and you need absolutely no prior knowledge to get into them; I highly recommend these as a start point for MCU fans who are curious about dipping their toes into some of the other Steve/Tony universes. And 1872 is, indeed, a Steve/Tony universe. It’s really gay, (and dramatic.) Uh. So gay, in fact, that one of the comic artists who drew pages even occasionally shares Steve/Tony shipping memes. So.

Marvel 1872 is a four issue series released as a part of the Secret Wars event; you really do not need to know anything about this to enjoy 1872, because it is a self-contained alternate universe in a “pocket dimension”, meaning it’s totally separate from the 616 cannon but technically exists in the expanse of the multiverse!

Here’s the summary:

In the Battleworld zone of 1872, Sheriff Steve Rogers faces corruption and fear in the boom town of Timely. Can Anthony Stark pull Rogers' fat from the fire? Probably not, since the only thing he seems capable of pulling is a cork from a bottle. Things in Timely are bad, and getting worse — and when a stranger arrives in town, Timely will be changed forever.

Now, to compare “regular comics Tony”, or 616 Tony, with 1872 Tony.

The main difference? 616 Tony wears this sexy little under suit (or nothing) under his armor, like this:

And 1872 Tony wears dirty, stinky one-piece pajamas under his armor (not sexy):

He’s so gross, he’s a mess. I love him. You’ll love him, too.

No, okay. Being serious.

616!Tony’s backstory is a lot more complicated just due to how long the character has existed, and the decades of cannon (much of it self-contradictory at points.) Like MCU Tony, 616 Tony used to manufacture weapons, experiences something life-changing, and becomes who he is as a result of this as a catalyst. 616 Tony’s backstory has been rebooted a few times, and I’m definitely not the definitive source on Iron Man lore compared to people who have read all of his comics, but I’ll try to touch on the basics.

Originally, 616 Tony Stark is shaped by his experience in the Vietnam War. This is later rebooted and changed to war in the middle East (we see this in the MCU when Tony is held captive in Afghanistan.) In both circumstances, he is taken captive after being in the air for war technology, and then he creates the suit to save his own life (losing a beloved mentor in the process, the guilt of which stays with him after.)

Tales of Suspense #39

In 1872, Tony’s formative event is the Civil War in some ways, but in other ways, this is only half of it, because this is not the event which causes him to build armor or set him onto his “become a better person” trajectory, like in the other comics. Mainly, the Civil War functions to cause Tony to stop weapons manufacturing and throw his life away down a bottle.

We get a flashback of Tony in the year 1862 with his female companion, picnicking and about to watch a battle, (rich people from the North did this in real life. If you’re interested, read more here!) We don’t get much of his past, but we discover that he is a rifle manufacturer and that he has created something called the ‘Stark Repeating Rifle’, and it seems that he has done so with the hope of encouraging a cease-fire, more than a slaughter.

Well. We don’t always get what we ask for.

Tony vows to actually never touch a weapon ever again, and this personal oath means so much to him that he gets creative at times during 1872 when he’s being chased by baddies:

Witnessing the extreme bloodshed of the Civil War, and feeling responsible for a huge amount of deaths, Tony turns to drinking, (and presumably moves to the west to escape the Pain of his Past, but this is not shown explicitly on panel; I have assumed, though, that Tony’s weapons manufacturing company was in the East, probably Boston or New York, since he comes from family money and because the American West was still “young” at this point in time so it would be unlikely that an established business would be supplying a war from lawless territory with little infrastructure.)

In 616, it’s worth noting that Tony builds the armor to save himself from danger in a war scenario; this is not the case in 1872, things unfold a bit differently. The Civil War certainly sets in motion the chain of events that eventually lead to the creation of Tony’s armor, but he’s not in physical danger or physically traumatized by the war in this verse as he is in other verses, and 616 Tony seems to have a stronger sense of duty than 1872 Tony, but this might be a complication of the depression/apathy related to the alcoholism.

What I mean by this is that both iterations of Tony struggle with alcoholism, but differently. Mainly, while 616 Tony has several alcohol themed arcs, and hits rock bottom with his alcoholism to cope with his trauma, he is sober more than he is drunk in the comics. His drinking almost kills him, and he almost loses everything because of the drink. It’s a source of enormous shame for him.

In fact, during this time in 616, I think Tony at his lowest reminds me a lot of 1872 Tony; 616 Tony is not an apathetic person and he holds himself accountable for an obscene amount of responsibility, but during what is referred to in fandom as The Second Drinking Arc, Tony basically gives up. This is the most “like” 1872 Tony, at least at the start of his arc. Rhodey takes over the mantle of Iron Man, and 616 Tony spirals, not caring whether he lives or dies, not hero-ing certainly.

We see both versions of Tony express similar sentiments, a certain cavalier attitude about their lives (and outright suicidality at other points) with nothing left but the drink.

Iron Man Vol. 1 #182

Compare with:

And you can certainly see a resemblance between this set of panels from IM v.1 #176 and in 1872:

Iron Man Vol. 1 #176 and Marvel 1872 #1

It’s a little different in 1872, where his drinking really is purely a result of his existing despair, and it doesn’t cause enormous problems for him, (minor problems, sure. He spends a lot of time drunkenly singing to Sheriff Rogers, or bothering him from the inside of a jail cell.) But this Tony lives at rock bottom, whereas 616 Tony only stays at rock bottom long enough to get his life back together (as many times as it takes.)

This Tony really doesn’t show any outward shame about his drinking; presumably, the people he knows in Timely have only ever known Tony as a drunk, and none of the people from his old life are here to see him like this.

This is a Tony who has essentially given up on himself and has moved out West to hide from his shame and his past; this is not a Tony who is scared of letting down his friends by drinking, or scared of shirking his “duty”, because this Tony has moved away from all of his friends and has given himself no duties. He’s a bit more apathetic, but I would argue that this is not because he inherently is a less moral version of Tony, but because in this verse, he was drinking for a very long time and circumstances unfolded differently so it took him a longer time to find that sense of purpose and responsibility (beyond just shutting down manufacturing guns,) which is awakened in him by Steve Rogers.

616 Tony’s sobriety is a major part of his character, and a conscious choice that he makes, even during some lowest points:

Civil War: The Confession

He takes some amount of pride in his sobriety, and when he does fall off the wagon at times (or magic makes everyone think he did,) it absolutely tears him up because 616 Tony cares very, very much about his sobriety and does not like who he is when he’s drinking. We do not know if 1872 Tony’s father had been a drunk or not, but we know 616 Tony’s father was, and that the drink lead to him treating Tony abusively.

Iron Man Vol. 1 #285

Avengers Disassembled #1 (This was when ~magic~ made Tony drunk and it wrecked him breaking sobriety without ever having actually drank. Oof.)

616 Tony’s long struggle with alcoholism is a major part of his character and he has had relapses over the years and throughout the reboots, but in general, he does not drink.

1872 Tony starts drinking in 1862 and doesn’t stop until the last pages of the story, so in terms of the cannon we have for him, he is a current drunk, rather than a former drunk. This isn’t to say he doesn’t stop; but since it’s in the last page or so, it sets the reader up to imagine his sober future, rather than exploring his sobriety as 616 does. (Calling all fanfic writers!)

Anyways, both Tony’s are excellent. Both are damaged and traumatized, both are Iron Man in their own ways, both (eventually) find sobriety, both have some cute, quippy dialogue (though 616 Tony tends to be more reserved/polite for sure, in general).

The last thing I’ll point out, is that both Tonys’ narratives are intertwined with and influenced by their respective Steve Rogers. I’m not saying soulmates but I’m saying soulmates.

Anyways. Sorry this post got super long, and I apologize if any of it is confusing or redundant, I am not functioning at my highest capacity currently. Please read 1872. Let it rock your world. Create & consume the fanworks, I would love to see a boom of 1872 content (more than the fics and art I keep making!) And my ask-box is always open!

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not-poignant · 4 years ago

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1/2 I've had a discussion about commissioned fanart/fanfic with a friend lately, and we disagree. For me, it goes against everything I know ff to stand for to get compensation for it (though freely donated ko-fi by readers, that I can get by). But my friend asked, how ff is different from fanart? "Fanartist strive on ko-fi, patreon, etc, they regularly sell fanmerch... it's a discrimination against ff writers if they are not allowed to get the same support fanartists get".

And I get where she's coming from... but I still think FF are different, and I can't articulate why. =/ I know you feel similarly, your patreon is always strictly for your original creations. I'm wondering what your thoughts are about this? *Why* is fanart different? *If* it is. (Btw, you don't need to reply, I just figured I ask because you always seem to have such insightful comments and opinions. But anyway, have a great day!!)

Hi anon!

I apologise because I doubt I’m going to have a very clear answer to this. So I’m just going to highlight my wishy washy thoughts because that’s all I have.

* Firstly, I think there is a huge double standard for anyone who thinks it’s fine to accept money for fanart but not for fanfiction. Both are transformative works that take a lot of time and effort to make. Period.

There is a reason for the bias that I’ve observed. And that’s because most professional authors, creators, directors and scriptwriters have - for decades - been pro-fanart and anti-fanfiction, and some of that has trickled down into attitudes in fandom. Even today, pro-fic scriptwriters will say ‘oh I love the idea of fanfiction but legally I can’t read any’ while repeatedly reblogging or retweeting or sharing or even reposting fanart with delight. And that’s the ones who are pro-fic.

But over the decades, there have been plenty of famous authors and properties in particular, who were pro-fanart (though not pro ‘profiting off fanart’), but anti-fanfiction. Anne Rice and Robin Hobb come immediately to mind. Some of these people even commissioned fanart themselves, while taking fanfiction authors to court. The double standard there is huge. If you’re posting fanart on your page but hating on fanfiction authors as a professional, you probably need to examine your biases.

* Secondly, personally, I think it’s unethical for me to accept money for my fanfiction OR fanart. I have no double standard, they are both the same to me.

* Fanartists literally making entire livings off their fanart makes me uncomfortable. Particularly when they’re making more money than the original creator or the original property. I have less of an issue when it’s like, Marvel or Disney, but then, those huge organisations can afford lawyers and send C&Ds (Cease & Desists) and are powerful enough to shut down and destroy accounts (and sadly, artists). But in the case of smaller fandoms, unfortunately it means you can end up with scenarios where some fanartists are making much more than the creators who created the property in the first place. Imho, I don’t like that. But that’s a nuanced, complicated issue for which there are no easy rules.

There are definitely increasingly ways people can profit off fanfiction and do. I think it is immensely hypocritical for anyone who financially supports fanartists to then draw a dubious/mythical line in the sand re: saying fanfiction authors making a profit is wrong. I’m sorry anon, but it’s an attitude that’s literally ‘They can do it but you can’t lmao I have no reason sorry but I guess you don’t deserve to pay your bills for your fanworks but these people do because of their fanworks have a nice day.’

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Sometimes I wish I really did feel better about making money off fanfiction. I think I’d be making more money if I did. But I just don’t feel okay about it, personally, in myself. I don’t expect anyone else to hold themselves to the same standard, a person’s gotta eat. I’m just lucky I can eat because of Fae Tales.

Fanfiction authors are definitely finding more and more ways to make money off their fiction, usually via Ko-Fi tips, or even just placing fanfic on Wattpad and getting money via that. Even through Patreon (though if they get reported, their account will be closed down and suspended). But the struggle is real. Meanwhile the big name fanartists get huge booths at all the conventions and are treated like celebrities making profits off of fanart, and are more likely to get professional offers re: jobs, including fanart in their portfolio. Try doing the same thing as a professional author. You’ll be treated as a joke.

Yes, the double standard is fucking annoying, and it’s also just crap. There’s probably a reason most people can’t think of a good reason why one group should get paid but not the other, for both doing literally the exact same thing in different creative forms. And that reason is ‘because there is no good reason.’

If fanartists can make a profit so boldly and wildly off of other creative properties, then fanfiction authors should be able to as well, without fear of criticism that’s directed specifically at them but not fanartists. That’s just...internalising the hate that professional creators put out into the world, and that hate came from a fear of their works being stolen by writers, but not by artists. There might be a secondary fear around it hurting fandom, but that’s something that most people don’t really talk about, and it’s not like anyone brings it up re: fanartists selling prints.

Imho, for me personally it’s complicated. I follow a set of rules for myself that I created over twenty years ago, and I don’t know if I’d have the same rules if I was only just starting out in fanfiction now.

But also I’m just grateful that my fanfiction is just always free, and I can do whatever I want without ever having to worry about the bottom line, or income. That’s very freeing for me on a literal level, and it means I can relax. I would lose that if I was making a profit off of it.

But yeah otherwise, in a world where fanartists get to make wild profits off of what they’re doing? It’s frankly just straight up unfair if fanfiction writers can’t. It’s a double standard that hurts people.

#asks and answers #pia on fandom #sometimes it's actually really hard seeing fanartists selling prints #knowing that they're going to make money #and knowing that i can't make money #off of my own fanfiction #like okay i *could*#but then i'd have to deal with people being like 'oooOOOoooo that's so wRONG'#while never saying it to the fanartist lmao #like i gotta say #living that double standard sucks. it's not like it's tempting to start making money off my fanfiction #with the current *general* shitty atittudes of fandom #so while i'm happy with my decision #i'm not happy with how fandom is on this issue overall #it's an unexamined double standard that means some people can afford more and others can't #and it creates financial inequality within fandom #Anonymous

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dreamingofscully · 4 years ago

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6x18. “Milagro” - X-Files Rewatch

Lots of analysis below. So much to unpack with this episode. An EXTREMELY significant episode for Scully related to her feelings about and relationship with Mulder. This analysis goes into more depth in general, rather than a stream-of-consciousness observational post like my others tend to be.

Also, fanfic! I have a post-ep that I’d love y’all to check out that I wrote a while back in attempt to explain what happened with Scully in-between Milagro and The Unnatural.

Bated Breath (AO3), rated G, 2198 words M/S UST, Post-episode (Milagro) Mulder drives Scully home from the hospital.

Onwards for analysis and speculation.

The soundtrack for this episode is amazing. Love the beating heart that Mark Snow incorporated.

