#again throwing my fanfic out into the void

[silverglass83]

Time of The Hourglass Series

What if Raistlin Majere had met someone who became a shining beacon in his dark existence… Where will this new illuminated path through the darkness lead him? Would the Archmage make different choices? What kind of man would he become if he had the support and understanding that he's always craved? And, most importantly, is his soul even worth saving? ~✰⧖✰~

"Time of The Hourglass" is a series where I endeavor - through love, blood, and sacrifice - to tell a tale of growth for our beloved Hourglass Mage. Each 'part' in this series will be its own consecutive story arc and are meant to be read in order. The parts will span the years beginning around, and replacing, the events in the 'Legends Trilogy'.

This series is Mature but I rate it Explicit due to the details in the sex scenes - more info in the notes found at the beginning of each part.

[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

there's truly nothing better than posting the final chapter of a fic and receiving comments about how much people are excited to re-read the story

[contumacious-arcadia]

Hello! I'm aware there is a lot of discontent around shipping Alastor with anyone since it's been stated that he is an asexual character and I would also like to throw my two cents out into the void pertaining to the issue. I *really* like radioapple. My lizard brain spouted "they gon' fuck" as soon as I saw "Dad Beat Dad". I find it super charming and enemies-to-lovers is naturally hella entertaining in my opinion - so I started reading radioapple fics and **they may have actually taught me something about myself. ** I'm on the older side (37), and have always just referred to myself as bisexual. I never really considered anything else because when I was younger and learning my own identity, all of the super specified language just wasn't available to me. It didn't really cross my mind to reexamine those conclusions as time passed, because I was under the impression (as many others also seem to be) that asexual meant "ABSOLUTELY ZERO SEX OR SEX-ADJACENT THINGS FOREVER, NO, NYET, NINE" and aromantic meant "ABSOLUTELY DEATHLY ALLERGIC TO ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS, NEVER EVER, NOPE". ...I am definitely not the only one, as this does seem to be the sticking point people argue about when shipping Al with literally anyone. After reading many, many radioapple fics written by people within the asexual and aromantic spectrums, I feel like I've gotten a better handle on the categorization and shockingly (to me, at least) it seems *I* am actually also very aromantic and moderately touch averse (though I would not consider myself asexual). Who would have thunk that fanfic would teach me a very important fact about myself? It was like I was given a key to understanding why my relationships are always so troubled and why I seem to HATE being in relationships, despite repeatedly diving back into them. I literally give each new partner a whole-ass speech about how *incredibly* uncomfortable overly romantic crap makes me feel and how if they start badgering me/guilting me about the whole 'love' concept incessantly, I will likely freak out and end the relationship... and EVERY TIME they pull that crap and then try to guilt me by claiming that they "didn't think I was serious". If I had the language to explain I was aromantic and touch averse (when not specifically gettin' down), I think I could have avoided a lot of damage. Maybe. Anyway, I just wanted to state that shipping an ace or aro/ace character and writing fanfic that actually explains their thought process and feelings can be a SUPER beneficial thing. I don't know why it wasn't obvious to me that nothing is ever 100% black and white, but again, I don't seem to be the only person who believed that. I would gently urge some of the fans who are hardcore (and vocally) *against* shipping Al with anyone to read some of the fics and maybe it can help them adjust their perspective a bit too - just like it helped me. BUT - this *IS* the internet, so if you just want to shout angrily into the void, you can do that too! Two cents complete.

[fatuismooches]

Don't know about other dottore fans, but i love Mr reca dearly and I haven't even played through the new version story yet 😭🙏

Ik you only write for the harbingers, but i would totally not object to you writing for Mr reca because the fanfic area in regards to him is so surprisingly lacking??? (and a lot of it is yandere too :( i get that hes an insane theater kid but i need to cuddle that man) Maybe because of the lack of info around him, but i really need something!!!😩

I miss dottore so so much and Mr reca is just filling in that void for me right now 💔 i love you my weird red eyed dramatic babygirls

I LOVE MR RECA TOO!! 😭🥺🥺🥺 I thought he was very cute since i saw the trailer, and then i kept seeing cute pics of him from the quest and i was like !!!!! And then i finally got to finishing the quest last night and my gosh... he's so BQIDHWQDWQW. He's so cool. He deserves kissies.

Honestly if i get insane enough!!!! I may cook something up!! Actually though i already have a lil story in my head i daydream about..... JUST HEAR ME OUT EVEN IF IT'S ODDLY SPECIFIC - Reca who likes to search for old/barely known films to watch. Comes across a very low budget film reader made with some friends that was honestly quite low quality but the SCRIPT? THE PLOT? MWAH!!! he's obsessed. he needs to meet this genius (you.) and eventually he finds you. only to find out you changed your major from your passion (writing/animation/film or whatever) to something you're not interested at all for certain reasons. And then the rest is him hiring reader as his assistant/script writer and helping them get passionate again 🥺 and he slowly gets insane and doting on you it's cute or whatever <333

Two lines of him from the quest + some HCs i thought were really cute 🥺 (it's nothing spoilery but just in case! it's just him shit talking bad movies and cute assistant director frog moment febuwfew)

THIS LINE. I GIGGLED. WHY IS HE ACTUALLY FUNNY. I think it's cute to imagine him going on to reader about the horrible quality of movies - also, reader plans date nights where said trashy movies are being watched, Reca complains every minute.

THIS LINE TOO ARGHHHHH IM CRYING AND THROWING UPPPPP... THE WAY HE UNDERSTANDS AND TRANSLATES FOR HER IS SO CUTE... HE'S SO SERIOUS ABT HIS FRIEND...

The assistant director is also a camera that Reca uses, so he uses her to keep taking pics of you!!! And then Reca has to insist to her that this is a very important task that he needs her for....... he just talks to her A LOT about you. poor frog has to listen to him be insane about you 24/7.

Just reader befriending the frog in general. She rests on your shoulder frequently and Reca acts betrayed (he's actually so happy!!)

[1800-fight-me]

Thunderstorms & Heartache

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: M (Mature)- as a general rule for my blog, minors please do not interact!

Warnings: violence, cursing, kidnapping, men being creepy.... i think that’s all. 

Word count: About 5.6k

Synopsis: When Aemond captures you the night before your wedding, your life goes down a path of twists and turns that you never expected. Here’s my take on an enemies-to-lovers snuggling-to-survive Aemond x reader fic! 

Author’s note: Sorry I’ve been gone for months! I’m throwing this into the void and running away again (lol) there will eventually (most likely) be a part two to this fic. I still make no promises that I will be back on tumblr regularly, but I hope y’all like this! 

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Aemond Masterlist

You woke in a panic as a hand that was certainly not yours covered your mouth and prevented you from screaming. 

Your eyes widened and your ineffective frantic efforts to fight back lessened as you saw who woke you. 

At the recognition in your eyes he raised his brow in a silent question of your compliance. 

“If I take my hand away, will you scream?” he whispered. 

You reluctantly shook your head even as you glared at him. 

He did as promised and you took a deep breath as you attempted to calm the sharp panic that flowed through you. 

“What the hell are you doing here, Aemond?” you hissed. 

“I am here to rescue you,” he said as he sat back on your bed and pulled you up to a sitting position. 

“Rescue me? I never asked to be rescued,” you snapped at him, wide eyed and confused. 

“Regardless, you are coming with me, sweetheart,” he said with a roll of his eye and enough sarcasm to raise your blood pressure. 

“No, I’m not. Get out of here before I’m caught with a man in my room the night before my wedding,” you said through clenched teeth as you attempted to extricate yourself from his hands as he held your wrist and shoulder. 

His grip only tightened. 

“There will be no wedding,” he replied shortly and you wanted to smack the stupid eyepatch off his face. 

“So you are capturing me then. Who are you to dictate my future?” 

He stared at you with a deadpan look that you were all too familiar with. 

“Your capturer, obviously. Is that not how being captured works?” he drawled. 

You huffed indignantly. 

“Are you going to be compliant or will you make this whole ordeal more miserable than it has to be?” he asked as he stood and pulled you out of the bed with him. 

“The second option,” you snipped back. 

He sighed dramatically even as he threw you over his shoulder unexpectedly and you let out an indignant squeak in surprise. 

“Be quiet,” he hissed. 

“No! If you do not put me down I will scream, I swear it. I will screech and holler and-” 

The wind was taken out of you as he suddenly dropped you down on your bed once more. 

