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pharawee · 1 year ago

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Last year I made a (very random) post about QL actors celebrating Bangkok Pride so this year I decided camp the socials again to find familiar faces because it was a lot of fun to do and it made me incredibly happy. 🌈

There's a lot of different parades and events today with more to come in the following weeks. Some actors might have to work today or won't post pictures until later. They might be attending in a different city or voice their support in other ways. Please remember that celebrating Pride is fun and not an obligation.

That being said, let's start with the kings, Porsch Apiwat and Arm Sappanyoo (who are already dressed up to marry asap)

Followed by Earth Katsamonnat/Cooheart in beautiful traditional Thai dress:

City of Stars' Job Krisz & Porsche Sitha (and if they want to kiss on the mouth again they should totally do that because gtfo toxic fandom) along with some more of their Star Hunter friends.

(Some of) the Playboyys: Shell Thakrit, Dech Narongdet, Vivit Pharunrit, Boat Pakorn, Fay Chintub & KaowOat Supasin waving their own banner.

LYKN (who have their own float)

And hey look, I found Emi Thasorn looking cute as heck:

Ohm Thitiwat & Atom Nathapop on a jetski.

Frame Ritchanon, Ryan Panya & Kong Kooppong looking way better in motion.

Kun Kittikkun alongside Sprite Patteerat looking absolutely stunning.

No pics of the Bad Guy My Boss boys but here we have Kad Ploysupa, James Hayward Prescott, Nick Steiner Gaksch, Fam Thanupat, Kin Anakin & Perth Napat celebrating (source).

Earth Teerapat (who went from Earth to Din and back to Earth), Double Tubthep (House of Stars) & First Kantapon representing Bibbidii Entertainment.

Tong Thanayut looking v cute as usual. 🥰

Yoshi Rinrada being the most beautiful girl around.

Top Piyawat (Every You, Every Me) celebrating with a hashtag that tumblr won't let me share (but if you click on the pic you can find it because he's right 🌈).

Nef Rattanan & Bix Tagon looking v sweet and colourful (so the exact opposite of their characters in Love Syndrome: The Beginning):

Big Thanakorn, Seng Wichai and Pan Bhumintr promoting safe sex:

Turbo Chanokchon and his brother Fourwheels Chayanond celebrating together:

Silvy leading the marching band (make sure to click on the source because it's a whole video and it's perfect):

Ending this post with the Playboyys because I can:

(It's 11pm in Bangkok now and today's parades have ended. If I find more stragglers I'll add them here but I'll probably make a separate post for actors joining other Pride events. Happy pride month everyone! ILU💜💙💚💛🧡❤️🩷)

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ethereacals · 5 months ago

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so american <3

CHAPTER TWO: BRUTAL

synopsis: Remus grows attached to an American transfer student from Ilvermorny pairings: remus lupin x gryffindor!american!reader

content: stupid gilderoy makes fun of ur accent >:(, remus and r share a cute lil moment, remus comfort

warnings: profanity (:

wc; 1.6k

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EVERYONE WANTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT the new american girl

What was American food like?" "Have you ever been to New York?" "Disney World?" "Disneyland?" "Have you gone to Florida?" "How much does it rain?" "Did it snow at Ilvermorny?"

Every single one of those questions were asked by James and Peter.

You really didn't mind the curiosity, and in your head it made it less embarrassing for you to ask questions about their culture and life since they equally didn't know anything about yours.

Your questions were justified.

Everyone was extremely kind and forgiving as you made your way around the colossal school that was Hogwarts.

For the most part.

There were a few people who didn't really appreciate your presence.

Mulciber and Avery thought of you very little, not even relating to your blood-status.

And one boy in particular thought your accent was the funniest thing since The Prewitts had unleashed the giant squid in the third-floor corridor.

He was then stuck there for 1 month.

They haven't run out of ink for the quills since, on the bright side.

But you weren't sure how you felt about someone poking fun at your accent.

It simply wasn't something you could control, sure you could fake a british accent. But what good would that do?

Everyone already knew you were from America.

And you weren't making fun of their accents.

"She calls pop- So-da, what even is So-da?" The ever-famous wizarding world Quidditch gear model- Gilderoy Lockhart mocked, and his posse of surrounding fifth year girls giggled in agreement.

Remus was fuming, all the way across the Great Hall from the Ravenclaw table.

He could tell you were upset by this, but you didn't want to draw anymore unwanted attention onto yourself.

So you tucked your head in your arms, and merely pretended to be studying your Herbology book.

"For a Ravenclaw, He's not very smart, y'know?" Remus snapped bitterly, James looking up from his Potions essay.

"He's like that guy from that movie my mum loves." James equated, looking over to Sirius for his agreement.

"Which one?" Asked Sirius, his head cocked to the right slightly.

"Grease." Sirius stared blankly.

"Danny Zuko?" James sighed defeatedly, knowing of his boyfriends' infatuation with Danny Zuko.

"Oh, I forget the movie isn't called 'Greased Lightning'." Sirius sighed dreamily in the reminder of Danny Zuko from Grease.

The two boys' conversation faded into the background, as you heard Remus mumbling to himself softly.

"Shut up, Lockhart." His fists clenched, his knuckles going white.

Something had been up with Remus for the last few days, and you had not a clue why.

He'd almost been more attached to you than usual, always by your side, always protecting you.

And what made matters weirder was that James and Sirius kept alluding to "The Big Night".

Whenever they mentioned it, Remus would either shy away or shush them coldly.

Gilderoy's deep, egotistical voice echoed in your head as he poked fun at something you couldn't control.

And you feared Remus could sense your discomfort.

The patience level Remus' head snapped, and he pushed himself up to his feet and marched over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Didn't your mum ever teach you how to not be a dick, Lockhart?" Remus snarled, as you turned around- absolutely mortified.

"Excuse me, Lupin?" Gilderoy clutched his pearls (which weren't imaginary), as he gawked at Remus' tone

"You're excused." He deadpanned, the girls surrounding the boy quickly saw themselves out of the conversation.

"You need to shut your damn mouth about Y/N." Remus spat, towering over Gilderoy.

"And what if I don't? Why? Is she your little girlfriend?" Gilderoy bit back, seemingly proud of himself for his little quip.

"W-What? No! I just know how to be a good friend and I know that you are hurting her feelings." Remus was quick to defend his actions.

"You're just jealous that I have a pond of girls surrounding me, and you don't! Right ladies?" He turned around to see that none of them had stuck around.

"Looks like you bored them, Lockhart." Remus smirked, as Gilderoy stood up- fuming.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you how to respect your superiors?" "I surely don't hope you mean yourself."

"I do! As a matter of fact. And I don't think your parents did, because why else would your father have married a filthy muggle-"

*CRACK*

Gilderoy clutched his perfect nose in agony, as Sirius cheered complimentary.

Remus had just broken a boy's nose for you.

Your heart really shouldn't have fluttered like it did.

"I'M SORRY I GOT YOU DETENTION."You apologized, feeling rather badly that he punched someone because they were being rude to you.

"It's alright, It was worth it to shut Lockhart up." Remus shrugged, his knuckles wrapped in bandages.

"Still, you didn't have to do it for me. Thank you." You expressed, a small smile spreading on his lips.

"Your welcome, Y/N."

It was a lovely evening at the Astronomy tower.

The sky was crystal clear, and the stars were illuminated by the beautiful waxing moon.

It was nearly full.

"I... apologize if I've been off this week." Remus hesitated, glancing over at you quickly.

"It's alright, Remus. Everyone has bad weeks." You accepted, a hand coming to his shoulder consolingly.

"I'm glad you understand." The tension in his shoulders released steadily.

"I'll always try to." You smiled comfortingly.

HOGSMEADE WEEK WAS UPON all third-year students and above.

Hogsmeade Week was the first week that Hogsmeade would be open for students to come and go as they please.

Shops that were owned by alumni hosted parties and celebrations.

And Remus had planned to take you to your first ever party at Hogwarts.

Lily had invited you to get ready with her and the girls.

"So, Y/N. Did Ilvermorny have any sort of Hogsmeade place?" Mary asked, while meticulously placing small butterfly clips in her hair.

"No, not really. We usually just went on school trips every so often."

You explained casually.

“Where did you hang out, then?” Marlene quirked her brow, lounging next to Dorcas.