At the beginning, the symbolism of Padgett removing his own heart. It reflects the emptiness of his heart, his incapability of having love, but the burning passion he believes he is capable of, with which he pursues Scully.

At Padgett’s stare, Scully is creeped out, but she is also curious. That someone would look at her so boldly and with such obvious lust, when she’s tried to think of herself as separate from such things for so long.

Padgett wills things to happen, using his writing as a tool, a FOCUS, to channel his powers. He manifests things - the psychic surgeon (representing Padgett’s dark side), the lightbulbs not working, etcetera. He uses his creepy stalker insight to profile how people will act, then writes about it, but he can’t alter emotions, only manifest what is already there. (If he could make people think and do whatever he wanted, he wouldn’t have given up so easily when he recognized Scully’s love for Mulder.)

Mulder and Scully sitting close on his couch.

Padgett suggests that Scully sticks to science and facts because otherwise she’d be viewed as weak and soft. Perhaps this is partly true for other people, but NOT for Mulder. Padgett doesn’t know her history, what she’s afraid of, the real reason she’s kept herself from believing for so long. However, Scully IS influenced by Padgett here - she stands up for herself (makes herself tough instead of soft) when Mulder makes her schedule for her and goes off to do her own investigation.

The burning heart tale that Padgett tells Scully: “Christ came to Margaret Mary his heart so inflamed with love that it was no longer able to contain its burning flames of charity. Margaret Mary... so filled with divine love herself, asked the Lord to take her heart... and so he did placing it alongside his until it burned with the flames of his passion. Then he restored it to Margaret Mary sealing her wound with the touch of his blessed hand.”

He wants to reenact this story with her, not realizing that her heart already belongs to another.

As Padgett tells Scully intimate details of her life it makes her incredibly uncomfortable. She’s an intensely private person, only lets in a few people. But here is some stranger who seems to KNOW her. How did she not know she was being watched? What other things does he know? It would bother her from a professional point of view as well as a personal one.

That someone thinks of her this way - a purely physical attraction rather than something cerebral and mutually respectful like she has with Mulder - it unsettles her. But his influence makes her more aware of her desires, the feelings she’s walled away for so long and hasn’t let herself acknowledge.

The conversation between Mulder and Scully in the autopsy bay is very interesting. Scully is VERY OPEN about what just happened between her and Padgett, something that is pretty unusual for her. She admits to being frightened, she tells him that this creepy guy knows “too much information and intimate detail”, and then openly challenges Mulder to do something about it. Scully KNOWS what Mulder will do.

Mulder’s uncomfortable almost-smile when she tells him. How fucking real is that. I don’t know about you guys but I find myself smiling at the most inappropriate circumstances, so this hits home for me. (Thank you DD.)

Mulder and Padgett try to intimidate each other in the elevator. Don’t fucking mess with Scully! Mulder’s brooding walk down the hallway. 🔥 🔥 🔥

The love scene. Padgett writes what he wants to be true. He can influence the thoughts of others but cannot control them like Modell - only an encouragement in a particular direction, a manifestation of emotions already present. Scully’s disgust and fear is tempered by her curiosity of the strange and mysterious neighbour, which is why she ends up at his apartment. Padgett misinterprets her intellectual interest as romantic in nature.

“Loneliness is a choice.”

The implication: she can choose, at any time, to NOT be lonely. That she knows she’s lonely. What’s holding her back? This season was SHIT for Mulder and Scully’s relationship, but an undercurrent for her throughout the years she’s been his partner - fear. She’s scared to take that last step, to have him know all of her. For fear of death, of losing him. Being alone is safe.

Padgett talking to her like she’s an object, something to serve his writing rather than someone with a CHOICE. Another thing that reveals the emptiness of his heart.

The fantasy that Padgett has about Scully is meant to happen after she enters his apartment. The mugs in the fantasy are the same ones they drink coffee from, and in the fantasy they are still steaming hot. The lamp doesn’t light because it is off in the dream (another example of his ability to affect the physical but not the emotional).

I love the symbolism of Scully looking out the window in Padgett’s bedroom. She’d see something similar out of Mulder’s apartment, just slightly different. But enough to make a difference. She feels desire, she has love in her heart, but only for Mulder. Padgett can never be a replacement, no matter how many words he writes.

Padgett believes they are headed to the bed, to the love scene he described in his writing. I don’t think it would happen even if Mulder hadn’t interrupted them. Regardless, Mulder is a wild card - he didn’t account for him to burst through the door, didn’t write about him, so Mulder can act independently, outside of the story.

Mulder’s jealousy at seeing Scully there with Padgett. He’s tense, tearing through his pages, heedless of the destruction he’s causing, handles Padgett roughly. Mulder manifests his frustration as aggression, and this time it’s extremely personal. From now on the interactions that Mulder has with Padgett are filled with tension. You can see that Mulder just wants to fucking MESS with this guy. Part jealousy, part protectiveness.

Padgett’s assertion that the characters choose the writers. Does he believe that Scully chose him? That the psychic surgeon isn’t merely a manifestation of the evil and emptiness in his own heart?

In the jail cell, Mulder moves forward to intimidate Padgett but Scully’s touch instantly pulls him back. This is Padgett’s first glimpse at the connection between Scully and Mulder. Up until now he’s only been observing Scully by herself, and listening to them talk in Mulder’s apartment. Now, though, he realizes in their FIRST INTERACTION in front of him, that she is in love with him. All the things that he’s seen regarding Scully’s interest in him have been misinterpretations.

Mulder confronts Scully in the hallway about her part in the book. Just a note that Padgett watches their interaction here as well, confirming his initial thoughts about Scully’s love for Mulder. I think he’d also realize Mulder loves her back, but in Padgett’s mind, who wouldn’t?

“You know you're in here, don't you?” - Mulder “I read a chapter. What does he say?” - Scully “Well, let's just say it ends with you doing the naked pretzel with "the stranger" on a bed in an unfurnished fourth floor apartment. (pause) I'm assuming that's a priori, too?” - Mulder “I think you know me better than that, Mulder.” - Scully

Mulder’s look while biting his bottom lip. Scully’s licking her lips here, too. Hnnng. 🔥 🔥 🔥

After realizing Scully can’t love him, Padgett writes this: “Grief squeezed at her eggshell heart like it might break into a thousand pieces its contents running like broken promises into the hollow places his love used to fill.”

A parallel to how Padgett is feeling himself. Or “thinks” its how he should feel, if he had a heart.

Mulder and Scully standing close at the graveyard. Scully touches his back when getting him to back off from the suspect.

Their argument - taking opposite sides.

Scully is compelled to feel less negative about Padgett, and doesn’t feel he is capable of murder, he’s just strange and mysterious. Also, she wants to believe that it’s just an innocent attraction. (Please PLEASE let someone normal be attracted to her for once!)

AGENT SCULLY IS ALREADY IN LOVE. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Padgett is looking DIRECTLY at Mulder when he says this. Afterwards, Mulder takes a quick look at Scully, who has a very vulnerable expression on her face and does NOT look at him.

Padgett’s statement makes Scully’s feelings REAL - they are something that EXISTS in the world. She can no longer deny it, push it away. Also, the fact that Mulder is RIGHT THERE, that he KNOWS, too.

Things can’t go back to normal, especially after the ending of the episode. I don’t think Scully wants them to. I think she chooses not to be lonely.

Padgett starts writing and talking to Naciamento/his dark self. His subconscious knows what story needs to be told. He needs to steal Scully’s heart to place it next to his, to have her in death if he can’t have her in life. This is the ending that only makes sense for this story - he wrote it to have her fall in love with him, for them to be together, but now it’s impossible.

Padgett’s comment that Scully has been “trying to get his attention”. Through her interest in Padgett? This is possibly a misinterpretation, but it also might be something she’d do, though subconsciously. In my headcanon, Scully’s been trying to get Mulder’s attention for fucking YEARS, so perhaps he is correct. She wants Mulder to see her as someone with needs and desires, not just his partner.

They sit closely on Mulder’s couch for the surveillance.

The difference between Scully on Padgett’s bed, and Scully on Mulder’s couch (bed). At Padgett’s, she’s sitting up straight, very uncomfortable, like she could leap up and aim her gun at his head if he tried anything strange. At Mulder’s side, she falls asleep because she’s so trusting and comfortable with him.

Padgett wants to prove he can love, so he uses whatever power he possesses to sacrifice himself and heal Scully. From the burning heart story: “he restored it to Margaret Mary sealing her wound with the touch of his blessed hand.”

Destroying the book and thus destroying his dark self isn’t enough. Scully is already hurt, bleeding everywhere. He also needs to heal Scully, and does this through his sacrifice. This is the reason I believe that Padgett’s powers come through himself, he doesn’t really need his typewriter or even a physical copy of his stories to manifest them, he just uses them as a crutch. Perhaps it was how he developed his powers - his insight into human nature through his writing.

When Mulder hears the gunshots, he rushes back to Scully. It’s interesting to think that Mulder nearly cost Scully her life. Her bullets may not have killed Naciamento, but they summoned Mulder, enabling Padgett to burn the book, sacrifice himself and thus save Scully. In essence, she saved herself despite Mulder’s innocent interference.

“A chance to give what he could not receive.”

Instead of killing her, Padgett decides to give her the gift of life and love. He knows she loves another, that her heart is full of love unlike his own empty heart.

Scully’s breakdown.

She was about to die. It was the closest she’s come and in the most horrifying manner. Death is her greatest fear.

Being faced with something obviously supernatural (shooting Naciamento to no effect, being wounded then miraculously healed) would also make her confused and vulnerable - not being able to explain what happened and put it in a box.

The emotions she’s been trying desperately to repress have been brought to the surface this entire episode.

More speculation/final thoughts:

This season has dealt with Scully’s fears quite a bit, but mostly with her inability to accept paranormal/unexplainable phenomena. She also holds another fear - death. And it’s consequence? She’s afraid to let people in, let them close. After her remission, she tried to take the chance - to let Mulder closer, to give her heart to Emily. When she’s burned by taking these chances, she buries her feelings again. She’s too scared to take another chance, and the tension between them lately has not been conducive to any sort of positive change in their relationship. The emotions brought to the surface in this episode come bursting forth at the end. Scully doesn’t try to hide them. She lets Mulder see her whole heart, her whole self - fears and all.

Through sharing her entire self with him, Scully’s changed. She can’t go back to pretending and hiding. Her fear about dying, about getting too close, doesn’t matter. I think that Scully’s lightness in the preceding episode (“The Unnatural”) shows how far she’s come.

She reveals her vulnerabilities to Mulder, her softness; his embrace of her as she lets her walls down is cathartic and freeing. Scully knows what she wants, and now her love is “out there”, a tangible thing that they are BOTH aware of. No more second-guessing, misinterpretations.

Later in season 7 (“all things”), when Scully has her breakthrough about her beliefs, she has a similar cathartic experience (her vision in the Buddhist temple). In this episode, her breakthrough is emotional and related to her feelings about Mulder instead of intellectual/spiritual and deeply personal.

I think this episode is where I diverge from much of the fandom in terms of its significance to the MSR and Scully. I don’t think they can go back from this (along with things that happen with Mulder in the next episode). I’ll talk about a few more things in my “The Unnatural” post. If you disagree, that’s fine, but… I just love the idea of them having more time together, and I like the way my theory works! <3

If you want to know more about what I think happened after this episode, I’d love it if you’d read my fic “Bated Breath”. I feel that it expresses my thoughts pretty well about what I thought Scully went through, and where Mulder was as well.

#xfiles #x-files #x-files rewatch #x files rewatch #msr #msrheadcanon #mulder and scully #fox mulder #dana scully #top 10 episodes #season 6 #MEGA ANALYSIS

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kaoru-takaida · 3 years ago

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MHA Collab Fanfic

CHAPTER 2. Hero

"Begin!"

Kaoru pounces forward on all fours. Midoriya immediately jumps back, trying to put some distance between him and Kaoru. Bakugou takes the opportunity to use his explosions to launch himself at the fox girl. Kaoru spins once in the air, changing the angle of their body. They hop off of Bakugou's left shoulder, springing off with the same motion of a wild fox. Bakugou scoffs, clearly irritated

Midoriya forms a fist. Kaoru sees this, and with one swipe of their hand, sends a small wave of flames at Midoriya. He dodges out of the way, only to be met with multiple little fire balls being sent his way as Kaoru flicks their fingers at him. They skid, landing on their feet. Bakugou lurches forward at Kaoru, fist extended. But Kaoru springs away. With how fast Kaoru is moving, Kacchan can't get a good hit in. Midoriya observes as Bakugou explodes the ground where Kaoru once was. Midoriya looks for an opening, but is stopped as Kaoru kicks the air, sending another small wave of fire his way. Midoriya dodges the flames. The fire they're throwing my way is keeping me at bay, preventing me from getting an opening fast enough to throw a punch.

The class watches in awe as Bakugou and Midoriya try to get close and attack the fox girl. The two boys stop a moment to catch their breath. What is this Quirk? The super speed itself is enough to keep up with speed types like Iida, or Gran Torino. But somehow in this power the fire is formed and used. Midoriya thinks. He scowls again. Do they have multiple Quirks? No. That'd be impossible.

Kaoru grins at them. "Come on, Deku, Kacchan." They point at themselves with their thumb at their chest. "How about I let you in on what my Quirk is? Seems only fair." Bakugou and Deku both choke in surprise. Kaoru tilts their head. "Although… I think Bakugou might have an idea?"

"Huh?" Midoriya looks up at Bakugou.

Bakugou scoffs, before putting a hand of reasoning out. "I'm taking a wild guess here. But judging by the fight with Kirishima, and the little bit we fought you, I'd say you can create flames from how much you move."

Kaoru puts a hand to their chin. "Hm? And what gives you that idea?" Bakugou gives them a glower.

"When you fought Kirishima. Everytime you jumped off of the building wall or the ground, you touched it with your left hand." He points at them. "That was the one you used to launch that attack on the building. And then your attacks at Deku just now." He crosses his arms. "The little fire balls were weak because you were flicking your fingers. And the kick move you used was from when you landed and slid across the ground."

The rest of the class is speechless. Kaoru places both hands on their hips. "Wow. You got it right!" They say. "Most of it anyway."