“Quiet! You will get us caught!,” he whispered angrily. 

“Yes, my prince, that is pretty much the point,” you said with a roll of your eyes. 

He pursed his lips in anger as he pulled out a knife. 

Your eyes widened once again in fear, but he used it to cut fabric off the sheet on your bed and then wrapped it across your mouth and tied it on the back of your head. 

You let out a muffled curse of anger and he smirked in satisfaction. 

“Now, do I need to tie your hands and feet together as well or will you be a good little captive and come with me willingly?” 

You merely glared at him and folded your arms across your chest in a small act of defiance. 

You knew that you were incapable of fighting him off physically. The last time you saw him was about a year and a half ago and even then as you watched him train you were taken back by how quick and lethal he had become. 

“Good,” he said with a small upcurve of his lips and hauled you over his shoulder once more. 

_______________

After much sneaking, he made it out of the fortress and crept around to the side where a horse waited for him. 

The moon was at the dark phase of her cycle and it was nearly pitch black. 

He pulled you off his shoulder and placed you on the ground surprisingly gently and slowly which caused your breath to catch. 

As your body slid down the length of his you tried to remind yourself that you hate him. 

You never were very good at believing that particular lie, no matter how many times you told yourself. 

He pulled the cloth off your mouth. There was a soft look in his eye. 

You looked over at the horse and then back at him. 

“Where is Vhagar?” you asked. 

He pursed his lips in annoyance and looked up at the sky as if he were cursing you inside his mind. 

“It would not exactly be inconspicuous to have the largest dragon in the world here with me, now would it?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him as you placed your hands on your hips. 

“She waits for us, but it is a few days' journey on horseback to reach her,” he explained. 

“This is the worst kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of,” you muttered. 

He ignored you, even as he shook his head and moved past you to the horse. 

He ran his hand across its mane and then pulled a bundle of clothes out of the saddle bag. 

He thrust them at you and turned back to the horse. 

“Dress quickly. We need to leave immediately,” he ordered. 

You didn’t have a retort as you truly were grateful for the warm clothes and quickly shucked off your nightgown and redressed in them. 

You were surprised to find that he had given you trousers as opposed to a dress, but you supposed it made sense given the long and cold journey ahead of you. You were grateful for the multiple layers and warmth they provided you. 

You traded your slippers for thick socks and boots and with a small clearing of your throat he turned back to survey your work. 

He nodded and pulled your hood over your head, his touch surprisingly gentle, just as his had been firmly pulled over his shock of white hair to hide it. 

He helped you onto the horse and then sat right behind you. 

The heat of his chest warmed your back as his body was pressed tightly against yours. 

He clicked his tongue and the horse started at a gallop, and soon it was a sprint. 

You and your captor made your way south towards King’s Landing without detection. 

_______________

As the sun began to rise your eyes drooped and your head fell back against Aemond’s shoulder. 

“If you fall asleep and tumble off the horse I shall be incredibly cross with you,” he drawled and you huffed. 

“You dragged me out of my bed in the middle of the night, how do you expect me to not be tired?” 

He sighed. 

“We will stop soon, but we need to get as much distance between us and your former betrothed,” he said firmly. 

You decided to try to annoy him with your silence. It always used to work when you were children. Sure, Aemond was one who appreciates silence, but not when it was due to your anger at him. He never used to be able to handle it when you were mad at him.  

But, oh, how times have changed. 

“What? No withering retort?” he demanded. 

You maintained your silence. 

“Hm. Glorious silence. I would have kidnapped you earlier if I knew it was the price of such blessed quiet,” he said with a dark chuckle. 

You rolled your eyes but refused to speak. 

He sighed softly at his failed attempts to bait you into conversation. 

You smirked in satisfaction. 

_______________

Hours later you finally said, “I thought you said we would stop soon.” 

He laughed spitefully. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me.” 

You sighed. 

“Up here looks like a safe place to rest for a little while,” he said softly as he led the horse off the path and further into the woods. 

You sat and ate your meal of bread, dried meat, and hard cheese while you watched him pull various items out of the saddle bags. 

He laid a blanket out on the ground and gestured towards it. 

You watched him warily and did not move. 

“Honestly, are you really going to be angry with me the entirety of this trip?” he asked as he sat down and crossed his long legs. 

“Trip? This isn’t a trip, Aemond. You stole me from the home of my betrothed!” 

He sighed and rolled his eye. 

“You are such a prick,” you seethed. 

“It is not as if you wished to marry him! Look me in the eye and truthfully tell me you desired to be wed to that sack of shit and I will betray my brother’s orders and take you back immediately.” 

You looked down at your hands as you fidgeted and ripped apart the bread nervously. 

You could not tell him what he asked of you. 

You didn’t want to look up and see the smirk that surely adorned his lips. 

“It was my duty,” you said softly, weakly. 

“You used to care little for duty,” he said, his voice velvety smooth, the way it always did when he felt assured he had won an argument. 

“Yes, well I grew up, Aemond. I learned that I must do what was expected of me in order to survive,” you rasped as tears began to fill your eyes. 

You risked a glance up at you and his expression was hard, but there was a flicker of remorse and concern in his eye. 

You looked away. 

He sighed. 

“Rest. I’ll wake you in a few hours so we can continue our journey,” he said and you nodded. 

You returned the remainder of your food to the saddle bag and as you laid on the blanket, Aemond laid another on top of you. 

You didn’t get a chance to say anything as he immediately turned and walked a few paces away to sit on watch. 

Sleep quickly found you. 

_______________

You woke, once again, to Aemond startling you awake. 

It was becoming a habit for him, one you loathed. 

He hissed your name and shook your shoulder as he crouched over you. 

You looked at him and opened your mouth but he shook his head and whispered, “There’s a group of men coming this way. We need to be prepared.” 

You nodded even as your heart began to pound. 

As quickly as you could, you helped him pack up the supplies. 

He pulled up his hood and you followed suit before he helped you up onto the horse. 

He was soon behind you and grabbed the reins. 

“I don’t have to remind you that betraying me and taking your chances with random men would be a horribly stupid decision, do I?” he murmured in your ear as four men on horses neared the two of you as you returned to the path in the forest. 

The thought had of course crossed your mind. But you at least knew Aemond to be relatively honorable. You didn’t have the same assurances of the strange men you were soon to encounter. 

“No,” you breathed out. 

“Good. Take your hood down. Perhaps if they are distracted by how pretty you are they will not ask many questions of us,” he whispered. 

Your heart thumped harder within your chest. 

You did as he asked. 

“Would it not have been wiser to keep hiding?” you murmured back as the men were close enough to properly view them. 

You gulped in fear. 

“We were not very well hidden. And besides, it is always better to meet potential enemies prepared and on your feet,” he said quietly, his mouth close to your ear. 

“Hello there!” one of the men called out as he raised his hand in a wave. 

Aemond waved back. 

They met you in the road and Aemond pulled the horse to a halt. 

“Where are you lot headed?” the man asked in a thick accent and a too curious gleam in his eye. 

“My wife and I are headed south towards the city to find better work,” Aemond replied curtly. 

You kept your expression neutral though you wanted to scowl at him calling you his wife. 

“Not much work in the city. You may have to go further,” one of the men called out. 

“Thank you for the suggestion. We’ll take it into consideration,” Aemond replied and indicated the horse to continue forward. 

“Have I seen you somewhere before?” the man in the back asked, and he was looking directly at you. 

You shook your head, but did not speak for fear that your shaky voice would betray you. 

“I highly doubt it. My wife and I have lived very remote for the last few years. But she does have the type of beauty that feels familiar to many,” he said and one hand curled around your hip protectively. 

“Safe travels,” he then said before they could reply and continued his guidance of the horse forward and past the group of men. 

“To you as well,” one of the men replied but there was something in his voice that pricked at the back of your neck. 

You turned and watched the men as they rode in the opposite direction. 

Once they were out of sight you heaved a sigh of relief and slumped back into his body. 

He buried his face in your neck and hair and hummed softly. 

“I do not think they believed our story. We must make haste as well as change our route, otherwise we may find more trouble,” Aemond said.  

You allowed yourself a few more moments of comfort from his touch before you sat up straighter and put as much space between the two of you that riding together on a horse would allow, which wasn’t very much. 

“Okay,” you said shakily. 

_______________

Trouble found you not much later in the form of a viciously cold thunderstorm. 

Harsh rain turned into ice as it pelted your skin. The cold cut through and seeped into your bones. 

