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graaythekwami · 1 month ago

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I really love ur writing, so I was curious if you had any miraculous ladybug fic recs? No worries if not <3

Fic recs coming right up!

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Guardians by Wintermoth

In the year 2015, Marinette Dupain-Cheng said yes to Tikki, the kwami of Creation. Two days later, Adrien Agreste said yes to Plagg, the kwami of Destruction. For the first time in over a thousand years, the cat and the bug were starting fresh. (immortal AU)

My absolute favorite fic of all time. This is a fic that was written back in Miraculous Ladybug's early days, and while it's unfinished it's still one I love to reread. Its an immortal AU where the kwamis are basically gods, and their chosen are sent out to fight the dangers of the world, putting things on a scale much larger than canon. If you love OC kwamis and awesome lore, this is definitely a must read.

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I'll Handle This by P_Artsypants

“I’ll solve all your problems,” Plagg had said. “You just have to agree to it.” A fixed relationship with his father, Lila to stop bothering him, and Ladybug to fall in love with him? Who wouldn’t agree to that? Except Plagg was the God of Destruction and Chaos and had a more…hands-on approach. Adrien just wants his body back.

This fic is pure comedy gold. If you haven't read it yet go and read it now! It's a Plagg and Adrien body swap, featuring Plagg doing all he can to annoy Gabriel and Lila, what more could you want? If that doesn't convince you, then you're missing out on Plagg breaking out of jail. How do you not want to read a fic about Plagg breaking out of jail??

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The Great Banana Search by Walkingonthestars

A small, careless move by Hawk Moth exposes his identity to a citizen of Paris. But this citizen has a secret identity of their own, and that makes finding them and taking care of the situation a rather slippery pursuit. Basically, Mr. Banana sees Hawk Moth detransform, and Gabriel and Nathalie work to find out who's behind the banana suit so they can shut him up before he talks. As Gabriel fears that the person in the peel was none other than Cat Noir himself, he also notices that Adrien seems to upset and hiding something.

One of the best "crack treated seriously" fics I've ever read. Mr. Banana discovers Hawk Moth's identity, and it's written from Gabriel's POV.

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Lows and Highs (of Adrien Agreste) by Blackcats_Butterflies

Adrien Agreste- Teenage supermodel, son of Gabriel Agreste, hero of Paris… Type One Diabetic. When Adrien is diagnosed with a chronic illness, he goes through the mental struggles of dealing with this new life. Nothing will ever be the same again, and if anyone were to find out, he'd be humiliated. The world would find him repulsing. Who would want to love someone who was constantly giving themselves shots? Marinette would.

This in-progress fic is about Adrien being diagnosed with type one diabetes, based on the author's real experiences. This fic shows the reality of having a chronic illness, the emotional struggle that the characters go through (especially thanks to Gabriel being a horrible human being), and just Adrien having actual supportive people in his life. Also it has plenty of Adrinette as well, a very good fic. (There's also a prequel about Adrien's diagnosis.)

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Out of Your Orbit by Buggachat

Nino still remembered how much fun they had together, playing videos and cracking jokes. He remembered the dorky way that he snorted when he laughed, but he also remembered how it felt to hold him in his arms, to brush his soft blond hair out of his eyes and kiss him like they were the only two people in the world. He remembered believing that he'd always be there. “You got something against Gabriel?” Alya asked with a quirked brow. Yeah, he had something against Gabriel.

*Slams fic on the table.* Adrino. Nothing else you need to know, go read it. You will cry.

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drowning (in plain sight) by Buggachat

Everybody had expected Monarch's defeat to be a moment of triumph. Nobody had expected Gabriel Agreste, unmasked and mind frayed from continual abuse of the miraculous, crying out to all who would listen and making Paris certain of one thing: His son, Adrien Agreste, is one of his sentimonsters. And now he's missing. Nobody can find him— not even the superheroes, and not even his closest friends. But Marinette, Nino, and Alya aren't ones to give up so easily. They'll find him, no matter what it takes. (But, geez, would it kill Chat Noir to lend a hand?)

If you somehow haven't read this fic yet then here's your sign to. Another Buggachat fic that will make you cry, in which Adrien and the world learns that he's a senti and the son of a villain, and sunshine son does not take it well.

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Exposure by Nomolosk

A week before the interview where now 18 year old Adrien Agreste is supposed to publicly sign away his life to his father, Adrien shows up in the office of Nadja Chamack to discuss some… changes… to the proposed interview.

