#Watching 1670. Again

[chicago-geniza]

Did Maciej Buchwald direct music videos before this? There's something in his like. Scene choreography and cinematography and use of music, both diegetic and non-diegetic, that suggests the "storytelling" style of narrative music videos very strongly. I could look it up but I want to try a death of the director approach first

[charlie-rulerofhell]

so uhm ... i did a thing ... 👀

[eohachu]

the fact that he brought a clock to the assembly makes me as a regular cdrama watcher slightly nervous hahshfjfks

[satxnsupreme666]

Even after all these years: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You´re a witch, your mother was killed by witch-hunters and you end up in New Salem where you meet Agatha, you fall in love with her but what happens when the coven accuses her of practicing dark magic?

Words: 3000+

Warnings: Fem reader, angst (well kind of), but apart from that, I do not think there’s something else.

Author´s notes:

This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.

I hope you enjoy!

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️

You were born in 1670, in Massachusetts, and as well as your mother, you were a witch.

While growing up, your mother taught you some basic spells that you could perform without any problem, you were just 6 years old and your mother said you held a lot of power, she was very proud that at such a young age, you could cast spells without making a lot of effort, it was so natural and easy for you.

You were always a curious child, so when your showed signs of wanting to know more, your mother started to teach everything else she knew, from making potions to different spells and to conjure stronger things, she was willing to show and teach you every single thing that she had learnt before.

From your usual spot at the table you always watched her make beverages, different creams, herbal potions and liquids all made out of herbs, she used them to help different people, she made potions that could disappear the effects of a poisoning, and she had a huge knowledge about all different kind of herbs, you were amazed about that, you really admired your mother.

You were just 7 years old when you started to read her herbal books and when you didn’t understand a word you would ask her the meaning, and while you were entertained or doing any other thing, she was always making sure you were alright, and that you were safe, that’s why she had casted a spell all around your hidden cottage, so that no one, not even the witch-hunters could find both of you

On your 9th birthday she gave you a book of spells, the cover of the book was hard, it was made out of leather, you passed your hand through the cover to feel the texture and you smiled, you were amazed, it contained thousands of spells which you started to practice right away, for you it was a dream come true, you were eager to start learning each one of them, so you tried to memorize almost all of them, your mother would always watch you while she read a book in a corner, sitting on a chair, reading out loud in your room or just reading silently outside in the backyard.

In 1690 at night you were preparing an herbal tea that accelerated the healing process of wounds, but in the middle of the preparation you heard gunshots coming from outside your mother’s cottage

Panic filled your entire body but you tried to remain calm, remembering all of the protection and conjuring spells that your mother had taught you, you were not about to back off, ready to attack whoever was outside the once hidden cottage, but before you could conjure a fireball the door flew open, revealing your panicked mother running straight towards you

When your eyes landed on her panicked figure, worry started to grow inside you, you had never seen her in such an altered state, before you could even ask her what was wrong or what had happened to her she spoke first, trying to catch her breath she almost spat her words

 -“You have to run way, I thought I had kept you safe and that they would never find us, I was so wrong, they’re here y/n, there are at least 7 of them on their way” -

 You knew right away of about whom she was talking about, witch-hunters

-“Mom we can leave together! We can run together; I’m not going to leave you here!”-

 - “Oh, my sweet y/n, I can’t, I won’t make it, they will take you too”-

 You frowned in confusion, what was she talking about? You couldn’t understand, until you realized, she had been holding her side with her left hand, she had been shot and tears started to run through your cheeks

- “c'mon mom, we can make it, I- I can give you something to help you heal the wound, I won’t leave you here!”-

 You took you mother’s free hand in your own ones, you were shaking, trembling, and fear was consuming you

 -“It’s too late for me, it was a silver bullet, it will take longer for me to heal, hours and we don’t have time, here take this”-

 She took her hand out of yours and with her shaking hand ripped her necklace and then took the brooch from her lilac collar blouse, and handed them to you

 -“Take this with you and never forget, I will always be with you”-  she put her hand on you face, caressing your cheek, she wiped away the fresh tears that had fallen from your eyes and put her own forehead against yours

 -“I won’t leave you; I can’t leave you here to die”-  You were choking on your own tears and she was sobbing as well as you-

 She shushed you and said that everything was going to be ok

-“I love you y/n”-  your mother said and put her hand in your temple and started to chant something in an unknown language, before you had the chance to ask something you realized what was happening, smoke of a baby blue color surrounded you and before closing your eyes you saw 5 men entering into your cottage yelling to each other to catch the witch, you started to scream and tried to conjure something but suddenly everything went black, you didn’t feel your mother’s grip loosening and then disappearing, but when you opened your eyes again, you were in the middle of a misty forest, hastily you turned your head to the sides and looked for you mother, you were shocked.

Tightening the grip around the necklace and the brooch that you mother gave you, she was nowhere to be seen, you did not know what to do so you started to run through the thick forest.

What had happened? How did you end up in the middle of a forest? But most important where was you mother? suddenly you remembered everything, and images of the witch Hunters entering to your house took your breath away, you gasped for air, everything around you was blurry and you felt dizzy, you tried to keep yourself steady and tried to reach for something, to keep your balance and not to fall, but you tripped over something and lost your balance, you were too tired to even try to hold onto something, so you just let yourself fall, you waited for the hard hit against the rough surface, but the hit never came, instead you felt  two strong arms catching you and tightened around your waist, you tried to see who had caught you and lifted your head a little but the only thing that you had caught a glimpse of was of some long strands of dark-brown hair before you passed away.