Aemond had already led the horse off the beaten path and through the woods, a lesser known path he claimed to be familiar with. 

The trees did not provide enough protection from the weather, however. 

Hooded cloaks could only do so much to prevent one from becoming soaked. 

As quickly as possible, but also after what felt like an eternity, Aemond spotted a shallow cave on the side of a large hill. 

It was protected enough from the elements to provide a reprieve.  

You pulled off your cloak and found that your shirt was not as wet as you expected, the same however could not be said for your pants. 

At the look on your face Aemond said, “I do not have any additional clothes for either of us. You should still remove them and let them dry.” 

You glared at him. 

“I will freeze to death.” 

He tossed you the blankets. 

“You’ll freeze quicker wearing cold wet clothes.” 

You pursed your lips together but could not deny the logic of what he said. 

You laid out one of the blankets and then looked over your shoulder to see him murmuring softly to the horse. 

You unlaced and slid your feet out of your boots, grateful they had protected your thick socks enough that they were still dry, then shucked off your wet trousers. 

You laid them beside your cloak in an attempt to allow them to dry before you laid on top of the blanket and pulled the second blanket firmly over you to protect your modesty. 

“This storm will surely delay us. Hopefully it passes during the night,” Aemond said. 

“What will happen to me when we arrive at our destination?” you asked in a small voice. 

He turned back and looked at you in concern. 

“Do you imagine I would drag you to some horrific fate?” he said, replying to your question with another question.  

You turned over so your back was facing him, partially to give him privacy to undress and partially to avoid his gaze as you spoke. 

“I… I do not know you as I once did,” you murmured. 

“Hm,” he hummed in discontent as he laid beside you. 

“Though we grew apart, I would never wish you ill,” he said finally. 

“Grew apart?” you scoffed. 

He sighed. 

“Your former betrothed had already sworn himself to my sister. The plan is to end your prior engagement and wed you to an ally of my brother. That way your father’s arm is twisted into remaining our ally rather than switching sides in this impending war,” he said. 

The silence after he spoke felt heavy. The only sounds were the pouring rain as it beat against your small hiding place and your heartbeat as it pounded. 

Finally you spoke slowly, “I was right before. This truly is the worst kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of.” 

A huff of hair fell past his lips, it almost sounded like a laugh. 

“It was Aegon’s plan and nothing I attempted to counsel could dissuade him,” he said. 

“My father will be furious,” you said, your voice shaky as shivers wracked your body. Even under the blanket, the cold felt inescapable. 

“Less so if you are agreeable to your new betrothed,” he murmured. 

You suddenly felt the heat of him against your back and squeaked in surprise as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and pulled you against him. 

“Hush. I cannot possibly sleep with your teeth clattering so loudly as you shiver,” he said haughtily. 

You were stiff for a moment but too quickly felt yourself relax and melt into his body and the warmth he provided. 

You could not even be angry with him, for you were far too comfortable. 

“Who is to be my new betrothed?” you asked quietly, after a few moments of silence. 

You waited for his response. 

Finally he said, “I do not know.” 

You weren’t quite certain if you believed him, but exhaustion weighed heavy upon you and wrapped in his warmth you were swiftly pulled into unconsciousness. 

_______________

You were floating, for now, though you began to fear as water rose and rose around you. Then you were flailing as a hand wrapped around your ankle and attempted to pull you down. 

You fought your hardest, but you were powerless against the strength of that hand. 

You ran out of air and attempted to breathe, but choked on salty water, and attempted to scream but no sounds came out. 

You were being pulled into inky depths until fire surrounded you, turning the water into mist and you could breathe, you could breathe in deep as hot dry air that filled your lungs. 

The fire twirled, danced around you and burned the hand that attempted to drown you. 

You were free, and as you sobbed in relief, the fire licked at your cheek, never burning - never hurting, and dried the tears on your cheeks. 

A voice murmured your name, and so you reached a hand for that voice, up and away from the dark murky water. 

“We need to go,” Aemond said, his voice urgent as he shook your shoulder. 

You groaned and attempted to pull the blanket over your head, but it was tugged from your grip. 

You opened one eye and found the object of your ire as he knelt beside you, staring at you with one eyebrow up, judgment clear on his face. 

“You really are a horribly deep sleeper, it is near impossible to wake you, it is no wonder you were so easily captured,” he mused then stood and pulled the blanket completely off you. 

“Asshole” you seethed as you yanked down your shirt where it had rucked up enough to show your underclothes. 

He winked at you as he turned around to give you the privacy to redress. You clenched your teeth in anger as you held back your retort. 

You groaned internally as you realized it was still raining. It was certainly no longer storming as it had been only hours before, if your level of exhaustion was any indication, but it still rained rather heavily. 

You were in for what would certainly be another miserable day if your pounding head and Aemond’s chipper attitude were any indication. 

You swiftly pulled on your pants, boots, and cloak and trudged back into the rain. 

_______________

The rain slowed and stopped sometime early in the morning. 

The conversation between you and Aemond did the same after one too many snippy comments from you. And also him. The tension was rather strong. 

It had been so long that there was anger and hurt feelings between the two of you that you hardly remembered the love and friendship that was once there. 

No, that was a lie. It haunted you. There was a reason you had been unable to stand his presence for years without nearly biting his head off. 

When you were children he had been your best friend, your childhood crush, your biggest ally and confidant. Until all of that love turned into hurt feelings and resentment. 

You had entirely too much time this morning to ruminate on the past, and the thought occurred to you that maybe you should discuss it with him and attempt to put it behind you. 

You turned and looked back at him. 

It frustrated you endlessly that a part of you that you had attempted to squash for years was attracted to him. 

It was not lost on you that the boy you grew up with had become a dashing, lethal warrior. 

With his sharp cheekbones and jawline and curved lips that were entirely too distracting…

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked dryly. 

You huffed and turned back around. 

This adventure had, to your utter dismay, softened your feelings towards the man who sat behind you, pressed against you, his long silver hair blowing around the two of you in the wind. 

“Nothing,” you muttered. 

You knew if you looked back you would see a smirk on his perfect lips and it ignited your anger once again. 

You let silence fall and couldn’t find the courage within you to share your thoughts and feelings. 

_______________

“Do you plan to stop any time today?” you complained. 

“Surely you- shit,” he cut himself off and cursed as he snapped the reins and urged the horse to speed from a walk into a gallop. 

He yanked his hood over his head. 

“What is it?” you asked as you craned your head to see around his body. 

“Shit,” you echoed him. 

A group of about ten men on horses had rounded the hidden curve of the path behind the two of you. 

“Do you think those are the suspicious assholes from before?” you asked worriedly. 

Aemond pursed his lips into a thin line as he nodded stiffly. 

“We can’t outrun them, not with two people on one horse,” he said. 

“D-do we fight? I can’t fight. Oh my gods, Aemond you’re ruining my life. I should be married to a boring old man right now, not running for my life with my worst enemy-”

“Quiet, we are not going to fight, you ridiculous woman. We are going to act normal and do our best to talk our way out of this situation,” he said calmly as the men sped their horses and closed in on the two of you. 

One man, the same man who didn’t stop staring at you the last time you saw him, led his horse directly in your path, causing Aemond to yank the reins of his horse. 

The horse skidded to a stop abruptly and you gripped Aemond’s hand as your heart began to gallop in fear. 

“Well hello again,” the man said with an all too knowing smile. 

You gulped. 

“Hello there, what a pleasant surprise to see you again,” Aemond replied. 

The men chuckled darkly and you shivered. 

Aemond placed a hand on your thigh and stroked his thumb back and forth in an effort to reassure you. 

“It certainly is a truly pleasant surprise,” one of the men practically purred. 

“Well, perhaps we can schedule a third meeting, but otherwise my wife and I have to get going,” Aemond said. 

“Your wife, huh? I mentioned she looked familiar, didn’t I?”

“Hm,” Aemond hummed noncommittally. 

You began to feel queasy and perhaps slightly lightheaded. 

“Well, now there’s a ransom out for a runaway bride. The description matches your wife exactly.” 

Your breaths became shallow as the men leered at you. 

Aemond chuckled in a way that made him appear completely unconcerned. 

“I am sorry to inform you that my wife and I have been married for years, so you must be mistaken,” he replied. 

“Really? Because I think we would’ve heard if a Targaryen got married. Isn’t that right, Prince Aemond?,” the dark haired man said. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

You wish you were better at this. 

Say something. Say anything, you screamed at yourself. 