Adrien uses a live interview to ruin Gabriel's life, and it's beautiful.

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is it chill that you're in my head? by BringTheStorm

Alya stared at the picture plastered across the homepage of every single tabloid and news site, whispering every curse she could think of under her breath. SHOCKING SECRET ROMANCE BETWEEN LADYBLOGGER AND PARISIAN SUPERVILLAIN REVEALED!!! the headline announced, casually shouting the words she had been dreading for all of Paris to read. Alya had always assumed that someday Paris would discover that she had secretly been kissing their most wanted vigilante, but she had never thought it would happen so soon. As the domino effects of her relationship with Ladybug go spiraling through her life, Alya turns her sights towards the one responsible: the elusive superhero Hawkmoth. AKA Someone outs Alya and her girlfriend so she retaliates by deciding to take down Hawkmoth

An AlyaBug fic in which Hawk Moth has convinced the entire city that he's the hero and that Ladybug and Chat Noir can't be trusted. I love the universe that has been set up in this fic, with Hawk Moth's manipulation being on a different level. Also it's AlyaBug with background Adrino, what more do you want?

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Nobody's Perfect by fleurjaune (fleur_jaune)

Gabriel’s hands still on his ring. There was nothing wrong in Adrien’s reaction per se. He doesn’t know how else he expected Adrien to respond. Technically Adrien’s reaction was completely correct. It was what he’d want from his son. Happiness. Gratitude. An Eagerness to please. And yet he can’t but think that something seems off.

Probably the most unique take I've seen on a senti!Adrien story, where Gabriel and Nathalie actually don't know that Adrien is a senti, and all the emotions that come with that as that realization sets in. This fic features a Gabriel that does care about his son, while still being far from an ideal father, with GabeNath moments as well.

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A Little Fall of Rain by Druwho

Unable to transform in time, Marinette sacrifices her life to save Adrien from an assassin. With the help of the Kwamis, Adrien is able to bring her back to life, but it comes at a price. One that Adrien alone must pay. Now, Adrien is forced to keep even more secrets. The fact that Marinette is alive and that she has been his Lady all long. More than ever, they must defeat Hawkmoth. Only then can Marinette return to her life.

This is a sweet and emotional story with plenty of Adrienette, Marinette and Adrien trying to navigate a world that believes that Marinette is dead.

#fic recs #anon ask #ask

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snailsgoingdowntown · 1 year ago

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So I'm rereading Under the oak tree and like so far, imo, maxi brings out both the worst and the best in Riftan. I have never read the web novels, just the Webtoon, so idk how he is in the novel, especially since there is one from his pov, so I can only take guesses of how he thinks from the Webtoon.

But yeah, he's too much so far, I kinda forgot how he gets later on, but rn I feel like he's too much, especially when he doesn't attempt to get to know maxi and at the same time maxi doesn't try to get to know him (ch. 19). If memory serves correct, they do that later on in the Webtoon, I think.

I have seen spoilers for the novels though so I am aware that Riftan hasn't had an easy life and obviously, neither has maxi. So I try not to get irritated too much when I see how... Awkward they are around each other (ch. 19 so far) if sex is not involved. But it makes sense, especially when they haven't seen each for like, 3 years, and how shitty her dad is to the point he still kept her so she couldn't go to Antol (???). So it's understandable why they don't understand each other, but it's frustrating that they only make small attempts to (ch. 19)

Ik I'm a broken record at this point, but I want to make it clear that I understand. It's frustrating nevertheless, because as the reader, we know what's going on, what maxi is thinking since its from her pov. We're not the characters so it's a bit harder to understand where they are coming from, since again, we are seeing everything (or mostly everything, I kinda want to see Riftan out and about) and they don't.

Their trauma shaped them into the way they are, and it's because of that I try to like, not quite the Webtoon in rage, but I want to see it through.

But yes, another thing I don't understand is how... High the kings hold Riftan when he's kinda... Harsh on them. And I do like how he stands up for maxi whenever one of them (specifically that blonde guy who's name I forgot) just shitted on her. HOWEVER, What I don't like is how Riftan just... Interrupted her when she was about to stand up for herself. I only remember this part because of how irritating it was to see it, and I understand why Riftan reacted the way he did, but jfc that actually made me mad. I like how he did that, but it was at the cost of Maxi showing the authority she has (if I remember everything correctly anyway, I could easily be wrong about everything after ch. 19)

Also, something I don't like, but kinda understand, is how Riftan never asked maxi, properly, why she wasn't in his land for 3 years. Or asked if her father was involved in it or anything like that, he just kinda assumed she didn't want to be there. Like bro, you see the nervous mess that is your wife, why aren't you having a conversation with your wife (ch. 19)

But yeah, that's my thoughts so far.