Kaminari looks over at Bakugou. "He was able to figure it out just in the little time he saw them fight?"

Jirou shrugs. "It's easy to forget just how smart Bakugou really is." She tells Kaminari.

Kaoru lifts a fist up slightly. "My Quirk is something I call Fox Fire." They point upward like a teacher giving a lecture. "To explain it fully, I can convert Kinetic energy into Thermal Energy by storing it, amplifying it, and then releasing it at will as flames." Kaoru rubs their hands together. "Here's a science lesson for you, friction is the opposing force of Kinetic energy. When friction stops Kinetic energy, it can cause thermal energy. There is an instance before your foot touches the ground where Kinetic energy is released. My Quirk allows me to use this principle to store the Kinetic energy and amplify it before I apply an opposing friction to create the thermal energy needed to make flames." They stop rubbing their hands together. They pull their hands apart, and a small puff of flame is seen. It fizzles out as they place their hands on their hips again. "In shorter terms, yes. I can make flames from moving."

Midoriya puts a hand to his chin. "I see…" He says. "The Quirk itself is complex in nature. And the fact they can amplify the amount they store is definitely intriguing." He begins to mutter. "I wonder how this could be applied in the field. Imagine in an urban environment being able to have an absurd amount of energy. And the different ways it could be applied just in regular everyday uses makes it a very versatile Quirk-."

"Stop your muttering, Deku!" Bakugou shouts. Deku snaps out of it. Bakugou growls at Kaoru. "There's no way I'm gonna lose to such a stupidly complicated Quirk." Bakugou pulls his hand back behind him before using his Quirk to blast off. He launches himself at Kaoru.

Kaoru dodges again, but this time, it's Midoriya that bolts forward at them. Kaoru puts their arms up to shield themself. Midoriya releases a punch at them. Detroit Smash! Kaoru takes the hit, flying through the air backward. Bakugou snags the fox girl by the arm and smashes an explosive punch at them. "Die!" They block with their right arm. Bakugou jumps into the air and swings Kaoru around using his blast for momentum.

"X-Catapult!" He releases Kaoru expecting them to slam into the ground. But in the seconds between moments, Bakugou sees them snap their fingers on their right hand, pointing directly at him. The look in their eyes was different than he'd seen in them. This look was the look he had in battle. The look of someone who will do whatever they need to to win. A huge burst of fire explodes from their fingers at him. He gasps in surprise.

"Kacchan!" Midoriya tackles Bakugou to the side, pulling him from the path of the blaze. They both fall to the ground as the fire sizzles away and Kaoru skids across the ground. When Kaoru looks up, Midoriya is getting to his feet. "Kacchan, are you hurt?" He offers Bakugou his hand to help him up.

Bakugou swats Midoriya's hand away. "Leave me the hell alone, you idiot!" Kaoru flinches at Bakugou's sudden outburst. Their ears perk up in alert. "I don't even get why you felt the need to challenge the fox with me! Couldn't you just wait your damn turn or keep your mouth shut?!"

"Kacchan…" Midoriya begins.

Bakugou got to his feet. "I could have taken them by myself!" He shouts. "I would have been fine!"

Bakugou… Kaoru thinks, looking concerned. I made a mistake…

"I know you could. But I just-." Midoriya stammers.

"Think I'm weak or something? Like I needed help from a loser like you!" Bakugou snaps, temper flaring.

"That's not why I asked!"

"Like hell it isn't! If you think you're hot shit, why don't we just find out here and now?!" Bakugou hisses. Kaoru gasps and springs forward. Just as they do, Bakugou takes a swipe at Midoriya, shocking everyone. Midoriya tenses, bracing himself, eyes clenched and arms over his head. Aizawa goes to activate his Quirk, pulling his binding scarf back. But he's a second too late. An explosion sounds out and then a deafening silence. Aizawa snaps the scarf around Bakugou, pinning his arms to his side. He yanks it back, pulling Bakugou back and off his feet onto his haunches and to the ground. The class stares in shock as the smoke clears. Midoriya opens his eyes and chokes in surprise at the sight.

Kaoru stands there, arms spread, having taken the explosion head on. The impact of the blast was enough to knock their clip from their hair, undoing it. It falls over their face, shadowing their eyes. Their nose is bleeding along with the side of their mouth where the lip had split on the bottom. The class is mortified, and even Bakugou is stunned at this.

Kaoru begins to fall backwards. Midoriya grabs onto them, catching them under the arms. "Kaoru!" A streak of blood drips from a gash on the left side of their head.

Bakugou scowls. "You idiot! Why'd you jump in the way?!"

Kaoru opened the one eye that hadn't taken the blast and looked over at Bakugou. "I'm sorry. My body just moved… Without thinking… " Bakugou chokes now, suddenly remembering when Deku had rushed to save him, when he'd been taken captive by the sludge villain a few months ago. He scoffs and looks away.

Aizawa yanks Bakugou to his feet, pulling him closer by the scarf. "You were out of line, Bakugou!" Aizawa hisses. "Normally, I'm pretty forgiving with your antics, but given you were to be on your best behavior for the new student, I have no choice but to punish you."

Kaoru quickly saunters to their feet. They go over to the two of them and gently pull Bakugou away from their teacher. "Mr. Aizawa, please don't punish Bakugou." They plead.

Aizawa cocks an eyebrow. "What?"

Kaoru pushes Bakugou back a little more, separating them. They place a hand on their chest. "I was the one who agreed to the two on one battle. Even though I knew it would upset Bakugou." They look over their shoulder at him, an apologetic look on their face. "I'm truly sorry, Bakugou. I was hasty in trying to show off my Quirk, I didn't take your feelings into account." The class, still perplexed at what unfolded, can feel their sincerity. The way they had apologized with genuine respect made even Bakugou surprised, his jaw dropped in awe.

Aizawa rubs the back of his neck, not entirely sure what to do. Aizawa lets out a slow sigh. He eases the tightness of the scarf. "Fine. Since Takaida asked, I won't punish you, Bakugou." Bakugou scoffs looking at the ground. Aizawa pulls the scarf a bit so that Bakugou takes a step toward Kaoru, before he releases him, pulling the scarf off and away. "Take them to the infirmary. Make sure they get taken care of."

Bakugou exhales a rough breath. "Fine. Whatever." Kaoru sighs a sigh of relief as Aizawa turns to the class.

"Alright, class. I know it ended on a sour note, but that's all for today. You're free to use this time for exercise if you want till the end of class." He tells them, walking towards them.

Kaoru grimaces and sways a bit, holding their head, hissing in pain. They sway a bit too much because they almost fall over. Bakugou takes them by the arm, catching them. "Hey, are you dizzy?" Midoriya watches the two as Kaoru gives Bakugou an embarrassed smile.

"Yeah." They say, leaning forward a little. "I stood up too quickly before. My head is killing me." Bakugou slips off his grenade gauntlets, and sets them on the ground. He then scoops up Kaoru into his arms. Kaoru gives him a shocked wide eyed look. "Kacchan… You don't have to carry me." They tell him, stammering.

"Don't tell me what to do." Bakugou says. He scowls. "And stop calling me Kacchan!" Kaoru smiles smugly as he begins to carry them away.

"Aw." They begin. "Nah. I don't think I will. It suits you." Kaoru teases.

"The hell does that mean?!"

Midoriya smiles as Bakugou leaves, still shouting. He puts a hand on his chin. Kaoru has the skill. But I wonder if they've been active only a short time? Midoriya thinks to himself. While it's obvious they have a pretty unique and powerful Quirk, they didn't really use it in a ton of different ways. Just your turn if the mill swipes and kicks. Midoriya drops his hand to his side, looking down at his fist. And then there's their speed. Kaoru was fast, but not light on their feet. I guess being part fox might have to do with the speed? But speed like that isn't natural. To get to be that fast, it would take years of experience. Like with Iida's Recipro. He clenches his fist. But it's clear that Kaoru doesn't have that experience.

Kaoru fumbles with their duffle bag. "Crap." They say as they accidentally drop a stuffed rabbit. It bounces slightly on the dirt. Kaoru readjusts the strap on their duffle to bend down and grab the rabbit. A hand reaches down and grabs it before they could get a chance. Kaoru looks up. It's Kirishima. "I saw you drop this. Here ya go." He tells them. Kaoru smiles and takes the stuffed bunny from him. "Your rabbit is adorable."

"Thanks." Kaoru tells him.

Bakugou walks up behind him. "Aren't you a bit old for stuffed animals?" He asks.

Kaoru grimaces, embarrassment on their face. "You think so?" They ask, looking to the side. They look down at the bunny. "This bunny is the first toy I ever got from my uncle. It's something like a comfort object for me. I guess I never grew out of it."

Kirishima smiles as they pack the stuffed animal in the duffle on their shoulder. He then points at the bandages on Kaoru's face. "I meant to ask if you're okay going on this trip." Kirishima asks. Kaoru looks up at him, giving a small "hm" in response. "Sure you're okay after the big hit you took yesterday?"

Kaoru gives a small smile. "Oh. Yeah. I'm perfectly fine." They answer. "It was a small concussion. I got healed up by Recovery Girl. She said I would be fine, but to avoid being hit in the head for the next few days."

Bakugou tsks and walks over. He grabs the strap of the duffle and slips it off of Kaoru's shoulder. "Give that here." He tells Kaoru. He slips the strap onto his own shoulder.

"Oh, you don't have to do that." Kaoru begins. "It's kinda heavy. I ended up packing a few training weights…"

"Shut up. This is nothing, idiot." Bakugou tells them. "You're weak ass shouldn't strain yourself too much before camp."

Kaoru gives a look of surprise before giving him a small smile. "Thanks." They tell him. His eyes go to the few bandages on Kaoru's face and head. One on the cheek and the other where the head injury had been. He then readjusts his grip on his own bag and walks away.

Kirishima laughs nervously as they both watch him walk toward the tour bus. "He feels bad about hurting you." Kirishima tells Kaoru.

Kaoru tilts their head. "But why? It was my fault." Kirishima sighs, making Kaoru cock an eyebrow at him.

"You really are something special, huh?" He asks. Kaoru isn't sure if it's a compliment or a joke. But they decide not to ask.

When choosing seats, Kaoru decides to sit with Bakugou. Who doesn't seem too jazzed about it at first, but ultimately doesn't argue against it. Kaoru doesn't really start any conversations since it seems Bakugou doesn't want to talk. So Kaoru plays games on their phone while snacking on some chips. They even offer some to Bakugou, holding the bag out to him without a word. Bakugou quietly takes a few, a small "thanks" being uttered.

Kaoru can't stand the awkward silence between the both of them after that. So to break the ice, Kaoru turns to Bakugou. "Do… you have a favorite Pro Hero, Bakugou?" Kaoru asks.

"Huh?" Bakugou asks. At first, Kaoru wonders if they'd brought up a touchy subject. But decides to press on anyway.

"Is there a Hero you really like, or look up to?" Kaoru asks.

Bakugou gives the fox girl a skeptical look. "Why do you wanna know?" He asks, his tone sounding a bit cold. Kaoru grimaces at the tone and starts to fuss with a piece of their hair.

"Ah, well, to be honest I was just curious, is all." They begin. Kaoru gives a nervous smile. "I really like heroes myself. I'm something of a fangirl." They look around the school bus at the other students, a serious look on Kaoru's face now. "Every one of us came to this school in hopes of becoming the greatest heroes ever. And all of us have the potential." Kaoru looks at Bakugou now. "Especially Bakugou." They say, giving him a confident smile. Bakugou gives a slight choke in surprise, being caught off guard at their genuine praise. Kaoru puts a finger to their lips. "Don't tell anyone else this, but I think you'll become one of, if not, the greatest of all heroes."

Bakugou can't help but feel their sincerity. He looks away out the window next to him without a word, looking slightly annoyed. Kaoru looks back at their phone and decides to let the matter go. After a few seconds of silence, Bakugou gives a little growl of annoyance. "All Might." Bakugou says finally. Kaoru's jaw drops a bit, looking over at him, staring out the window, not making eye contact. "My favorite hero is All Might."

Kaoru smiles and gives a giggle. "He's my favorite, too! I can't wait to meet him!" She says in an excited voice. Bakugou grunts, seemingly unamused. But in actuality, a slight blush is over his tough and angry looking face.

A decrepit old hand taps on a desk, the monitor screen before it's holder being the only light in the darkly lit room. "I see…" He says. He taps the desk again, but this time, sliding over a small photo with his index finger. A school photo of a girl in a U.A. uniform. "So you've finally resurfaced." He stares. He smiles a big grin, despite the oxygen mask strapped to his face. "Perfect timing. I've more gifts for you to hold on to for me for my dear Tomura." He chuckles. "My precious armory."

Kaoru looks down at their cellphone as it vibrates, a call incoming. They scowl looking annoyed before hitting "ignore". Kaoru closes the phone and the lock screen shows 30 missed calls, 10 voicemails, and 20 text messages all from the contact listed as "Uncle".

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crystalninjaphoenix · 4 years ago

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Calm & Conversations

A JSE Fanfic

Okay so my schedule for uploading fics may be a bit wonky for the next while. I’m not sure how to fit writing in with my classes this semester, so I’m just improvising as I go. But I’ve got this! It’s really just a bunch of scenes that need to happen before the next story, but it was nice to write again. We check in on Laurens and Schneep (yknow I’m just now realizing how big a deal the non-septic characters are to this story), Marvin tells Chase something important, there’s a flashback with JJ, and Anti is being a plotting dick as usual. Have fun guys dsjdfkdfjk

You can find the other stories under the pw timeline tag!

Laurens knocked on the office door, hearing a soft “come in” in response. She took a deep breath, and pushed the door open, stepping inside. It had been a while since she’d been inside. And now that Dr. Newson had been suspended as director of the hospital, she had to get a read on her replacement. But this wasn’t something she could just avoid, so she stepped inside.

“Ah, Rya, good to see you!” The woman sitting at the desk immediately stood up. “I heard you returned to Silver Hills, but I guess you’ve been too busy for me to see you.”

“Oh, hi Dr. Fells.” Laurens nodded, friendly. “Y-yeah, it’s been a while.”