You were frozen, you were frozen, and you clung to Aemond’s hand as your only lifeline in your fear. 

Good gods, you were tired of being afraid. It wasn’t just the cold terror you were experiencing. No, dread and fear had been a part of your life ever since Aemond had walked out of it when you were young. You feared rejection, your duties in life, your future. 

So you made a decision right then and there, with tears pooling in your eyes, that you would never be afraid again. 

You would fight, you would become a fighter, a warrior, whatever it took. Starting here and now. 

“What do you want from us?” you asked sharply. 

The men laughed once again and instead of fear slicing through you, it was anger. 

“Well we would like a payday, pretty lady,” one of the men from the back said and they all gave you predators smiles. 

“And I would like to go one day without a man being an absolute prick,” you snapped back. 

The men’s faces hardened. 

“Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement,” Aemond said and he gripped your waist. 

“How about we capture you and sell you for ransom?” the man teased back. 

“Not fucking again,” you said with gritted teeth. 

You reached behind you and slowly pulled Aemond’s dagger out of the sheath at his waist. 

His fingers brushed yours, but he didn’t stop you. 

You weren’t certain what his plan contained, surely he had one, but you were sick of waiting. 

Particularly after the men laughed in a way that made your skin crawl. 

“She’s got a mouth on her. I like that,” one of the men said. 

The knife flew from your hand and buried itself in the chest of the man blocking the path. 

“Shit,” Aemond hissed as he snapped the reins and the horse launched herself forward. 

The man slid off his horse with a thud, the horse neighed loudly in a panic and rose on its hind legs but you, Aemond, and your horse were already passing by. 

The other men stared in shock which gave your horse enough time to get past the group of harassers. 

Then the shouting began. 

Aemond pulled out his sword as he shouted, “Take the reins!” 

You did as he ordered and snapped them once more, the horse was now galloping at top speed. 

You knew it wouldn’t be enough. 

There was a clearing in the trees up ahead and as you saw a large shadow over it you looked back at Aemond, eyes widened in a silent question. 

He nodded and you threw up a prayer to any gods listening that the two of you would make it. 

His sword clashed with a man who caught up to the two of you. 

You yanked another knife out of the saddle bag and turned just in time to see another man catching up with his sword out and pointing at you. 

You aimed and let the dagger fly from your hand and watched it reach its mark directly between the attacker’s eyes. 

You gasped a sigh of relief at the same time Aemond gutted the other man. 

The clearing in the trees was closer. 

“Do you have any more daggers?” you asked.

“No,” he said through gritted teeth as he engaged in another sword fight. 

The wind tore at you as the horse raced at a breakneck speed. 

Finally, just as the other men were nearly caught up and Aemond felled another foe, you reached the break in the trees and your horse sprinted through the clearing. As soon as you were clear, Vhagar appeared to fall from the sky with an ear shattering roar as she landed between you and your pursuers, crushing a few of them.

The ground shook hard enough that your teeth clattered and you tightened your grip on your horse. 

“Dracarys Vhagar!” Aemond yelled. 

Her roar turned into flame hot enough to turn your tormentors into ashes and you gasped in relief, a few tears slipping from your eyes.

You led the horse to slow and stopped and stared at Vhagar with wide eyes, both fearful and in awe. 

Aemond slid off the horse before he helped you as well.

“Are you alright?” Aemond asked worriedly as he pulled you into his arms. 

You allowed yourself to sink into his embrace for a count of five before you pulled away and pointed a finger in his face. 

“I’m not done fighting. I am incredibly angry with you,” you said strongly. 

He blinked in surprise. 

“For capturing you and getting you into this situation?” he asked cautiously. 

“No,” you said with a dismissive wave of the hand, “I’m over that. I think my actions have shown that.” 

He raised his eyebrow at you, his only show of confusion. 

“I’m angry at you for abandoning me,” you said heatedly as your breathing quickened and your eyes stung with tears. 

“What?” he asked, his tone suddenly flat. 

“You decided that obtaining a dragon meant you no longer had to concern yourself with the likes of those below you. And that is fuc-”

“That’s your version of the story?” he chuckled spitefully. 

He leaned down so his gorgeous face was closer to yours. 

“High talk for someone who was disgusted at being associated with a cripple,” he said, his lip curled in anger and his teeth clenched. 

“What?” it was your turn to ask. 

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his anger becoming something vicious. 

“I wouldn’t. I would never-” 

“Aegon told me! He heard you talking to one of the other noble children and-” 

“He lied! Your brother is a lying piece of shit!” 

You were both breathing heavily, your faces merely inches apart. 

“I…. He lied?” he asked. 

“Yes, you asshole,” you seethed. 

He licked his lips as he stared at you thoughtfully, the anger deflating from his face. 

“I would never drop you just because I got a dragon, you were my closest and most cherished friend,” he said. 

“And you were mine,” you admitted. “That’s why I was so angry and rude to you… which I regret.”

“I find myself full of feelings of regret as well. I was unaware of your side of the story,” he said softly. 

“All that time wasted,” you said. 

“Hm,” he hummed in agreement. 

His face was still close to yours. There was a heat between the two of you that had not dissipated just because the anger was gone. Then you remembered your agreement with yourself. 

You took a deep breath, “I don’t plan on wasting any more time. I’ve lived my life in fear for far too long. Fear of being rejected, fear of becoming too attached to anyone else, fear of fulfilling my duty, and fear of the consequences of not fulfilling it. Fear of my own feelings, my own wants. But not anymore. I’ll face whatever the future and duty expects of me but today….” 

“Today?” he prompted as he glanced down at your lips, then met your gaze once more. 

“Today I am going to act on my feelings and desires for once and face the consequences later.” you said as you placed a hand on his chest. 

“And what are your desires?” he practically purred as he cupped your cheek with his hand. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed out. 

His lips pressed into yours, and it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss like you had always imagined your first kiss with Aemond to be, no it was fiery and all consuming. As his lips moved against yours you did what you had always wanted to do, and tangled your fingers in his silken white hair. 

He groaned softly as you tightened your grip and he hauled you impossibly closer against the hard planes of his body. 

At the brush of his tongue against yours, you whimpered with desire. 

A shiver went all the way down your spine and your toes curled as he consumed you. 

Vhagar roared and you pulled back from him with a laugh. His crooked smile melted your heart and he nudged his nose against yours and kissed you once more, softly and sweetly. 

As he pulled back you grinned at him. 

He didn’t release you from his embrace, which you were grateful for. But, he did take a deep breath as he stared deeply into your eyes. 

“I must tell you that I was not completely honest with you before,” he said, his voice low and vulnerable. 

“About what?” you asked carefully. 

“I do know who my brother intends to betroth you to,” he replied. 

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, wordlessly asking him to explain, even as you extricated yourself from his grasp and crossed your arms. 

He pressed his lips together. 

“You are to marry me,” he said finally. 

“What?” you gasped. 

To be continued....

[depoemdawg]

Unveil (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Character: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the self-appointed explorer of Hogwarts, finds herself investigating a mysterious new Slytherin student and his unknown connection to the ghost in the Room of Requirements.

Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long but I will never leave this story unfinished because I've had that done to me with another fanfic and it actually broke my heart. Also, I feel confident about this part! It was really fun to write. If you guys have any feedback, I'd love to learn how you feel about the story <3

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“Expelliarmus.” He disarms me with a swift motion before I could even raise my wand. For a moment, time freezes. I’m at a loss for words as he stares back at me. I’m anticipating his next move but he just stares as if he were anticipating mine. My heart thumps out of my chest at this point but I open my mouth to let out a scream for help.

“Silencio.”

If I couldn’t give away my anger through my words, I definitely showed it through my glare. But that didn’t affect him one bit. Mattheo walks in through the door and I follow suit. I couldn’t let him get away, I doubt he’d let me get away even if I had tried to run.

The room is the same as it was when I was here. This time, I noticed more about it. I noticed the glass ceiling that moonlight strung through. I noticed the symbols on the doors. Mattheo strolls around the room, examining his surroundings which were clear of signs of a ghost. He finds the notebook in the middle of the room, on the desk, and picks it up. He is disappointed yet again by the lack of words in the book. He throws the book on the wall in a fit of frustration.

I raise an eyebrow at his loss of his usual cool. This was a side I’d never seen of him and I doubt anyone else at Hogwarts did either. He stalks up to me, wand at my throat. “Where. Is. He?”

