#arthur from vine

[pooks]

Fred: *shows a harmonica* If you play, you get a hundred million Galleons George: But the Ministry will be overthrown Percy: *grabs the harmonica and plays rapidly* Arthur: Percy NO!

[arthursfuckinghat]

Rented Room - Rhodes Parlour House

[jscrawls]

dragonborn reader! Yandere snippets

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bruce stares at clark across the table, hoping in vain that he’ll look away from them and pay attention to the meeting. instead he seems to be pointedly ignoring him to talk to the problem the new member, slowly twirling his curly hair around his finger, it’s starting to creep bruce out. the unwavering stare and slow blinking eyes like a relaxed cat basking, the flush reaching the tips of his ears, the damn giggling. the world’s strongest man is acting like a teen with his first crush.

“superman.” bruce clears his throat, hoping the kryptonian can hear the annoyed click in his jaw.

“hmm?…oh i don’t care about the budget changes for the tower.” clark finally tears his eyes away from the newcomer, his expression instantly becoming more focused.

“…we changed topics from budgets twenty minutes ago. we’re talking about the recent reports from the lantern corps.” annoyed didn’t quite cover how bruce felt, can one meeting go smoothly?

“oh, we can investigate whatever it is together, have you ever been flying?” clark quickly turns his attention back to the newcomer, looking genuinely exited to have something to do together, possibly alone.

bruce wants to slam his head on the meeting table when the other’s quickly react with loud complaints instead of focusing on a solution.

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you’re just washing the remnants of a potion spill off your hands when diana approaches you with a gentle smile on her face, two xiphos swords in hand. she leans against the doorframe and gestures towards you with the practice blades, eyeing the bottles covering the small round table behind you.

“you’ve been crafting a lot of things the past week, would you like to spar? the mind and body should be equally nurtured after all, no?” she smiles, the lines crinkling under her eyes in fondness as she speaks.

“well, i don't see any harm in-” you start to speak, only to be interrupted by Arthur quickly walking out of the backroom and dumping soggy plants on the clear part of the table.

“actually I'm helping dovahkiin test the alchemical properties of deep sea plants, they're very interested in learning about these and well, I'm the only one who can get them.”

His voice is a touch too friendly compared to how tightly he grips some deep colored vine looking plant, the Atlantian straightens up to be nearly as tall as Diana, you feel a bit awkward when they're suddenly staring each other down with tight smiles, caught in the middle of two royalty having a measuring contest on the fly.

“You people need Talos…” you mumble under your breath.

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J’onn stares up at you from your lap, in his true form as he lays his head on your thigh in relative silence. His expressions are so alien that you can't read them as you speak, he just stares.

‘- and so then you finish making the potion and you quickly take off your enchanting gear before drinking it and putting your gear back on, this causes the gear's enchantments to react differently with your Magicka and you can briefly make a stronger potion and repeat the process-”

You've been rambling for a while, talking about different things in your life while he uses your legs as a pillow, he's one of the hardest to read, you accidentally nearly set a hand on him and he pushes it away. But he's still listening to every word you say, his eyes locked on yours in Stony silence.

Batman walks in the common room and takes one good look at you two, and then promptly turns and leaves.

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Running the thief down isn't hard, they dodge pedestrians and leap over the dwemer automaton looking wagons as they try to flee with the purse clutched tightly in their hand, taking right turns in their attempt to escape you.

It doesn't take any more than a whirlwind sprint and a paralysis spell to put a stop to their crime, carefully picking up and dusting off the fabric as you turn and lazily step on the crook's leg as you start your search for the old lady.

Barry knows he could have caught them in half a second, had the purse back in the owners hands before they could blink, but there's just something about watching you on the hunt. He prefers watching from a distance for a bit as you relentlessly hound them down and take matters into your own hands, he starts to jog over to you once they're caught. He tries not to shiver in jealousy when you step on the crook.

“Heyyy dovahkiin! Good catch there! want me to run them to the police station for you?” He falls in step beside you, a big grin on his face as he looks you up and down as casually as he's able to.

“the guards will come and fetch them, won't they?”

your voice is a bit growly from having just used the thu’um, though the flash doesn't seem to mind it.

Barry nearly shivers in delight, looping his arm through yours as he starts walking faster. “Sure, sure. Hey let's go find this purses owner and maybe I'll get you out of armor for a drink or two. Whaddya say?”

“…. Flash it's middle of the day, and I have alcohol in my pocket at all times regardless I didn't need to buy any.”

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“Dovahkiin, you're looking nice today.”

Hal’s voice calls out as you walk out of your forge room, you don't feel nice, sweaty and grimy and covered in ash smears doesn't sound like looking nice, you feel gross.

“Hello lantern.” You reply curtly as you tug at your thin shirt, sometimes it's better to wait until winter to forge dragon bone.

“That's no way to greet your favorite guy, after everything we've done together?”

Regardless of your grossed out feelings Hal strides over and throws an arm around you and pulls you closer as he pulls you towards the hall, you feel like you're sticking to his flight suit.

“lantern, I need to bathe.”

“Alone?”

Batman, who had been hoping desperately to ignore the two of them, sighs loudly in disgust and stands to leave the room. Even more annoyed when he hears Hal snickering behind him.

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A/n: has anyone noticed how little media there is for Martian manhunter? They can't even settle on a design for him it seems

[hopelessromantic5]

Merthur with King Arthur and pre-Court Sorcerer Merlin.

(Don’t worry though, when this is continued, he will be given his rightful place.

If I have to write it a thousand times, I will see Merlin get his happy ending, dammit.)

“Um. Merlin?”

The manservant had been daydreaming again.

It was honestly getting out of hand.

Two moons had passed since Merlin finally told Arthur about the magic.

It went better than expected.

A great deal better.

He didn’t even really seem surprised. If Merlin could count on himself as a reliable narrator of the story, he would say he saw relief flicker across Arthur’s face before he began asking questions. But Merlin was basically imploding on the inside and terrified that he was about to lose his best friend and his home in one fell swoop, so he might’ve imagined it.

Thankfully, Arthur seemed more anxious for answers than anything. He wanted to understand. After a week of catching him up on the last five years of their lives, magic included, Arthur seemed at peace with it.

A week later was when control began slipping from Merlin’s grasp, ever so slightly. Arthur came to him on a random day in the spring, and nonchalantly said he had some documents he’d like Merlin to read over. Make sure they were presentable for council.

Merlin thought nothing of it, he’d done it countless times thus far, and was secretly looking forward to proof reading speeches for the rest of his life.

You can imagine the shock when he approached the desk and found a repeal of the magic ban. Sitting there, in the sun, in Arthur’s perfect penmanship.

Merlin began weeping.