The sunrays started to bother you, why had your mother opened the shutters, you were sure it was 7 in the morning because of the way you felt, your body ached and you didn’t want to rise from bed, it was weird, a smell of lavender and vanilla filled your nostrils, it was so good, something you had never smelled before, it was calming and you felt relaxed, you turned yourself to the other side of the bed to hug your pillow, but you found nothing, it was strange, you didn’t remember your mother taking your pillow to be washed, but it was at that instant, in which you remembered everything that had happened the day before, you opened your eyes and hastily sat down on the bed, ready to leave but you felt a hand against your shoulder and you were greeted by a pair of piercing baby blue eyes. The woman in front of you gently pushed you back against the soft purple mattress and you laid back.

-“ You need to calm down, sweetheart you fainted last night, I caught you before you could hit the ground, why were you alone in the woods at night?”-

-“ My mother! I need to go back to look for her, she’s in danger, some witch hunters shot her and I do not know what happened, she said something in another language and the next thing I knew I was standing in the middle of a forest and…” -  You stopped rambling and started to touch your clothes and you hair, Agatha understood that you were looking for something and took something out of her pocket dress, she gently touched your face to catch your attention and showed you her hand, your eyes became glossy, you stopped for a moment and slowly reached her hand with yours, she handed you the brooch and the pendant.

- “Sweetheart I’m sorry about what happened, those witch-hunters keep looking for us…” -  Before she kept talking, she looked at your palm and hers, she could feel your soft hand against hers and she changed what she was going to say next

  - “ I noticed you had this with you and I supposed it was yours, even though you fainted you still had a tight grip around this so I took it from your hand to keep it safe” -

 She looked at you in a curious way, you were mesmerized by her beauty, you had never seen such a beautiful woman like her, she radiated something else even though you could tell what it was, but you could feel it, before you could keep staring at her, you remembered her first words about the witch Hunters looking for you, you were surprised, did that mean that she was a witch too?

-“Are you a witch too?”-

She laughed about your question, her laugh was a little bit loud but at the same time it was kind of soothing, but you did not understand why she was laughing, she saw you frowning and stopped, she looked right in your eyes before speaking again with a serious look

- “We´re in New Salem, only witches with great power can enter this place, New Salem has been hidden for centuries, people who don’t have powers can´t enter, this place is totally invisible for humans, only witches like you and me can enter this place”- She stopped for a moment

- “So, you’ve never heard of New Salem?”-  She asked and you just shook your head

She looked surprised for a moment and gave you a quick look, a witch as powerful as you who could enter New Salem only could come from a mother or should have descendants with great power too, how came that you’ve never heard of the place, every powerful witch had been there before, the older witch in charge of the Coven had registered every witch that had been in New Salem

- “What is your name?”-  She asked

- “My name´s Y/N Le Fay, why do you ask?”- Your told her, confused in why she was suddenly interested in knowing your name

She seemed to be deep in her thoughts before talking again

“I was curious, and now that you told me your name, I will tell you mine, the name´s Agatha Harkness and now that we have introduced each other properly, it´s a pleasure to finally meet you dear”-

You smiled, she was very charming and you felt your face becoming hotter because you realised both of you had been holding hands all this time, you started to blush and Agatha found the fact interesting and cute.

-“What am I going to do now? – You asked, you still did not know what to do or what to think, by this time the witch-hunters had already taken your mother, and again you felt tears in the corner of your eyes threatening to fall, before you could do anything, Agatha pushed you to her chest, she was hugging you, and even if Agatha had just met you, she wanted to give you some comfort, her action only made you close your eyes and cry into her chest, she put her hand in your hair and stroke it, Agatha told you that everything was going to be ok, that the witch-hunters could not enter New Salem and that she would take care of you, by the time you had calmed down, you withdrew yourself from her and looked right into her eyes, she had no malice in her eyes and she had saved you, you felt safe with her and decided to give her a smile, maybe not everything was bad.

Since that day Agatha and you were inseparable, she presented you to the other witches and to the one in charge of everything, they let you stay and also gave you a room to sleep in, plus your room was next to Agatha´s room.

You still remembered the exact day when the older witch Madam Lane, the one in charge,  took you to your room and gave you new clothes, after examining every corner of the room and the ceiling you heard a slight knock on you door and went to answer, Agatha was standing right in front of you with some flowers and greeted you, again  –“Hi, I´m Agatha, your neighbour to the right”-  You started to laugh, she always had the power to make you smile even on your worse days, and that was one of the many things you loved about her, she was always so carefree, and she stood for herself, for you and for the things she believed in.

From time to time you would shut down remembering your mother and how much you missed her and you just wanted to lie on your bed and sleep without nobody interrupting you, but on those days Agatha had been there, all of the bad days, she would held you and stroke your hair or your back, she was so attentive, always asking if you were ok or if you needed something, without knowing you started to fall in love with her.

One day when you were studying some spells on a bench in the huge garden, one of the older witches of the coven came to your side, you tensed, you knew the other witches did not like you, Agatha was the one who made you feel safe and showed you how much she cared for you, you decided it would be better to leave the bench and as you were about to leave not wanting to bother the older witch, she grabbed the book you were reading, you tried to reach for it but she was stronger, she stood in front of you, blocking your sight

- “What are you going to do? How is it that a witch like you can be here anyway? You have never casted any powerful spells, you´re the weakest, also why Agatha would hang with someone like you though- “

She did not finish her last sentence because Agatha sent her flying to the other side of the garden, you were shocked, you watched her body colliding against the ground and before you knew Agatha was standing in front of her

She said something to her, you couldn’t hear what she said but when the girl finally stood, she tried to run, Agatha then came flying to your side, and hold your hand closer to her chest

“Are you alright? Did she do something to you?”-

She started to check for any injuries and when she did not find any injuries, she sighed in relief

-“Agatha what did you do? She´s going to tell to Madam Lane, she will ground you”-

You put your hand against her cheek and stroke it, you were so in love with her, you put your free hand on her neck and caressed the softness of her skin, she noticed you looking at her lips and took this as chance, she was a tad taller than you and she leaned her face to kiss you.