“It has! And please, call me Becca.” Fells smiled cheerfully. “How have you been? Well, I suppose that’s a superfluous question. Your cast says as much.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s uh...been an ordeal.” Laurens adjusted her sling. “Anyway, I uh...I came in to ask for a day off. Actually, I need it off.”

“Oh, of course.” Fells rummaged around in the desk, pulling out a form and a pen. “You know, you could have filled out a request. We have it online now.”

“I know, but this is important, so I, um, didn’t want to risk it,” Laurens explained. “I have to, uh, testify. In court. On the thirty-first.”

“Oh dear, well then you’ll definitely need the whole day off,” Fells said, filling out the form. “But you should tell your patient, too.”

“Yeah, I was planning on it.” Laurens wasn’t sure how into detail she would go. After all, the court case was all about Newson and her abuse of power, which could be a sensitive topic for Schneep. She’d try to be vague. As that thought crossed her mind, it slowly dawned on her that she was more involved in this case than she’d ever been before. Perhaps that was a bad thing. But she couldn’t leave it now.

“Great.” Fells finished writing, and looked up to smile at Laurens. “If you need anything else, please let me know. I understand that Newson got too involved in your work, and I’d hate to be like that, but I’m here to help!”

“Thanks, Becca.” Laurens coughed awkwardly. “I’ll, uh...see you later. Bye.”

“Goodbye, Rya!”

With that done, Laurens headed down to Schneep’s room, as usual. And as usual, she met Oliver outside, made some small talk, and then went in.

Schneep was laying on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. When Laurens and Oliver walked in, he immediately grabbed the small contact mirror she’d given him yesterday, and checked their reflections in it. Seemingly satisfied, he sat up straight.

“Hi Schneep,” Laurens said, taking a seat. “How are you?”

“Well, I am fine, I suppose.” Schneep shrugged. “Nothing much has changed. Which is a good thing, I think.”

“Yes, I think it is.” She hesitated, then continued on. “So I have good news and bad news.”

Schneep immediately tensed. “Bad news?”

“Do you want that one first?”

“Well, it depends on what it is.”

“It’s not too bad, I think,” Laurens said. “I just won’t be able to have our session on the thirty-first.”

“Oh. Alright.” Schneep exhaled, clearly relieved. “And how far away is that?”

“Six days. You’re okay with this? Or would you rather have someone else substitute for me?”

“Ah, your substitutes never work,” Schneep dismissed. “The last one was an asshole.”

“Newson? Well...yeah,” Laurens admitted.

“Besides, we already talk with each other almost every day. It is fine.” Schneep shrugged. “What is the good news?”

“Ah, right.” Laurens smiled. “Well, we might be able to move you back to your old room! The one with less restrictions. And it’s possible that I may be able to get you any clothing that was confiscated.” She still didn’t understand why Newson did that. Well. actually, she did.

Schneep’s face lit up. “Oh, that would be wonderful! What changed?”

“Well, the new medication seems to be working,” Laurens said. “And you said last time that the techniques I suggested were helping, too. So I think I can convince our new director that you’re not a risk case. Or at least, not as much as your file has you marked as.”

Schneep winced. “I do remember doing some...questionable things when first arriving here.”

“It’s understandable, you were lashing out,” Laurens said reassuringly.

“Still...” Schneep wrapped his arms around himself. “I remember that one orderly who I hurt, and I feel...well, bad, of course, and because of that, I do worry.”

“Theresa has made a full recovery, don’t worry,” Laurens said. “And if you’d like, today we can work on some ways to manage anger and stress.”

“That sounds good, thank you.” Schneep nodded.

“Alright, we’ll start with that.”

——————

“This is weird.” Marvin shifts awkwardly on his seat, leaning onto the side of the hospital bed. “He’s just staring into nothing.”

“Hey, I thought you didn’t like eye contact anyway,” Chase pointed out, a smile pulling at his mouth.

“Well, yeah, but it’s weird when it’s Jack,” Marvin explained.

Marvin hadn’t had a chance to see Jack in a while. Or, actually, he’d just been forgetting to. So Chase had offered to bring him along on a visit, to make sure he did. Marvin had agreed, and now here they were, Chase in one chair at the side of the bed, Marvin in another on the opposite side.

“Is it wrong to say it’s kind of creepy?” Marvin asked reluctantly.

“What? Open eyes?”

“It’s not necessarily the open eyes, so much as it’s that he’s not moving at all other than that,” Marvin said. “I...wasn’t supposed to say that, was I? That was one of those things?”

“No, it’s fine, it makes sense,” Chase reassured him. “I get it.” He grabs one of Jack’s hands. “Y’know, he’s been moving a little bit recently. Sometimes he, like, squeezes your hand. He probably doesn’t mean to, but it’s nice. And it’s progress.”

“Involuntary twitching is progress?” Marvin asked.

“Yeah, cause he couldn’t move at all before.” Chase’s fingers ran across the back of Jack’s hand. He’d always been pale, but after being in the hospital for over a year, he was practically paper white. “I mean, it’s still pretty bad. He’s a seven on that scale I told you about.”

“Fast improvement, though, so that’s good.” Marvin adjusted his position, scooting the chair closer before leaning onto the bed again. “Do you think he can hear us?”

“I dunno,” Chase said, shrugging. “They always say people in comas might hear people, but that could be just a myth. Maybe we should ask someone who’s actually been in a coma and woke up.”

“Someone probably did a Reddit question like that.”

“Oh, for sure.”

They fell silent for a moment. Marvin traced the line on the heart monitor with his eyes. “So...how have the kids been?”

“Pretty good, far as I can tell. They started reception in August, y’know.” Chase laughed a bit. “Y’know, I still think kindergarten is a better term.”

“Ah yes, the child garden.” Marvin chuckled a little as well. “Y’know you didn’t have to enroll them if you didn’t want to. I never went to reception, and I turned out fine.”

“Do they even have reception or kindergarten in Ireland?”

“...not exactly, but that’s besides the point. It’s more about the age, I’m trying to say I didn’t go to school until I was six. Grandmam always said I was too nervous to go.”

“Can’t imagine you being nervous,” Chase muttered. “Well, Sophie and Nick are ready. They can be wild kids, but at their age, who wouldn’t be? They’re still very good listeners. Nick has a good memory, and Sophie can, like, figure out puzzles pretty quickly. They’re fine.” He looked up at Marvin. “What about you? Anything interesting going on in your life?”

“Well, there’s still the case I told you about,” Marvin said.

“Oh yeah, that. Did you tell JJ about the hearing on Halloween?”

“Yeah.” Marvin’s expression fell. “It’s shitty timing, but I can still stop by his flat for birthday stuff after it’s all done. Or he can watch me on TV. Because apparently they’re gonna televise this, you hear that?”

“Whoa, really?” Chase asked, surprised.

“Yeah, apparently Schneep’s case is a big deal.” Marvin ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, we wouldn’t have known that. JJ didn’t know Schneep before, you hate watching the news, and I wasn’t even in the country.”

“We missed everything,” Chase agreed. Part of him still felt bad about that. Maybe it would’ve been reassuring to know Schneep didn’t exactly disappear. Or maybe it would’ve been worse, since by all accounts, it looked like Schneep was actually a serial killer. But Chase pushes aside these thoughts for now. He actually wanted to ask Marvin something, now that the subject came up. “So, uh, are you ready to tell us why you suddenly went to Ireland? If it’s okay?”

Marvin didn’t say anything for a while. He just continued running his fingers through his hair. After much too long, he took a deep breath. “Yeah, fine. I mean, JJ isn’t here, but I can tell him later. Or, actually...maybe it would be better to show you.”

“Show me?” Chase repeated. “What do you mean?”

Marcin sat up straight and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up.

“Whoa, hey, dude! What if someone walks in?!” Chase leaned back.

“Just look.”

Though confused, Chase did so. But that only made him even more confused. “Are those...scars?”

There were three long, raised scars on Marvin’s torso, one on his chest and two on his stomach. Marvin quickly lowered his shirt again. “Yeah.” He folded his arms. “That’s why I left.”

“What?” Chase’s mind spun, working hard to come up with an explanation. “You got attacked or something? Why?”

Marvin took a deep breath, already looking tired. “Okay, so this is gonna be a long story. Y’know the boutique I worked for?”

“Yeah.”

“So I found out that place wasn’t exactly what it seemed.” Marvin hesitated, then blurted it out. “It was actually a front for an underground crime ring.”

Chase’s first impulse was to laugh. He tried to bite it back, but a quiet snrk escaped.

“What? It’s the truth,” Marvin said defensively.

“No, I’m not saying it’s not,” Chase hurried to say. “Not saying you’re lying. It’s just...you said it so straight, and it sounds so absurd.”

“Y’know what sounds absurd? The fact that Schneep and Jackie got kidnapped by a serial killer who turned out to be the brother of a guy we met just a few months later.”

“Fair point.” Chase coughed into his elbow to get rid of any leftover laughter. “Anyway, how do you know that? Or is this just a theory?”

“A gaaaame theory,” Marvin said.

“Dude, c’mon.”

“Sorry, habit.” Marvin paused, gathering his thoughts. “Well, I worked there for a while before I figured it out. I’m guessing that some of the staff was in on it, but not all of them. But things started seeming weird after a while, compared to other jobs I’ve had. Odd hours. Shifty management. And some customers would ask for something very specific that we didn’t actually stock, and when I brought it up to my manager, they always said they’d handle it personally. So I got suspicious, and I started investigating.”

“Marv, you could’ve asked Jackie for help,” Chase said, shaking his head. “He’s literally a private investigator.”

“Okay, yeah, but this was after he disappeared,” Marvin explained.”So I had to do it on my own. Besides, I might not have asked anyway, he’s a bit, uh...” He flapped his hand in the air, looking for the words. “Surprisingly a goody-two-shoes about it. But the point is, I did it myself. And when I snooped into a new shipment we just received, I found a hidden compartment with some guns inside.”

“Oh, jeez.” Chase’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, exactly.” Marvin nodded. “I left quickly, but as luck would have it, I ran into one of the management coming out of the back room. I guess they must’ve figured out what I saw, because a lot of people were acting really weird around me after that.” Marvin exhaled deeply. “And so, when I was walking home one night, this guy ambushed me and stabbed me.”

“Dude, holy shit!” Chase gasped.

“Imagine how I felt!” Marvin shouted. “I got fucking stabbed! I thought I was gonna die in the middle of the fucking street!” He pressed his hand to his chest, right over the scar, as he took control of his breathing. I was so fucking scared, he signed shakily.

“God, Marvin, I’m so sorry,” Chase said softly.

Marvin smiled a bit. Well, thanks. Obviously, I didn’t die, but I’m pretty sure that’s just because of luck. I went into shock for a bit, and the guy stabbing me probably thought I was losing consciousness and left. I was bleeding a lot, I’m not sure how I managed to stand up. But I did, and I walked all the way home.

“Bro, call an ambulance!”

I would’ve, but I thought that if people saw an ambulance in the area they would figure I survived, and try again. So I walked home, used all the bandages from that emergency super-thorough medical kit Schneep gave me, and passed out immediately after that. I woke up the next morning, still all dizzy, and knew I had to leave.

“Oh my god...” Chase could only shake his head. “I’m guessing you didn’t tell us because you didn’t want us involved in this?”

Marvin nodded. “Yeah...I mean, I didn’t even really want to be involved, I just wanted to find out what was happening. Guess I didn’t think that far ahead.”

Chase laughed a bit, but it quickly faded. “So...you’re back now ‘cause you think it’s over?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Marvin shrugged. “I mean, I couldn’t stay with my grandma forever. I’m pretty sure the people who tried to kill me all think I’m dead. But still. I’m a bit nervous about getting another job.”

“Hey, understandable. But I’m sure it’ll be—” Chase gasped.

“What?” Marvin asked, slightly alarmed.

“Nothing, he just—just squeezed my hand.” Chase looked down at Jack. Of course, Jack still wasn’t looking at him. He knew the squeezing probably wasn’t intentional, but he couldn’t help from assigning meaning to it. “Maybe he wants to reassure you.”

“Maybe. Well, thanks, Jack.” Marvin patted Jack’s other hand. “Wonder what you’d think of all of this.”

“Well, we can ask him when he wakes up,” Chase said, putting a cheerful note in his voice. “He’d probably be like ‘what the fuck? Why am I friends with you crazy people?’”

Marvin laughed. “Ah, we love you, Jack. Even JJ likes you, even though you’ve never met. We’ve told him so many good things.”

Chase nodded, falling quiet. Things were insane lately, but at least there was the silver lining of Jack getting better. Hopefully, everything else would also improve with time.

——————

Jameson opened the curtains and peered out his living room window. His eyes scanned the street below, but saw nothing. Still not satisfied, he pulled them shut.

There hadn’t been any sign of that stalker he’d seen a few days ago, but he wasn’t about to take any chances. He’d explained the situation to his boss, Mr. Patterson, and he’d let him take the week off for safety. So JJ had spent all his time in his apartment, reading and playing a lot of Minecraft. He knew this couldn’t last forever. But maybe it could last until his birthday.

Speaking of which...JJ checked his text messages really quick. The most recent exchange was with Marvin, where he explained the whole deal with the court case. It was good that this would be finished, but JJ couldn’t lie, he’d been looking forward to a birthday get-together with Marvin and Chase. Nothing too big, of course, but he was expecting both of them to be there at the same time. Unfortunately, that would now be impossible. The court case was going to last all day, so Marvin was only available in the evening. But then Chase couldn’t be there, since he was doing Halloween things with his kids at that time.

JJ sighed, and closed his messages. Well, even if the two of them came over at different times, they could have some fun. JJ headed over to the kitchen to make some tea, trying to come up with activities they could do together.

He’d never had friends over for a birthday before. Well, when he was a kid he would invite his classmates over a couple times. But not many responded, and even as a kid, he felt like the ones who did were only doing so out of pity for “the weird boy who couldn’t talk right.” Not to mention that a couple foster families wouldn’t actually let anyone come over.

Actually, when was the last time he’d spent his birthday with someone? It must have been a while...

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“No, absolutely not.”

Are you serious?! Jameson signed angrily. It’s just an amusement park! We’ve gone to plenty before!