He could almost hear in his head,

“Don’t be a such a girl, Merlin.”

But it never came.

Instead, the King silently joined him by the desk, and embraced him, for maybe the second time in all of existence.

They hugged like they were trying to meld themselves together.

Arthur had one broad arm wrapped behind Merlin’s neck and the other locking him in by his lower back.

They were two pieces that somehow fit perfectly together.

Merlin hid his, probably unsightly, face in Arthur’s neck and willed the tears to stop themselves falling.

A few heartbeats later Arthur whispered,

“I’m so sorry, Merlin.”

Merlin involuntarily scrunched his eyebrows at that. Yet, he did not let go. He did not want to leave, not yet.

“Why are you apologizing?”

A whisper came back,

“I hate to see you cry.”

Merlin wished on every star in the heavens, that he could’ve seen Arthur, in that moment.

But he would not let go. Not until his King did.

At present, things were moving along very well with the repeal. Especially among the townspeople, who are more than welcoming towards the Kingdom’s new citizens.

However, Merlin found himself with a whole new set of challenges.

Merlin was definitely not staring at Arthur as he shuffled through reports at his desk. Though, the sun was casting the perfect halo on his blonde head. It painted a picture that was wholly ethereal, calming.

When Arthur looked up from his papers suddenly, Merlin went back to his polishing like he never stopped.

Because he didn’t, of course.

That would be inappropriate.

That’s when he heard,

“Um. Merlin?”

The raven boy’s head snapped up from the sword in his lap, and found amusement in his King’s eyes.

“What?” He was skeptical, narrowing his gaze.

“Are you planning on turning my chambers into the Royal Gardens or is this your only idea on how to spruce up the place?”

“What on Earth are you-“ spinning around in his chair, he finally saw it.

Vines wearing tiny purple flowers were slowly crawling their way up the bed-posts; bigger, colorful flowers were beginning to bloom from the cracks in the stone floor.

This is not good.

“Uh, I have to-“ he huffed, placing the sword in his seat and running for the door. “I need to go, sire.”

“Merlin, what are you-“

“I think I’m coming down with something. I’m just gonna go see Gaius about it.” Before he closed the door behind him he yelled “I’ll be back with dinner.”

And then he was gone.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Incredibly honored to be considered for Yellow thoughts and input! I love yapping about Yellow <3

unfortunately I am not really very well versed in or experienced with symbolism in general, and am especially lacking in knowledge on flower and plant symbolism,, so idk how much I can really add

I did do a quick google on daffodils tho, and I'm seeing a lot of results saying they represent hope and rebirth and new beginnings. So ofc my brain has immediately run off sprinting in a random direction with that. So. Just gonna. Ramble about that while I'm here in case it's at all helpful

'cus something that represents "hope" and "new beginnings" being used a representation for Yellow?? kinda fascinating when thinking about how and why Yellow first appeared in the story. Because like, that's exactly what Yellow was supposed to be for Arthur, to be a new John, restarting from the beginning but still back safe with Arthur! A new and different, but still there, beacon of hope for Arthur in dealing with whatever followed. But that's also pretty solidly not what Yellow ends up actually being to Arthur. I feel like the contrast there could be used to do something pretty interesting somehow

Guys guys guys I’m working on my John, Yellow, and KiY designs rn, and while I have the symbols I want to use for John, I can’t decide what to do for Yellow and KiY when it comes to plant symbolism (John has fire lilies and French marigolds so I figured I should continue with the flower/plant motifs through all of them, specifically KiY as a pest of some sort?? Yellow needs a flower though). I was thinking of daffodils for Yellow but idkkk- I know you Yellow Yappers (ngl, looking at you, @if-loki-was-a-fox lol) are out there and I beg for your help. Also any other silly design ideas appreciated!

[fiftyfiftyfinchy]

Loved the Arthur tv coming out fic btw!! Could you do one where the reader and Arthur tv have been good friends for a while getting closer. They both have a moment where they almost confess/they both realise that they like eachother and kiss (I sound so down bad omgg like genuinely please don't judge, you're just a really good writer)

Okay, so I took a little creative freedom with this request and combined it with something I had already drafted but was struggling to piece together. I hope you enjoy it. If it does not suit you, rest assured, there will be many more arthurtv fics to come.

The drive from the airport to the Airbnb was oppressive. Heat radiated from the dashboard, making the air sticky despite the futile efforts of the car’s weak air conditioning. Arthur drove with one hand on the wheel, his sunglasses perched halfway down his nose like he was trying to be ironic. He wasn’t. He squinted into the sun, oblivious to the low-grade panic blooming in your chest. The kind of panic you couldn’t blame on turbulence or the thin, suspiciously warm wine they served on the plane. This was different. Yes, you had accompanied him on each of the annual friends' holidays before, but over the past few months, something was growing between you two. Something that neither of you cared to discuss, whether it be out of fear or just the hope that it would all dissipate with time.

“You good?” Arthur asked, glancing at you. His voice had that effortless lilt, like nothing could ever rattle him.

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

He smirked, the corners of his mouth curving like they’d been made for this exact shape of mockery. “Should’ve slept on the flight.”

“I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged, fidgeting with the air vent. The heat made your skin feel tight, but not as tight as the coil of nerves in your stomach. Arthur’s easy presence should have been comforting, but instead, it felt like being trapped in a room where the air was too thick to breathe. And then there was his forearm—resting on the wheel, golden from the sun, veins faintly visible, the kind of detail you shouldn’t have been noticing on just a friend, but couldn’t seem to stop. His forearm alone made your mouth dry.

When you pulled up to the villa, laughter spilled out from the garden. It was too loud, too unselfconscious. Your friends, sprawled on lounge chairs with drinks in hand, looked like they belonged here in a way you didn’t. Sabina waved, her hair shining in the evening sun, while Chip raised a glass like you were arriving at some royal ball and not just late.

“Finally!” Chip hollered. “Thought you two were shacking up on the roadside.” He winker at Arthur. Don’t overthink the comment, you thought to yourself.

Arthur shook as head and grinned as he grabbed your bag. “You’re awful. Had to take the scenic route, that’s all.”

You muttered a thanks when he handed you the bag, but your voice sounded off, like it belonged to someone else. The villa was impossibly picturesque, all whitewashed walls and wild vines. It would’ve been romantic, if you weren’t so hyper-aware of the way your hands trembled.

The fire on the beach didn’t help. It was too warm, too close, and the couples—oh, the couples—were too much. Sabina melted into Chip’s side like wax, while Simon whispered something into Talia’s ear that made her giggle and slap his arm. Arthur sat beside you, close but not close enough, his long legs stretched out in front of him. You were painfully aware of how far apart your knees were, like some great void stretched between you.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Arthur said, his voice low. It slid into your ears like honey, sweet but cloying.