The kiss was soft and you loved the feeling of her lips against yours, you returned the kiss and she put her hands on your waist and brought you closer to her, when you feel the need to breathe again you separated a little and looked at her

-“I love you Agatha and I think I´ve done it since I first met you even if it sounds impossible”- You smiled at her and with your hand hooked one strand of her hair behind her ear, and then you caressed her cheek

“I love you too y/n and I think I´ve done it since I caught you stopping you from falling to the ground”-

You felt your heart full of love for this woman, you loved her with every piece of your heart

“Let me love you till the end of our lives; I will fix your heart and I will fill every empty space of it”

She whispered to you and you found yourself blushing, just as many other times when you were with her, she could not believe that you returned her feelings

-“Of course, I will let you love me, and I promised I will fill every part of your heart with my love too, what I feel for you I´ve never felt it before and it´s real” – You said back to her and you kissed her again

-“Also, thanks for saving me from that girl, you shouldn’t have done it, you will get yourself in trouble”- you said while stroking her cheek

-“Do not thank me my love, I will always have your back and I won´t let anyone hurt you, I will protect you with my life”- saying that she kissed you again, that was for sure the best day of your life.

On 1693 was the worst day of your life, the coven had taken Agatha for a trial, they said that Agatha had been playing with dark magic, you knew that was false, she had never told you anything related to dark magic, she could never, someone had said lies about her to madam Lane.

While she was been taken to the post, you were behind all of them yelling and begging them to let your girlfriend free, it was all a mistake.

Two witches were stopping you from getting free and also had put magical ropes to your hands, to prevent you from using your magic, you watched in horror as they tied you girlfriend to the post and while she was grunting with pain they tied their hands with magic too, you saw 10 witches surrounding your girlfriend and making a circle around her, in front of her was Madam Lane, you heard her asking if she was a witch, Agatha  said yes but Madam Lane said to her that she had betrayed the coven, but that was a lie, she could never! You tried to remove yourself from the two witches holding you, but they had a strong grip around both of your arms.

Before you could move again you heard Madam Lane accusing Agatha of practicing dark magic, your girlfriend said that she did not know anything of that crimes but Madam Lane told her to stop, you looked Agatha staying quiet for a moment before speaking again

-“I did not break your rules, they simply bent to my power”-

You gasped in shock; has she been lying to you all this time?

You looked at her with a lot of sadness in your eyes you could not believe, you told one another every single thing!

She looked at you and she could not stand the look in your face – “I´m sorry my love, I´m sorry I couldn’t help myself!”-

Tears started to run through your face, you were scared, even though she had lied to you, she did not deserve to die, you couldn’t stand the idea of her dying

- “Please Madam Lane, untie her, she´s sorry it was all mistake! You can´t burn her, she´s one of us!-

Before you could keep talking all the witches started to chant in Latin, you were confused, what were they doing? You saw your girlfriend struggling against the wooden post, and you began to worry too

Agatha looked at you and yelled to you “Do not worry my love, I will be ok, nothing will happen to me, we will be together just as we planned”- You saw the tears running through her cheeks and you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing harder.

Your worry begins to grow harder when you saw the blue magic emanating from the hands of the witches

-“Stop! What are you doing!?”-

When your heard Agatha calling Madam Lane “mother” you felt yourself getting lost for words, Agatha never told you that she was her mother, she never mentioned it, and you never suspected anything, they rarely talk to each other, how was possible, how did you miss all of those things? However, your thoughts stopped and you screamed in horror as you watched the witches throwing their blue magic hurting Agatha, your girlfriend started to scream, she was in pain, you couldn’t stand watching her in pain, but when the blue magic turned purple, you were perplexed, was Agatha doing that? She stopped screaming and turned her head to look around her, the purple magic touched the witches and all of them started to agonize, they were starting to look like corpses, was Agatha consuming their power and their life? Her mother rose from the ground and she attacked Agatha, when her mother´s powers got to her, it was as if they were making her more powerful, she freed herself from the magical ropes and her hand and eyes glowed purple she released a huge amount of the power and all of the witches fell to the floor looking like corpses, one thing she did not realized it was that her magic had thrown you away hitting really hard a tree, you fell to the ground without her noticing.

When she was done with her mother, she turned her head hastily at her sides, she looked for you and you were nowhere to be seen, she panicked, so she ran and looked between the corpses, had you run away from her? Were you afraid of her now? She did not know what had happened, but when she took a glimpse of your dress, lying down on the ground she could not stop herself from screaming, she crouched down to take your body into her arms she could not believe it, she sobbed, she hugged and pressed your body against hers and told you how much she loved you, she had sworn to protect you and on the contrary she had hurt you, she could not believe it, she thought she had killed you, she thought you were dead because of her, she could not stand watching you like this because of her.

She took your face with her hands and caressed your face one more time, kissed your lips for the last time and stood up, she left your body on the ground and left, she would not love again.

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Agatha arrived to Westview, she had rehearsed her script one time, she was ready to knock on Wanda´s door, she changed her purple drees into a beautiful plaid dress, which matched exactly to the 50´s era, she even changed her hairstyle, when she decided she was ready she went straight to knock on Wanda´s, she was not looking when the door was opened, she was distracted by the plant she had in her hands, so she started to talk before looking at the person in front of her.

 - “Hello, dear, I´m Agnes, your neighbor to the right”-

However she stopped death in her tracks when she realized who was the person in front of her, she saw you, the person she thought she would never see again, a lot of thoughts passed through her head and she for once in her life did not know what to do, you the love of her life, you were right in front of her, was this faith to let her mend what she had done and get you back? You smiled at her, it was obvious that you were under Wanda´s mind control, and she wanted to cry, you were suffering on the inside and she could not do anything for now, Wanda would notice if someone broke away from her mind control so she decided she would help you, but how? Even after all these years, she still loved you the same.