Aneirin didn’t even turn to look at him as he spoke, focusing on cleaning the dishes from dinner. Jameson was on his blind side, staring at the glass eye. “Yes, but we’ve always gone together. I wouldn’t mind that, but I can’t go tonight. I’m...busy.”

Jameson wasn’t sure he wanted to know what ‘busy’ meant. Judging from the ‘business’ JJ had been involved in in the past, it would probably end up with a dead body and cash changing hands. The thought made him sick, so he moved on. I’m not eight years old, Aneirin, I’m turning twenty-two. I don’t need your permission.

“Well...you sort of do,” Anti said slowly, only glancing at Jameson long enough to take in the signs. “Or at least, you need me to drive you, which I won’t.”

I wouldn’t need you to drive me if I knew how to drive.

“Well, you’ve never really shown any interest, you know?”

Jameson growled. It was no use arguing that of course he’d shown interest, it was Anti who never showed any interest in teaching or paying for lessons. No use in saying any of that, Anti would just ignore it or twist it back on him. Can you give me bus money, then?

“What? No! You’re not taking the bus all the way out of town. Anything could happen.” Aneirin turned off the sink water and picked up a towel, wiping down the plates. “Especially with things being...the way they are lately.”

The way they are? JJ repeated, confused.

“Things on my end,” Anti says cryptically. “You could get hurt. I don’t want you out where it’s dangerous.”

Of course. Aneirin was always concerned about danger. Jameson was never sure if that danger was real or just an excuse, but the possibility of it being real was enough to make him back off...usually. What if I called a friend to come with me to the park?

Anti immediately looked over at him. “What friend? Where’d you meet someone?”

It’s a hypothetical question, JJ signed, reluctant to admit he didn’t really know anyone despite living in the area for six years. He supposed that was what happened when you didn’t have a job to meet people and your older brother was a mercenary who’d scare off anyone you met by chance. What if I did that?

“But...but I’ll be away all night,” Aneirin stammered, suddenly hurt. “Would you really want to celebrate without...no, that’s selfish, I know it.” He laughed. “I guess I just expected family to stick together for birthdays. I mean, I always clear my day up for you, which isn’t easy.”

But you didn’t clear your schedule for my day, Jameson signed, expression blank.

“I did! But this is an emergency. I’ll be here until nightfall, and I got a cake and everything so we could have dessert together.” Aneirin smiled softly. “We can go to the park tomorrow, or the day after. For now, I...I got you a present. I mean, that’s what you’re supposed to do, but...” He looked down. “Well...nevermind. I guess I couldn’t stop you if you wanted to leave right now.”

After a long pause, JJ sighed. Anti really was too good at this. And it wasn’t like he could sneak out and go there on his own, anyway. First, he didn’t know where Anti kept the cash or his credit card, and second, Anti had installed security cameras around the house a few months ago, making that impossible even if Jameson could find bus money. Alright, I suppose we could go there some other time, he signed.

Aneirin’s expression lit up. He leaped forward and wrapped Jameson in a tight hug. “Oh, thank you, Jamie. You’re so sweet. I love you.”

Jameson pulled back a bit. Love you, too, he signed.

“Oh, c’mon, you can’t say it?” Aneirin ruffled JJ’s hair, ignoring the way he immediately fixed it. “I think something like that needs to be said.”

A pit of dread opened up in Jameson’s stomach, but he knew he had to go through with it, or Anti would keep bugging him until he did. “Luh...luhf y-oo. Annn.”

“There we are. Now, how about I go get that cake?”

——————

JJ snapped out of the memory with a shudder. It had been a while. And he’d been glad of that at first. But then he met Chase, Marvin, and Jackie, and realized that quality time wasn’t supposed to be difficult and end with him always giving up what he wanted. Well, he was still working on that. It made up a lot of his discussions with his therapist.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was that he was actually looking forward to his birthday, for once. He was sure it would be fun, even if he met up with Chase and Marvin separately instead of together.

He realized that he’d been standing there, spacing out, for a while, and the water for his tea was already boiling. He hurried to take the kettle off, and busied himself with the next steps. It was only a few days until his birthday. Things would be alright.

——————

Jackie was asleep. Anti could see him from where he was standing in the bedroom doorway. Idly, he recognized that being in that position for so long was probably doing some damage to Jackie’s body, but he didn’t care enough to move him somewhere else. It wasn’t like there was that much room in the apartment anyway.

Of course, that would start to be a problem when more people started to join him. Anti was already working on getting a second safe house, but it might take a few more days.

He slowly closed the bedroom door, leaving it open just a crack. There wasn’t that much in the room, just a bed, a dresser, and a desk with a chair. Anti sat down, and picked up his phone from where he’d left it on the desk. He flipped through the photos he’d taken a few days ago. The address of Jameson’s apartment building was clearly visible. He hadn’t been back there since that day. It wouldn’t do to be spotted, and therefore put JJ or others on their guard. No, they had to lower their defenses. And when the time was right, Anti would swoop in. He was already developing a plan.

His phone vibrated, and a notification appeared at the top. Looked like someone had a job offering for him. Anti clicked on it, reading quickly through the proposal. It wasn’t anything special. Just a target he didn’t know, without any special qualifications. Someone just wanted someone else dead and didn’t want to do it themselves.

“Think over it,” he decided, switching off his phone. There wasn’t a rush.

So, while he was here...Anti glanced over at the small turquoise notebook on the corner of the desk. After a bit, he picked it up and started scanning the handwritten pages. Always fascinating to read a professional’s take on someone’s mind. Though the analysis wasn’t the most important thing in the book.

Anti chuckled to himself, and flipped to the back. The keycard was still safely tucked close to the spine, in between the pages. Right where he left it. Right where he found it, when he’d decided to snatch the notebook from Marvin Maher’s house. And given the contents of the notebook, there could be only one door that this would unlock.

He glanced at a calendar hanging on the wall. It would happen soon. He just had to work out the wrinkles in his plan. Smiling to himself, Anti returned to his reading, silently plotting out the next few days.

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offbrandmercyplates · 4 years ago

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Ms. Emmibee makes some Greek God AU Emster comics, so I follow immediately with a fanfic WEEEEE

The title of this post kind of says it all, but hey! I’m Yours The Author, and if Ms. Emmibee will allow it, the following story will be posted on my fanfiction and AO3 accounts, sooner or later. Like the first fanfic I posted here, it combines a few of the comics and even some fan art, to an extent (shout out to amee-racle for the inspiration of one of the scenes here!) into a semi-coherrent story. I originally started with an introduction scene that showed the Kore (Emmi) and Hades (Gaster) seeing but not meeting each other for the first time, but I realized the main scene I wanted to get to could be more concise and still deliver most of the same information, so I did some reworking. I hope you like it! This involves the “pomegranate” comic, mentions some stuff related to the “jewels” comic, and has a reference to amee-racle’s fan art of Kore and Hades with flower crowns! See you at the bottom!

The Meeting and the Benefits of Breaking the Rules of the Underworld

“My name is Kore. I’m the goddess of spring,” the floating humanoid in the long dress stated.

The skeleton god stared at her. “I am Hades, the King of the Underworld.” He looked a little prideful when he said that, but his expression quickly reverted to one of bewilderment. “Now I’ll ask again: how did you get down here?”

“You left the cave open when you came down here,” Kore replied.

“…Oh.” It was silent for a few moments, aside from the distant drips of water from the cave’s ceiling and the breeze Kore naturally stirred. Hades slowly pointed behind her. “The exit is that way.”

“I know.”

“…Then why don’t you leave?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“…Why?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Ah, you’re here on business. Very well; what do you wish to discuss?”

Kore held out her cupped hands. In the light of the crystals hanging from the walls and ceiling, a small pile of jewels glittered in her palms. All sorts of stones, in all sorts of colors. “You’re the one who’s been leaving these for me to find, right?” She asked.

“A-ah…” Hades blushed and tightened his grip on his golden staff. “I just—you—you liked that star sapphire I dropped, so I thought I’d let you find more,” he admitted.

Kore shifted the stones around to examine the smooth blue gem with a white star pattern in the middle. “Well… thank you!” she grinned happily, and Hades quickly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

“Y-you’re welcome…”

“And I have something for you!”

“…You do?”

“Yep! I made this for you!” She put the stones away in the pouch tied to her waist, then lifted the flower crown off of her head and placed it over his own shiny crown of metal.

Hades blinked and lifted the flower crown a bit to inspect it. It was a crown of large roses, alternating between yellow blossoms with red tips and lavender blooms. The woven stems weren’t thorny at all, and they didn’t wilt, suggesting they were made with magic. “…Oh.” He slowly let the crown settle on his head. “…Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

It was quiet again. The pink and yellow blossoms woven into Kore’s long and wild locks shed their petals into the breeze, only to regrow and repeat the process. It was a very picturesque scene.

If Hades had lips, he’d probably be biting them nervously. This little goddess was stirring… unnecessary feelings, as well as a breeze. “You should probably go—” he began.

“Got any snacks around here?”

“…Wouldn’t… you rather eat the food from above?”

“I want to try new things.”

“Well…” he thought for a moment, then raised his free hand towards the wall of the cave. It shifted open, revealing a path that led to a garden. Kore floated through the garden, technically impolite for not having waited for permission to enter, but forgiven nonetheless. Hades followed after her. “Many from above believe that no life can exist in the Underworld,” he explained. “This is both true and misleading. Plants that die above ground regrow down here; their life force entwining with the Underworld’s logic. The food in this garden can be eaten by gods and even mortals who live above, bUT–!” He gestured wildly for her to stop.

Kore had picked a shiny red pomegranate and ripped it in half with her bare hands, revealing the glistening seeds. She had been about to dig in, but paused and looked up at him, awaiting an explanation. Hades straightened his long black tunic and tried to look calm. “But you must not eat that pomegranate.”

“Huh?” Kore cocked her head to the side, hovering at eye level. “Why not?”

“The pomegranate is sacred here. It represents the very nature of the Underworld: life,” he gestured to the little spring goddess, “and death,” he put a hand to his sternum. “It is connected to the Underworld, just as I am. If you eat its seeds, you will be bound to the Underworld, and…” he blushed, “to me.”

“Ooooh,” Kore hummed.

“Indeed.”

“…”

Without breaking eye contact, Kore shoveled every seed in both halves of the pomegranate into her mouth. Hades’ jaw dropped open, sputtering sounds barely escaping his teeth as she licked the juice from her fingers, still looking him right in the eye sockets.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He finally managed.

“You just explained to me what it means.”

“YES, BUT—”

“So when should the wedding be?”

“THE WHAT?!”

Kore pulled some of the flowers out of her hair and began to weave them together as if she didn’t just seal her soul to a cave under the ground. “Oh, can we invite my mother, too? I feel like the Goddess of Nature wouldn’t take kindly to not being invited to her daughter’s wedding.”

“M-mother Nature?”

“Mm.”

“She is going to destroy me…” Hades covered his face with his hands.

Kore finished the new crown and set it on her head: an alternating mix of yellow primroses and pink cherry blossoms. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her. Besides, being a goddess bound to the Underworld doesn’t mean I have to be here all the time, right?”

“Well… technically, but—”

“So I can spend some time above ground and spend the rest of the time with you!”

“I—I! I…”

Kore’s smile grew smaller. “Do you not want to…?”

“No! I mean—I… won’t make a very good husband. I’ll disappoint you.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” She hovered next to him and gently bumped his skull with her head. “C’mon, let’s go say hello to your new mother-in-law!”

“This will not end well…”

***

I don’t know much about the logic of eating food from the Underworld in this AU (Hades specifically mentions the significance of the pomegranate, and that had to have come from somewhere), so I went with the concept that plants that die before their time or under specific circumstances can grow and bear fruit in the Underworld, and anyone can eat any of that food /except/ the pomegranates. In reality, you likely can’t eat any food from the Underworld, but it was just a thought.

Hades can open a cave to go back to the Underworld, but sometimes he forgets to close it behind him, hence how Kore got in.

Flower and jewel symbolism:

Roses generally mean affection, but the color of the rose is often extremely important! Yellow roses with red at the tips of the petals represents falling in love, while lavender-colored roses represent love at first sight.

Star sapphires are often called “the stones of destiny”, and can extend mental focus and knowledge.

Sakura blossoms are practically the living symbol of spring and can represent renewal.

Primroses represent young love, and yellow primroses can represent spring and the sun.

Hades’ “I’ll disappoint you” line is based on something similar he says in a Zarla MercyPlates comic, where Papyrus tells him to be good, and Gaster says something like “I’ll try, but I’ll just disappoint you.” Ah… parallels.

Alright, I think that’s everything. Let me know if it’s okay to post these on my fanfiction and AO3 accounts. I’ll see you around! Keep being awesome! ~~~ No YOU keep being awesome!!! This is absolutely lovely hhhhhh

You’re more than welcome to post this on AO3 and FF. I’ll definitely post it here!

Now to respond to the notes!!

The pomegranate thing is great! The pomegranate symbolism from the comic is actually based on its IRL symbolism, which is similar across many cultures (representing life and death, and also love sometimes), and I think your explanation is really cool!

Hades forgetting to close the cave door is a big mood tbh.

I recognized the “I’ll disappoint you” quote and i CRY

Have I mentioned how much I love flower symbolism??? I LOVE how you used that in this!!

Thank you so much!!!!

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thesunnyshow · 4 years ago

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Name: Megan

Writing Blog URL(s): @yunocity

What fandom(s) do you write for? NCT (127, Dream, Wayv, U)

Age: 20

Nationality: Asian American

Languages: English, Hmong with limited knowledge in Chinese and Korean

Star Sign: Sun: Scorpio, Moon: Taurus, Rising: Aquarius

MBTI: ESTJ-A

Favorite color: Black, red, white

Favorite food: Spring rolls

Favorite movie: Miracles in Cell No.7, Love Rosie

Favorite ice cream flavor: Mango

Favorite animal: Baby pandas

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering?: Tea!

Dream job (whether you have a job or not): Marketer for a luxury fashion company or a high-end makeup brand

Go-to karaoke song: Video Games- Lana Del Ray

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?: Mind Reading!