“Sure,” you said, eyes fixed on the flames. The fire popped, sending a spark into the night sky, and you wondered if it would burn out before it hit the sand. “Peaceful.”

“Peaceful but quiet,” he said, leaning in. His tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Something sharper. “You’ve barely said two words since we got here.”

You looked away, your throat tightening. “Just tired, like I said.”

Arthur studied you, his gaze heavy. You felt it lingering on your profile, on the set of your jaw, the curve of your shoulder. His presence was suffocating and magnetic all at once. You hated that you noticed the way his shirt stretched over his chest when he leaned back. Hated that your stomach knotted when he ran a hand through his hair, his biceps flexing just enough to make you want to scream. 

Before he could press further, Sabina interrupted with a pointed grin.

“Arthur, what’s with the whispering? You two plotting something?”

“Yeah,” Arthur said, rolling his eyes. “We’re planning to overthrow your fire-making reign next time.”

Everyone laughed, but the tension inside you didn’t dissipate. It thickened, curling around your ribs, squeezing tight. And when you saw Arthur whispering with Isaac and Chip later, glancing your way, it was unbearable. Your stomach churned, every instinct screaming at you to leave, to run, but you stayed rooted in place, pretending to focus on the story Sabina was telling about how Chip proposed to her. When did all these pesky feelings start to arise, you thought to yourself. You sat amongst the girls, lost in thought, sorting through years of memories with Arthur, trying to pin down the exact moment that things changed, but to no avail. You resigned to looking at your feet, trying not to eavesdrop on Arthur’s conversations while poking at the fire like you could control something, anything.

When the group began to drift back to the villa, Arthur stayed. Of course, he stayed. He had the kind of presence that demanded resolution, the kind of persistence that made your heart feel like it was beating wrong.

“You’re not yourself tonight,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. It wasn’t a question. It was a challenge.

You stood abruptly, brushing sand off your shorts.

“Let’s go for a walk. A more private moment might be nice.” You hated the way you sounded terse, but couldn't help it. Your mind had been reeling all month thinking about spending the entire weekend with him, not being able to touch him in the way that you wanted.

Arthur raised an eyebrow but luckily, didn’t argue. He followed you down the shoreline, his footsteps crunching softly against the sand. The waves lapped at your feet, cold and relentless, a contrast to the heat that radiated from your skin.

Finally, you stopped, the moon casting a pale glow over the water. You turned to face him, every muscle in your body taut, your chest tight with a thousand unsaid things.

“I can’t keep pretending,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear over the waves melting into the shore, your voice shaking. He stopped walking and looked at you, concern written over face. You shut your eyes as if the darkness were a safety net that could protect you from whatever came next.

“Arthur, I like you. More than as a friend. And if you don’t feel the same, I get it, but I had to say it. I had to. Even if it’s not perfect timing.” You dropped your chest, exasperated and relieved from not carrying the weight of it anymore. You opened your eyes slowly, bracing yourself. 

His expression didn’t change. For one excruciating moment, he just looked at you, and you wanted to evaporate, to become part of the salt and the sea.

Then, he stepped closer, his hand lifting to cup your jaw. “It’s not just you.”

Your breath caught. “It’s not?”

“No,” he said simply, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “It hasn’t been for a long time.”

You didn’t wait for anything else. You leaned in, and he met you halfway, his lips warm and certain against yours. The kiss was dizzying, like stepping off a ledge and realizing you could fly. His hands found your waist, anchoring you, and for a moment, nothing else existed.

Until it did.

A loud cheer erupted from the villa, and you broke apart, startled. Your friends stood silhouetted against the light, clapping and whistling.

“About bloody time!” Chip shouted, his grin audible even from here.

Arthur laughed softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Well, so much for a private moment.”

You smiled, breathless, and for the first time that night, you felt like you could breathe.

[15-lizards]

what looks do you think the westerosi are showing off at the Tourney of Harrenhal?

biggest gathering of the year, first inter-kingdom gathering after winter, first King Aerys public appearance in forever, some peeps expecting a secret meeting with rhaegar about taking over for his father — it was THE party!

oh bitch the girls were turning ouuuuuut!

The Starklings were dressed in very Riverlander-like clothing (early to classic Medieval-ish) for the trip, which were very well made, befitting their status as children of the Warden of The North, but probably way simpler compared to most of the southerners. Probably a muted grey-black-deep blue pallet too, so that Rickard could cement their Serious Stark Vibes at the function. Brandon probably thought it made them look cool. Lyanna had the traditional wide flowing gowns and loose veils that I guess make blonde predators go oh wow I need to kidnap her for a prophecy

Tywin couldn't have his children looking like bums ofc. Cersei was still in the throes of her teenage Higharden fashions era, with a very high waist, pushed up bosom, and puff sleeves. Jamie's doublets all fitted perfectly and was made sure to have his fur-trimmed overgrown fall at just the right angle. And he probably had the best armor at the tourney, gilded with lions and vines. Because even though Tywin would rather kill Jamie than see him in the kingsgaurd, his son couldn't be caught not looking fresh. The tailors at Casterly were worked so hard they probably had the first ever medieval thoughts of unionizing.

Rhaegars bitch ass. Probably tended to wear longer coats/gowns/talbards, except for when he was sparring or jousting of course. They were obviously very well made, but were almost underwhelming for the heir to the kingdom, as he tended towards the simplistic side. Also I think they sometimes bordered on feminine bc he was a fairly androgynous figure To Me.

I think the Daynes were wearing their usual (Turkish) fashions, liking to stand out a bit from the crowd, but didn't stand out so much as the Martells. Ashara was the belle of the ball with her insanely detailed over gowns and fur linings in almost foreign styles. Yes it made Arthur extremely jealous when he saw Brandon and Barrister tripping over themselves around her (yes I'm going with the Dayne incest headcanon sorry). Also, the men in the family wore the traditional tightly wrapped styles as well, except for Arthur who probably slept in his kingsgaurd armor.

[mirrorball-leclerc]

she's married you idiots!