[ladyinthebluebox]

oh well, i guess it's time to dig out all my polish noblemen attire references, and maybe try to sketch smth this weekend...

2:30 am. bed. perfect moment to feel a sudden urge to draw a full body of my dear Derry in her Halamshiral finery.

fuck of brain.

[mostrovskaa]

Hi! I love your art, your color and shape work is amazing!!

I wanted to ask if you have any Polish media you can recommend to us non-Poles - movies, shows, stuff like that

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! It is a great pleasure for me to share some Polish media to the people! I just have to preface this and tell especially my fellow Poles that: I am by no means an expert on the subject, I like a lot of bad media, I like a lot of children's media and mainstream media that I love to shape by my own creativity ok and I don't know every single niche thing so please don't come for me. Be nice please or I'll die of embarrassment! With that being said, here are just some of my picks of some cool things I like that I would recommend to check out! (Again I don't know about how available these are around the internet and what would be the subtitle situation but still, i love these pieces of media and think they are interesting to even just read or check out visually if anything!)

- The Akademia Pana Kleksa movies (Akademia Pana Kleksa, Podróże Pana Kleksa and Pan Kleks w Kosmosie) (1984-1988)- These children's fantasy and fable inspired beautiful movies based on a book incorporate beautiful puppetry and set designs, visually they are one of my biggest inspirations. Having both dark,whimsical and sci-fi elements they have been in my visual language since I saw them as a kid! Really really recommend looking into them, even though they may be wacky and strange at times! 

And they contain absolutely amazing songs :

Available to watch without subtitles unfortunately here, but worth to check out the visuals of all the movies in the series: https://www.ninateka.pl/vod/dla-dzieci/akademia-pana-kleksa/ 

- Poszukiwany, Poszukiwana (Man- woman wanted) (1972) (one of my favorite movies ever!) - a comedy film about a museum curator who gets accused of stealing a painting and goes into hiding as a maid. You would think with polish humor it would be the typical: haha man dressed as a woman, hilarious! type stuff but no! It’s funny, charming, sweet and smart and surprisingly based. Marysia, just one chance please queen. 

available to watch with subtitles here (alongside many other great Polish movies): https://35mm.online/vod/fabula/poszukiwany-poszukiwana

- Ranczo (tv show, 10 seasons, I believe it’s available on Netflix) - the epitome of Polish society. This is just pure Poland in tv show format. A timeless classic, never gets old, never stops being funny and relevant. Watched it a million times and could watch a million more and not get bored. An American woman with Polish heritage comes back to her family village and chaos ensues. I think the characters are so well defined you don’t need to know so much deep Polish lore to get what is going on so I really recommend it!

Other stuff you can find on Netflix I recommend are: 1670 - comedy show about 17th century Poland, Rojst (all seasons)- crime show set mainly in the 90’s.

And something that’s a Polish phenomenon that I absolutely love is media based around popular copypasta: a short film Fanatyk  based on this timeless classic of a copypasta, and a tv show called Emigracja XD - about polish guys finding work in the UK.

And obviously the shows I make art for are always something I encourage people check out like Czterdziestolatek (amazing old show with a cult following) and Ojciec Mateusz (absolute shitty formulaic 30 season tv show that i love with all my heart).

Thank you again, sorry for the long post! There’s obviously many more cool Polish media to watch but this is just what immediately popped into my head! :-))

[ducktoonsfanart]

Darkwing Duck as Darkwing Doubloon vs Negaduck - Pirate Donald Duck with Fearsome Four, Launchpad, Fenton and kids - Huey, Dewey, Louie and Gosalyn as pirates ducks - Pirate ducks - Pirate AU - Happy Talking Day with a pirate - Music to My Eyes, Culture Couture and Pinups Please - Duckblr Fashion Week - Darkwing Duck and Quack Pack AU - My version

Sorry for the delay, but in order not to miss this event, I even connected this with a very interesting day of the year called International Talk Like a Pirate Day, which is celebrated every year on September 19, at least in the Western Hemisphere of the world. And being a fan of pirates myself as well as the pirate lifestyle and movies (especially Pirates of the Caribbean), I decided to draw my favorite characters from the Duckverse, but dressed as pirates as they wore during the golden age of piracy (between 1670 and 1730), as well as later until 1800.

Yes, two episodes from two different series came to my mind, the episode "Darkwing Doubloon" from Darkwing Duck and "Captain Donald Duck" from Quack Pack so I combined it into one, but I drew two drawings. The first drawing shows a sword fight and a fight between Darkwing Doubloon (the supposed ancestor of Darkwing Duck who was also a pirate) and the scary pirate Captain Negaduck, although this is a redraw from that episode, but they are fighting on a ship, and I used my own style a bit. Another drawing shows Donald Duck as a pirate captain along with the kids, the Fearsome Four (Bushroot, Liquidator, Quackerjack and Megavolt), Fenton Crackshell and Launchpad McQuack dressed as pirates (except for Quackerjack, he's a jester) and they're all friendly. I used their pirate outfits from the aforementioned Darkwing Duck and Quack Pack episodes, and Donald's pirate outfit from the Disney Lorcana cards. Yes, Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck and Gosalyn Mallard are all teenagers together and from the present day, and check out pictures of the pirate and sailor outfits they're wearing here: https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/662818207696076800/although-im-late-and-i-apologize-for-that#notes

Yes, I drew everything in my own style. Plus there's a treasure that pirates love, and Donald also likes to play the little accordion, a well-known instrument that pirates used to sing. Otherwise, a little pirate songs on this topic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92DlHJ3U5O8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfpmhdsuE_k

Yes, unfortunately due to quite a number of my commitments I didn't have time to do certain themes for Duckblr Fashion Week, so I combined three themes into two drawings. I hope that's ok?