I suck in a sharp breath as the wand presses against my throat, I tilt my head and look at him in disbelief. How exactly was he expecting me to talk?

Mattheo shuts his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, barely calming himself. With another wave of his wand, I’m able to speak again.

“What do you want from him?” I ask.

“You’re in no place to be asking the questions.” He scoffs.

“Are you planning on raising another army of deatheaters?” I continue.

“Ask me another question and I won’t be as my patient as I have been with you, Raven.”

I scowl at his threat. Just as the tensions within the room rose, the ghost appeared from out of thin air. He sauntered over to us as if he had better things to do. I don’t imagine ghosts have much of a social life, let alone the ghost of Tom Riddle.

I glance at Mattheo to gauge his reaction to the ghost of his dead father. His face was surprisingly void of emotion, of course it was. In this moment, it was clear as day that he was a Riddle. I almost cursed myself for not seeing it earlier if it weren’t for his admittedly, skilled, connivery.

As the ghost came closer, his attention seemed to be caught on to Mattheo. As if he knew exactly who he was. Tom Riddle stopped in front of us, sneering at the boy. “What are you doing here?”

“You know why I’m here, father.” I’d love to be serious right now but what is with Slytherins and their daddy issues? Seriously! It’s getting out of hand.

I slowly inch away from the two as they share an intense look of hatred towards each other. But as I do, I stumble on the carpet. “Crap.”

Mattheo turns to me and tilts his head, glaring at me. His father stays fixed on his son. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt this wonderful, heartwarming reunion.” I give them a tight smile and stand frozen in place. There was no way I was getting out of this now.

“Where is she?” Mattheo turns back to the ghost.

Tom Riddle raises his eyebrows in feigned innocence before turning away. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Mattheo clenches his jaw. “Where is my mother?”

Oh shit.

Tom Riddle freezes in his place, his ghostly figure tensing up. The room suddenly felt much colder as clouds began blocking the moon’s light turning the room into a disarray of shadows.

“If only you had had such passion towards my aims.” He sighs, turning around. His face seemed as if it has sunken even more as he dissected Mattheo with his eyes.

“I have no interest in being a part of your psychotic plans.” Mattheo scoffed and walked towards his father. “Tell me where she is and I’ll consider not revealing your location to Dumbledore.”

“You think I’m afraid of Dumbledore?”

“I know you are.” Tom’s ghost flew through Mattheo in rage. The entire room began shaking and grumbling.

“You’re a disappointment! I should have never brought you into this world!” His father sneered

“You think I haven’t heard that before?” Mattheo coldly chuckles.

“You’re better off not finding your mother, she’d just be just as disappointed as me.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes and turned away. “There’s no use in this.” He mutters, walking towards the door out. “I’ll tell Dumbledore you said ‘Hey’.”

After a few minutes in silence.“There.” The ghost held up his arm to point to the door on his right. “You and your pathetic mother can be together.” He lets put through clenched teeth and disappeared.

Suddenly, it was just the two of us in the room. He stood quietly for a moment.

“Mattheo?” I mumble as I walked towards him. “Are you okay-“

“I’m fine.” He interrupts in an aggressive tone before turning to face me. “You’re coming.” Mattheo states as if I don’t have a choice.

“You’re saying that like I don’t have a choice.”

“What makes you think you have one.” He says before opening the door the ghost pointed at. The door opened to a small wooden room with nothing in it besides a necklace.

I peak into the room. “I’m not going.”

“And you think I’m going to let you run off and tell everyone what you saw today?” He tilt his head and raises an eyebrow. A small smirk teasing his lips.

“I won’t!” I nod profusedly.

“You’re coming.” He grabs hold of my arm and nudges me into the room. I throw him a glare but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t curious as to where this is going. I picked up the necklace from the floor, it held the mystery initials ‘O.P’ with beautiful flowers carved into the letters.

“What is this?”

He fit himself into the tiny room with me and closed the door. I suddenly feel how close he is to me and try to distance myself from him as much as I can.

“It’s a portkey.“ He noted as he took the necklace from me. Mattheo glances up from the necklace to look at me.

Our faces were inches away from each other as I tried to hold back a blush forming on my cheeks from embarrassment. It was embarrassment, right?

“Are you afraid of me?” He narrows his eyes at me.

“Give me a reason not to be.” I state. “Where do you think this portkey goes?”

His gaze stays on me, burning holes into my head.

“Only one way to find out.” He puts the necklace around his neck. “Hold my hand.”

“What??” I nearly choke on my own spit. “No.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” The corner of his lips lift in amusement.

“I’m pretty sure we can just hold the necklace together.” I fold my arms.

Mattheo rolls his eyes and grabs my hand and within seconds we're being whisked away into teleportation. We fall through a wind tunnel, holding on to each for our lives.

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We finally land on solid ground after what felt like forever. At this point I’m crushing Mattheo’s hand in my hand, trying my best not to lose my balance and fall to the ground.

“You are the worst person I’ve ever met.” I say, out of breath from screaming.

“That’s not the first time someones told me that.” Mattheo sighs and looks around. “This is….” He looks like he’s at a loss of words.

I look around us to find a dark and gloomy graveyard. Just in time for halloween. "Not what I was expecting..." He frowns.

Three kids saunter up by us as we stand there heaving. They laugh to each other as they pass by us. “You can’t kiss in the graveyard!” One yells as they scream and start running.

The silence after that was incredibly deafening. Mattheo sighs and walks towards the pathway. “Come on.” He’s still holding my hand.

I jog to catch up with him.

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And I’m still holding his hand. Damn it.

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[lesdeuxxx]

ATTENTION PEOPLE: MISSING FANFIC SEARCH:

So this is going to be very incredibly confusing, but I’m searching for this fic I read a really long time ago. In light of the possibility ao3 gets banned, I’m going to save fics that I think deserve to be preserved like the literature they are. This includes fics that I read previously and really liked. However, I’m having trouble finding this Heartstopper fic I read ages ago back when I was still in the fandom and do not remember the title of. I fear it may have been deleted. But regardless, I will shout into the void and hope and pray someone knows the fic I’m taking about and can maybe send me the link. So here’s a plot recap:

It’s set during the Christmas season. Charlie is homeless. He breaks into nicks shed to steal power tools to pawn them for money but nick catches him, and feels bad. Slowly over time they become friends, and nick does what he can to help Charlie. The early chapters im blanking on but it gets interesting much later. Charlie stays with nick after a lot of convincing and they lie to nicks parents (who in this fic, are still together-nicks father is a cop.) and say he goes to truham. Christmas rolls around and nick (I think) fakes sick to stay home while his parents travel or see relatives or something, and Charlie spends a few days with nick alone in the house. Charlie also plays the violin for some reason, which nick happens to have and gifts to Charlie because he never uses it. Charlie grows insecure about “using” nick and eventually runs off, feeling as though he is a nuisance, and so he goes back to the street. His violin gets stolen by some street rats who beat him up, but nick goes out searching for him and throws the street rats off, leading to him and Charlie having to escape and hide in an abandoned apartment Charlie stays in some times. But when you think everything’s okay, the third act happens and Ben comes into play, who is a much older drug dealer who takes advantage of Charlie being in a bad position to have an abusive relationship with him. Charlie tries to go to Elle and Tao, who he met through Ben, and who try to hide him but ultimately he’s sniffed out and Ben takes him when his goons and him storm elle and Tao’s apartment. There’s some sort of fight in I think a motel and and nick gets him back. Imogen is also there, I don’t really remember when she is or what she does until the end, when we find out she went with Ben who is now technically a kidnapper, and nicks cop father has to swat Ben to take him out, and he goes to jail cause turns out he killed Charlie’s mom because she was (I think) verbally abusive to Charlie and it’s what leads to them being together.

Also, a couple random plot points I remember but don’t know where to place include:

-charlie constantly wears a thin denim jacket that later gets traded with one of nicks old puffer coats

-he runs into Tara and Darcy drawing graffiti under a bridge and joins them. If I remember correctly, Darcy was kicked out by her mom and Tara has a shit home life.

-Charlie goes with nicks mom to one of his rugby games and they talk I think

-nick and Charlie have a date where they go to some sort of Christmas fair and I think go ice skating

-Ben may or may not have been drugging and pimping out Charlie, and I think that’s like the main reason why he freaks out about Imogen is cause he’s worried it’ll happen to her?