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isabella perez mae, i wasn't aware you and max had gotten a divorce and you were now dating barry keoghan.

mae jones-verstappen oh my god who started it this time??

oscar piastri tmz

zoya torres and fans are definitely helping troll the others who think mae is dating barry.

max jones-verstappen why are they calling him bath water guy and grave guy??

oscar piastri as someone who watched the movie with his girlfriend for the "vine" trust me when i say you don't want to know.

lando norris you do not want to watch that movie, trust me.

isabella perez so that's a negative on you and barry?

max jones-verstappen i hope you get fired. mae jones-verstappen we had dinner, as friends, a while back, but max was with us. which is something tmz kindly left out.

logan sargeant i fucking hate tmz

arthur leclerc is this because they said zoya was dating louis? logan sargeant shut the fuck up?

pierre gasly i think charles is the only one who is safe from dating rumors.

natalia ruiz because the people love him and the italians lose their shit anytime someone implies charles is dating someone.

charles leclerc and they send natalia many dms asking her if we're over so that they can make a move on me.

arthur leclerc i am safe too.

dulce perez up until three months ago, everyone thought i was dating robert. not you. trust me, you are not safe.

rhys jones this? again?

sebastian vettel next they'll be saying max is dating daniel, again.

fernando alonso when did they ever stop saying that?

daniel jones-ricciardo he's my platonic soulmate! max jones-verstappen we're lovers but our wives don't know it yet. daphne jones-ricciardo i was under the assumption that my husband was in a secret love affair with ryan and that max was engaging in an affair with charles?

lewis hamilton a bunch of children, all of you.

fernando alonso starting with me, you, and seb. as the oldest we set the examples. sebastian vettel they learned from us lewis.

lewis hamilton i'm nowhere near as dramatic as you two!

rhys jones "well we're not friends." isabella perez "and teammate" george russell "taken out by my own teammate" lewis hamilton ALRIGHT I GET IT!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! anyways, back to our regularly scheduled programing, not that i have a posting schedule, but i figured, you know i gave daniel and daphne two parts about relationship rumors why not give mae and max one. this is a product of that. honestly some of my best work comes when i am sleep deprived because insomnia is a bitch, this was written yesterday. is there anyone you guys would like to write relationship rumors about??

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[tangents-within-tangents]

Alright finally finished my freakin finals (ahhhhhhh) so let's do this! No one asked for this but until Spotify adds an annotation feature I gotta get my overexplaining out somewhere lol

So some of these are here for the lyrics but some are just for titles and the vibes don’t always match up with the book/scene.

Very important aspects of the book, as we all know

This one was a surprise find while looking through Tsfh songs for relevant titles lol! Serendipitously the mood of the song really fits the rising suspense leading up to the arrival at castle Dracula. The spooky vibe paired with the silly title fits pretty well with Jonathan obliviously enjoying paprika hendl while all the villagers are freaking out around him

“Listen to them—the children of the night. What music they make!”

Obviously the title lends well as an introduction to the guy who can control wolves. I also like how this one starts softer and mimics the sound of howling in a very melodic way (fitting the sentiment of the aforementioned quote) and then gets more intense

“You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”

Yeah you get it

Ha ha I'm clever

“Close every door to me. Hide all the world from me. Bar all the windows, and shut out the light

Do what you want with me. Hate me and laugh at me. Darken my daytime, and torture my night”

Little specific and emo after that but regardless, poor trapped and terrorized Jonathan :( 

I found a better fitting wolf song for the later moment but I really love the vibe of this song and wanted to keep it in here. And there’s some significant wolf stuff going on around this time so. Some lyrics fit for Jonathan too “Falling from high places” “Now that we're lonely. Now that there's nowhere to go” “Now that we're so far from home” “I've lost my mind here, oh I've lost my patience with the Lord” “Red tongues and hands” 

Inspired completely by @marghen's animatic (link). For the most part it seems a good representation of Jonathan’s stay at the castle and his relationship with Dracula. Since the decision (“I can’t decide whether you should live or die”) is never made it also fits how Jonathan’s fate is left up in the air after his last entry 

“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”

May 9th, return of the queen! I think the soft instrumental fits the tone shift we get when we switch over to happy fun times with our girls. (Originally had Don McClean’s song but it’s more of a break up song so didn’t make sense here)

Can't believe a song this perfect for this part of the book exists? Yeah neither can I. It’s cutesy and fun and the lyrics actually line up surprisingly well. First suitor in the song is science-y like Seward, second is adventurous like Quincey and the third is just cute and romantic. And we’ve got “Choosing is a chore, now I’m caught in the middle of a jealousy storm, Limitations are a bore”  😉💀

Vibe does not fit in the slightest but the title was too funny so I did it anyway 

Rip Seward lol. I found it for the title but the lyrics happened to fit quite nicely for the poor guy wallowing in loneliness after his rejection 

“My dear Art,— We’ve told yarns by the camp-fire in the prairies; and dressed one another’s wounds after trying a landing at the Marquesas; and drunk healths on the shore of Titicaca. There are more yarns to be told, and other wounds to be healed, and another health to be drunk. Won’t you let this be at my camp-fire to-morrow night?”

I debated using “The Woods” by Hollow Coves for the lyric “We all sit around the fire. We feel so much better now” but this one from an album called ‘Cowboy Campfire Songs’ fit the vibe better

“I came up here alone, for I am very sad. There was no letter for me. I hope there cannot be anything the matter with Jonathan.”

It’s impossible for me to make a playlist without Sleeping at Last showing up (like a lot), sorry I don’t make the rules. Lucked out with the title and tone of the song (instrumental) lining right up with Mina’s worry about not hearing from Jonathan

It’s Chapter 7 log of the ghost ship Demeter time! (Yeah more tsfh get used to it, they cool). I debated between a few songs with better fitting titles but I think the mood of this one best fit the horror the poor trapped crew faced. Also love the spooky bell tolls at the end

Lol but tone be damned bc I just had to. The captain literally says some version of “another one gone” so many times

Spooky/tense vibes for Lucy’s fateful jaunt into the churchyard

This one's for Renfield. Idk if the lyrics really fit, maybe "I want to feed the sparrow in your heart" but *shrug*

“Joy, joy, joy! At last, news of Jonathan.”

Again it’s basically cheating, title and tone fit all too well

Enter Abraham Van Helsing, M. D., D. Ph., D. Lit., etc., etc.

“I never liked garlic before, but to-night it is delightful! There is peace in its smell; I feel sleep coming already.”

Another good find that I think fits the mix of somber peace and tension. (Side note I think it’s cool that they only use garlic flowers in the book whereas we are so used to garlic bulbs in vampire media for some reason)

This one was first for Seward and the many nights of sleep he lost watching over and taking care of Lucy. But the lyrics also fit well, if not better, for Mina attending to Jonathan as he mentally recuperates. Both of which are happening kinda around the same time so that’s nice.

This is for the wolf that breaks through the window, essentially delivering the final blow. This one just fit the mood of this scene better, especially with “Mama there's wolves in the house” seeing as this is what kills Lucy’s mother. (I used a cover for the female voice)

“What’s the matter with me, anyhow?” The voice came from the sofa across the room, and its tones brought relief and joy to my heart, for they were those of Quincey Morris!”