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose?: Roaring 20s

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?: No, I think the way my life is laid out is how it’s supposed to be. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve learned from them. I think if I were to restart my life, I’d not be who I am at this moment and I like who I am right now, I like who I’ve grown to be!

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken?: 100 chicken-sized horses

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been?: The dancers/athletes!

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures?: I’m skeptical about them so yes

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?: If you look closely, my eyes are different shades of brown!

When did you post your first piece?: May 11, 2020

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr?: I’ve been on Tumblr for a long time, but I’ve only gotten into reading other accounts’ works 2-3 years ago. Eventually, they inspired me into wanting to make my own writing account and share my stories and ideas!

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?: Nope!

What inspires you to write?: My emotions and ideas. Also reading old texts from people I love or used to be in my life, tv shows/movies/kdramas, vision boards, and aesthetics of different countries around the world. Most of the time, my mind just comes up with wild random scenarios.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?: I take a break! I’d close my laptop and usually go dance (it’s a way for myself to take a break, yet still feel physically inspired), spend time with family, grab a snack, do some digital art, or research a conspiracy theory!

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?: Yes, I write smut (legal members only ofc), angst, and general. I write those kinds of genres because those are the most common and there’s so much that you can do with them! You can write them however you want and write whatever kind of plot you see fit, there’s so much flexibility.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?: As of right now, I have been writing for “X Readers” because I want to be really inclusive of everyone! I don’t think I’ll go into OCs or ships (assuming idol and another idol?) because I don’t see that as inclusive. I most likely will stick to “X Readers”.

Who is your favorite person to write about?: Jaehyun from NCT

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?: I’ve only gotten to post one kind of au (arranged marriage au), but some that I have in my drafts that I absolutely enjoy are idol au, friends to lovers au, enemies to lovers au, mafia au, fwb au, and mythology au. A genre I also love writing is angst!

What is your writing process like?: I usually write at night after I shower and do my night routine. I plug in some headphones, play some music that fits the mood of the story presently, and start writing! If I have writer’s block, I’ll usually watch some old mvs that bring back old memories!

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?: I haven’t published it yet, because it’s still under the wraps and I want to post about other members too, but I have a mythology au with Jaehyun and it’s my absolute favorite right now! I can’t wait to post it!!

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?: Yes and no! Yes, because whenever I think of (original) prose I think of a technique of writing that flows naturally with speech and has grammatical structure, so as long as stories have those skills, I would consider them as so. We as humans actually speak, write, and think in prose because it’s seen as a straightforward language and conversational speech. No, because at the same time prose consists of many things. There are several types of prose (non-fictional, fictional, heroic, poetic), so if a story states that it is a specific prose, I would say there is a difference!

What do you think makes a good story?: Emotion 100%. The ability to write with emotions without straightforwardly telling the readers what kind of emotion is felt within a character. Also description of an environment, again, having the ability to describe a moment without stating it like it’s supposed to be obvious.

What do you hope your readers take away from your work?: The emotion that my writing invokes from them. I want them to read my work and feel the emotion that I’m trying to provoke! Also the fact that I work hard and put a lot of thought while being realistic as I can with the plot!

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?: Not yet!

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?: Ones that I love are enemies to lovers, friends with benefits to lovers, friends to lovers, different worlds (metaphorically), and I have some more that I can’t think of! Ones that I cannot stand are, stuck together to lovers, secret billionaire, childhood marriage promises, amnesia, and “If i can’t have you, no one will!!”

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)?: Definitely my process/planning; on how I think of a story and plan it out on my iPad with a bunch of side notes and idea webs.

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?: Oh, it means so much, I can’t even explain. I love it when I get asks that tell me about how mad they are, how much they cried, or how happy they are about something that happened in the story. It means a lot because it means that they actually read through my work and enjoyed it. I love it when my followers and anons talk to me in general!

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?: Yes, I definitely think that we get judged for being too much in our head or having too many unrealistic fantasies. Fanfic writing is just another way of expressing our ideas simply with the person we adore from a group, it doesn’t necessarily mean we fantasize it to happen.

Do you think art can be a medium for change?: Yes! I think that any idea from the mind that expresses emotion and inspiration visually or not, is considered an art. There’s a lot that goes into writing than what people think! Such as finding the creativity for metaphors in a story that will not only bring out emotion from the character and reader, but also a visual representation to symbolize the emotion.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?: Yes, I always get asks asking me when I’ll update, but it’s not too much of a bother because I know they’re just really excited for the next part or another set of work.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?: Not at all, I think I do a fairly good job at writing to the point where there’d be no misunderstandings.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?: No, I like to keep it private because I’d rather have them not tease or make fun of me for what I genuinely like to do.

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?: That I literally love them all so much and I appreciate each and every one of them. I mean it from the bottom of my heart, they’re all so nice, welcoming, and supportive. It encourages me to write more!

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?: Definitely go for it! You’ll never know until you try! There will be people who don’t like it, but those who truly love your writing will support you forever, will stick around, encourage you, and lift you up. Be confident in your writing, be confident that your brain came up with such an amazing plot/story and has woven so many things together to create it!

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?: I do have a few mutuals that I talk to. One of them has read my story and given such good feedback, which I loved because I’m always looking for opportunities to grow as a writer.

Pick a quote to end your interview with: “Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.” -Will Smith

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gumnut-logic · 4 years ago

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1. Would you rather accessorise with scarves or necklaces?

I adore scarves. I has a collection and wear them every day. Gives me an excuse to splatter vibrant colour all over myself. Having said that, I actually make necklaces and pendants.

2. How old were you when you first saw mountains? (Or if you haven’t seen mountains, what do you imagine they’re like?)

I have seen Mount Kosciuszko (yes, I had to look it up to spell it), the highest mountain in Australia. It is only 2228 metres high and it was summer so there was no snow. I look forward to seeing New Zealand’s mountains one day.

3. Do you make your bed in the morning?

I neaten the quilt sometimes :D

4. What type of stories did you like as a child?

Would it be strange if I admitted to liking hurt/comfort as a kid? I also read everything from Trixie Beldon and Nancy Drew through to Stephen Donaldson and Lord of the Rings. I read a lot. I adored eighties TV with shows like The A-Team and Knight Rider, and of course some of the previous decades’ shows including Thunderbirds. I love a good and valiant herotype, always have. I discovered Star Trek through the James Blish novelisations.

5. What was the most exhilarating experience of your life?

Exhilarating? I’m not much of an extreme experience type of person. I tend to be frightened of pretty much everything. The first time I flew in a plane was pretty cool. I remember it taking off and my jaw dropping through the floor - I was 22. But then I do remember standing in the rain and wind at the top of a cliff on the bottom of the Eyre Peninsula feeling the planet around me, the waves beneath me and just existing. I thought that was pretty amazing and it has stuck with me a long time. Standing on deserted beaches washed clean of anyone’s footprints is totally cool, knowing that the coastline is 6000 years old, that the waves have travelled thousands of miles and that despite everything, they will continue to crash onto some coastline somewhere long before and long after I’m gone.

6. Do you agree with the concept of exotic pets?

Do you mean imported pets? If so, these are a challenge in Australia. Also, I’m not a fan of cages. I’d much rather see an animal in the wild (except the ones that might eat or kill me, they can exist by themselves without interacting with me, thank you very much - though I do love to read about them). I think seeing an animal int he wild is so much more an honour. also, I like to respect them and not disturb them. I’m a little neurotic about it. I’ve even taught my kids to respect all living sea life on the shore and not torture it or disturb it unless necessary. So yeah, I don’t think I would keep pets much.

7. Describe your feelings about maths.

Maths is fairly easy for me, but boring without a purpose. I can work numbers, no real problem. But if you give the numbers names like in accounting or physics, I get lost easily due to interpretation problems and sometimes the need to visualise everything works against me.

8. When was the last time you finished a book?

Reading or writing? I finished writing Gentle Rain last year, but We’ll be Home For Christmas is about to over take it as my longest fic. I recently reread both of these? Does that count? Even though I’m a librarian, it has been quite some time since I read an entire book. I think it might have been a book on Geology that I last completed reading. Not sure, either way, I haven’t read any fiction that wasn’t fanfic for quite some time.

9. What’s a small way that you’ve been kind recently?

I haven’t maimed any of my workmates? I don’t know about kind, but I like to contribute. I’m not much of a people person, so I have a tendency to lean on what I can do to integrate with a group. Usually this is some kind of creativity. I like to think I contribute a bit to fandom, help a few peeps with their creativity, maybe inspire a little. Other than that, I like to think I’m kind to the people I serve at work (except those who aren’t kind to me, in which case they get stern Nutty). I don’t think kindness comes to me naturally as I’m quite a self centred loner at times, so I have to work at it and remember to do things for people. Often working out what people would like is a challenge, but eh, I do what I can.

10. What new hobby/activity have you always wanted to try?

I’ve kinda banned myself from accumulating more hobbies. I have far too many already. But I would like to play with embroidery one day and I’ve had a thing for mosaics for some time too. They are really just new mediums for my creativity. The problem is I need to outlay the cost for setting them up and that is expensive. I guess I’ll have to stick with the $10,000 odd dollars worth of bead stash I already have. (It sounds like alot, but trust me it is not).

Oooh, and now I have to ask questions...

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

Favourite pasta shape?

What do you need to do everyday to keep your mind and body working well?

First ever fandom and why? How old were you?

Deserted beach or snazzy night club?

Do you find it easier to talk to people online or offline?

What do you think is the aim in your life? What do you ultimately want to achieve?

Coolest Thunderbird?

What is your absolute favourite topic to talk about?

Do you have an embarrassing story to share?

Hmm, some of those questions are evil, sorry. Tagging @scribbles97 @vegetacide @plantmuffin @i-am-chidorixblossom @willow-salix and anyone else who feels like jumping in :D

#meme

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miacutie · 5 years ago

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Fanfiction or Reality?

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Wei Wuxian discovers a fanfiction site about him and his best friend/classmate Lan Wangji.

As much as it horrifies him, one of the stories catches his attention.

They're whispering again.

Wei Wuxian's eyes narrow as he sees Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng talking against the lockers in hushed tones. They’d been doing this a lot recently, and it was starting to get suspicious. Actually now that he thinks about it, a lot of people at school have been doing this around him as well.

Honestly he just wanted to go home already after gym, but he may as well get to the bottom of this once and for all.

'No way, that's my brother!'

'Crazy right? Check out how many views there are.'

'Gross, I don't want to see Lan Wangji and my brother shacking it up in any form!'

‘Excuse me, what?’ Wei Wuxian says loudly. They jump at the sudden interruption, and Nie Huaisang quickly hides his phone behind his back.

‘Nothing.’

‘Nothing my ass, what’s this about me and Lan Zhan?’ He moves over to his friends craning his neck to have a look.

‘I don’t know! Really!’ Nie Huaisang babbles, still moving his phone out of reach every time Wei Wuxian tries to swipe at it.

‘Ugh, just show him.’ Jiang Cheng groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. ‘Then maybe they’ll stop denying it and cut out the obnoxious pining.’

Wei Wuxian finally manages to grab the phone, only to be greeted by a website. A fan site…?

He scrolls through it and regrets it immediately. There’s dozens, no multiple pages worth of short stories. Short stories of him and Lan Zhan. Him and his best friend doing unspeakable things to each other.

‘W-what…’ Wei Wuxian says weakly. The site even has a gallery, full of photos taken from different perspectives of him and Lan Zhan hanging out together.

A photo of him leaning on Lan Wangji’s desk, chatting. Another picture of him clinging onto Lan Wangji’s sleeve. Lan Zhan helping him tie up his hair with his custom red scrunchie. A photo of him getting piggybacked when he got a twisted ankle at the school carnival. Even a photo of him fast asleep on Lan Zhan’s shoulder.

‘What is this!?’ He chokes, thrusting the screen in Jiang Cheng’s face. ‘Why are people writing things and taking photos of me and Lan Zhan?’ He’s totally dumbstruck. ‘I mean I can understand if people made a site for Lan Zhan, but why am I in it too?’

‘Calm down.’ His brother gingerly pushes the phone back at him. ‘Looks like the girls in your class started it, and things got a little out of hand.’

‘A little? Why did no one tell me this earlier?!’

‘We were afraid of your reaction.’ Nie Huaisang admits. ‘Can I have my phone back now?’

Wei Wuxian hands the phone back to him, feeling betrayed. How could his friends do this to him?

‘You guys can NOT show this to Lan Zhan! He’ll 1000% stop being friends with me if he knows this is how everyone thinks of us!’ He whines, distraught. ‘You guys KNOW how long it took just for him to stop seeing me as his enemy!’

‘Chill out, we won’t endanger your relationship with your precious ‘Lan Zhan.’ Jiang Cheng drones, deadpan.

‘Hey, only I get to call him that! You don’t have the privilege!’

‘It’s because you talk like that is why there’s a website.’ Nie Huaisang supplies unhelpfully.

‘Hey!’

---

When he gets home that night, he types the url into his laptop and goes straight to the fan website.

Wei Wuxian scrolls through the page, stopping to read a story here and there. Some were terribly out of character, like having Lan Zhan date girls to make him jealous, or Wei Ying throwing Lan Zhan aside after a stuttered love confession. However some are quite cute, like coffee dates or movie nights that he could see them doing on a usual weekend.

The top fic there had a shocking 10,000 views. Wei Wuxian knew there weren't even half of that many students in the school, let alone reading a story about him and Lan Wangji!

'Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.' He reads aloud. It was by some author called WangXian. They even had ship names now?

Skimming through the story, it seemed to be set in ancient China, with them being something called ‘cultivators.’ It even had his friends featured in it, from differing clans and sects all coming to study in a place called the Cloud Recesses.

It was pretty well written, he had to give them that. He even laughed when the Wei Wuxian in the story pranks Lan Wangji with porn, as it definitely sounded like something he had done when they were kids.

But as he kept reading he felt himself get steadily more invested in the plot, and the rich detail the author had put into creating that world. It was actually really good, he could totally picture it becoming a live action drama or movie.

Wei Wuxian had almost forgotten that it was supposed to be a romantic fanfic about him and his best friend until the kiss.

He freezes reading it, all of fictional Lan Wangji's romantic feelings and lust as he forces the fictional version of him against a tree. It starts to get hot and heavy, getting into detail about-

Slam!