Anyway, maxi is precious and Ruth is sexy and a positive influence on Maxi. Better then Riftan, because he's not obsessed with her, and wants to help her improve because she wants and needs to improve while Riftan just accepts her as is which would be fine, but he chooses to ignore/just is very oblivious about her mannerisms because he's just so in love/obsessed with her.

#marie talks #under the oak tree

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distant--shadow · 1 year ago

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get to know meme

lil thing where I'll give a bit too much detail so it fills its purpose, honoured honestly to be tagged by three of my favourite writers in this space @sharkodactyl, @unicyclehippo , and @astoriacolumnstaircase - anyone reading this should be reading their works instead.

favourite colour: brown(s), like a mid to a dark tone, i like them to have a bit of red involved. like our old-boy chet, I love the wood. my dream home would be all wood-panelled with built in inlayed and set back shelves and nooks a plenty and yeah just full of brik-a-brak. otherwise my favourite colours are navy blue and greens that are more mixed with blue than yellow, teals and emeralds and once again generally around the mid tones. green makes me very happy. moss and outdoors and all that.

currently reading: fic. haha. (suss my recommend reading tag) I did venture out to my (very) local queer bookshop and asked them for something that won't send me on a spiral if I'm already on one/provide some escapism and they reccomended river of teeth by Sarah gailey. anyone I've said about it to seems real enthusiastic about it, I am not well read at all when it comes to published things, tend to just get really into a few fandom authors works and picking them apart (rereading a lot) . still haven't started it but maybe I'll try take it out to the park in the next week or so. I'm dabbling in reading (and unfortunately writing) poetry thanks to @picturesofthegoneworlds and @blorbotomy 's influence, those mini books are fun to keep on you when out and about, poem or two on a tree stump or boulder with a grand vista and a brain that wants eyes on a phone screen.

last song: last song I consciously (not background music) listened to was:

youtube

I went on an early lord snow stint the other night because the air smelt crisp and there was a nice chill. they have remained my favourite heavy (as a broad term) band for a decade now.

I used to have music on all of the time, whether that be cd's at home or in my mp3 player (that I still take out with me) but these days I find listening more of an intentional activity and I prefer to have people just nattering when I'm at home and want background noise. think it's where my heads at and I've just got more sensitive to being overstimulated I guess. I was also pretty good at going to a live gig at least once a week before I did my back in, looking forward to getting into that habit again.

last series: I don't watch much stuff outside of critical role, least other than YouTube videos I'll put on whislt I'm drawing. oh wait yeah I ordered 3 seasons of xena on ebay because it's like a couple of quid a season and it is a real good comfort show and fucking amazing. I hadn't seen it since I was pre teen and it was on day time TV and I'd catch it on sick days. the amount of people I've brought it up to these past few months who've been so stoked to be reminded of it/eager to watch it with me is actually hilarious.

last movie: uhhhh God movies I watch even less. I haven't been to a cinema in over 12 years now, just not my thing, and it's funny caus my mum used to work in the film and TV industry and we had shelves and shelves full of VHS growing up (mostly bootlegged) and she can just ramble about pretty much any early era film up to the stuff from the 80s (when she was working on em) for days. never could sit through em, never felt satisfied with how the story went. guess that's why actual play appeals to me. but saying all this I did rewatch Bound for the first time since I was like 15 last month or so, enjoyed it a lot more than I did back then.

sweet/savory/spicy: savory all day. I am a salt fiend. I used to think I'd be fortunate enough to die from my salt intake. I'll put it on anything. cereal, toast, fruit. I think the other day I noted the one thing I wouldn't put it on, but I can't recall that right now honestly. it's gotta be decent salt too, sea salt or rock salt that has some texture and delicious flavour, I'm not fucking with that table salt shit. I carry salt with me in a mini mason jar everywhere I go, saves when you only have access to bland cold supermarket food. one of my earliest memories is when I was like 6 I had had my daily 1 glass allowance of squash/fruit cordial in my white Tom and Jerry printed beaker with the accordion bendy straw and so when I was pouring myself a glass of water from the tap I put salt in it caus I wanted flavour that would not show through the white translucent container. it's all been downhill from there, although I also, luckily I guess caus otherwise I would be really fucked, do drink a lot of water.

currently working on: myself and healing. hah. I never realised how much paperwork and phone calls came with this maintenance shit. I'm still out of work, and my mental health has taken a huge hit from not being able to do the things I usually would. so right now I'm just trying to keep everything together. I can draw again though, so sorry about that.