Cowboy entrance™ is one of my favorite moments. Just thought we needed some more cowboy music in here for the legend himself

Sad times as Lucy is fading away and becoming less and less of herself. Also speaks to the tragedy of all the time she lost, she really was so young and had so many hopes for the future

Funeral song basically :(

This one is for Arthur as well as for Mina when she receives news of Lucy’s death. There’s a lot of deaths all at once here. Arthur’s father, Mr. Hawkins, Mrs. Westenra, and dearest Lucy. Add to that Jonathan’s relapse and you can see why Mina is so worried “We will grow old as friends” and “What the hell would I be without you” in particular stand out

Stuff is getting spooky with this “Bloofer Lady” about

Alright this one is specifically for Van Helsing’s rant to Seward at the end of Chapter 14 to get him to believe in the impossible. I’ve talked about it before but one of my favorite themes of the book is about how they can only defeat Dracula by using science, reason, religion, and superstition together. I think “We can all learn things from many avenues” and the whole jist of the song represents that pretty well

Yeah our boys are seeing vampire Lucy and stuff is getting intense again

Since there aren't spoilers anymore I figured I drop my great big chronological, overthought, sometimes deep, sometimes irreverent, oddly specific, book-accurate Dracula playlist

I’m actually surprised at a lot of the stuff I was able to find lol, though it definitely reflects my own taste and interpretations of the novel. Most of the songs are self explanatory but some are more vague so if anyone’s interested I’ll walk through my reasoning in reblogs

[adoriels-tears-if]

arthur!! flowerboys birthday! can we get an in a relationship snippet for him...begs

The atmosphere is festive at Arthur's family inn as you climb the stairs to fetch the birthday boy.

No, not a boy. A man. Yours.

"Knock knock," you announce as you push open his bedroom door.

"Are you up?"

Your eyes roam your lover's tidy room without finding him. Your fingers tighten around the spring crown you're holding.

The faint creak of the floorboards from behind the door is your only warning before Arthur’s warm hands slip around your waist, pulling you gently back into his chest.

"You’re early," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing against your ear.

You tilt your head smiling and catch his reflection in the small mirror across the room. His usual shy smile is more pronounced today, a bit of color rising in his freckles cheeks as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

"You're late and I couldn’t wait to see the birthday man," you reply, turning in his arms. You hold up the delicate spring crown you’ve woven, small wildflowers interlaced with soft vines. "I made something for you."

His gaze softens, eyes flickering from the crown to your face. "For me? It's beautiful, $name."

"Like you," you say, and it’s Arthur’s turn to blush, though he doesn’t let go. His hand cups the back of your neck as he pulls you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

"You spoil me," he whispers, his voice filled with affection as he rubs his nose against yours.

"Only because you deserve it."

He laughs softly, the sound a gentle melody echoing in your heart, and you place the crown on his head, adjusting it slightly. "There," you say, admiring the way the flowers compliment his features. "Perfect."

He's perfect.

Arthur gives you a sheepish smile, his fingers grazing yours as he murmurs, "As long as you're with me, I feel that way every day."

[scotianostra]

On December 27th 1904 J M Barrie's play "Peter Pan" premiered at the Duke of York Theatre, London.

J.M. Barrie created his character based on his older brother, David, who died in an ice-skating accident the day before his 14th birthday. His mother and brother thought of him as forever a boy. The "boy who wouldn't grow up"

The story of free-spirited and mischievous young boy who can fly and never grows up, Peter Pan spends his never-ending childhood having adventures on the mythical island of Neverland as the leader of the Lost Boys, interacting with fairies, pirates, mermaids, Native Americans, and occasionally ordinary children from the world outside Neverland.

Peter Pan has become a cultural icon symbolizing youthful innocence and escapism. In addition to two distinct works by Barrie, the character has been featured in a variety of media and merchandise, both adapting and expanding on Barrie's works. These include a 1953 animated film, a 2003 dramatic/live-action film, a television series and many other works.

J. M. Barrie first used Peter Pan 2 years before, as a character in a section of The Little White Bird, an adult novel where he appears as a seven-day-old baby in the chapter entitled Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens. Following the success of the 1904 play, Barrie's publishers, Hodder and Stoughton, extracted chapters 13–18 of The Little White Bird and republished them in 1906 under the title Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, with the addition of illustrations by Arthur Rackham.

Barrie never described Peter's appearance in detail, even in his novel, leaving it to the imagination of the reader and the interpretation of anyone adapting the character. In the play, Peter's outfit is made of autumn leaves and cobwebs. His name and playing the flute or pipes suggest the mythological character Pan. Barrie mentions in Peter and Wendy that Peter Pan still had all his "first teeth".He describes him as a beautiful boy with a beautiful smile, "clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that flow from trees"

Traditionally, the character has been played on stage by a petite adult woman. In the original productions in the UK, Peter Pan's costume was a reddish tunic and dark green tights, such as that worn by Nina Boucicault in 1904. This costume is exhibited in Barrie's Birthplace museum at Kirriemuir.

In the Disney films, Peter wears an outfit that consists of a short-sleeved green tunic and tights apparently made of cloth, and a cap with a red feather in it. He has pointed elf-like ears, brown eyes and his hair is red. In Hook , the character is played as an adult by Robin Williams, with blue eyes and dark brown hair; in flashbacks to him in his youth, his hair is light brown. In this film his ears appear pointed only when he is Peter Pan, not as Peter Banning. His Pan attire resembles the Disney outfit (minus the cap). In the live-action 2003 Peter Pan film, he is portrayed by Jeremy Sumpter, who has blond hair and blue-green eyes. His outfit is made of leaves and vines.

Barrie commissioned a statue of Peter Pan by sculptor George Frampton which was erected overnight in Kensington Gardens on 30 April 1912 as a May Day surprise to the children of London. Seven statues have been cast from the original mould, they are in, Egmont Park, Brussels, Belgium, Bowring Park, St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada, Bowring Park, Johnson Park, Camden, New Jersey, USA, Queens Gardens, Perth, Western Australia, Sefton Park, Liverpool, and Glenn Gould Park, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

Various other statues have appeared around the world, including three in Scotland, the first is at Mearnskirk Hospital for children in Glasgow, the first superintendent of the hospital, Dr John A Wilson, was a school friend of Barrie, the other one in Scotland is of course in Kirriemuir, one in the main town square and the other in the Peter Pan Garden by Barrie's Birthplace, now owned by the National Trust of Scotland.

The most famous of the other statues is at Great Ormond Street Hospital in London, who JM Barrie gifted the rights to the play in 1929, the copyright first expired in the UK (and the rest of Europe) in 1987, 50 years after Barrie’s death, but the government of the day made an amendment to the copyright act giving Great Ormond Street Hospital the unique right to royalties from stage performances of Peter Pan (and any adaptation of the play) as well as from publications, audio books, ebooks, radio broadcasts and films of the story of Peter Pan, in perpetuity.