I hope you like these drawings and feel free to like and reblog this, but please don't copy my same ideas without mentioning me. Thank you! Also this is dedicated to @tealottie, as the organizer of Duckblr Fashion Week. And happy belated Talk Like a Pirate Day once again! ARRRGHH!

[dingoskidneys]

9 people to get to know better (tag game)

Omg hii tagged by @cloudlesbian :]

3 ships you like: oh goodness uhh I haven't been super into ships recently but I like forthur (h2g2) and bence (the ship name I made up for my own OCs lmao) and I can't think of any others that I'm into currently

Honorable mention: spirk because I feel like I haven't watched enough TOS to be a true spirk fan

First ship ever: flashbacks to when I was scrolling ineffable husbands fanart on fuckign google images when I was 15. Before then MAYBE forthur bc I definitely thought they had something nonheteronormative happening before I started using the internet but idk if that counts. WAIT maybe Joan and Sherlock from Elementary (but I didn't actually want them to get together romantically I just liked their queerplatonic vibes)

Last song you heard: Shadows by Nick Lutsko (as recommended to me by my roommate) (I liked it)

Favorite childhood book: the May Bird and the Ever After series by Jodi Lynn Anderson, also Through The Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There by Lewis Carroll

Currently reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde but I STILL haven't picked it up in over two months I'm so sorry

Currently watching: Columbo!!!!!!!!! and also rewatching 1670 in the original Polish for um reasons

Currently consuming: air

Currently craving: water (dehydration strikes again)

Tagging 9 people from recent activity! No pressure if you don't want to answer

@theygotlost @fordprefectsleftshoe @andietries @volcanicflowers @romeoisalesbian @v0gonpoet @somebodytolove31 @ragdolls-and-such @thepointlessmasterpiece

[swissboyhisch]

Sorry But I really Like Her

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Jack Hughes' Ex!Reader

Summary: You head to Newark to see your parents new place after avoiding it like the plague. Maybe this time, something with make you want to come back.

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: None I think

Request: YES

ANON: can you do smth where you were dating Jack and then broke up and then the reader somehow gets with Nico ??

A/N: This is basically a part two to PROM QUEEN

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Being in New Jersey was something you had been avoiding for years. But your family had moved and the short distance from New York made them want you to visit. After months of them begging you finally gave in. Newark; a place where you couldn’t avoid seeing your ex. Billboard. Posters. TV. 

First thing you did before going to your parents home was get a drink. You found this little bakery around the corner from your parents. Honestly you were delaying the inevitable. It was a cute shop that had many display cases full of baked goods. Many calling to you.

“How may I help you?” The young woman behind the counter asked as you stepped up. 

You ordered your favourite drink and a slice of cake before sitting at a table in the corner. You had a couple minutes waiting for your order. People watching had become a pastime you had picked up in New York. The city had gotten lonely and being here felt a little better. 

“Here’s your order.”

The cup and food was placed in front of you. You smiled at the waitress as a thank you. A sip helped calm your nerves. Already you had heard multiple people talking about your ex. The asshole who broke your heart in highschool because he got drafted to the NHL. To the Devils. Jack Hughes, your boyfriend for 3 years before his ego got too big for his head. 

But thanks to him, the heartbreak, you have become a model. You were so proud of yourself. For how far you’ve come. Secretly, you hope that Jack has seen one of your works, maybe a cover or two. Regretting ever breaking up with you.

A cough pulled you from your vengeful thoughts. “Excuse me?”

You looked over to see a man with a backwards cap standing there. He was handsome. Very cute. The outfit worked for the end of the New Jersey winter. 

“Hi?”

He blushed, “I uh, would you mind if I sat with you? You caught my eye and I…”

 “Sure,” You agree, nodding to the empty chair opposite you. 

“My name is Nico.”

You reply with your name before taking another sip. At this point you weren’t sure if he knew who you were or not. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s been okay,” Nico answered. “Just had work this morning. Wanted to treat myself after. How about you?”

“Oh, I’ve just come for a visit. My parents just moved here and I live in New York so they’ve been pestering me to come visit.”

The conversation flowed between the two of you. Hitting it off immediately. By the end of your drink, you could tell he had no clue who you were. It was refreshing and made you want to see him again. Nico was easily the nicest guy you’ve ever met. From first impressions that is.

“I have to go, but did you want to exchange numbers?” Nico asked.

You couldn’t help the blush spreading over your cheeks. “I’d love to.”

After exchanging numbers, you parted ways. You headed to your parents where you were surprised by seeing a familiar car in the driveway. It made you hesitate. Finally mustering up the courage, you knocked on the door.

“That must be my baby,” You heard your mum gush to someone inside. The door was thrown open and you were pulled straight into a hug. “Oh my baby!”

You followed your mother inside, through the new house and to the kitchen where Ellen Hughes was sitting at the dinner table. 

“Hi Ellen.”

“Hello sweetheart,” The woman greeted, sending you a soft smile.

Your mum clapped excitedly, “Ellen’s just invited us to Jack’s game on the weekend!”

“Oh really?”

“Isn’t that wonderful?!” Your mother exclaimed. 

It wasn’t exciting for you. Honestly, it was the last thing you wanted to do. But you promised your mother you’d hang out for the week, even staying at the house instead of driving back and forth between the big apple and the city. You’ll probably come to regret agreeing. 

Your phone buzzed. A text. From one particular person. Nico. 

While trying not to seem rude, you sat with the women at the table, having a drink with them. You messaged back and forth with Nico. Conversation seemed to flow easily with the Swiss. He wanted to get to know you and you wanted to get to know him. You found yourself smiling more and more as his texts came through. Something you haven’t done for years. 