I never know who to tag in these things caus I don't think everyone wants to do them. so I'll go with this being open invite as always. hope anyone who read this far is having a good week, and sentiment is still there even if you didn't read this (unless you don't deserve my well wishes, then fuck you.)

#Youtube

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typewriteringalaxy · 1 year ago

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for the new game!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics? 3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? 6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time? 14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

aaaand I will stop so I don't use up all the questions lol

thank you for playing along💕

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

Hell yeah. I am their target audience after all (and for some of them, perhaps the only audience lol). I like observing changes in my writing style too, or fixing typos I didn't catch before posting.

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Making me choose among my children again😭 The top 3 is definitely everything's better with a friend , With Less Inhibition and howling hearts, each for different reasons. The latter two were lovely writing experiences, particularly because of @hypernovaesx 's involvement. Everything's better probably wins though. As readers' reception, as an idea that flowed so easily swept after the show, as the first multichapter fic I actually completed, it just sweeps all categories

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Yes! Manacled by senlinyu first and foremost. I was so obsessed with it that I did a meme log for it and my friend printed it as a birthday gift lol. And there's many reylo fics and authors that stayed with me for years.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

everything's better with a friend as a movie !! Not only does it provide a full script, but there's also a mention of Piltover making a movie about Ekko and the bombing spirit in it so it would be very meta and fun ! and i may have comic ideas for the future lol

#typewriter asks #timebomb #reylo fanfiction #manacled

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error404vnotfound · 1 year ago

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this is mainly on me

(aka v reviews/rants about Anne sin filtros)

because I knew what they were doing with Diana and Anne. and like. I just love their friendship so much. they love and are so important to each other so much my aro heart gets very happy. because look at that framed as the most important thing friendship that's just so rare

but. I was willing to look past it. I can get behind it. I usually don't mind romantic subplots (and one of my favourite couples ever is written by them also), so I thought I would be fine

i wasn't

it's not only that they make them a couple, but also girlies had no chemistry whatsoever???? they were just horny and had horny tense moments that made me open this same app because I'm tired and I don't wanna read that every other chapter. I think once they got together they had one single semi non sexual interaction and no conversation at all which 🧍 ma'am where did their friendship go

best part of the whole thing was Gilbert. no notes. well, actually, have him more on page. girlfriend was barely in it towards the ending which????? you are solving his part of the plot there?????

which brings me to

what the fuck is everyone else doing while Anne is overcomplicating her life. like. I mean we are told people study for exams and Gilbert does publish some fanfiction but ???? idk I wanna know more about fred and his photography or diana and her art???? does she only draw for Anne's stories????

for authors that have done amazing character work in the past this felt disappointing :/

but yeah. hey at least it has a bunch of queer rep that's just dropped in casually with 0 drama I liked that (tho I would have liked a little bit of discussion about the polycule somewhere??? moreover, after we are told Gilbert had issues with a previous relationship??? like. my guy does all the work off screen)

also some thing that bothered me a bit is that a character (Phill) is introduced as using ALL pronouns but mainly she/her because it's what they are used to (well, the Spanish equivalent), but then is addressed as she/her all the time. I get not using elle (the they/them) because a publishing house will go as far, but call them by he/him sometimes maybe idk

now comes the part where I rate the book which is difficult because I have to get to actually despise I'd burn this book levels of dislike to rate a book lower than a 4 (I don't have a system to rate books and it shows because my "yeah I liked this book I guess" rating is 4/5)

i didn't hate the book. I also didn't like it. But I also didn't outright dislike it? I guess I didn't not dislike it ???

also also I do think I would have enjoyed this book a little bit more at another time in my life (? I just have been very tired of the allos recently (more than the usual aroace tired of the allos way) (but again, that's on me for reading the book)

I think I'm settling it as a "idk man I'd just rather go reread some Anne with an E fanfiction I read 3 years ago" 3/5 (I might lower it idk)

memo: develop an actual book rating system

#v reads anne sin filtros #v reads the seliriaverse

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carnivorine · 1 year ago

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this year i read:

Night Walks by Charles Dickens, not really much to say about this one as I read this in January and it is not particularly memorable

We by Yevgeny Zamyatin, I really did prefer this to 1984, at some points found it quire confusing, but overall yeah

The Water Cure by Sophie Mackintosh, this book was okay but it was not a banger by any means. Very quiet feeling and did not really grip me, it was average but I would read another of her books (indeed I have Cursed Bread to read at some point)

What Moves the Dead by T.Kingfisher, to be honest I love the premises of Kingfisher's books however have read two now and much like Schwab they do absolutely nothing for me, most likely would not read a Kingfisher book again although I always love the premises. It is the execution that I dislike

Outlawed by Anna North, I was an enjoyer of this book. Nothing else to say really. I liked it, not a new favourite but a keeper.