[andychaosblog]

To this day, I'm still... Bitter... Towards the Thomas the Tank Engine fandom.

After watching Thomas get brutally crushed to death in the fan film, Tobias and the Arcane Merchant, I only felt more vindicated about how the fandom treated these characters.

I was shocked, scared, bitter, hurt, distraught. All words that describe how I felt, watching my childhood hero be reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble.

But as I've mellowed out, I began to realize that, it's okay to be angry. I have my own voice. And I want want to talk about what Thomas means to me.

Thomas was, my only childhood friend. This was before I was diagnosed with Autism, and as a scared, confused toddler, I struggled with making friends growing up.

But Thomas, he was always there for me. When I needed him most. Him, and his island full of colorful friends were the only thing that kept me sane as I grew up in my early years.

But then... Second grade happened... And one, unassuming day, I was peer pressured so badly, I left Sodor behind, seeming for good.

I childishly tried to be "More adult" so that others would like me.

But over a decade later, I found myself returning out of curiosity for what fans were doing, and let me tell you... It wasn't a pleasant start... It was a miniseries about a fan character named Alfred killing off the friends I left behind. I felt powerless in that situation, as I watched all these characters of my childhood be senselessly slaughtered purely for fandoms sick desires for "darker" and "edgier" content.

That was truly where my hatred for fandoms formed.

The Awdry family, and Ms. Allicroft would have NEVER allowed things like what this fandom can cook up.

From Victor Tanzig, to whatever the fuck that series was with the Gordon vine rape scene, it only goes to show that fandoms CANNOT be trusted in my eyes.

Thomas, Percy, Gordon, Henry, James, Edward, Toby.... None of them deserve what some of these... Individuals... Have done to them.

I have my voice. I hate content like this, with an all consuming fire in my soul. For what it does to kids watching them, for the painful memories it's caused me, to the sheer ego's of those who push it off as, "Over reacting".

I know what this franchise is. Escapism. An escape from this cold, cruel, isolating world we live in. And to see people CONSTANTLY shoving in our real world into a show that has positively affected my life for 26 years and counting.

All I have to say is: "How do you people sleep at night?"

How do you sleep knowing that you traumatize children who watch your shit? With no these characters you claim to love are massacred in ways I wouldn't wish on my own enemies? How do any of you sleep?

...

I... Apologize if I got a bit... Heated in this. This is a topic I, as a Thomas fan from birth, am DEEPLY enveloped with.

This fandom can make great things, I've seen them myself. From the countless fan made Arthur focused fan episodes, to the phenomenal Project Tigermoth.

These characters, are like family to me. A family that I love, and adore, even now.

-Andy, a passionate Thomas Fan.

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.11 bffs with the rookies+ Melbourne in the summer

guys y/n's alr been doing so much idk how many more scandals I can come up with 😭 pls lemme know what situations yall would like to see these 4 in hehe 🫣 comment it or dm me my inbox is always open to yall 🥰

| Masterlist |

It had been a long few weeks before you could see your best friends once again, not having been able to attend any of the races for the rest till the summer break, but now? You were finally free and ready to cause problems for your favourite people.

You laughed to yourself as you landed at Melbourne Airport, having been to the Piastri household many times, so much so that his mother had begun putting a stocking out for you at Christmas, knowing that you'd probably be celebrating with the Aussies, much like Logan would be. He too had his own stocking.

You'd called his Mother beforehand, asking if it was okay to come over and she'd told you, she'd be keeping your favourite Shepard's pie ready. She'd also told you that Logan was staying over as well, having arrived with Oscar.

You remember all the times the three of you had spent in Oscar's room as teenagers, talking about everything and nothing at all them complaining and marvelling about racing, you listening and giving advice wherever you could. You went to them with all your problems and they to you.

You trusted each other with your deepest, darkest, secrets. You, Logan and Oscar, and then you met Arthur, and he had been an unlikely addition to your peculiar little group, but the three of you had soon come to realise just how similar the boy was, and decided it was only fair to adopt him into your weirdness.

"Two hours!" you whisper-yelled at yourself, looking at how much time you'd have to spend in the uber to get to the house, maybe more with traffic. So you did what you did best, just to pass the time.

You got out of the app, not knowing how much chaos could come from one simple tweet. Turning on some mind-numbing show on Netflix, you settled in till you could be with your best friends again.

The two hours went by faster than she realised as the Uber pulled up to the house, she told the driver to pull over, earning her a weird look. She paid him his fare and took her luggage right behind the house. Thankfully the old trellis was still there, a little rotten and overgrown with vines but still there.

She climbed up with practised ease, settling just outside her friend's window, where Oscar and Logan had been sharing the Aussies' room, just like when they were young.

She sat just outside the view of the two boys Logan who was sprawled on the bed scrolling through Instagram and Oscar on the fluffy mat right below, snacking on nachos, passing some to the American as they spoke.

She couldn't help but giggle, stopping as she almost slipped off the roof.

She pulled out her phone, trying not to fall to her death or alert the residents of the house.

She moved to see the boys' reaction, only to see him smiling, kicking his feet up.

"Oh my god, this is fucking adorable," she whispered to herself, clicking a picture, how they still hadn't noticed her was a mystery, weren't F1 drivers supposed to super attentive?

She went back to texting the unsuspecting boy.

"Huh?" you heard the boy whisper to himself, perfect, both were distracted, now was your chance.

You jumped through the open window, making the two jump and scream. It was high-pitched and loud, making the brunette's parents run up to their room.

"IS IT THE SPIDER AGAIN?" His mother yelled, "OH HELL, DID A SNAKE GET IN?" His father questioned, as they pushed open the door, eyes wide looking around their son's room, only to find the laughing girl and their boys standing on the far end of the bed, hiding behind one other.

"How do you always fall for that?" The girl asked laughing at the prank she had been playing on her friends since she started coming home with them from their races at 16.

"Oh, sweetie, how was your flight?" His mother said, pulling you in for a hug, she ruffled your hair a little as she held you at arm's length to look at you, "It's been far too long since you visited!" She smiled and said.

His father patted her shoulder as well, "Oscar, go get her bags." he said while walking out of the room, making the boy still in shock complain, "But dad,", "Now, Oscar!" Was the only reply that came, making the girl stick out her tongue at her friend.

"How are you my parent's favourite!?" He screamed walking out the door.

"Actually, it Y/n, me and theeeeen you," Logan spread gasoline on the fire, "SHUT UP LOGAN," the boy threw a few nacho chips at the blond.

The girl let herself fall on the bed, taking Logan's phone off the charger, the boy followed suit, resting his head on her stomach, the girl lowering her phone so he could see what she was seeing as well.