“No where, really. We just hung out in our common rooms and on the grounds.” You tried to gaze over to her, but Lily scolded you for moving your head as she was busy curling your hair.

"That's interesting. I couldn't imagine not having somewhere to get food that wasn't served by the house-elves." Alice mused, puckering her lips to apply gloss.

"Alright, I think it's done." Lily marveled at her masterpiece that was your hair.

"Wow.. Lily, it's amazing." You smiled, standing up to hug her generously.

"Oh, It's nothing." Lily reasoned humbly.

"Ready to go?" Mary handed Lily her purse.

"Absolutely." Lily grabbed your hand excitedly, and pulled you out of the dorm room.

"SHE LOOKS PERFECT." Remus stared at you in utter awe.

You were stunning.

Remus knew you always had been, even since the day he met you.

But today was certainly no exception, as you looked exceptionally beautiful.

"Remus!" You shouted excitedly over the booming music, as you ran to him through the thick crowd.

He relished how your gorgeous eyes lit up just at the mere sight of him.

He caught you as you jumped forward to hug him, spinning you around.

"Hi, dove." Remus smiled, plopping you back down on your feet.

"You look great!" You praised enthusiastically.

"Thank you, and you look lovely." He brushed a hand through your hair.

The party was in full swing.

Unbeknownst to you both, Sirius and James had been plotting something.

They saw how Remus' eyes could pick you out from a huge crowd. How even if there were dozens of free tables in the library, you would choose to sit at Remus'. How he shared his chocolate with you (he never once had given James a piece of chocolate). How you read every single book he suggested to you.

Now- sure, you could just be really good friends.

But James and Sirius weren't stupid.

Their boy was in love.

So, they devised a plan to somehow lock you and Remus in a supply closet in The Three Broomsticks (the party venue) for a few minutes, and see what happens.

Was it a great idea? No, but would it get some clueless people to think for a moment? Absolutely.

Just as they were figuring out the logistics to the plan, Marlene suggested to play "The Closet Game".

Which her and Mary made up last time, and It was a bit it.

Basically, everyone would decide on one person to go into the closet and wait. Then, everyone would then close their eyes and someone else would have to decide themselves to go in after the person. Once that person was in the closet, they would shut the door. Everyone outside of the closet had a few minutes to guess who was in the closet.

After a few rounds, and some right and wrong guesses.

Lily voted on you to go in the closet first. Then Marlene. Then Mary. Then Dorcas. Then Alice. Then Sirius. Then everyone.

Well, everyone except for Remus.

He didn't seem very enthused, clearly only playing because you were.

There weren't that many playing, but he did know of some of the blokes playing and he didn't want you anywhere near them.

So then, it was time to close their eyes.

Remus' eyes shut, and he panicked.

The wait inside the closet felt antagonizingly long, until- you heard the door click shut.

Someone had walked in.

Tune in next time on; so american <3

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fear-is-truth · 6 months ago

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What do you think would happen during a movie night with the Evans? I mean in a "what would you watch?" and "what would be the general reactions to the movie?" way, not a "would you fuck on the couch?" kind of way.

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans x movie date .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ james march ‧ kai anderson ‧ austin sommers ‧ luke cooper

a/n: thank you for the req !! i love movies (ty for clarifying too lol) warnings — murder mention

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate would definitely pick something horror-centric, like the blair witch project, pet sematary, night of the living dead, or the exorcist.

as the movie progresses, he’d be pretty quiet, watching you more than the screen.

won’t forget to drop morbid little comments that makes him sound like a complete sociopath.

the second you show the slightest sign of fear, tate is on full alert. it’s like a switch flips. he might still tease you a little, like “don’t tell me you’re scared of that,”

if you flinch or jump, it’s his cue to wrap you up in his arms, assuring you the scary stuff isn’t real. in some kind of fucked-up way, it’s almost like he enjoys seeing you vulnerable, but only bc he wants to protect you from the scary stuff.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would definitely lean toward the hopeful, heartwarming side of things. think shawshank redemption or green book that’s got that feel-good vibe, something that makes you believe in the good of people. he’d also want to watch something uplifting, like the pursuit of happiness or forrest gump—movies where the character fights through adversity and comes out on top.

you’d have a big bowl of popcorn to go with the movie. and a few blankets.

he would be super involved. probably a little emotional, especially with movies that tug at his heartstrings. “this part always gets me,” he’d admit, wiping his eyes discreetly if he got too caught up in the feels.

post-movie, he’d want to discuss the themes and characters. “you see how they never gave up hope? that’s the kind of message we all need.”

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

frat!kyle’s movie taste would likely be a mix of blockbuster sci-fi and superhero films. he likes action, adventure, the sort of movies you can quote with your friends or wear merch to.

i think he’d like franchises like star wars, indiana jones, jurassic park, the avengers, men in black etc.

lots of cuddling.

⟢ franken .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

something light and nostalgic like a studio ghibli movie. like ponyo or my neighbor totoro.

(because im the writer and i said so. )

he’d make it cozy with lots of blankets and snacks. the whole vibe would be super comfy. kyle would be super focused the movie, glancing over at you every now and then to make sure you’re having a good time as well.

when something cute or magical happens in the film, you’d hear his soft “aww” or “look at that,” because he gets genuinely excited.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

james wouldn’t actively seek out movies, sneering about how they lack the depth and refinement of true art forms like poetry or opera.

he’d explicitly detest hollywood, finding it gaudy and tasteless, particularly because of his ex-wife elizabeth’s infatuation with rudolph valentino.

however, if you wanted to watch something, he’d grudgingly agree, more for your sake than his own. his curiosity would be piqued by gory horror films—saw, hostel, or the texas chainsaw massacre.

as the movie progressed and the gore got more creative, his interest would visibly pique. he’d lean forward, eyes narrowing, as if studying the screen like a scholar. might even occasionally pause the movie to dissect a particularly inventive murder, speculating about the tools used or admiring the “execution” (pun intended)

the intricate methods of destruction would catch his interest. he’d remark about the “artistry” of a scene involving a particularly gruesome demise and might even murmur under his breath about how the filmmakers had some semblance of vision after all.

“ah, see how the arterial spray creates that beautiful arc on the wall?” or “the creativity in dismemberment is… admirable,”

he’d almost certainly take mental notes, planning to incorporate some of these techniques into his own macabre masterpieces.

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would pick something like the social network, the matrix, fight club, or american psycho. we’re talking straight-up incel film bro material.

kai wouldn’t just watch the movie—he’d analyse the hell out of it. he’s the guy who makes watching movies an intellectual exercise but secretly just wants you to agree with him.

would definitely test you during the film, asking, “do you get it?” or “what would you do in this situation?”

the matrix? he’s mansplaining about the red pill and how people are blind sheep in the “system.” the social network? he’s cackling when eduardo gets screwed over by zuckerberg, saying, “he deserved it for being soft.” american psycho? he’d call it a critique of society.

he’d be so obnoxious during fight club, quoting lines like, “the things you own, own you,” and trying to explain to you how it applies to your life.

he’d fw tyler durden HEAVY. unironically.

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

the three-time tony award winner would gravitate toward films that scream high art—think something like the seventh seal by ingmar bergman or 8½ by fellini—stuff that almost feel like a performance or a commentary on cinema itself.

old-school classics, like citizen kane or the godfather—the ones that’ve stood the test of time. they’ve got that “cinematic art” thing that makes him feel like he’s part of some exclusive club.

if it’s a more recent flick, though, it’s gotta have substance. i think he’d enjoy black swan because it’s dark, intense, and shows true artistic struggle.

he’d admire the actors, the cinematography, whatever gives off that “artsy” vibe. if it’s too mainstream or shallow, though, forget about it. he’s not wasting his time on that.

even during the movie, he’d find ways to bring up the “black pill”. “this is why creative people—real artists—need something more than just hard work. black pill, that’s the real key to unlocking that next level of creativity.”

⟢ 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑.

luke would still call citizen kane his favourite movie, but not in a pretentious film snob way—he’s genuinely proud of himself for loving a “classic.” he’d talk about how his grandpa introduced it to him as a kid, and how it gave him the revelation that movies could be more than just entertainment.

his other favourite is the boondock saints, which he doesn’t try to justify with highbrow reasoning.

during movie nights, luke would occasionally point out a few obscure behind-the-scenes facts only because he couldn’t help himself, but otherwise let you watch in peace.

would 100% use the “resting his arm and casually drapes around your shoulder” tactic.