-when Ben brings Charlie to the hotel, he shoot’s up heroin

The fic was posted during the holiday season, I do remember that. As for the year, I’m not sure, but I would say it’s likely to be either from December 2021 or 2022.

If ANYONE remembers anything about this fic, the name, the author, anything at all, please comment below. I remember it was an incredible story and I know I would feel incredible guilt if I couldn’t find it again while I’m on the hunt to preserve my favorite fics before the government might take them away from me.

[tsartistry]

I think something we overlook a lot is the fact that Greek male gods can get pregnant and it is canon in Percy Jackson. It is literally canon that Apollo Mpregged Kayla (knowing pjo Apollo I always feel like it’s him that did it)

That means that before the battle of manhattan there is a good chance at least 1/3 of the kids there COULD have been from MPREG. Meaning brother could have been pregnant the majority of the books and we just didn’t know bro….

So imagine Apollo/lester learning about themselves after being brainwashed and that’s one of the things they find out they can do…

(Yes I am running on lack of sleep when I type this and in the morning I will regret talking about MPREG once again)

Listen buddy when you're in both the Venom and TOA fandoms, mpreg just comes with the territory 🤷‍♀️ Actual discord experience I have had:

It is VERY funny to imagine and I hope every fanfic that involves Lester & Amnesia will always bring up Kayla's parentage for that exact reason.

In the actual Niobe fic I think it will just be a quick throw-away joke, buuut as long as it's on my mind I might as well think aloud about it somewhere.

Under the cut I will be turning your silly jokey ask into a sincere character analysis & discussion about generational trauma, please stand by

Putting aside the humor for a moment, it's worth noting that early on in the story, Niobe keeps Lester isolated and that affects him deeply. Not only that, he's literally missing pieces of his soul. There is a profound emptiness inside him. I think if Lester could get past the body horror of pregnancy, that there might be a part of him that finds it appealing? There is a void in his life and he's so desperate to fill it that he'd be willing to place that responsibility on the shoulders of a hypothetical baby who doesn't get a choice in the matter -- the same way Niobe is using him to fill HER emotional needs. It's generational trauma, babey.

Luckily, Sadie does a Flynn Rider and roundhouse kicks her way into his life and puts him on the path to healing, so he is not at risk of becoming that kind of parent. And when Meg eventually reunites with him you KNOW she's putting her own experience with parental abuse to work untangling the mess Niobe created in his psyche.

As long as we're on the subject, I think the reason the Apollo cabin had the most kids pre-TLO is that Apollo sees each child as a unique and beautiful collaboration with someone he adores. The mortals he falls for all bring something new and exciting into his life, and he wants to create something together with them, to bring a whole new person into the world and see what they become and how they invent themselves.

See this is what happens when you bring silly jokes into my inbox, there is a risk that I might talk about it seriously.

[calumhoodgoss]

horror story of a teenage 5sos blogger

let me set the scene - its the mid 2010s, I'm 17, in the height of my 5sos fan career, im watching keek compilations all day and scrolling tumblr all night. Life is good.

Fast forward a few months and I start talking to this cute boy at school. we start going on dates, having first kisses - and first everything elses. we're falling madly in love. it's intense (and so cringy to look back at as an adult) but again, life is good! not a worry in the world!!

eventually.. it somehow comes up that my boyfriend and i both have tumblrs (of VERY different nature's mind you). we wanted to show eachother things we'd found online but we were both adamant we didn't want to see eachothers blogs (FOR OBVIOUS REASONS). instead of following each other, we would send each other screenshots of funny textposts, pictures, etc. - blacking out our respective blog names and url's to protect our online anonymity. life is good!

now by day, I'm spending all hours messaging my totally hot boyfriend but by night... by night, I'm reblogging hot gifs of calum hood, smut fanfics, imagines, general gifs of hot couples making out (ifykyk). it's the HEIGHT of tumblr fanfiction and imagine culture and I could not get enough. i was exploring things in real life with my boyfriend while also exploring online through fics. reblogging every single thing along the way. i was having my cake and eating it too and it was a fucking good time to be alive. life is so good!

of course, like any normal person, I was using my tags as a stream of consciousness. a way to get out my feelings about cal, about my boyfriend, about being a teenager, about LITERALLY EVERYTHING. Unfiltered, hormonal, teenage girl writing about the boys she likes. every. damn. night. life! is! good!

until.. all until.. my boyfriend and i were lying together in a park, under a tree, light filtering down on us as we talk and laugh and kiss - a perfect afternoon UNTIL he says there's something he has to tell me. 'what does *name of my blog* mean?'

TURNS OUT, the very first time I sent him a screenshot of something, I didn't black out my url properly and he had been SECRETLY STALKING MY BLOG FOR MONTHHHSSSS.

MONTHS

MONTHS!!!!!!

Literally just months worth of calum hood smut, so.much.smut, smut requests too!!!, soft porn gifs WITH TAGS LITERALLY EXPLICITLY ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND, countless text posts about our dates and whatever the fuck I was thinking or feeling that day, 5sos drama, EVERYTHING. EVERYTHINGGGGG. ABSOLUTELY EV ER Y THIN G

needless to say that blog was immediately scorched from the surface of the earth. and since then, I virtually haven't been on 5sos tumblr - until now. I was so mortified that I wasn't just throwing my thoughts into the void, I was literally scarred.

we're still together though lol I guess he some how liked me enough to look past the 5sos blog HAHA. he's a much stronger person than I because if the roles were reversed and he had some obsessed teenage fan blog, I think i would have gotten the ick straight away. Especially since I literally NEVER talked about 5sos with him because I was soooo embarrassed that I was obsessed with them (this was album one era guys HAHA and my boyfriend was way cooler than me in highschool). now I don't care, I play them in the shower all the time - he can deal with it hahaha

moral of the story is, idk don't tell your teenage boyfriend you have tumblr cause he will find your blog

[sanchoyo]

just finished echoes of wisdom!! (MAJOR) spoilers under the cut for my initial, very fresh thoughts. Lots of them

the outfits were so so cute. kitty outfit was a big hit for obvious reasons but I also loved Silk PJs and OG princess fits (dress and traveling one... <3) theres apparently a blue version of the dress and black cat outfit you get from amibos but I wasnt 100%ing and im not buying amibos just for that (even tho I would really like 2 have it akdsfk) a+ accessory designs too!!

great character designs, insanely varied for the gerudo and goron designs between every npc!! (probably the best gerudo designs to date IMO)

fav echoes were Hoard of Crows (me siccing like 6 crows on enemies) gold wind up bird u get from dampe (btw fun new role for him!!) bc I Liked Fast Money, lv 3 lizalfos (BLUE BIG BODYGUARD FOR ME) and lv 3 darknut. also obviously teddy bear. was throwing it at NPCs i liked all game

really enjoyed how many enemies returned from previous games!!! and diving!!! diving finally came back!! (LOVED the zora area, had a lot of fun with the pirate ship area over there too)

what was up with that one optional boss that was like a sentient fart. that was weird and I suspect he was supposed to come back and then I missed him on the second go around LMAO

the hebra mountain storyline had me in TEARS i was spawning teddy bears at that dude to try to make him feel better rapid fire (this did not help. sad) i was hoping i could find his brother and make him go back ;_; (cant recall the dudes name but that was the same species as the ones from twilight princess, right?)

the way i leveled up my swordfighter form SO much expecting to use it in the final boss fight and then had to give link his shit back and was unable to use it in the final fight?? INFURIATING. docking points on the rating for this game just for that shit. why give me the option to level up my sword and energy if not let me use it again null??? AUGH!!! I WANTED TO FIGHT TOO!!! NOT JUST USE ECHOES!!!

link and zelda both having to fight evil versions of each other at some point was kind of slay tho (also us having to come rescue him from the crystal? also slay) fanfic writers please have them jumping at mirrors and also seeing each other for a while tho, great concept

the final boss had me really surprised, i was 100% expecting ganon to show up or be the final boss (HE WAS ON THE POSTER...AND COVER ART...) but he was just another echo?? so where did null get that echo, exactly? was the ganon at the start that kidnapped zelda the real one, then link killed him and null echoed him from there?? unclear

null was a great final boss conceptually tho and i 100% hope they use them for future games. eldritch horror wasnt what i expected but thats AMAZING (putting their disappointing, sort of chaotic, but not hard final boss fight aside). very scary. very cool. walking around in their insides(??) to get to them (??) was awesome. love when cute games get a lil dark. adds flavor. cool new lore!!! cant wait for the lore implication theory videos to come out (do we think null is stronger than demise?? I decided I Do think so, demise is a Demon and null is some huge cosmic horror, feels like the scales tip to null being stronger...)