She opened Twitter to find her simple tweet had practically gone viral.

"Doesn't that bother you?" he asked making the girl raise her brow, "All these people who don't even know you and they hate you,"

She hummed as she wrapped a coil of blond hair around her finger, letting it loose and moving onto another, "I mean not really?" she started, "Sure it hurts when they call me just for hanging out with yall but it doesn't matter much cause at the end of the day I'm hanging out with yall," she explained, "It'd matter if y'all said something cause you know, you know me, but these don't mean shit, bruv," she said further, showing him the screen, where someone had suggested a club.

"Sounds good," he replied, beginning to doze off.

The flight had taken a lot out of the young girl, the jet lag finally catching up, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE IN THESE BAGS-", Oscar yelled as he walked into the room but quickly shut up as he saw his friends fast asleep. He pulled out his phone and quickly took a photo of the two for blackmail reasons and pulled a blanket over them.

Why he had to sleep on an air mattress, on the floor, in his own house, was a mystery to him but all of them had grown used to unpredictable chaos when they were together.

what i wouldn't do to have her life 😮‍💨 also next Y/n and Arthur get home aloned and his brothers go through the 5 stages of grief thinking they'd gotten their 20-year-old brother and his friend kidnapped.

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com @landosgirlxoxo @aquangxl @sachaa-ff

[reddeadsredhead]

Do you have any Sean Macguire & Jack Marston interaction ideas / headcanons?

Ohhh YES

Okay here we GO I do indeed have many headcanons

- Sean engages with Jack the most out of all his uncles besides Hosea and Arthur

- Sean helps build Jack's imagination, playing pretend with him

- He tells him old folk tales and legends his Da & loved ones told him when he was growing up. Storytime with Sean is one of Jack's favorite things ever, and when Jack's witnessed something he wasn't supposed to see or he's just really upset he'll tell him these stories, letting little Jackie sit in his lap. Of course ADHD Sean can't stop bouncing his leg sometimes which makes Jack bob up and down

- Despite a lot of the gang seeing him as a hothead or an impulsive fool, Abigail trusts him a lot more than you might expect (maybe not a hundred percent but... For Sean, VERY much so) plus Sean gives her a bit of a break from parenting (til something goes wrong he isn't equipped to handle)

- He'd carry young Jackie around on his shoulders, his legs wrapped around Sean's head. One time Jack wove twigs into Sean's hair while he was being carried around and Sean had a real fun time brushing his hair later :)

- Made a little swingset for Jack (I can't remember if I came up with this one or if a friend did if so I'm sorry I don't want to pass off your ideas as my own!! Just putting this out there)

- When Jack isn't there, Sean might make an offhanded comment/joke about how John isn't there for his son like he needs to be. He understands the need for space, but he doesn't like it that John insists he's not even Jack's father at times, and we know how Sean doesn't like to keep his opinions bottled up. Sean's da would NEVER treat his son like that.

- I think Sean would be confused on how to go about parenting if Jack was his child; Darragh gave him an amazing example of fatherhood for the times that he would definitely use (and does in many ways!), but I don't think Sean would be ready for the responsibility to settle down with a child. Still, he makes the perfect uncle and male figure to take John's place while John figures himself out.

- Sean and Arthur take Jackie on a trip through the woods sometime! Helping him learn to identify plants and such, stuff Hosea taught them! Sean tries to swing on a vine. Said vine breaks, Sean falls into water. Jack and Arthur have a good laugh at him while Sean spits out a minnow.

- Sean also teaches Jack how to swim (since his father clearly wouldn't ever be able to, hee hee)

[estellardreams]

"Deltarune Brawl!" Models

Its finally DONE!

And as a bonus these designs are free to use for any Deltarune/Undertale AUs (to the people who own their OCs. Please ask permission still if the OC isn't yours)

Attacking everyone below:

@somemismatchedsocks

@emthimofnight

@6larosie9

@silvers-starrway

@ekaycheem

@einelitas

@yellowvixen

@polkychu

@zhampip

@totaleclipse573

@sonlc

Skaerial

Lunateaq

Okay, so... I did all of the models from the Deltarune Brawl piece and lined them up. I also did a bonus Undertale fight screen version down below along with Soul types. I'll explain why I made the design choices I did for appearances along with explaining the Mobian Soul types.

Design Notes:

✨Stardust✨

Stellar's design is an almost fusion between her normal look and villain look, however she was granted shoes and a storage belt to carry items.

Camellia got a more modified princessy design that also felt more adventure oriented. Now with proper boots and a seperated two piece instead of a dress, she'd be able to move around a lot more easily.

Rime's hands and feet are actually now iced over, making her attacks much more volatile. But by contrast, her actual outfit appears more sleek and tight-fitted since most of the detail went into her hands and feet.

Sunshine is also a primary Healer, with her scarf being modified into a more cape-like appearance. She was also given a cross bag and connected belt with a pouch for extra storage.

Arthur is heavily knight focused with his design taking the most pointers from Kris.

Orion is pretty streamlined, with the only thing to note being the protective shoulder guards and the side cape. He is definitely a warrior type, but I opted for something slightly fancy while allowing for ease of movement and some protection.

Terios is also an attack oriented Mage, with a much longer cape and a cross belt to keep everything secure. The bracelets are just for decoration.

Juice doesn't like clothes at all since they're too restrictive, so to keep in line with her character I simply kept her original bracelet and just gave her a simple belt to tie the look together. And put her quills down. Her psychic wings are now always active and visible.

Keira actually comes with a retractable scythe, which can normally look like a sword and can be used as such on first glance. But with special attacks, it comes out like a scythe. Other than that her outfit was changed to allow for more movement.

Estelle's original outfit surprisingly fit deltarune, so I kept most of the original elements but chose to remove some of the capes for ease of mobility.

🌊Seafoam🌊

Kaiko was given visible vines and flowers in his quills and on his arm to signify him having plant powers. His original outfit was also modified to appear more combat oriented.

Maria always struck me as a combative type, hence her design wasn't changed too much besides providing extra protection in case she got hurt.

Tulip's outfit mainly serves mobility, however it does lack the shoes and gloves due to preference and not for convenience like some other characters.

Sakura's mainly a healing Mage, with her design being soft and calming as a result. Not much to say here besides thinking a cloak would look nice on her.

Nymph maintains her princess look with a more streamlined and less restrictive look. The skirt is also a back high low to prevent it from snagging from behind if she ran.

Rosemary was dressed in a more guarded and combative style, with the short skirt being a more stylistic choice and to provide some extra protection from injury.

Mallow is definitely more armored with knightly gear. But since she originally came with a dress I decided to give her a skirt instead.