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wasteddmoondust · 1 year ago

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car mirror selfies || james potter

pairing: james potter x bestfriend's sister!reader 826 words, reader is sirius' little sister, secret relationship at the start, accidental announcement?????, suggestive joke towards the end. a/n: THIS CAME TO ME WHEN I SAW A TWEET BUT I LOST THE TWEET (also, not proofread pls be nice)

"When do you think we should tell them?"

You're with James. You're right next to him but you're also with him romantically.

It just sort of happened. One of those moments where you're hanging out and he just leans in and you also lean in and suddenly you're kissing. It's been very slow and sweet between the both of you since then.

As much as your now boyfriend would love to scream from the top of the hills about you, there's just one tiny problem.

"You want me, your girlfriend, to tell your best friend, my brother, that we are dating?"

"Well, Remus too-"

"Still! You see my point."

James lets out an exasperated sigh and shrugs. "We'll have to tell him eventually."

You bite the inside of your cheek. "I feel like at this point I rather him find out accidentally."

You should probably watch what you wish for.

It's Saturday afternoon, before your bi-weekly hangouts with your brother and his friends. Sirius had told you and James to meet at his car which was parked in the mall car park while he and Remus ran errands.

Five minutes pass by since the both of you arrive, and the other two are nowhere to be seen. It's not likely for them to be late, but you'd still let it slide.

"I wonder what's taking them so long..." you say. You decide to take out your lip gloss and reapply it, using the car's window as a mirror.

James smiles at you. He loves the way you concentrate and slowly apply it onto your lips and smack them together when you're done. He knows you'd kiss him on the cheek later and he'll keep the gloss stain on for as long as he could.

"Come here, babe," he says, using his arm to wrap around your neck as he pulls you closer to him. He pulls out his phone and aims the camera at the window. He starts to snap a photo.

"Cute," you say, smiling.

The both do a few poses. Smiles, sticking out tongues. You pucker your lips to pose, and James presses a kiss to his cheek and takes a photo of that, and you kiss his cheek back.

Just then, the car window slowly winds down.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Sirius asks, his brows furrowed and mouth agape.

You've never wanted to bury yourself underground so badly in your life until this moment.

The three of you are in silence for what felt like forever. James breaks it first.

"We were... taking selfies?" Wow. James, the love of your life, cannot even save his own life.

Sirius gets straight to the point. "How long has this been going on?" he asks.

You decide to speak this time. "Like... three weeks ago?"

He raises his brows, he looks curious now. "Before or after March 31st?"

"Before."

Sirius gasps, so loud that you and James flinch. He claps his hands, the sound echoing through the underground car park. "Remus owes me so much money!" he exclaims.

What?

"You bet on us?" you almost yell, once you realise what he said.

Sirius laughs. "On New Year's, Remus said he thought you two would get together by the end of the year. I knew better, you'd have it solved by March." He shrugs.

You scoff, "I can't believe this."

"Oh come on, I believed in you! You finally did something!"

James cuts in. "I made the first move," he announces confidently.

Sirius turns to look at him, his face now deadpan. "You're my best mate, James. But if you hurt my sister don't think I won't hunt you down."

James backs up suddenly, losing all said confidence. He mumbles an 'okay'.

You look at your brother. "You're not mad?"

"Why should I be? If anything, I rather have you be with James than some random git." The look on your face doesn't change much. He sighs. "You know what? Fine, I'm happy for both of you and I only want the best for you, blah blah blah. Are you happy now? Get in the car, and hold hands or whatever, I'm fine with it."

You and James look at each other. He smiles at you and shrugs, opening the door for you to enter. He gets in with you and doesn't hesitate to link his arm with yours, intertwining your fingers together. He squeezes your hand, and you know it's for reassurance.

Sirius happily sighs from the driver's seat, watching the two of you from the interior mirror. "Ah, young love," he says, crossing his arms.

"Please shut up, you're just a year older than me," you say. "I still can't believe you bet on us like that."

"Be happy for me! I'm now a whole one grand richer."

"You bet one thousand?!"

"Yes. But honestly? Remus can just repay me with some really good he-"

You kick the back of his seat.

a/n: i know it's not teacher and james but!!!! don't worry babes have this in the mean time, may this be the start of my motivation coming back. thank you guys! <3 likes and reblogs are appreciated

#marauders x reader #marauders imagine #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter imagine #zee writes

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natalievoncatte · 8 months ago

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31. Spookycorp

(Yes I know it’s late. I have a permit. I can do what I want.)

Lena adjusted her cheap plastic tiara, which she’d had chosen herself at a Spirit Halloween. Though she would never admit it, Lena felt giddy when she went shopping now. She used to just send Jess or use a high end shopping service; Lena Luthor had neither the time nor the patience to fumble with checkout lines and coupons, but post-L-Corp Lena, private citizen Lena, head of a charity org and retired from corporate sharkery Lena delighted in it. In a sweater and leggings with her hair in a simple ponytail and glasses not contacts, she felt human. Normal.

Her costume was simple, the tiara and a goofy floofy mini dress she’d picked up at a thrift store, and a wand to top it all off. Kara recognized her immediately.

“Let me guess, a good witch?”

Lena stood in the door and beamed, nudging her glasses. She was still getting used to them every day but her therapist had insisted she stick with the changes she made.

(The penthouse was going on the market and she was selling her Louboutins. Most of her Louboutins. She was finally telling that little voice in her head that sounded like Lillian to SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER whenever it admonished her about not being perfect enough)

Kara was dressed in an all-green ensemble with a pointed hat resting on her head and a cheesy plastic bow on her back.

“Robin Hood?”

“Of Locksley,” Kara bowed.

(If I’d know, I’d have dressed as Maid Marian.)

She beckoned Lena to enter in an expensive gesture and watched her step inside, her gaze lingering in a way that made Lena tingle all over, goose flesh rising on her arms. She hopped up onto a stool and smiled when Kara handed her a beer.

“They make pumpkin spice beer now?”

“Mmmm,” Kara said, nursing her own. Lena’s eyes widened when Kara tipped a flask into it; a sticker on the side read Not For Humans.

“Just a little to loosen me up,” said Kara. “It’s a party.”

Kara sat down on the other side of the table and just… looked at her. She looked at Lena with her chin resting on her fist and a soft distant look on her face, and Lena stared back just as intently, entranced by the way her sunny curls escaped her sloppy ponytail and framed her face.

The spell, as it were, was broken by a knock at the door. The snacks were coming, an absurdly huge order that Lena had placed while she was on her way. As the bewildered delivery boy accepted her excessive tip, Kara carried the bags into the apartment, and together they began laying it all out on the kitchen island.

Brainy and Nia were the first to arrive. They wore matching silver body suits and Nia had put on a gloss of green makeup: Querl simply disabled his image inducer.

“We’re aliens!” Nia chirped. “Lena I love your outfit! Wait is Kara Robin Hood? Lena, why aren’t you Maid Marian?”

Lena froze, suddenly aware of Kara’s tense presence beside her. She didn’t dare turn her head and gauge Kara’s reaction.

“Did you purchase every potsticker in National City?” Brainy asked, almost pointedly snapping the tension.

Kara laughed. “I think Lena just wants to keep me from eating everything else.”

Alex and Kelly also showed up in marching costumes, making the moment even more awkward. They were married, of course, so they were supposed to coordinate.

Alex strutted into the apartment, grinning, and threw back the cowl of her Batman costume, as Kelly rolled her eyes behind the mask of her Catwoman outfit.

“That’s cute,” said Kara. “Did you guys like flip a coin to decide who was who?”

Alex poked the gray fabric over her stomach. “You know what, Kara? Sometimes I want people to know I have abs too. And unlike some people I have to work for mine.”

Kara poked out her tongue and shoved a beer in her hand as Kelly pulled Lena into a hug.

After a toast to James, and J’onn, and Winn, and absent friends, Kara started the first movie of their marathon. Each couple had selected one film, and Alex’s selection went first: a really weird movie called The Keep.

“This was originally three hours long before the studio butchered it, but it’s still a classic,” Alex explained. “It’s Michael Mann’s only horror movie.”

Lena found it largely incomprehensible and not very scary, and there were some scenes, especially the nonsensical sex scene, that made the experience a tad awkward.