He slams the laptop lid shut, embarrassed.

No way! No way. This wasn't a thing. Him and Lan Zhan, they were bros, homies if you will.

Wei Wuxian could picture the distaste if Lan Zhan ever caught him reading this. His delicate features would furrow and his eyes would go icy and the curve of his soft lips would-

Nope.

He flops himself sideways and pulls the covers over his head. The laptop charging light blinks back at him, almost teasingly.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he wills sleep to come.

He is greeted the next day by Lan Wangji, waiting for him at his garden gate as always. Lan Zhan frowns slightly, cocking an eyebrow at his dark eye bags and dishevelled hair.

'Oh this? I didn't get much sleep last night, ahah..'

Of course he couldn't. Wei Wuxian had given into temptation and continued reading after ten minutes of rolling around in anguish.

Just one more chapter he had reasoned, and before he knew it he had marathoned the entire fic until it was 3am. Haggard, he had clicked the next chapter only to find out that he was up to date. That couldn’t be it! Where was the rest of it? He needed to know what happened next.

Checking the date, it had been updated last Thursday, meaning there probably won’t be a chapter out anytime soon.

After a loud frustrated groan and Jiang Cheng banging on the wall for him to shut up, he had created an account and written a very enthusiastic review.

fluterave420_6969

This fic was BRILLIANT!!! You should be a famous author!!! Now of course Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are friends and NOTHING more but the rest of it was great!!! You wrote their interaction really well

ヽ( ´ ▽ ` ) ﾉ

Plz plz update soon!!!

Well of course he couldn't tell Lan Zhan about all that.

'Don’t worry, I'll just grab a coffee and I'll be fine and dandy.' Wei Wuxian chirps, flattening his hair down as they walk side by side to school.

Lan Wangji is silent as usual on their morning walks. Wei Wuxian chances a side glance at his elegant profile.

He's pretty, he thinks vaguely. Well obviously he's always known, but like, in a platonic way. Like how one would find a lotus flower beautiful, or a sunset.

The people in school definitely knew. They would always talk about Lan Zhan being as beautiful as a sculpted piece of jade, but if you looked at him his gaze would turn you into stone. Didn’t stop the girls from pursuing him though. He had once borrowed Lan Zhan’s phone to make a call, and that man’s conversation history was filled top to bottom with thirsty girls in his DMs. All the messages were ignored of course, the only messages being replied to being his brother, Lan Qiren and of course Wei Ying.

He had been thrilled, bragging about it to Jiang Cheng (‘I don’t care.’) and Wen Ning (‘Oh good for you!’) before adding a bunch of heart kaomojis next to his name in Lan Zhan’s phone. Surprisingly Lan Zhan hadn’t changed it since then.

Soon it was lunchtime and as usual they would eat lunch together under the sycamore tree outside. It was always their spot, since this tree had the exact right amount of shade and sometimes this wild rabbit would come into the garden. Lan Zhan would leave behind bits of carrot, trying hard to win its trust. Wei Ying thought it was cute, so they had been sitting out there everyday for the past 6 months hoping to catch a glimpse of the furry black rabbit.

Today he didn’t feel hungry, deciding to save the lunch Jiang Yanli made for him for another time. Yawning, he wants to ask Lan Zhan to borrow his lap, but after what he read last night it might be too weird.

Suddenly he hears a giggle behind him.

There was a group of girls nearby, who after making eye contact with him quickly whipped their heads back pretending to eat their lunch.

Usually he would assume they were part of Lan Zhan’s fan club, but now he suspects they had different intentions.

‘Eat.' Lan Wangji interrupts his thoughts, holding a lotus piece out of his own meal with his chopsticks.

Tearing his eyes away from the girls, he shakes his head. 'No no!' Wei Wuxian flaunters. He can hear the girls muffled squeals, and was that a camera shutter? 'You really don't have to! I'm not that hungry anyway.'

'Wei Ying.' He fixes him with a disapproving stare, pinning him down with it. Wei Wuxian really doesn’t want to make more fodder for these girls fantasies. He always wanted to be popular with the girls, but not like this.

Reluctantly, he gingerly takes the lotus piece in his mouth from Lan Zhans chopsticks. He’s halfway through chewing before he hears a whisper that on a usual day he wouldn’t have noticed.

'He's feeding him!! That's so domestic!'

Wei Wuxian chokes on his lotus piece, coughing loudly to Lan Wangji’s alarm. He hits him on the back a few times, until his face returns to its usual colour.

'Lan Zhan, you really shouldn’t encourage them...' He says weakly.

‘Hmn?’

‘Never mind…’

So, here he was in after school detention again. He had forgotten to submit his homework after being distracted last night and Lan Qiren had given him a verbal beating for it. Luckily the teacher had refused to give up his afterschool hours to supervise and trusted Lan Zhan who had volunteered to watch over him instead.

Lan Zhan had silently joined him at his desk, quietly reading some novel as Wei Wuxian mulled over a math problem. To be honest, he couldn't concentrate; his mind was always drifting to the fan website. As much as he was disturbed by its existence, he couldn’t deny how much he had enjoyed that one story he had read. Was there an update yet? Chancing it, he brings out his phone behind his textbook to refresh the page.

To his shock, the fic's view count had increased by a few hundred from last night. There were a couple of new comments too and he scrolls down to read them.

Swordbois172

This update was so good!! I can really feel the love between them <3333 Such burning passion!

3000rules

Actually I saw hanguang-jun and wei wuxian having lunch together today :O they were feeding each other! So domestic.

BewareofIncenseBurners

Dude, respect their privacy. Do you really want to get perma banned?

3000rules

Shut up, you were there too!! srsly who died and made you mod

Rabbitsalesperson

Lol get real if we respected their privacy we wouldn't even be here lol X___x let's hope they never discover this dumpster fire.

>Comment Removed<

WenNing

What a great chapter!

Wait. Wen Ning?! What was Wen Ning doing in the comment section? Also, who uses their real name on the internet?

'Wei Ying. Pay attention.'

He jumps in his seat, guilty that he had been caught reading about them in front of the person himself.

'Aww but it's so boring! I can't concentrate.'

'You were on your phone.'

'I, well, started reading something recently. A novel.' He says, settling for a half lie. I mean fanfiction counts as a novel, right?

Lan Wangji's eyebrow raises, and he tilts his head to look at Wei Wuxian's phone.

'No!'

He almost throws the phone out the window in his rush to turn it off. Lan Zhan looks at him, bewildered.

'Sorry! I was lying, it was porn.'

Lan Wangji blinks at him before settling into a deadpan expression. Rolling his eyes, he goes back to his book.

This scene felt familiar.

'Lan Zhan. Lan Zhaan. I'm sorry, I'll work diligently.' He whines, genuinely apologetic. 'I know you waited here for me to keep me company when you could've just gone home.'

His best friend's golden eyes soften just a tad.

'If you understand, finish your work quickly.'

'Okay!'

---

They’re having another one of their movie nights, watching some drama at Wei Wuxian’s place. He had his head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder, trying to fight sleep that was overcoming him.

His mind was drifting over to that cave scene in the story, and he tries to picture his best friend in white robes and an elegant headband playing the guqin. Lan Zhan was pretty enough so it would probably work. The one thing he couldn’t picture though was what the song he sang to the Wei Ying in the fanfiction sounded like.

Actually he wasn’t sure what Lan Zhan’s singing voice sounded like at all. He had always shot down his invitations for karaoke, but that was most likely because his other friends were there too.

‘Hey, Lan Zhan. I’ve never heard you sing.’ He really wanted to hear it now.

‘...’

‘C’mon singgg for meeeeeee~ Your voice probably sounds like one of an angel, and I would have never known! We could make your c-pop idol debut!’

‘No.’

He pouts, ‘Okay fine, you probably sound like a dying rat anyway.’

‘...’

‘Hmmn then again Lan Zhan is so perfect at everything, I bet you’d sound good even as a rat.’ Wei Wuxian murmurs sleepily. He slips off his shoulder to lean into Lan Zhan’s lap. Lan Wangji adjusts himself so they were in a more comfortable position.

‘Don’t forget me when you’re famous okay? I could even be your backing instrumental. We could go to the same university, join the same company, live in the same apartment....’

He thinks he can see Lan Zhan nod slightly from his shuttering vision.

‘Even buried together in the same grave!’ Wei Wuxian jokes, a smile stretched across his face. He could imagine the field day those girls would have if they could hear him now.

But he’s glad that it was just the two of them, in Wei Ying’s little room with no one to take photos or question his relationship with Lan Zhan. I mean he’s seen k-pop compilations of the members doing way more affectionate stuff than what he was doing right now. Jiang Cheng totally had it all wrong, since he hadn’t experienced the magic of true friendship.

‘We’ll stay together forever, yeah?’

‘Mn.’ Lan Wangji responds, carding his fingers through Wei Wuxian’s hair.

He laughs a little, grateful at having someone like him in his life. Yawning, he falls asleep on Lan Zhan’s lap, just like that.

#the untamed #wangxian #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi

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peachyteabuck · 6 years ago

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sacrifice, sacrament

summary: we only know of one duty, and that is to love – albert camus

touches between tender lovers, unburdened by mortality or a world beyond their own

pairing: hades!valkyrie x persephone!reader

words: 2,514

trigger warnings: angst with fluffy ending, soft sex, scissoring, tribbing, light d/s dynamics

notes/other: 2019 goals completed: hades & persephone au. this fic also pushed me past 100,000 words written since I started posting fanfic on this blog!!

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Marriages are usually a time for fan fair, feasting, festivities. The uniting of two souls is not something the mortals take lightly, each celebration grander than the last as more and more people are brought together in an eternal union.

You tried to remember this as you’re passed off to the woman in front of you. The ghost of fried desserts and large plots of meat coat your nostrils, a small reminder of home and the life you so valiantly decided to leave behind. Phantom pains from the screams of joy from little children and your cheeks from smiling too much plant themselves in your muscles and skin, and as you step closer and closer to the altar. When your bare feet meet her shoed ones, you realized how much you truly didn’t know about your new life.

If they did not link their love into the earth, where would it go? You wondered. Would she wear shoes when you consummated the tie as well?

Vows are exchanged as smoothly as a rusted sword enters well-made armor. You choked up quickly, the occasional tear smearing the make-up you had been requested to wear. Right before the “I do”s your almost-betrothed wipes one out of the corner for your eye. She didn’t smile when you look up at her chocolate brown eyes, but she did squeeze your left hand. It was enough. Not much, but enough.

“Baby,” Valkyrie speaks lowly, her lips brushing against the bare skin of your shoulder. “Come back to me.”

You don’t pull away, one arm across your chest to fiddle with your necklace and the other at your side, the soft sheets bunched up in your hand. “I never left you, my love.”

The only witness was the mother, who was a thousand times more excited at the nuptials than her daughter.

Soon after the priest finished the rituals traditional to the wedding of gods he sent the newly-weds away, escorted by a few of the she-wolves that guard the entrance to the Underworld.

Valkyrie’s dressed, ready to start her day of judgement. The black suit is impeccable, fitting her perfectly with the matching matte tie, shirt, and shoes. “Mmm,” she pushes aside the soft, thin fabric of your nightgown to kiss further down your back. “I disagree, my love. What are you thinking about?”

“The day we wed,” you reply honestly. “How terrified I was of the life after I would become yours.”

Valkyrie doesn’t reply, and her touches have stopped. She remembers that day as vividly as you do, despite her contrasting emotions. Where you were terrified to your very core, she felt nothing but disdain. Law had it that she had to be married to someone within the first year of her crowning, and by “luck” your mother had offered you up during the social season that corresponded with the last few months of Valkyrie’s disgruntled search.

“I thought they were vicious beasts,” you mumbled. One of the large creatures sees your twitching fingers, and begrudgingly allowed you to pet their large, fleecy ears.

“Only to those who have not been allowed to enter,” Valkyrie said back with voice flat as a well-made kitchen table and just as smooth. As you enter the bottomless cave, there’s an indescribable darkness that makes your hands tense around your betrothed’s hand. “Are you scared?” She asked, still not looking your way.

“I-I…” You swallowed as something scaly brushed past your bare feet. “Yes.” “Well,” Val grumbles. “Welcome to your new home.”

The woman had intended on ruling the Underworld alone, spending eternity in sweet solitude with her cows and Cerberus. But not even she could defy the law of the gods, despite her stubborn ways.

The once-blank ceiling above the bed is now covered in deep green vines with minds of their own. As you still and tears well up in yours eyes, they reach down to curl around your limbs and wipe at the wet trails on your cheeks. The warmth from their leaves is calming, and you pet at the main stem as a small thank you.

“You know,” you can feel your wife smiling as she talks. “I still find it offensive that they don’t ever do that for me.”

You curl into her, tracing the stitching in the suit. The thick, woolen material scratches at the skin where Val’s pulled your dress has been pulled down. It’s an itch you welcome, rubbing into it while you cuddle into her chest. Valkyrie always runs cold, her olive skin always chilled when you’ve twisted your legs with hers or held her hand or, in the beginning, accidently brushed against her body as you shared Val’s large bed.

The marriage went unconsummated for months…four, to be exact. For the first week you hid in a greenhouse that had been abandoned long ago, tending to the expiring plants. You didn’t allow Val to touch you, you didn’t allow her to see you.

She knew what you felt, exactly what you felt. You were an abused puppy that had been dumped in a card box in the rain after pissing on the carpet. You weren’t mad at Valkyrie, you were petrified of her, of your new life, of your new home.

Somehow, you’re able to unbutton the first few buttons on her shirt and press your hands between her braless breasts. Val looks down at you, glaring at your innocent smile and contented face.

“Your fingers are so hot, love,” she whispers playfully. “Every time you touch me I think you’re going to burn me.”

You turn to face her, slipping more buttons back through their slits. Coyly, you lock eyes as you push off her scratchy jacket. “Is that a bad thing?”