The next few days were spent texting Nico whenever you guys could. He still had to work, travelling for it it seemed, so the texts weren’t 24/7 but pretty damn close too. You found yourself enjoying your time off and spending your time however you liked. Oh and can’t forget the occasional call with Nico when he could.

“Are you ready for the game?” Your mum called up the stairs. 

Grabbing your jacket, you walked down to join your parents and Jim and Ellen who kindly offered to pick you guys up for the Devils’ game. The chances that you’d be spotted at the game were high. So the outfit was well coordinated. Despite hating your star ex, you had enjoyed watching hockey since you were a kid. Now you avoided it until today. 

You had decided to just say fuck it and enjoy the game. Promising yourself to go down and watch warmups from a closer spot than the box you’d be sitting in with the Hughes’ family. Which came quicker than you’d expected. Warm-ups were on you and you headed down to the lower bowl. A few people had asked you for an autograph but you mostly flew under the radar. Which you appreciated. 

“Please welcome your New Jersey Devils to the ice!”

One by one players skated on. The first you recognised was Jack. Looking much more mature than when you were in highschool. Before the draft. You avoided looking in his direction. Choosing to watch the remaining players come out of the tunnel and onto the ice. One in particular caught your attention. He seemed familiar but as he did his lap around their half of the ice, you realised why he was familiar. Nico. 

“Damn.”

Nico skated on the ice, stick handling and doing his thing when something caught his eye. A certain woman standing in the crowd. He couldn’t help himself. Coming to a stop in front of you, he held up the puck and tossed it over. Giving you that pearly white smile.

“Surprised to see you here,” He shouted, hoping you’d hear him.

You caught the puck and shrugged. “I like hockey, what can I say?”

He went back to doing his thing while you watched. Nico felt good about the game. Didn’t hurt that the cute person from the bakery was watching. What you didn’t realise though was that Jack had gone to join Nico during warmups when he saw the scene. 

You. The one who got away. Talking to his friend. His captain. Both of you are smiling from ear to ear. A smile that was once aimed at him.

“Who was that?” Jack asked Nico as he joined him near the bench.

“I met them at a bakery near here after training the other day,” Nico answered. Jack could tell he was smitten. “They’re  lovely. I’m gonna ask them out.”

Jack couldn’t believe it. You were here and not even for him. It was his one regret, letting you go that day back in senior year. A model. You became a famous model while he made his name in the NHL.

As the boys took a drink during ad break, you were shown on the big screen. The title card comes up announcing to everyone who you were. Famous Model for Vogue. Behind you were Jim and Ellen. Everyone knew you were sitting with his parents. 

“Why is she sitting with your parents?” Nico asked. His brows furrowed when he recognised the people around you.

Jack sighed, “She’s my high school ex. Apparently my parents invited her parents and she was in town. Tagging along. Didn’t even know.”

“I’m still going to take her out,” Nico states. He was adamant. “Sorry, but I really like her and want to see where this could go.”

“Don’t worry, she’s worth it,” Jack answers as he skates away.

After the game finished, Ellen and Jim ushered you towards the locker room. Your parents happily chat to them while you stood off to the side. You hoped to god that if Nico had found out that he was still willing to see you. When the door opened, Nico came out first. His eyes landing on you a bit further back.

“So you’re Jack’s ex?” Nico spoke first as he come to a halt in front of you.

“Look…”

“I want to see where this could go,” Nico interrupts.

You smile shyly, “Are you sure? It’s messy, he’s your teammate. I understand–”

“Do you want to go to dinner? I know it’s late but I know this really cute diner.”

You didn’t reply as your eyes came to fall on Jack. Without another moment, you agreed to the date. Nico wanted to take you on a date. It made you happy. You hoped you both could leave without having to talk to Jack but he called your name.

You frown as your turn to face your ex. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry,” Jack states.

“I don't care. Because of you, without that heartbreak, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

WIthout so much as another word, you and Nico left Jack standing alone in the hallway with both sets of your parents watching in silence. Nico escorted you to his car and opened the passenger side door for you to climb in. Shutting your door, he walked to his side and climbed in. Starting the car.

You smile at Nico. “Let’s go. I’m looking forward to this date.”

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HESITANT ALIEN GERARD IM BEGGING YOU

Cheater - Hesitant Alien!Gerard Way x Reader

Warnings: Mikey Way being a dick (note: I love mikey way too much and know he would never in any way do this to his brother), cheating.

Word Count: 1670

A/N: I wrote this 1000 years ago but I think it fits the prompt pretty well :) would love to have more MCR requests :)

“Are you ready?” Gee asks as he stands in front of a mirror holding a flat makeup brush in one hand. 

“You’re seriously asking me that?” I complain from the couch, looking at him in the mirror. I haven’t forgiven him for splitting up the band. I don’t think I ever will. My Chemical Romance saved me, it was my life, my reason to live, but he destroyed it. He killed it. Me. 

“Baby, come here,” he waves me over gently and I get up, grudgingly. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” Gee cups my face gently. “You know I wasn’t coping, you know I was starting to get bad again.”

“I know that Gerard. I can’t be mad at you for ending the band, I know that, but I’m certainly allowed to be mad that it’s over. It’s easy for someone like you to write a new album and move on by yourself because you’re a singer. People like Mikey, Frank and I, we’re not you or Ray. We can’t just straight away find another opportunity. You gave us that opportunity, not many people are gonna give us another chance. But I’m happy for you Gee, I really am. This new album is gonna do great things.”

Gerard just stands there listening to me. He watches tentatively, paying attention to every word I say. I’ve just opened up in a way I wish I could take back. I want him to act like I didn’t say anything. I want us to just go back to being happy. 