“If I was in an ancient castle in Carpathia and the crosses in the wall started glowing, I would not mess with them.” said Kara.

“Yes you would,” Alex snorted. “Your approach to danger is to shove you arm in it.”

Kara drained her beer and rolled her eyes. Lena glanced over at her and giggled, nursing the last of hers.

“Want another one?”

Lena nodded, and Kara got up to get them more drinks. Lena lost interest in the movie as she watched Kara cross the apartment and bend low to grab two more bottles from the bottom shelf of the fridge, bending at the hips. The bottom of her tunic pulled up over her muscular backside and the buns of steel strained her green leggings.

(She would annihilate me with a strap)

When Kara stood up, Lena snapped her gaze around and found everyone staring at her, Nia suppressing a giggle. They all looked endlessly amused, except Brainy, who had a self-satisfied smirk, as if he’d beaten her at chess.

Kara sat down and passed the cold beer to Lena, saying, “these movies would be scarier if they didn’t all have a bad guy I could just toss into space.”

She looked at Lena and raised her arm to curl her bicep.

Lena felt her soul almost leave her body and took a drink from her beer to hide the shivers.

The movie ended and Nia jumped up to put on her selection, which she proudly announced to the group. “ARMY OF DARKNESSSSS!” she shouted, clapping her hands.

Lena hasn’t seen this before and even though there was a ten minute prologue explaining what the hell it was about, Lena finally just decided to stop caring about the plot and just go along for the ride.

Kara had apparently seen it and she and Nia went back and forth quoting the dialogue back and forth at each other and gobbling snacks. Alex and Kelly seemed more interested in each other and had gone fairly quiet.

Lena was more interested in Kara. Her joy was infectious, especially after a third beer.

It was getting cool in the apartment by the time they were ready for the final movie, and Lena’s outfit was hardly warm. Kara felt her shiver and got up, coming back with a stack of blankets, which the others accepted.

Kara then took her cape and spread it over Lena. The fabric was stout and heavy and lay warmly about her as she tucked it under her chin.

“Uh oh,” said Alex. “Lena gets the Superblankie.”

“Oh, shut up,” Kara said.

“Lena always gets the Superblankie,” Nia agreed.

“Guys!” Kara said, sounding a little panicked.

“Start the movie already,” Kelly yawned, breaking the tension.

Kara put on the final movie, her choice: Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

No one remarked that for movie choosing purposes, Lena and Kara had been expected to act as a couple. Kara sat down on the sofa with Lena and pulled the cape around them both, tucking them tightly together and sharing her blessed, glorious body heat. Kara ran about three or four degrees hotter than a baseline human and it made her a living space heater. Lena adored it.

She adored a lot of things about Kara, like her laugh and her smile and that funny little scar, the only imperfection on her invulnerable body. She adored the way her blue eyes glittered like sapphires in the dark apartment, and the soft pillow of her bottom lip and her big strong hands and the way she was always laying a protective arm across Lena’s shoulders, making her feel so safe and…

Lena turned her attention to the movie. It was a comfort choice of hers and she knew it by heart, so it was easy to relax into Kara and not worry too hard about how much she was utterly, irrevocably, cruelly in love with her unattainable best friend.

The apartment was quiet. Lena was fairly sure that Alex was asleep and Kelly was mellow, too entranced with her new wife to care about anything else, and the way that Brainy and Nia were tucked under their blanket and whispering to each other made Lena hot with jealousy.

Kara’s chest hitched and Lena turned to her sharply.

“What is it, darling?” she murmured.

“Nothing,” Kara lied, then whispered. “This is so sad.”

She took Lena’s hand and Lena almost died on the spot, and it got worse when Kara nuzzled her chin into the crook of Lena’s shoulder.

Out of nowhere, half an hour later, Kara murmured, “if I lost you I think I’d become a monster too.”

Lena flinched, then turned to her. Kara was looking at her with big puppy dog eyes and that crooked little smile of hers, at once an honest smile and a smile for the keeping of secrets.

Everyone else was asleep, and would probably stay that way until morning.

“Kara,” Lena whispered.

Kara took it as an invitation, gently shifting so that Lena was now in her lap, and tucked Lena under her chin. She wrapped her arms around her and just breathed, chest gently rising and falling against her.

“I want you to know how sorry I am for all the things I’ve done,” Kara whispered into the top of her head. “I’ve never told you, I was gone before I could and after I got back I was scared.”

“Kara,” Lena murmured back, “darling, it’s alright.”

“I was so scared when I was there,” Kara said, not daring to name the Phantom Zone. “That place messes with time. I was terrified that if I ever got back you’d all be gone. You would be gone. I was so afraid it hurt.”

Lena went still, just listening.

“I’m so sorry, baby. You deserve better than me.”

“No I don’t,” Lena insisted, almost too loud. “No I don’t. There is no one better. God, Kara,” she softened her voice, “I think I fell a little in love with you the day we even met. I never used to believe in love at first sight or soulmates but… I am a witch after all.”

Kara let out a slow sigh. “Lena, are you saying…”

“Even when I was trying to tell you I hated you, I was telling you how much I love you. It’s you, Kara. It’s always been you.”

“I love you so much,” Kara said whispered, “I’ll love you forever.”

“Kara, everyone else is asleep,” she forced out, her jaw trembling from excitement. “Take me to the bedroom. Please.”

Kara said nothing but stood up in a single motion, lifting Lena with ease and curling her up in the cape. Lena didn’t think her feet ever touched the ground as they slipped into the bedroom and Kara laid her down on the bed, quickly and quietly closing the door before lunging into the bed, pressing Lena into the mattress with a barrage of hot, aggressively desperate kisses.

They were both quiet, Kara pausing only briefly to implore Lena with her eyes and wait for a murmured yes. There was something thrilling about the quiet, they way they swallowed their gasps and passed their moans softly through one another’s lips, and Lena would never forget the way Kara delighted in her, virtually worshipping her.

Lena returned the favor with with enthusiasm.

By morning, Lena was exhausted in every sense of the term and was curled up in a tangle of blankets and a snoozing Kryptonian.

There was a knock at the door.

“Well lock up on our way out,” Alex called. “By the way, you guys forgot about the whole keeping quiet thing about halfway through. Thanks for etching Lena yelling “daddy” into my brain.”

Kara snorted.

“Alex, I love you, but get out.”

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Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs Part 11

Happy Easter all! And in honour of the Dead Boy Detectives Anniversary I thought it was time for another fic rec list. Happy anniversary, fandom! You're all the best! ♥️

nobody ever made me crazy like this by Cesare

Edwin is cursed with the body of a beautiful girl and Charles has a lot of feelings about it. It's fun and I liked that Edwin is still very much himself, if feminised. The author is sensitive towards gender issues and it's nice to see Edwin have fun and experiment a little with supportive friends.

Is that a blue sky? It's about damn time by cordelianoir

Soulmate timer AU! Obviously, the implications of soulmate timers for payneland are interesting and give this fic a nice dose of melancholia.

it's magnetic, isn't it? (the sense of something underneath the surface) by KiaraSayre

Alive Boys AU where the boys get high and make out. Love that for them.

care and keeping by cutevamp

Charles-centric about Edwin getting Charles little gifts to show his appreciation (and maybe courtship??). It's super cute! Also the agency watches Heartstopper and teases Charles. Just adorable.

pandemonium: repose by singtome

Another Alive Boys AU, this time Charles is an exorcist trying to save possessed!Edwin. Fantastic concept and so well executed!

Devil on my Shoulder by lucrow

In which the boys encounter evil parallel universe versions of themselves who are insanely violent and also insanely in love. Honestly, I love Bonnie and Clyde payneland and given Charles' radical devotion, I can see it playing out like that, had they decided to go a less altruistic route. Also has fabulous fanart.

Lovely Poison by tragedy_machine

Charles is struck with a love potion (apparently) and Edwin is determined to Cure him of his totally-not-genuine affection. Kind of angsty and suspenseful.

Freeze by justafandomfollower

During a case, Edwin reckons with his Hell Trauma via a possessed doll. Part of a series exploring each member of the agency's fear responses.

Two Gay, Bitchy, Englishmen by ofstitches

In which Edwin and Aziraphale feud over books and Charles introduces Crystal to Crowley. Edwin Vs Aziraphale is so funny, think Unstoppable Force meets Unmoveable Object.