why was everyone at the end so shocked at what link said. whatd he say that had them shook i need to know (was it that he could talk again?? wasnt that a temporary problem from being in the void lol??)

need more games to play as zelda now. loved it. best loz game to come out since botw, maybe actually ranks higher in my mind?? (could be recency bias ofc, but it checked so many boxes for me) really fresh concept, my only real gripes are how the final boss fight played out (GIVE ME MY SWORDFIGHTER FORM BACK!!! LET ME SLICE!!) and the dang echo menu being 234234 miles long...the sorting features were nice, but still, needed a better menu for that in general. i scrolled 30 miles in the snow uphill etc.

also barely any of the ost was super stand-out to me, which (like. it was FINE but given how good the music in cadence of hyrule was they shouldve brought those guys back to do this music tbh. that game had me spoiled on good loz remixes. I stand by the fact it has probably the best ost in ALL of the zelda games.)

i LOVED the puzzles and dungeons. missed them soo much in recent loz games. i LOVE PUZZLE!!!!!!!!! none of them were too hard and it also wasnt too hand-holdy. perfect level of makes me think but not Steam my Brain type stuff.

smoothies were cute and really fun to play with. the deku scrubs were SO cute (they all used they/them too i think. based) all the CATS!! WERE SO CUTE!! just really appreciate how cute everything in the game was in general. the fact i could chuck teddy bears at enemies. best game actually

cant say i was crazy about any of the mini games but none were super hard once you had the froggy item. it felt like cheating a lil bit to use it but that was one of the items I wore until the end (along with my cute heart bow of COURSE. cant be saving hyrule if you aint cute)

fav NPCS were hebra mountain guy (conte??) the gerudo chief's daughter (she really felt like zelda's sidon, but not annoying <3) and general wright surprisingly (I really enjoyed how loudly supportive of zelda he was!! he was like YEAH OUR PRINCESS IS SO STRONG SHE CAN FIX IT AND BEAT THOSE MONSTERS!!! LETS GOO i loved that energy for us)

saying goodbye to tri destroyed me. I was crying real ugly tears. (I started thinking about my dog and saying goodbye to him last month and how much tri's speech reminded me of what I told him AUGH. its still fresh and hurts but this was somehow really healing to play. like this came at the perfect time I think)

thoughts subject to change once I watch other people's playthrus and listen to theory videos and think on it for a while but rn? solid 8/10 game (and I only docked points for the dang end boss fight really, REALLY good game up until then)

[goose-duck]

Can you make a Adam x Jonah fanfic where Jonah gets sick? If you feel comfortable with writing vomit can you add that, its okay if not.

I'll do my best 👍

It's been a good minute since I've written for these guys lol

I'm sorry it's not very long 😔 the family did nothing but interrupt me while I was writing so my thoughts were constantly thrown into the adhd void

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Adam was driving the B.P.S van today, for some reason Jonah wouldn't do it. A few hours ago he'd demanded Adam drive and sat in the passenger seat staring out the front window looking a bit red. Adam told him off for it initially, but it's a long drive to their next destination so he eventually gave up the berating.

Jonah couldn't sit still, his whole body felt like it was on fire and freezing at the same time, he felt nauseated and pissed off, he just wanted to lay down and rest but Adam said no. Jonah sits in the passenger seat, squirming around, trying to get himself comfortable, this does nothing but piss Adam off as Adam hates the sound of fabric scraping against fabric. Jonah can feel the irritation radiating from Adam and feels bad, however he doesn't have the energy to even really apologize for bothering his friend.

Adam continues to drive, his driving slowly getting sloppier and sloppier and he gets more annoyed with Jonah's endless squirming, eventually he can't take it any more and pulls over to the side of the highway.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Adam demands, anger dripping from every word.

Jonah looks over at him, he's too out of it for this. He does his best to give Adam a reassuring smile that he's fine and he'll stop but what he gives Adam instead just makes Adam think Jonah smoked a bit too much.

Adam sighs and rests his forehead against the wheel, "Jonah, buddy... you smoke a little too much? We can stop at the next gas station and you can rest for a bit in the back..."

Jonah can only provide and awkward stare as he didn't understand a word that came out of Adam's mouth. He hadn't smoked recently, he's just sick, unfortunatly he's not in a place to communicate that with Adam. Adam just groans loudly before pulling back onto the highway, looking out for the next place he can stop for a while so Jonah can deal with whatever this is.

After about 20 minutes of driving on a highway that feels like it has no end Jonah taps Adam's shoulder. Adam annoyed, yet a bit more understanding that Jonah doesn't feel well reacts calmer than usual. "What, Jonah?" Jonah point at his mouth, he looks like he's about five seconds away from puking his guts up. Adam finally outwardly expresses his concern as he doesn't want vomit in his van but also sees Jonah could be in worse shape than he'd anticipated.

Adam quickly pulls over again and yells at Jonah to not puke in the van. Jonah nods as he quickly throws the door open and vomiting in the grass. His body feels weak after emptying what little contents were contained in his stomach, he's dizzy and unsure he can support his own body. Adan sees this, grabbing Jonah before he falls out of the car face first into his own breakfast.

"I got ya, buddy..." Adam tries to comfort Jonah a bit as he grabs him by the back of his sweater and pulls him back in the van.

Jonah responds with a weak nod and a tired, "thank you." Resting back in the passenger seat and breathing a little heavy. Jonah closes the door, not enjoying the smell of his half digested food outside.

Adam sighs, trying to be nice with Jonah for once in his life, "Alright... what was that?" He asks in the most politely worried way he can muster up, some real worry seeping into his vaguely irritated tone.

Jonah mumbles out a small, "Sorry..." in response, causing Adam to sigh and and put a comforting hand on his best friend's shoulder, "try again." Adam wants a real response, not an apology for something out of anyone's control. Jonah's lip trembles a bit from the weakness his body is expirencing and the slight pain in his joints, "I'm sick... I've been sick all day... I didn't smoke too much... I'm just... sick." Jonah finally confesses, earning a glare from Adam. "And you didn't tell me, why?" Adam sneers out. Jonah gives him a look, silently saying 'this is why' when he hears Adam's aditude.

Adam understands immediately and squeezes Jonah's shoulder a bit, a mumbled sorry being audible under his breath as he pulls the key out of the ignition.

"Let's rest, okay?" Adam quietly tells Jonah, still gently rubbing his shoulder with his thumb. Jonah gives a soft nod before climbing into the back of their van where a small mattress is. Adam soon following.

Jonah lays down, Adam sitting nearby watching as he pulls a blanket over himself. Adam decides to at least try to be a bit helpful and starts gently running his fingers through Jonah's slightly tangled and mess hair. Jonah won't say it, but he deeply appreciates moments like this where Adam is doing his best to be nice to him.

After a while Jonah starts to fall asleep and Adam begins to feel tired. Normally Adam would face away from Jonah while he sleeps but today is different, today Jonah isn't feeling well and Adam's been a bit of an ass to him.

Adam lays down quietly behind Jonah, putting an arm around his torso and resting his forehead against the back of Jonah's hot neck. Jonah lets out a soft satisfied sound and he relaxes in Adam's hold, enjoying the cold of Adams body again his hot one. Adam isnt always affectionate like this so Jonah drinks in every moment of it, enjoying every gentle touch and attempt at comfort as he falls asleep.

After Adam is sure Jonah is asleep he presses a gentle kiss to the back of his neck and whispers a goodnight to the already sleeping man at this mid-afternoon hour. Adam allows himself to relax and join Adam in his peaceful sleep, his body cuddled up with Jonah's as they both breathe softly and rest peacefully.

[fullmoonandstar]

*throws a carrier pigeon with a message towards you and then runs away*

Hi! Just wanted to say that I always enjoy reading your stuff about Raphael! You especially write his dialogue and his perspective very well. I actually come back to reread "Little Spoon" every now and then because it is soft and cute and I love how the devil-man doesn't even think to try to convince himself that he doesn't like it.

Thank you for writing what you have! I hope to read more from you in the future but I will also always be happy with what you have written and shared with us. Bye!

As a writer it's always so awesome to hear that people re read your stuff. Thank you so much 🥺

It often feels like I'm posting into the void so this really made my day and I don't have words to express my gratitude 🙏

I'm sort of in weird place atm. I lost my job and the job market sucks. I'm taking an online course on my own time now and I will start a Project Management course next month (that the agency for labor (?) pays for). My partner makes enough money so we won't go hungry or anything like that but it won't be as comfortable as it was.