Val smirks, untying the loose night gown you were to let it fall down your bare shoulders. The skin just below your collarbones is peppered with dark purple bruises from your escapades the night before, similar coloring smattered across your chest, inner thighs and waist. She reaches out to touch one, the tough skin of her fingertips touching the sensitive skin there. “Mm,” she hums thoughtfully as you both sit, facing each other topless. “Oh, of course not, wife, I love your calescence” she crawls over you, pushing the rest of your dress off. You get the message quickly, moving to undo her belt and zipper. “Love it when your fire stings me, when I dip my fingers into your heat and I think you’re going to set my arm ablaze. Love it when my lips drag across your skin and it feels like you’re going to incinerate them.”

You whimper as she finally removes the last of her clothing, leaving both of you naked as Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden (or, you think that’s how the Christians tell it). Each time your skin meets you think there’s going to be smoke, be marks scorched across both of yours’ bodies; the touch renders you speechless.

The first time Valkyrie lured you out was with a small Highland calf that had been sacrificed but cast aside by the rest of the “better,” more “worthy” gods an account of its missing back left leg. You stepped out of the greenhouse, hands up to your elbows and feet to your calves caked in deep, rich soil.

The small animal immediately limps over to you, happy noises leaving its mouth as you pet its hairy belly.

“What is her name?” You ask, looking to Valkyrie as if you were a child expecting their mother to take away their toy at any second.

“She doesn’t have one,” she said truthfully.

You furrow your brows thoughtfully for a second as you stare at the creature before widening to excitement. “We should call her Ludic!” Val’s brain stops as she watches you play with the three-legged creature. We, she thought. What do you mean “we”?

Nonetheless, after that day, you and Val became closer and closer as the cow grew.

You gasp as Valkyrie kisses down your navel before stopping right before your center. “You evoke such feeling of a fire in the middle of snowstorm, my love,” she tells you, her flattened tongue licking from the bottom of your slit to your sensitive nub. She ignores your high-pitched whines, ignores your begs as she sinks one, two fingers into you. “Make me want to curl beside you and fuck you with fervor.”

You cry as she leaves slow licks around her fingers, which remain annoyingly stagnant inside of you. As you try to fuck yourself down onto them, her unoccupied hand presses into your hips.

“Don’t move, love,” she whispers into your inner thigh. “I’ll take care of you, let me take care of you.”

Your head is flush against the pillow, your wild hair splayed across the black, silken pillows. Val loves seeing you like this, all vulnerable and glowing and desperate for the God of the Underworld to bring her unnamable pleasures. Your mouth hangs open as you gasp at each slight curl of her fingers or press of her tongue. This woman, this deity has you at her very whim. You would walk into the River Styx if she asked you, you’d trust she’d keep you safe as you stepped into the smoking green sludge.

Your orgasm is intense, each muscle contradiction a storm, a thunder cloud wherein each breath makes more electricity spark across your skin. Valkyrie coos as your body convulses violently, her sweet shs and light kisses bringing you down from your sweet high.

Something changed after you had named the cow; Valkyrie had your world turn upside down when she chose you as her wife, and it seems in beautiful revenge she had flipped yours as well. While you still loved to spend times in the greenhouse, you began to invite Val into your room at night when she would ask if you needed anything before bed, if you were comfortable, if you needed water.

She had come to expect that you would shake your head and turn over, but that night you simply pulled back the thick covers as a wordless welcome.

Val walked forward slowly, as not to scare a wild doe in the thick of her forest. “Are…are you sure, love?”

You just nodded, waiting for her to join you before curling yourself into her arms. She seemed tentative, worried any sudden movements would scare you off. You were relaxed though, and after months of sleeping so devastatingly alone, you fell asleep quickly in the arms of the woman you had married.

“Please, more,” you cried when she pulled off you. “Please, my god my king please give me more.”

You can feel Valkyrie’s smile as she kisses at your stained neck. “Of course, my queen. You know I will always grant you whatever you wish.”

In an instant she has your legs spread open with one thrown over her shoulder and the other pressed flat onto the disrupted sheets. With both hands pressed onto your chest, she begins to rock her heat against yours in long, fluid motions.

Soon you’re both throwing your heads back in pleasure as sounds of slick begins echoing in your shared room. You try and touch Val, try and trail you hands up her torso to draw her closer.

“Nuh-uh, my love,” she coos like before. For a moment you don’t understand, don’t understand why she’s stopped touching you until you feel her remove her own hands from your chest. She links your fingers together before pushing yours into each side of the pillow next to your head, the action giving her every type of leverage. All you can do is turn your head and kiss at her wrists, mind blank apart from the pleasure your wife brings you.

“I love you,” is all you can muster. “I love you I love you I love you.”

For a moment, Valkyrie slows as she tries to find the words to reply. Valkyrie, God and King of the Underworld, is not one for off-the-cuff professions of feelings, of intimacy. With you, though, she feels like impulsiveness is always a bad thing. Maybe spontaneity isn’t something to fear, maybe your happiness grounded in playfulness isn’t childless or something to fear.

So, Valkyrie speaks, oh does she speak.

“Gods, I love you more than Icarus loves the sun, I love you more than the mortals love to pray to Zeus, I love you more than you love that stupid cow. I love you more than I love this realm, I love you more than I love black coffee,” her ruts speed up as she professes. “I would lock Apollo up in a world of water if you wanted the sun, I would drink the oceans if you wanted to walk on their floors. There is nothing, oh- “Val’s head falls as she nears her own orgasm. “Oh, there’s nothing you don’t deserve, my love, and nothing I wouldn’t do to make you deserve it.”

Any further sounds from either of your mouths are loud gasps and choked cries as you both meet your peak. As Val collapses next to you she slows, wide smile plastered across her face.

Breathless, you’re the first to utter comprehensible words.

“Do you love me that much?” you mutter in the sunlight room. Val turns over and peppers kisses all over your face, making you giggle and try and pushing her away.

As she succeeds, she leaves one final peck over your left eyebrow. “Does that prove it?”

You two continued like that, cuddling in one another’s beds at any time possible. Each time you both became more and more adventurous with the other’s bodies. First it was the meeting of skin – not laying on the other side of the bed as you slept. Then came the brushing of fingertips, the lips meeting lips, the lips meeting skin, the lips meeting lips again.

You’d had…experiences…from your time on the face of the Earth. Cute little experiences with farm girls in wide fields hidden by tall grass and blossoming crops. They’d never been as awe-inspiring as your times with Valkyrie though, never been as toe-curling or jaw-dropping or leg-kicking as the early morning and late afternoon and mid-night testimonies to each other’s bodies.

There were other professions of passion, though, like when you left Val flowers on her desk or when she unties your dresses at the end of a hard gardening day.

But the love-making always topped all of that, was always the best way for both of you to express your devotion. No matter how frantic or tender, whether your wife is conquering your body or putting it back together. The electricity between you always seemed to be your greatest treasure.

For a moment you faux-consider, hmming and tapping your chin. Val fakes the offensive she takes, gasping and hitting your shoulder.

“Really? Are you going to do that?” she cries.

You shrug. “Yes.”

Val’s eyes narrow. “Yes to hesitating, or yes to the proof.”

Your smile is bright as you speak. “Both.”

#persephone reader #h & p tag #valkyrie x reader #brunnhilde x reader #valkyrie imagine #marvel imagine #lukis writes stuff #i wrote this in like..............#two days #idk how #idk why #but it doth been done

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unicornsandphoenix · 6 years ago

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Blog Birthday??!!?!!?!?!

Helloooooo alll! So not only is today my wife’s birthday (I keep saying wife and I feel like someone is gonna believe it too much someday?), but also! It is my blog birthday!!!!! Fucking shit you guys! Happy birthday to this blog! Some cool facts about this blog:

1) Today, it is 1 year old (shit my dudes, it’s real)

2) It was started purely because I had a story that I wanted to post and I was tired of not reblogging fan content but only liking, so the side blog was created

3) There are so many instrumental people who went into creating this blog oh ho ho let me tell you about it under the cut, sorry to everyone who was tagged I went ham

4) This blog has grown to have more followers than I deserve

5) Has gotten me out of some pretty bad depressive episodes

6) Is my child that I want so very much to nurture

So just.... A very big thank you goes out to everyone seeing this. Because even in indirect ways, you have all affected me and shaped me in some way. So thank you, I love you all! (And of you were tagged, even if you don’t read on, please know you affected something about this blog in the biggest way possible. Thank you from the bottom of my heart <3)

If you’d like, please read to see the complete history about my time on here, but if not, I hope your day is extra happy today! Because mine was! <3

So all in all, after I got to read a ton of fanfics online as a guest on AO3, I finally made my own account that held LITERALLY nothing but bookmarked fics that I really wanted to read. When this happened, I looked to tumblr for more Harry Potter content. Since then I have two fics that I have written for fests (1 and 2), dozens of drabbles and head cannons floating around tumblr (under #phiawrites), written 10 fics on AO3, gained a thousand followers or so, and smiled so much more often.

About two years ago, I started actively seeking out blogs. The first every drarry blog I followed religiously, with notifications and everything, was @dorthyanndrarry. Her writing INSPIRED ME, and I would stalk her writing blog daily to see if there was new content to enjoy. Next was @l0vegl0wsinthedark, who not only blew me away with writing, but also with support. She was always so so so kind to everyone, and so excited, and her presence was exactly what I wanted to be as well. Of course, with love, I had to obsess over @bixgirl1 next, and obsess I DID. Sometimes I would get so overwhelmed with notifications, I had to turn them all off, but I would always make it a habit to go back and read their blogs later.

The next big big big step for me, was Jeni. I had followed @drarrymylove for a while, and Jeni wrote such amazing and beautiful drabbles for asks, even anon asks, and I was truly so inspired by them. I would send her asks with prompts, and to my utter delight and surprise, she wrote a few out!!!! They are still my favorites, and I still read them from time to time. About 13 months ago, she sent me a message after I left a comment on something of hers, and I grabbed on and held on to the convo like a life raft on open water.

Soon after, I created this blog on January 20th, 2018. I started reblogging like a wildfire, and I could not get enough.

Next, would definitely be staganddragon (not entirely sure if she wants her new blog to be separate now, so I will keep silent on her blog name). Emily wrote amazing songs, like songs I would listen to on repeat over and over and over and over. This was all around 12 months ago, a little after I started to talk with Jeni, and I got so so so inspired by the song Tuesday Morning, that I just HAD to write. I sat down, and in one five hour sitting, cranked out my first fic. Emily was super supportive, so was Jeni (who at this time didn’t know yet that I was this blog, she thought we were two separate people), and I was riding high.

Soon after, Jeni made a post, or said something, about how there should be more fairytales for drarry, and I quite agreed, and reblogged the post saying that if she wrote one for me, I would write one for her. She agreed, and tagged my other blog only to find out it was me all along, and I went into writing my next fic(s). Jeni gifted me The Nightingale, and I gifted her my cinderella AUs that Emily graciously beta-ed and grew to be more out of control than I thought. I was hooked.

After that, things happened fairly quickly for me. I started betaing, I joined the discord, I met so many amazing people through it (especially in the sprinting section), I wrote more, I responded more to content, I created content.

I met @morgendaemmerung89 who drew me this for one of my drabbles (that I still scream about constantly)

I met @gnarf who is an absolute gem, and inspired me so so much with the fact that she essentially TAUGHT HERSELF ENGLISH TO WRITE, and wrote such heart wrenching stories like Harry Potter’s Biggest Fan

I wrote a birthday present for carpemermaidtales, and a present for @goldentruth813 (who also was so kind and inspiring as a writer and as a supporter with every single person she interacted with. Like... I was in awe. Still am most of the time)

I made friends with @snortinglaughter by telling her we were best friends anonymously and giving her clues as to who I was through anon before she found me (which kinda might be my MO but hey, here we are right?) because Gigi was the absolute best and I was obsessed with her blog as well as her writing such as this one

I was obsessed with @decanthrope‘s ability to say such bizarre things and weave a story out of a single sentence. There is also that way the fics were written so supremely well as well. Take a look

I don’t even remember how I became friends with Jess, @nifflers-n-nargles, but her writing is amazing and I can’t for the life of me tell you how happy I am that I did, as we are married on discord now with @hogwartsfirebolt (who is the sweetest and the loveliest and all around the best ok ok she writes like a dream) Gigi, and @slashfoxes (who had her birthday on my blogs birthday so of course we were destined to be, here is some of her hot stuff)

I talked to @mzuul a few times after I sent her anonymous love letters through the ask box because her art literally makes my heart stop beating for a few seconds so I can take in how utterly amazing it is, and low key inspired me to try to draw a little on my own

I met @foularcadebanana, whom I love with all of my heart, and literally helped me through so fuckign much its not even funny. She was my biggest supporter over the summer with some fics of mine, and I can’t tell her enough how grateful I am for her. I wrote her this little thing here, and if you haven’t read her stuff, please fucking do here is her Big Bang (yes, she did do that kudos to her)

I met @violetclarity who is a gem of a human, and me in like 4 years I have decided, who writes magNIFICENTLY so please check her out

@xx-thedarklord-xx is literally a sweetheart (though she might try and deny it) and I am still shocked that she actually talks to me because she was a BIG name to me starting off, and I ADORED her blog so much, still do, and her writing skills I would literally kill for

@jadepresley talked to me after I left one too many screaming comment on her current fic (seen here), which is absolutely wild and boggles my mind every time it happens... we are best friends now though. NO ONE CAN TAKE THAT FROM ME

@jet-playin writes the funniest and hottest things, and honestly I loved every bit of our interactions

@assassinsdragons was one of the first blogs I noticed in my notes, and everything she had to say was so incredibly kind, and she writes now tooo!!!

@saintdrarry makes absolutely stunning artwork. I am still in awe looking at it, and you should be too. I am so impressed with this gal, let me tell you, she will go places, and I am so happy to be apart of her life

I really can’t tell you how much these people have affected my life and influenced it for the better. Of course, this isn’t everyone, not even close, but just know how thrilled I was to know all of you. Thank you so so so much.

#it's my birthday!#my blog birthday!!#whoop whoop #not hp #just... thank you all #i love you so much #and im so incredibly happy to share this with all of you #<3 #phia rants #phia rambles #like #rambles so hard #whoot whoot #but seriously a bigger thank you cannot be said #you are all precious to me #and so many more people than this #god i need to do more constant appreciation posts

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