The Case of the Angel of Soho by polymona

Another Good Omens crossover! Featuring the boys sneaking into the bookshop over the years and a bonus appearance of Muriel! Short and sweet fic.

Somewhere Beyond the Sea by DontOffendTheBees

Ponyo AU! Insanely cute with serious baby Edwin and hyperactive fish!baby Charles. So far it's been about the boys growing up together, which is adorable, though there have also been hints of future Plot and some interesting worldbuilding details.

we get to stay around and watch the stars come out by laiqualaurelote

In which Charles is married to Crystal, who wants a divorce, and is father to twins, who are being bullied, and it all gets worse when they're attacked by armed gunmen. Black Doves AU written for Sparch (Spy March) with Spy Crystal and her long lost best friend Assassin Edwin making a truly excellent dramatic entrance at the end. It looks like they're all going to go on the run together and I honestly can't wait!

Go Loud by dear_monday and two_ravens

Another offering for Sparch, this time a Mr. and Mr(s) Smith AU. So so delicious.

He's beauty and he's grace by Hse11z5

Detective Charles Rowland must go undercover as a contestant at a beauty pageant so of course he needs a makeover! Featuring kind of a slob Charles endlessly pining over his totally uninterested partner Edwin and the Cat King as Michael Caine. This Miss Congeniality Sparch fic is so much fun!

ghost protocol by handwrittenhello

Another Sparch fic, but James Bond! In which Edwin is basically Q and must accompany Agent Charles Rowland in the field to save the world with his Maths Genius skills! Read it for yearning, disarming nuclear weapons and Edwin proving he's an absolute madman.

The Empire Below by dearheartdont

1920s AU for Sparch featuring Police Woman Niko going undercover to investigate drug deals in London's underground scene. So it's lucky she's also reconnecting with her good friend, Edwin Payne, who's willing to guide her through the empire's queer, criminal subcultures. Really interesting and evocative period setting (complete with period typical racism and misogyny) that also promises case fic and future palasaki and payneland. Recommended!

@dear-monday @dear-lucrow @dearheartdont @tw0-ravens @handwrittenhello @laiqualaurelote @dont-offend-the-bees @polymona @justafandomfollower @tragedy-machine @cordelia-noir @thenyoumaykissthebride @e-payne @codenamecesare @starsandatoms @guardianspirits13 @whatthehorsedoicallthisblog @bibliomancer7 @tumblerislovetumblerislife @tessaaaaa @shazziez @icurlybooks @lavenderlovers-stuff @kuwdora @tigerliliesandcherryblossoms @khorazir @avoiceofnerat @neurodivergent-fangirling @many-gay-magpies @c-rowland @extremely-eager-reader @northen-light @fairandfatalasfair @peppermenttea @movie-watching-monster @dbda-anniversary

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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 4 months ago

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Forgive The World

main masterlist | marvel masterlist

summary: a series of news articles describing your relationship with bucky

pairing: bucky barnes x popstar!reader

square filled: Singer AU for @avengers-assemble-bingo ’s Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo

rating: PG-13

word count: 0.6k

warnings: none

pairing note: i use pictures of dua lipa to capture the reader’s essence, but i still wrote the reader non-descript. also, i use multiple artists’ songs/lyrics (sabrina carpenter, ariana grande, nessa barrett, and taylor swift) and this is in no way me claiming to have written them. all rights to the proper owners. thank you.

author’s note: my first bingo! lettsss gooo!! this is less singer au and more popstar!reader, but i hope it still counts toward the bingo. also this is sooo far from the normal format i’m used to… can’t tell if i love or hate it.

music: forgive the world by nessa barrett

Y/N Y/L/N’S MUSE FOR HER NEW ALBUM

By Janett Smith | March 12, 2027

It is no secret that pop sensation Y/n Y/l/n has been dating the Avenger Bucky Barnes for nearly two years now. Since coming back from the blip, Y/n has released two studio albums and went on tour for several months. Now, she brings us yet another masterpiece of an album. And this one is called… (wait for it)... JAMES! How stinkin’ cute is that? And she released it two days after Barnes’ 110th birthday.

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Y/N Y/L/N ANNOUCES TOUR DATES

By Janett Smith | March 19, 2027

Start selling those kidneys ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary peeps because it’s official – Y/n Y/l/n is going on yet another world tour! This will be Y/n’s fifth world tour of her career, and tickets will go on sale in two weeks!

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Y/N Y/L/N STARTS SOLD-OUT WORLD TOUR

By Janett Smith | May 1, 2027

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Y/N Y/L/N WALKS MET GALA CARPET WITH BUCKY BARNES

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Y/N Y/L/N LYRIC CHANGE?

By Janett Smith | May 8, 2027

While performing last night, Y/n seemed to change a lyric in her iconic song Juno to highlight the fact that her boyfriend was in the VIP tent.

While usually singing “Oh I hear you knockin’ baby, come on up” fans were quick to notice Barnes’ shout out when she replaced “baby” with “Bucky”.

I think these two just became my favorite couple.

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Y/N Y/L/N’S 2027 WORLD TOUR – AN INSIDE LOOK

By Janett Smith | May 21, 2027

Last night I had the pleasure of finally seeing Y/n Y/l/n in concert for the first time. Warning, there will be spoilers for the tour in this article.

Y/l/n starts off the show with a video of Bucky Barnes playing on the screens and the first song she sings following the video is Into You.

After singing three more songs (Daylight, God is a woman, and Lover) there’s a quick outfit change. I don’t want to spoil everything, I suggest you go yourself and see Y/n Y/l/n’s beauty in person.

The final song Y/n sings is yet another love song for none other than Bucky Barnes. Forgive The World wraps up the whole show, accompanied by confetti.

After the show I had the privilege of going backstage to converse with Y/n. She invited me into her dressing room and I interviewed her while she got un-ready. Something that immediately struck me was the love this woman has for Barnes. We all know they’re in love, but something about seeing their relationship up close really struck a chord with me. She said something to me as she wiped off her make-up; “I get [Bucky’s] approval for every little detail, if he thinks the lights need to shine differently I make sure they do, if he thinks another song would fit into the set then I make it fit. I’m doing all of this for him so it makes sense to me to hear his opinion on things. Besides, I trust his taste in things, he’s dating me after all.” We both chuckled at her comment.

After our short interview while Y/n took off her make-up and hair extensions, she invited me to eat dinner with her and a few others.

At dinner I sat between two stagehands, Y/n sat next to Bucky.

I was close enough to overhear their conversation, which I of course will not be sharing. I’ll just leave you with this – there’s a lot of love between those two and I wouldn’t be surprised if they got engaged before the tour ends.

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes comfort #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #popstar!reader #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #marvel x you #marvel x reader #mcu x you #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n #sebastian stan #by astrid #by mind empty just fictional people #4BBingo

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Kick (March 30th)

word count: 794

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius smiles gently, looking up at James and Lily. He relishes in the relief that washes over him. He’s been so strung up ever since James’ patronus woke him up relaying the message that something was wrong. Sirius is glad that he feels like he can breathe again. “There’s nothing wrong with baby Potter-Evans.”

“Are you sure?” James asks, looking like he’s seconds away from crying. “Lily said she felt something like– like a flutter or–or, what was it, darling?”

Lily lets out a breath. “It just felt like something was off. I haven’t felt something like it before. Are you sure it’s okay in there, Sirius?”

“He or she, darling,” James mumbles, wiping his eyes under his glasses.

“Is he or she– I feel like it’s a boy, James, in my heart. Did I tell you?”

James is crying in earnest now. “I feel like it’s a boy, too!” James looks at Sirius. “Please tell me our son is all right.”

Sirius laughs. “He’s fine. I’m sure you’ve heard about baby kicks before. That’s what you felt, Lily. And it’s good! It means baby is right where we’d expect him to be, development wise. I still want you to stop by St.Mungo’s in the morning, you’re overdue for a check-up anyway. I’ll be there anytime after 7 a.m. But I can tell you right now that everything is peachy–”

Lily all but lunges at Sirius, engulfing him in a tight grip. The scent of her shampoo washes over him. “Thank you. Sirius, I love you. Thank you. Sorry for waking you up for something silly.”

Sirius shakes his head. He drapes his arms across Lily’s shoulders and pulls her closer to him. “I always want you to wake me up. And this isn’t silly, it’s important.”