Meredith is a more attack oriented Mage, and as such her outfit appears both flowy yet elegant. Even without armor the outfit is quite protective where it needs to be.

Naomi is very focused on both protection and movement for attacking, so her outfit comes with wrist and shoulder guards to protect from attacks along with sleek long gloves and socks with only the elbows, knees, and toes exposed for better flexibility. She also has a belt with a pouch for extra storage.

Azarael is a slightly modified version of her original outfit. She also has small fins at the backs of her legs to swim more efficiently but that's about it.

Character Types and Role explanations:

Each character has a primary strength and weakness of the group. This is mainly intended for balancing purposes.

The knights score in high defense but middle in attack and can't use magic.

Warriors have the highest attack and are somewhat skilled in magic, but lack defense hence they can get downed easily.

And mages have the highest magic casting, middle in defense, but lack the strongest attack.

For our roles we have...

Knights: Arthur, Rosemary, Naomi

Warriors: Stellar, Camellia, Rime, Sunshine, Orion, Keira, Maria, Mallow, Azarael

Mages: Terios, Juice, Estelle, Kaiko, Tulip, Sakura, Nymph, Meredith

And now, for the soul types.

Mobian Souls share attributes with human souls, yet respond quite differently with their own unique abilities. Everyone has a special soul type in accordance to their color. However, Determination is a human soul ONLY. It cannot be found in a Mobian or Monster. They also go by different names but still share similar qualities to the human variants.

Pink: Understanding. Special Ability: Teleportation.

Orange: Courage. Special Ability: Endurance

Yellow: Fairness. Special Ability: Strength.

Green: Compassion. Special Ability: Healing

Cyan: Humility. Special Ability: Levitation.

Blue: Righteousness. Special Ability: Shielding.

Purple: Persistence. Special Ability: Energy Orbs

And for main method of attacking:

Arthur: Sword

Rosemary: gauntlets

Naomi: Throwing Knives

Stellar: Shoe Blades

Camellia: Knuckle Busters

Rime: Cyrokinesis

Sunshine: Photokinesis

Orion: Katana

Keira: Retractable Scythe

Maria: Chaos Energy

Mallow: Dual blades

Azarael: Claws

Terios: Chaos Shards

Juice: Psychokinesis

Estelle: Photokinesis

Kaiko: Chlorokinesis

Tulip: Techopathy

Sakura: Chlorokinesis

Nymph: Pyrokinesis

Meredith: Hydrokinesis

[cecilyv]

Comfort Fanfic Reccs

@liminalmemories21 tagged me in this and I just KNOW she knew I was going to (A) fall down like, a zillion rabbit holes, (B) sit there for a while trying to think of a story/author that was one the tip of my tongue but failing, and (C) then get upset again because, y'all, the internet is NOT FOREVER. Of course there are things this makes me happy about, but in this instance.

Okay, this is no way all of them. I am re-reader. I reread. I have been in fandom for over 30 years. I retain the right to post again later with more of these because I want my friends to get the pleasure of reading these for the first time or the thousandth time -- it's all the same.

Also some of these are sad. Some are happy. I've found that I go to all them for comfort, depending on the day.

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose by synecdochic (SGA, Rodney/John).

"There is a gravestone in Arlington National Cemetery. It sits watch over an empty grave, and there is a vine with small blue flowers, one the gardeners can't identify from any book, twining up its side." I know I've mentioned it before, but this fic lives rent free in my brain and it's sad, and lovely, and sad, and thought provoking and lovely and just read it.

This is how it works by Lim

A connected rec: Lim, not my lim but another fandom Lim, made this video for/about freedom's just another word. I'm so glad it exists on the internet still. Scroll down in the link and you might have to hit play a few times to get it to load, but it's worth it. This is the vid that made me realize the power of vids AND introduced me to Regina Spektor, so, thank you lim.

Telegraph Avenue by hackthis (the O.C. -- Seth/OMC, Seth/Ryan)

I am, in fact, sending you to the wilds of livejournal because hackthis left fandom (mumbles under her breadth) years ago and none of her stuff exists on ao3 (if it does, please let me know because that would be amazing). Honestly, I rec all her stuff -- the generation kill, the inception, freaking neville longbottom/theodore nott -- read it all, even if it's on livejournal.

Pre-Existing Condition by Helenish (Die Hard, Matt Farrell/John McClane)

Okay, okay, bear with me. I had an incredibly difficult time figuring out which of Helenish's stories to link, but I went with this one because it's a showcase of -- I will follow this author anywhere and love it. I have read this story so many times. In Helenish, I trust and that's going to be a running theme here. Come for this one, stay for the Inception, SGA, Teen Wolf, and hockey rpf, if that's your bag. Apparently, helenish was my very first bookmark on ao3 which totally tracks.

Don't You Shake Alone by Dira Sudis (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)

Nate looked exactly like Brad always pictured him: exhausted in the full life-in-a-combat-zone sense of the word. Nate has a baby and Brad shows up. I have read this oh, like, at least a dozen times. It hits every single one of my buttons.

Steinway!verse by toomuchplor (Inception, Arthur/Eames)

Being a freshman piano performance major at a prestigious New England conservatory is difficult enough without landing the school's star baritone as your singer, and inevitably, your hopeless crush.

Written by the Victors by Cesperanza (SGA)

Caroll, Franklin R. Atlantis Revisited. New York and London, Routledge, 2011. Chapman, Denise. Several Kinds of Genius: The Life of Rodney McKay. NY: Harper Perennial, 2015. Croft, Rosalind. City of Spires: A Memoir. Toronto: The Mercury Press, 2009. Dugan, Paul. A Political History of Atlantis. Oxford: OUP, 2012. This changed fandom and me, and go read it, if you haven't. Also, Lim recced With six you get eggroll which was, uh, maybe why I finally watched Due South.

Behind closed doors: collected oral histories of queer community in New York, 1930-1945. doi 10.1999/journal.amhistqstud.32557038 by wobblyheadeddollcaper (Captain America, Bucky/Steve)

Steve Rogers, supersoldier and inept historian, confronts the absence of evidence. Those who know me, know why.

Drastically Redefining Protocol by rageprufrock (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin)

Honestly, another author I follow to the ends of the earth. I know Lim recced it to, so hopefully you go read it.

Noblesse Oblige by Alethia (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)

This was not a normal day. This day existed to prove that hell was real and it came with musical accompaniment by will.i.am. On this day, Steve figured out how to get him out of the office and torment him at the same time by sending him to the godforsaken DNC where it was all 'we shall overcome,' oh-happy-day bullshit. Which merely justified Brad's hatred of the world and everyone in it. With a side of Worthy of Trust and Confidence because her Brad voice is just THAT GOOD.

I don't see how there won't be a second set of these at some point.