“You know I love you, right?” he asks, shocking me. My eyes go watery. I’m so tired of feeling like I’ve lost my entire world. “You’re going to find more work Lo, you’re going to find a group that appreciates your talents. And if you don’t then we’ll work on your music together,” he kisses my lips gently. 

“I love you too Gee. I know you love me, I’m just tired. Forget I said anything, you know me, I just go off when I’m tired,” I sigh, closing my eyes. 

“I know baby, I’ve known you since you were twelve,” he laughs. The sound of the crowd gets louder as Mark, Gee's manager comes into the room. 

“You’ve got about 3 minutes Gerard,” he sticks his head in through the doorway. 

“Thanks Mark,” he responds, “I’ve gotta head out now, sorry. I’ll see you after Lo, I love you,” he kisses my forehead, grabs his cellphone and rushes out the door, leaving me alone. 

It’s different being backstage and not the one up there. It’s been about 2 years since I was on a stage, the feeling of adrenaline and excitement turning into loneliness and quiet. Gerard’s dressing room is the same size as the band’s used to be, except now instead of having four other people in it, it’s just him. He’s the star now. I flop down onto the couch and turn on the television, showing a live stream of the show. 

“Lola?” I hear a voice come from the doorway, a familiar voice. Turning around I see a face I haven’t seen in months. Mikey. My best friend Mikey. Gee’s brother. 

“You’re here? Mikey–wait what? Gee said you were busy?” I mumble in shock. 

“I’m never too busy to see you Lola, you know that,” he walks into the room and shuts the door gently. He’s tall, taller than I remember, sitting next to me on the couch. 

“I thought you were in Jersey, Gee said you were taking time off?” I question, looking over at him. He sits there, quieter than usual. He’s normally more energetic, excited to talk about the latest and greatest comic book he’s reading. 

“I came to tell you something, I just couldn’t keep it in anymore, I had to come.” Now I’m worried. Mikey’s never like this. 

“Mikey, you know you can tell me anything, you’re my best friend,” I sigh, glancing at the television as the outside screams get louder. Mikey grabs my hands softly, his fingertips calloused from playing bass. “You’re worrying me.”

“No, don’t be worried! Please,” he looks distraught, “I–it’s just hard to tell you this given… Gerard and I… and Frank… I–”

“Mikey spit it out!” I snap, overstimulated by the loud television, my own stress and Mikey sitting in front of me mumbling every three words. 

“I–I, uh…” he sits forward and cups my jaw, linking his lips with mine. I gasp into the kiss which he takes to his advantage, pushing his tongue into my mouth. This is wrong. This is wrong. Gerard is out there preparing for one of the biggest moments in his career while his brother is making out with his fiancé in his dressing room. Mikey’s other hand grips my neck, gently pressing me forward.

“What the fuck?” a voice shouts from the corner slamming the door shut. Mikey pulls away quickly, faster than he pulled me in. It’s Frank. Fuck. “What the actual fucking hell are you two doing? Mikey Way I swear to god,” Frank grabs Mikey by the arm and forces him against the wall. 

“Don’t hurt him Frank, please. Gerard will kill you if you hurt him,” I cry.

“Don’t try me Lola. You and I both know Gerard is going to die inside when I tell him you’re cheating on him,” Frank snaps.

“Mikey?” he walks in. The scene, a large dressing room. His ex-bandmate, holding his brother against a wall while his fiancée sits on the couch crying. “Get off of him!” he shouts trying desperately to pry Frank off of Mikey. 

“You’ve got no fucking idea what these two have been up to Gerard. I walked in on these two with each others’ tongues down their throats,” Frank shouts back. Gee looks like he’s going to throw up. He looks like his whole world is falling apart and being burned to the ground. 

“I–no. No Lola wouldn’t do that,” he looks at me, disappointed and broken. 

“She didn’t,” Mikey says, “I kissed her. It was an accident.” An accident? Him kissing me was an accident?

“Bull fucking shit,” Frank pushes him further into the wall, earning him a wince from Mikey.

“Accident?” Gerard takes a minute to process what’s happening. I can tell he’s trying to decide whether he’s angry or disappointed or sad. “Go fuck yourself, are you serious right now? That’s the excuse you’re going to give me?” Bingo. He’s pissed as fuck. “You’re my fucking brother Mikey. I’ve given you everything from the day you were born. You’re my brother and you did this!” He shouts at his little brother, his entire body showing his anger. The only sign of his sadness are his hands, his index finger and thumb tapping each other desperately, an anxiety coping mechanism he uses often. “Get him out, get him out now! Security!” Gerard shouts as three tall men escort Mikey out of the room. 

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Frank says, running out quickly after Mikey. 

Gee’s fingers continue to tap as he sits down on the floor, avoiding the couch. 

“Did he really kiss you?” he rests his head in between his knees. After a show like this, he doesn’t need conflict in his life, it destroys a person like Gerard. 

“Yes. He did. I didn’t like it, Gee.” I move to join him on the floor. He looks weak, his body shaking gently. 

“I–I can’t believe he’d do something like this. I can’t believe you let this happen.”

“I didn’t let anything happen Gerard. You left, he came in and said he needed to tell me something and then he just grabbed me. I might be upset that the band broke up but I would never do anything to hurt you Gee. You’re the love of my life,” I sigh. He lifts his head, looking at me with a damp, red and puffy face. 

“I love you Lola. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry my brother did that to you. I’m sorry that I’ve ruined everything by breaking up the band,” he starts to weep, crying desperately. 

“Oh no, no honey, don’t cry,” I wipe away his tears as he rests his head on my lap. 

“I’m so tired, Lo. I just want to go to bed,” he continues to cry in my arms, exhausted from the last six months. “Can we go back to our hotel? I feel like shit.”