“I could make out with you right now, Sirius,” James says absentmindedly. He sets both his hands on Lily’s midriff. “Do you think he’ll do it again?”

Sirius nods. “Definitely. It’ll probably get tedious after a while. Sorry, Lily flower.”

Lily shakes her head, grinning. “It’s too precious to get tedious, I think. It sort of reminds me that he’s actually in there! Growing organs and fingernails and getting strong enough so that he can join us over here soon.”

James lets out an actual sob. “He’s going to have such small fingernails.”

Sirius laughs, loud and sincere. He lets himself sit with James and Lily for a second. Then he says, “I think I should head back now. Remus wanted to come but the full moon yesterday was sort of awful. He couldn’t apparate. I should tell him that everything is fine”

“Awe, Remus,” Lily says, rubbing her bump. “Give him a kiss from me.”

“And me,” James says. “Two kisses from me, though. Better kisses, too. My kisses are better than Lily’s.”

Sirius laughs again. “Yeah, no way you’re a better kisser than Lily.”

“Thank you, Sirius,” Lily says, giggly and light. She kisses Sirius’ cheek before he apparates back home.

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“Everything is fine,” Sirius announces as soon as he’s in their kitchen. Remus startles from where he’s sitting, head resting on the kitchen table. The smell of chamomile and Remus are all around Sirius and he breathes in deeply.

This full moon really had been cruel. Remus’ left cheekbone is yellow and his undereyes are ink blue. He looks bone tired but still smiles at Sirius when he catches his eye.

“Thank Godric,” Remus says, mostly half asleep. He blinks. “Are you sure?”

Sirius kisses Remus’ bruised cheek twice. “Lily and James send kisses.”

“Cute,” Remus says, smiling tiredly.

“Baby was doing somersaults and Lily got alarmed.” Sirius explains. He then grins. “Not to brag but I’ve definitely consolidated the godfather spot tonight.”

Remus smiles more brightly. “Also cute.”

Sirius sits next to Remus in their dark kitchen. Remus rests his head on Sirius’ shoulder and Sirius performs another healing spell on Remus’ cheekbone. Werewolf-induced injuries were stubborn.

“Would you want to have children?’ Sirius asks softly. “With me, I mean.”

Sirius feels Remus smile against his shoulder. “Children, yes. With you? I’m not sure, Sirius, you’re going to have to let me sleep on it.”

“Har Har.”

“I guess the star names are cool. And the money that comes with your family name isn’t too shabby, either. But is that enough?”

“You’re hilarious, darling,” Sirius says, helping Remus stand up. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Remus resists Sirius pulling him up the stairs for a second. He looks at Sirius, expression open and honest. “There’s no one else I’d want to do it with, darling. But you know that. You have to know that.”

Sirius does. He kisses Remus’ cheekbone again. “This one is from me. And of course I know.”

#I love all of these people a not so normal amount I fear #sirus black #remus lupin #lily evans #james potter #pregnancy #healer!sirius #wolfstar #jily #remus x sirius #older marauders #my writing

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New Itch Games Dec to March 2025

Missed an edition of this regular round-up of new games on itch. If this is the first time you’re seeing one of these: they are mostly games that came through this form. I haven’t played or read them but each of them has something that made me sit up and pay attention. This is a particularly bountiful episode because I would play all of these games.

Deluge at Drizzle Distillery: There’s a magical storm at the holy water distillery! Oh no! An adventure by Mun Kao for Kala Mandala, his fantasy SE Asia setting.

Land in the Mist Starter Set: This is a horror game where you play through specific scenarios set in the real world between 1750 and 1850. The starter set contains all the rules and has an adventure, Of Pagans and Reindeer, set in Northern Finland in 1811. (Rat in a Suit / PWYW)

unfamiliar: A game of magical familiars who have lost or been abandoned by their wizardly masters. It’s partially inspired by We3 which is one of those sad comics designed to hit you right in the feelings. (Feature Creep / PWYW)

What Happened To Margot Kwan: This is a mystery for Girls at the Genziana Hotel, a PbtA game of maids in a hotel investigating the disappearance of one of their own. This moves the game to an American university town. Genziana Hotel is a really interesting game and this adventure/setting moves it into more explicitly Life is Strange territory. (Mynar Lenahan)

Tactical Espionage Action: Dice Goblin Games wrote 16 adventures for FIST, the occult espionage game, in two months. They include: infiltrating casinos, volcanic lairs, frigid research stations, colonial horrors, and of course, Satan trapped in a beach ball. (PWYW outside the bundle)

Alone in the Loop: A solo journalling game of a time traveler experience hope and despair as they explore the same loop over and over again. Great premise. (Paul Doyle / PWYW)

Mum Chums: A slice of life game about motherhood and looking after children from Tanya Floaker. It’s a real world game exploring real world themes, simultaneously high stakes and low stakes in the best way. (Unlimited community copies)

Faire Season 2: A group of historical reenactors at a Ren Faire-type event get pulled into an actual quest of myth and magic by the power of The Dream. It uses the Belonging outside Belonging system to explore our relationship to our roleplay alter-egos. (Okami)

Ringmaster: A Descended from the Queen game about a dark, magical circus. Honestly, that was enough for me. Like For the Queen, it revolves around a powerful NPC, the Ringmaster, and ends with a pivotal question: is the circus your home or your prison or both? (Spotless Dice Games)

One Of Us Will Die: A social deduction RPG of tragedy and fate. One of the characters, the Mark, knows they will die at the end but can’t say so. One of the characters is trying to kill the Mark before they can fulfill their destiny. The rest of the group are trying to save the Mark and maybe sacrifice themselves instead. (Titus Villanueva)

The Archivium: A solo dark academia game. By day, you’re a student. By night, you’re a guardian of a secret, magical library. You build out the archive and its weird classification system and play towards one of 16 endings. (Lich Light)

In Love With The Moon: The year is 1968. You are a team of scientists, crowded in an old castle where the air flows thick with LSD and there is a maze of rooms below you stocked with every scientific oddity, all for one purpose: to get you to the moon by whatever means necessary. (James Kerr / PWYW)

Ring-lationship Disc-ord: A game where you play Crokinole (!?) to tell the story of two people who are locked in an argument that stems from their past and identity. Truly one of the worst names for anything ever (I say this with love) but I am a sucker for using folk games to explore a story that resonates with their existing mechanics. (Colin Mancini, Sociable Turtle Games)

Codename: Cinderella: A cute one page game about espionage agents working for the Fairy Godmother to execute nursery rhyme-inspired missions. (Fuzztech)

The Burning of the Free Port of Dohn Amuran: This is an adventure for Grimwild from Natalie Ash. It’s a powder keg situation featuring a violent dockmaster, a free union of boat captains, and the adventurers with a chance to prevent bloodshed and broker a fragile peace.

Deadline: A GM-less, map-making, news-chronicling game. Play journalists who are capturing the story of a changing city with their headlines. The city itself is in the grip of an industrial revolution and all that entails. (Wanderers Tome)

I really enjoyed making this list. It just reminded me that there’s so many interesting games out there and I wish I had time to play them all. These designers are all doing fascinating work and making weird art. It makes me happy and I hope making this stuff made them happy too.

#ttrpg #indie rpg #ttrpg community #ttrpg design #rpg #game design #ttrpgsolidarity

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April 22nd and 23rd for @jilymicrofics with the prompts get and this

“Did you get something in the mail?”

She looks up from her Divination essay, making sense of Jupiter’s moons already hard enough without James Potter’s stupid questions. “How is that any of your business?”

“No, I – I think you may have gotten something as a mistake, or joke. I dunno.” He looks awkward, so unlike his usual cocky self and that’s enough to compel her to drop her quill.

“What have you done?”

“Nothing!” He tugs at his hair, glancing behind him before turning back towards her. “You wouldn’t open an anonymous message, right? You’d burn it or –”

“Piss off, Potter. I have work to do and you’re distracting me.”

The next morning, when she’s having breakfast with Sev, Potter’s words suddenly make sense and she wishes that for once in her life she listened to him. “This is a joke.” She tells her friend, watching as his face turns a delicate puce colour. “He’s an idiot, you know that.”

“I’ll be late for class.” He gets up briskly, avoiding her eyes. “I will see you later, Lily.”