Tangent: how do "men" expect women to stay at home when one (above median) salary is not enough to even cover two people? (My partner would love it if I made enough money so he doesn't have to work xD)

So, yeah, I haven't really sat down to write in a while. The only thing I have worked on were original stories but none of them have reached a stage where I can just write either. (They are fantasy and fantasy-romance stories, some even polyam/reverse harem bc I too want to be adored by multiple attractive men xD) It's fun to work on, especially since there is the possibility to self publish at some point in the future. Maybe I'll put some on my website a la Andy Weir.

TL;DR not sure when I will post fanfics again

Ps. Raphael & Haarlep zine will be out soon-ish when the layout is done

[blade-that-was-broken]

I genuinely dont know how you can make me go insane with literally all your fics.... like how are all of them so good?????? I literally want to bash my head open and scream into the sky so god can hear how much a love your stories

Anyways, I know you already have like a million wips and on-going fics but the Jd and "hallucination" Clay one is amazing and I need more to survive the winter (also anamnestic Jd and half-life, but again, million wips so I wont actually ask u to write more about them bcs actively upgrading all of this should be genuinely inhumane). The point is..... uhm, love your work youre a genius and I want to affectionately eat your work like a wild dog keep writing 😺👍

Not me almost busting into tears and falling flat on my face. Pffftttt that can’t be me. It has been months and several people and I just cannot for the life of me wrap my head around the fact that people really, actually, like my writing.

I know it's fanfic and the characters aren't mine (I'm really sad I can write fanfic but cannot for the life of me work out a plot for my original characters) but it blows my mind! I'm so freaking glad you like it. It makes me so happy ya'll literally have no idea. Warms this lonely friendless soul LOL (no need to bash ur head and scream, God can hear you just fine haha)

I didn't want to have a million wips but I shouldn't be surprised. The list of original characters I have... the wips are pretty on par with me in terms of numbers haha

When my brain allows, I try to write some Clay and JD stuff cause that just ajdshjsbdejw I love (when it’s not them on opposite sides, that’s not my jam) and it’s just….. hmmm yeah.

Things We Lost has amnesiac JD AND Clay xD lol it’s just a one shot but I went through a bit of an amnesia JD phase for a second there.

Divided Frame of Mind has JD and hallucinations - or rather, JD thinking he does. That’s a reunion one shot fic.

And as much as I shriek about John and Spruce in Half Life�� John and Clay are just oooooofffff yes. I’m a bit scared to finish a drawing of them but one of these days I’d like to. Or some kind of drawing. Idk.

As for Something to Remember, I had something written up - just a bit - for them meeting up with Bruce but someone suggested something about Bruce and Clay finding out together so I'll probably scrap it. But I also might throw the snippets out here into the internet void, depending on how I feel.

But I love, love, love answering questions so honestly, if you have a question about anything, feel free. If I feel like it's too big of a spoiler - I'll just put warnings and under a reading break. But like for real, I'm an open book.

Thank you so much though. I am so freaking happy that you like my writing. I was friends with an aspiring author for a really long time and I never really thought of myself as much of a writer. We wrote stuff, of course, and eventually I wrote fanfic (started off in Star Wars. It was a hard hitter haha) but I never really considered myself much you know, writer-y so it's truly crazy to me seeing people like my stuff.

[best-of-the-ineffable-idiots]

Good Omens fanfic

So excited, I just gotta throw this out into the void of Tumbr!

I watched both season of Good Omens for the first time around September last year. Ever since, it has been a hyper-fixation unlike any I've had since I was a child.

It has me in its grip and refuses to let go.

So, for the first time in probably 15 years, I'm actually writing fanfiction again. It's a human AU where Aziraphale is a librarian at the London Library and Crowley is an artist. The two of them meet for the first time in St. James Park, where Crowley catches Aziraphale feeding the ducks -gasp- bread?!

The fic started out in solely Crowley's POV, but around 8 chapters in I suddenly was struck with the genius idea to add Aziraphale's POV to the story. So I went back and started adding chapters in between that were all in Aziraphale's POV.

I'm at nearly 14 chapters now. Not all of them are complete. A few are just partial or have been mapped out. I also have an undetermined amount of additional chapters after these, with a general idea of where the story is headed and how it might end. I'm determined to actually finish it & have it be the first thing I publish to AO3!

I used to write all the time when I was younger, both personal stories and fanfiction. Basically, I would write something nearly every day. Over time, as I got out of high school and things in life started attacking my mental health, I stopped writing. I've been struggling with depression and anxiety for going on 10 years.

And now, because of Good Omens, I'm writing again. I've written nearly 14 chapters in less than 6 months. It makes me so ridiculously happy, and I am so glad that I decided to watch this show when I did.

I needed a reason to write again, and I found it!!! 😭

[eirianerisdar]

Hmm, S and V?

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Hiding Injury my beloved Case in point, some (woefully simplified) summaries of my last few longfics: The Ransom of the House of Fëanor - Elrond hides the slow seeping exhaustion of his fëa kneeling at the foot of Máhanaxar to petition for the release of his fathers from the Void. Where the Blade Cuts the Deepest - Kotallo hides his physical and emotional hurt when he mistakenly thinks Aloy has handed him a dishonourable discharge from her command and nearly dies in the process. Half Alive - Spider hides his injuries from Jake and everyone else after the last battle in The Way of Water because he's terrified of being abandoned again. Icarus - Daniel hides his trimmed wings and later his increasingly worsening health from Max and everyone he loves in order to throw himself into proving he deserves to keep his seat.

...😅 I just do the same thing in different ways lol

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? Probably Pongnosis' The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. It remains the single best fanfic I've ever read in my life. (If there are any people who remember reading the Alex Rider books in their childhood, this is the fic for you)

Send me a fanfic ask!

[anamelessfool]

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Hello!

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So much of this answer is all one fic, I think. The "wildest rides" are all my ghoul fics, I think, since my ghouls go in and out of reality. The things I write for my ghouls are surreal dreamscapes which have been fun.

Violence and Gentleness is right now a wild ride, even though the characters currently are back home and apparently "safe." Just wait hehe

The more Terzo messes around with Omega and ghouls the weirder his stories are going to become.

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My first fanfic I published on AO3 I scrapped. I realized I couldn't sustain a first person perspective and it just wasn't my favorite narrative voice. Also it was just me getting horny about Terzo without much plot. The basic plot and characters are going to stay the same when I rewrite it.

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Which leads me into yes, the next major part on this "Emeritus Family" saga after V&G is "Lead the Way Into The Void" which is set in Terzo's final months before being forcibly removed as Papa.

Lead The Way Into The Void

Terzo x Omega x OC

Reached out a hand to touch your face...You're slowly disappearing from my view….. Reached out a hand to try again... I'm floating in a beam of light with you… And I ran, I ran so far away… (I couldn't get away)

An artist known as Charity Case throws her whole rotten life away one night, wandering up to the doors of some out there church. Now she's found herself believing all the stories of magic and horror she was taught to forget. Commissioned to paint the portrait of Papa Emeritus III, Known as Terzo, she soon realizes she's not the only one in the Satanic Church of the Void attempting an escape.

It's only going to get more bizarre more Eldritch horror from here on out. Esp in the next chapter of Primo's story.

Like, remember this? Weiss in the motel cuck chair? (I mean, if you read this, it's ok if you haven't!.....)

“Too much power, in one. Link to Void will be unstable. Bad things happen. Bad…things…happen.” The way the ghoul emphasized things with a jerk of his head implied something more. Some sort of creature, an entity. “More than a ghoul…” “More?” It seemed obvious but Primo hadn't truly thought about it. A completely different world would have completely different inhabitants. Unknown things, creeping through the dark. “There is more in the Void. Not ghoul. Unable to leave. Mother Imperator holds the keys to the door. Helps Papa Emeritus. Jocasta…” He grabbed his throat and mimed pulling some unseen thing out. “Myself, part of her. I am Jocasta. I look human because Jocasta is human. Ghouls are on a leash. Some things are not on a leash.” “Things,” Primo breathed. “What sorts of things…” Weiss had not blinked as he stared into Primo across from his uncomfortable chair. “Limitless. Limitless limitless limitless. And they want to leave. They want to be here. On Earth.”

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