“Yeah, we can go Gee. I’m sorry the day ended like crap for us,” I sigh, getting up with him. Tomorrow will be a better day, I know it. He leads on my side, almost too tired to walk himself, eyes half closed. 

“I need to kiss you Lola. I need you,” he stops in the middle of the hallway, looking like he’s about to collapse from exhaustion. I nod and we slip into another room where we can get some privacy. He grips my jaw in the same place as Mikey did, except Gee’s touch is more desperate and loving than his brother’s. Gerard stops an inch away from my lips, scanning my eyes desperately to tell if I really love him. He tucks a strand of my bright pink hair behind my ear before kissing my lips gently. We both know we’re going to grow old together, regardless of what happens in our future. We’re made for each other. 

“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Mikey isn’t going to take that away from me,” he sighs, pulling away softly. 

“I know that Gee. I know.”

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[eclaireparlalune]

how am I supposed to do anything after finishing 1670?

all I want is to watch the show again and again and again

[khihi]

once again been influenced by the beloved mutuals, gonna watch 1670

[sobbing-space-trash]

I watched 1670 in the original Polish with English subs twice, but now I wanna see how the English dubbed version compares...plus I just want to see it again :3 New obsession fr lol

[catcoffeeenjoyer]

Tagged by @vostok3-ka let’s goo

1. Three non romantic duos

No one said they don’t have to be obvious, first one is Fedka and Kirillov, THEY ARE JUST IMPORTANT TO ME LIKE-

Perhaps more explenation would be well seen - Fedka is a run away convict, who was sold to the army by Stepan Trofimovic long time ago. Since the beggining of his life, he was dehumanised, because he was born as a serf - he was the property of Verkhovenskys, that is all. And even once he comes back to the city N, he is seen by most as a threat, or as lesser than them (here mostly Pyotr comes to mind), with exception of his family. And then he meets Kirillov - a man, whose whole idea revolves around self sacrifice and belief that once someone learns that they are good, they will be good. And while Fedkas mother was somewhere else, due to family death, Fedka stayed at Kirillovs, drinking tea and talking (also reading Apocalypse). That is to say, he stayed with someone who didn't really see him as a threat, and knew full well he was a murder, and yet treated him with kindness. And what happened? Fedka changed. Well, he still commited the murder, but he did change.

Then we got Cottard and Tarrou from the Plauge…

For those not in the loop, I recently reread the Plauge, and this storyline is similar however not exactly - Cottard is a man who keeps running away from the police, and is lonely. Like has no friends, because no one can relate to his constant fear, and he cannot talk to anyone about his fears because what if someone betrays him and out him to the police. Enter Tarrou - a man who is not a fan of police (due to his past, from what I understood), and who somehow finds out about Cottards constant escape. While Cottard is furious at first, soon he finds out that Tarrou is the only person he can trully talk to. He doesn't judge him, nor can he out him to the police. And they become friends. And at the end of the Plauge, once Tarrou is gone (and the Plauge), Cottard goes insane, because not only he might now be wanted again and no one can relate to him now, but also he lost his friend, the one he trusted the most.

The third is rather a comedic duo, more than a great and deep relationship... but you if I have the Plauge... if I have Demons.. then for the great trinity we have to have 1670 - the duo is Bogdan and Jakub

The reason he is only that they bounce of eachother well - and their subplot about exorcisms was funny. It had to be mentioned though, it was funny.

2. A ship that might surprise others:

... I don't think I have one? I'm pretty open about them.

3. Last song:

The age of the understatement by the last shadow puppets

4. Last film:

Niebezpieczni Dżentelmeni 2023 - rewatch for the fourth time

5. Currently reading :

Finishing up "The Text" by Gluhovsky, and then starting Illiad <3

6. Currently watching:

Alternatywy 4

7. Currently consuming:

Air

8. Currently craving:

Break from school

9. Tagged: whoever wants to do it lmao

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Me, a week ago: I'm done with streaming platforms, I will never watch anything produced by them again, they cancel everything, it's exhausting. Im only gonna watch 90's sitcoms from now on. Nothing that's not finished yet. I'm done. No more emotional investment in brilliant first seasons. No more waiting and hoping and getting dissappointed. Fuck you Netflix/Hbo/Disney/Whatever

Me right now after binge watching 1670 last night: 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[ladyinthebluebox]

GET TO KNOW ME

Got tagged by @pinkyjulien - thanksies! 😘 Huehehgh, been a while since i've done one of those, les go!

Last Song: Cyberpunk 2.0.2.0. by HEALTH foreshadowing;

Favorite Color: recently definitely leaning more into shades of deep pink buuuut my love for bright yellow & neon green is still strong;

Currently watching: have to come back & finish my rewatch&catchup with Broadchurch 'cause once again i watched one season and a half and smth distracted me even though i genunely enjoy thiis shoow... brain scramplet egg, i guess;

Last Movie/TV Show: Netflix's 1670 a delightful little polish comedy show realised in the style of The Office exceeept... it kiiiind of is about XVIIth century Polish nobilty XD i'm not really a big fan of Polish comedy buut i really liked this one and i highly recommend giving it a go! ^^

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: sweet aand savoury; i can't live without some chocholate in my life but, at the same time, i won't ever say no to some good sour candy;

Relationship Status: single aaand quite happily so... not really actively looking for a partner either; if it happens, happens and it will be great, if not... i'm perfectly fine on my own;

Current Obsession: Cyberpunk2077 brainrot 2.0 is still going ssstrong 🤡🤡🤡 buut, ever since i caught up on the last three seasons, am standing on the precipice of my original Doctor Who phase relapsing when the new season comes later this year...

Last Google Search: clown emoji LMAO XDD to copy it into the above entry xd

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