She sighs, looking back at the piece of parchment that made Sev as angry as it made Potter embarrassed. It’s an admittedly cute drawing of her, smiling as she holds a golden snitch and in a small scribble tucked in the corner the initials of its author: J.P.

She wonders if she ought to give it back to him, or if she should march to the Gryffindor’s table and tell him off for drawing her, but for some reason she realises she doesn’t want to. She looks at Sev stalking out of the Great Hall to make sure he isn’t watching her and tucks the drawing back into her pocket.

#jily #jily microfic #james potter #lily evans #marauders #canon jily

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anonyymouslyyours · 1 year ago

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Hii! I love ur writing so much, I had a h/c fic idea for James but I can't write to save my life so I figured I'd request lmao. Feel free to ignore if it's not something ur interested in writing ofc.

I was thinking smtn where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her

getting around to answering some requests... i took a short break but im thinking about writing a bit again. this is just cute fluff. little rusty tho. 💞

james potter is an absolute idiot.. truly. and yet, somehow, you've still had a crush on him for 3 years. it's truly a marvel. james and his friends, fondly referred to as the 'marauders', often play practical jokes. of course, when out of the blue on a random tuesday james sheepishly approaches you asking if you want to go to hogsmeade together, you think it's some sort of joke. a cruel trick of the universe, to tug on your poor pining heart. so you scowl at him, and turn straight on your heel and march off.

james and you have been friends for years, longer then you've ever liked him, so the only logical answer is that its all a joke. a cruel joke. and one, though you'd never say to anybody else, hurts. a lot. so, like the very mature person you are, you decide to ignore his existence for the rest of the day, and the following morning. when james gets remus, your loyal potions buddy, to past notes to you in class, you throw them straight in the bin; ignoring remus's skeptical stare, with an eye-roll and shrug. and just as you think you've evaded him the whole day, he corners you as you leave history of magic.

"whats wrong with you? you've been ignoring me all day? did i fuck up that bad?" he says, hot on your heels behind you as you storm through the hallway away.

"you know james, if your gonna be such a fucking dick about peoples feelings, you shouldn't just expect them to take it. and if you do, consider yourself no longer my friend. don't talk to me, stop passing notes, stop staring at me, and stop corning me on my way out of class!" you snap, turning to stare at him with your arms folded.

and james, well, james just pouts. a confused look spreads across his brow.

"i- i thought you liked me? and i really like you- and i don't understand, i truly wasn't trying to play with your feelings or- or anything like that!" he replies, sounding adorably confused and sincere, and you falter.

"you asked me out as a joke james! how is that anything but playing with my-"

"sorry what? no! i was very serious. i like you. a lot. have for a while and it's taking me so, so long to work up the courage. i've taken too long and now i've blown it." james cuts in, stepping forward into your space, except you don't back away.

"you.. weren't joking?"

"of course not!" he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. he looks rather upset actually, a frown on his face.

you blink at him, stepping closer.

"you actually meant it? you, er, like me?"

"head over heels." he confirms, with a smile spreading across his face

"well then, ill see on saturday night." you say, a small smile in return before turning rather quickly away to rush off to your dorm, a light blush coating your cheeks.

james twirls on the spot, throwing his fist in the air in a quiet "yes!" before dashing after you.

"wait! where do you wanna go because i was thinking something special? my treat- god let me treat you right!"

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dearggntlereader · 7 months ago

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2nd: Gingerbread House ༻¨ : ·.. ｡⋆⍋*｡

Remus Lupin x reader CW: flustered Remus Lupin, kissing (?)

Remus always thought himself quite talented at charms. Well, maybe not talented like Sirius but he always made sure to balance that out with his excessive research and careful execution.

He always excelled at simple and more complicated charms in and out of the classroom, which caused him to assume some simple swings of his wand would make your and his baking date a bit more exciting for you.

And maybe he got a bit too cocky, trying to impress you, even when he knew very well that you did not need him to. Still, it’s your first date and he had been assured by his mates that he should put in some effort.

He had it all planned out.

Lumos Vitrum for softly glowing windows.

Fumos Dolcis for sugar like smoke coming from the chimney.

Scintillae Dulcia for sparkling and shimmering candy decorations.

Ambulocibus Dulcis to make the gingerbread man do a little dance with his gingerbread-wife.

And lastly, Nixus Placida for a gentle snowfall of powdered sugar.

All very easy but impressive charms. Remus would usually be able to perform them perfectly at 3am, high on 3 cups of coffees and sleep deprived.

He felt like James, fumbling any easy task in front of Regulus, as he tried to give the house some extra magical charm.

The structure of the house was finished already and you were looking at him all smiley and excited, pressing your lips to his every few minutes.

Your first kiss had been a few days prior but the prickly, excited feeling in his stomach had faded no more, now.

The glow in your bright eyes had reminded him of the first charm. He took out his charm with your soft eyes locked onto him and thighs pressed close to his.

Right before he was about to start the movement with his wand you pressed a long kiss on his upper cheek, right on his deepest scar. Your lips were warm and soft, loving as they pressed onto his skin.

The heat that took to his face will not be mentioned.

He blinked hard before focusing back onto the house. “Lumos Vitrum,” he whispered, his voice cracking the tiniest bit at the last second.

The windows started shining softly and your light gasp brought a smile to his face. He looked at you to drink in your lovely reaction, not realizing that the windows were flickering a bit every time his heartbeat heightened slightly from looking at you.

That’s really where it started getting out of order.

You were being so incredibly sweet, kissing him long and gentle. “This is so sweet, Remmy.” you muttered, the words lost in the kiss.

“It’s not a complicated charm,” Remus explained, still slightly panting from the kiss.

“Still, it’s cute.”

Another kiss.

At that point he just had to continue, wanting to bring that light of excitement to your eyes again.

Except, the sugar smoke ended up more like big cotton candy clouds looming over you two.

But, they made you laugh and you leaned closer to him. So really, it was a success.

Then, the candy started actually throwing sparks at you and the little gingerbread man simply stood up and walked away while his now ex-wife started destroying the house.

“God, they’re divorced.” you laughed, bumping his shoulder as he looked at the mess in shock. What did he do wrong?

You look at him with a humorous glint in your eyes. “Let’s hope that’s not a bad omen for our relationship.”

"Well, I suppose we can rule out a career in magical pastry arts for me," he muttered, waving his wand to tame the rogue gingerbread man, which had stubbornly marched in circles like it had somewhere very important to be.

"Maybe they just have a dramatic flair for storytelling. Every great gingerbread house needs a subplot, right?"

You burst out laughing at that, Remus’ slight embarrassment and dry tone sending you over the edge.

He couldn’t help but smile, the sound of your laughter cutting through his flustered state.

You giggled as you calmed down, looking at him again. “Who doesn’t love a good subplot?”

Another kiss.

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petals2fish · 3 months ago

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The sharp ring of the bell echoed through the apothecary, drawing Asterid March’s attention just as she carefully hung up a piece of lavender on rafters to dry. Her fingers faltered on the string tied bow for a moment, but she quickly steadied herself, trying to look normal. However, the flush of warmth creeping up her neck was unavoidable as she could see Burdock Everdeen stepping through the door in her side vision.

She ought to have recognized the whistling, he was rarely quiet. He stopped once the apothecary door shut, the whistling ending abruptly enough that she was almost disappointed. She liked his whistling habit. It reminded her of the mockingjays.

Burdock’s broad shoulders filled the doorway, and in his left hand, he carried a freshly caught trout, its silver skin shimmering under the dim light of the apothecary. Around his waist his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, as if thrown on hastily. Asterid’s heart skipped a beat, overlooking the dust on his threadbare jacket and uncombed chocolate colored hair.

She hadn’t always liked Burdock, but lately, everything about him drew her in like some sort of gravity.

His confidence was as undeniable as his bravery. Without a second thought, Burdock ventured far beyond the protective fences of District Twelve, to hunt for food and, more impressively, to gather rare plants in an area that most wouldn't dare approach. The dangers of the wilds beyond 12 didn't faze him; instead, they seemed to fuel his curiosity.

Lately, he had been stopping by the apothecary more often, pretty much ever since Asterid’s mother had started making Asterid work when she wasn’t in school.

“What’s up, Buttercup?”

He had a stupid grin on his face once the nickname slipped through his lips. James Jackson said it was stupid, the nickname Burdock gave her. So did Haymitch Abernathy, but what did he know?

She actually liked that Burdock called her by something other than ‘Aster’ or ‘March’. Sure, Buttercup was a bit old fashioned, but it was cute and original. Just like Burdock.

She’d long wished her father had named her something prettier like Primrose or Poppy. Asterid just left room for everyone to mess up her name with Astrid. Most people just called her March.

But Burdock didn’t.

Asterid’s best friend, Maysilee, often said scathingly that Burdock was a wicked flirt. Asterid had to admit, Maysilee was right. Burdock had a way of looking at her that made her heart flutter, especially when he would wink at her across a crowded room or glance her way when he thought she wasn’t looking. It was enough to make any girl’s stomach do flips.

All in all, his charm was undeniable. His rugged good looks were matched only by the easy confidence that radiated from him. There was a sparkle in his eyes that everyone said would be lost once he entered the mines.

Asterid hoped he’d never have to go into the ground. He wasn’t a mole like some of the other boys in 12. No, Burdock was more like a bird, meant to be above the ground. Meant for the sky.

“Hi,” Asterid greeted, carefully stepping down from the stepladder, her movements slow, almost deliberate, aware that Burdock’s eyes were tracing the swish of her blue gingham skirts. "Come in to trade?"

Burdock nodded, a serious expression replacing the usual playful glint in his seam eyes. He held up his catch of fish, their silver scales shimmering in the dim light. "Yeah," he said, his voice softer now, tinged with concern. "My ma’s tumor’s been hurting her again, so I was hoping to get some of that throat medicine you made last time."

Asterid’s heart softened as she looked at Burdock, noticing the subtle lines of worry creasing his brow. She knew that Mrs. Everdeen had been ill for some time now, her condition only worsening since her husband passed away three summers ago from the sweating sickness.

“You know,” Asterid said quietly, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear, “the medicine takes a bit of time to make. Is it okay if I get it to you tomorrow?”

Burdock’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “I reckon I can wait.”

She eyed him carefully. “You’re very worried, aren’t you?

He shrugged. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her, Asterid. She’s all the family I’ve got left.”

Asterid’s heart ached at his words. He was only fifteen, but carrying the weight of responsibilities far beyond his years. just like any boy from 12 did. He wasn’t just worried about losing his mother; he was terrified of becoming an orphan, of being left to fend for himself in a world that seemed so unforgiving.

Probably almost as terrified as he was to get reaped for the hunger games. Asterid was sure that if Burdock ever did get his name pulled on July 4th, it would destroy what little life his mother had left.

Asterid replied to him gently, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. “I can’t promise it’ll make her better, but you can hope.

Burdock leaned against the counter. “I know. I appreciate it. I don’t know what I’d do without you, buttercup.”

Asterid met his gaze, the intensity of his stare pulling her in, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them grew thick with an unspoken understanding—something always lingering just beneath the surface, a tension they never quite addressed, like an invisible thread that connected them but never pulled. She noticed the way his pupils dilated, mirroring the same feeling that tightened in her chest.

Finally, Asterid broke the silence. “Come back tomorrow.”

Burdock blinked, as if the weight of the moment had caught him off guard. “Tomorrow?” he repeated, his words drawn out, almost as though he was trying to make sense of them. “When?”

Asterid hesitated, then shrugged with a half-smile. “Maybe after school?”

Burdock’s face lit up, and he rushed to offer, “Or I could walk you to school.” His words spilled out quickly, as if he couldn’t get them out fast enough.

She shook her head gently. “Sorry, but the twins and I always walk together. Plus, Maysilee would chew me out for abandoning her.”

“Because I’m not rich?” Burdock cocked a brow.

“No,” Asterid lied.

“Look, I get it,” Burdock said, easing back into a more relaxed stance. “Merchant kids and seam kids don’t exactly hangout. Guess I’ll see you here at the shop after school, then.”

Asterid’s eyes dropped shyly to the floor before she looked back up with more confidence. “Or,” she said quietly, her voice almost playful, “you could walk here with me.”

Burdock’s cheeks flushed a deep red, his eyes widening in surprise, and Asterid’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. His smile was genuine, and he nodded eagerly. “I’d love that.”

Asterid quickly redirected the conversation, not wanting to linger too long on the justifications of what she was asking him to do. “Just… keep your mother from doing too much, alright? And no singing.”

Burdock flashed her another teasing grin that made her feel butterflies. “Well, you know my mama’s not going to like hearing she can’t sing.”

Asterid raised an eyebrow. “You could just sing for her.”

Burdock grinned, his eyes twinkling with humor from her sarcasm. With a dramatic flourish, he placed the fish in his game bag and then, with a hand on his chest, began to sing. His deep voice rolled out smoothly, warm and rich, like a summer breeze drifting in her bedroom windows:

Here it's safe, here it's warm,

Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true,

Here is the place where I love you.

His voice carried the “I love you” all the way up to the plant covered rafters.

Asterid felt the heat creep up her neck and she suddenly felt like it was the dead of summer, not Autumn. The softness of his voice wrapped around her like a familiar hug, and when he finished, he shot her a wink that sent her heart fluttering.

Flustered from his voice, she quickly brushed a few stray strands of hair into her long braid, her fingers trembling slightly. Burdock let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying her reaction, as she leaned down to grab a tiny honey pot from the lower cabinet.

"You have a good voice," she murmured, trying to steady herself as she set the honey pot down on the counter.

Her gaze flickered to Burdock’s for a moment. She hated how the heat in her cheeks was so hard to hide from him. It was like as long as she was around him, Asterid would always be on fire.

“What’s the honey pot for?”

"Boil a teaspoon of it in water tonight for her vocal cords."

"Oh. What do you want for it?" he asked, reaching for the fish to trade. “One fish enough, or is that work two?”

"Nothing, it’s on me."

All teasing vanished from his face. "Asterid, please."

Burdock was from the seam.

He didn’t like debts.

She knew that.

Asterid still couldn’t help the smile that spread through her at the sound of her name falling from his lips. "She’s going to need it if she’s going to keep using her vocal chords. Seriously, Burdock, it’s on me. For her voice.”

“Well, Pa did always say there’s nothing more important than using your voice,” he said poetically, making her heart do flips. ”especially your singing voice. Do you like to sing, Asterid?”

“I have no singing voice.” She tugged on her braid. “Not like yours. Or Lenore Dove’s.”

“Yeah well,” Burdock boasted, “comes with the territory.”

“I’m serious Burdock.” She complimented him too eagerly. “I swear when you sing, especially at big events, everyone always stops to listen.”

"Thanks," he said, sincere gratitude reflected in his tone.

Their eyes met for a brief, silent moment. Burdock reached for the honey pot carefully, his fingers brushing Asterid’s as he did. His hands were warm. His eyes were clear. His heart was hers.

The touch lingered, just a whisper, but it hung in the air like the plants above them—thick, twisted, and easy to brush against. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his, become an ivy that grows into him, becoming part of his life. She wanted to explore the fissures in his smile like she fingers explored patches of clover.

“What are you thinking about?” Asterid probed him, trying to find a crack in his perfect smile.

“I reckon you’re the best thing in this town.” He didn’t say it in a flirting kinda way. He said it like it was so wondrous; as if he believed it.

She wanted to be brave.

She wanted to close the space between them.

Sadly, she wasn’t very brave because he stood there staring and all she did was stare right back.

Eventually she pulled her hand away, and Burdock, thankfully, looked just as embarrassed as she felt. They both sat in silence for a moment staring at the honeypot that he was now tucking away.

"Well," he smiled as if that touch hadn’t affected him too, "see you tomorrow, buttercup."

"Bye," she replied, her voice quieter than usual, a faint tune of pain lingering in her tone. "See you at school."

As he turned to leave, Asterid stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot. Her eyes followed him, watching the way his movements seemed to linger in the space between them, as though trying to hold onto something he couldn’t quite reach. She could still feel the faint echo of his touch on her skin, the light brush of his fingers against hers, as if the moment had stretched longer than it had in reality.

Her mind replayed every word he’d spoken, every look they’d exchanged. The way his voice softened when he said her name. The way he hadn’t hurried to pull away when their hands had brushed. It wasn’t much, but in that brief, lingering moment, something like a spark had passed between them.

She exhaled slowly, her heart fluttering as she replayed every moment of their interaction, each detail etched into her memory.

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