No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy, I think this is an excellent book, can be very confusing for me due to the writing style but would definitely reread, probably one of the best books objectively that I have read this year

The Unseen Body by Jonathan Reisman, this doctor is insane honestly like reading some of his thoughts I was thinking WTF, but I did enjoy this for the (quite service level) insights into the body. I especially enjoyed the first chapter in my memory, wanted to show it to people who are not aware of EOL care and considerations, but not that good for people who already have a well enough understanding imo

Life With the Afterlife by Amy Bruni, this was very readable but again quite surface level, I am not familiar with the TV show the author is on and it referenced that quite a lot, enjoyed the viewing of ghosts as completely real, would love more 'ghost non-fiction'

From Here to Eternity by Caitlin Doughty, I really did like this book but tbh I thought some of her descriptions were kinda cringe, teenage edgy, also it was barely around the world and there were not many sections, at least two were about the USA. Like they were still interesting but it did feel kind of surface level again, and not that international

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant, really did enjoy this one, there were definitely flaws and it is hardly a literary masterpiece however it was a lot of fun to read

Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder, this was another one that I found to be good fun however with flaws. I enjoyed the first POV the most but then I kind of thought it descended into a mess. Think this could have been done incredibly well if it was longer and went into actual biblical lore... a person can dream

Pew by Catherine Lacey, this was okay, although this had been hyped up to me and did let me down. This was very interesting premise of a completely ambiguous person and had a lot of space for coversation about perception and treatment based on race/gender/class etc however I am not sure this was explored to it's full potential, it was also recommended as something creepy, which I did not feel it was

Certain Dark Things by Silvia Moreno Garcia, what can I say, Silvia Moreno Garcia I am in love with you <3 obsessed with the doomed romance tbh and I will read anything she writes. Put this off for over a year because I was scared I would hate it - ha I could never

Below by Laurel Hightower, I was so disappointed in this tbh. Like WHERE was mothman? He was there like three times and the main monster was NOT mothman. It was marketed as a mothman horror, and there was too much going on for such a short book

The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson, another banger of a book, one of the top three of the year. The ending did feel rushed to me but I believe and hope there will be a sequel, other than that I really enjoyed this

Stolen Tongues by Felix Blackwell, this was okay... the premise and prologue were creepy but it just got worse as it went on. Also, he said how he was advised not to use Native American folklore and characters and he did anyway and said something about not making them into caricatures but the two main native characters still died during assisting the white main characters so... ??? Personally I would have enjoyed this more had it stayed a reddit story, or even a novella

Garlic and the Vampire by Bree Paulsen, a cute little comic type thing about a group of vegetables being petrified of a nearby Vampire who had just moved back into his castle, and a cute little lesson (???) about assumption and judging people before you know them, will probably read to my son

#reading

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ob-levi-on · 3 years ago

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characters: modern day! levi ackerman x female reader, with minor mentions & dialouge interactions with other aot characters

content warnings (minors dni!): established relationship, public sex (kinda), oral (female receiving), doggystyle, creampie <3

word count: 5.141 (5,141)

author's note: it's been a little bit, my darlings! school and work has really taken a toll on me, but i'm glad i was able to release something for you! as always, feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated :P i hope you enjoy!

it was a perfect saturday night. sundown was falling, with you and your lover cuddled on the couch. your head nuzzled in the crook of levi’s neck, and a positive hum escaped him. you blush, holding tight onto the blanket that covered you both.

you intently watched a romantic drama on the tv, while levi read a book. he wasn’t the type to watch too much television, instead, he put his attentive eyes onto a good book. but he would rather be with you every chance that he got. so, as you enjoyed your show, levi held you and read a mystery novel.

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself, excited because a romantic scene was taking place. the overall comment makes levi curious. the raven darts his eyes from the book to the television, and the camera focuses on a shirtless man. levi nearly chokes on his own spit, and his hand tightens around the book.

levi’s stomach twists and turns.

“haven’t you seen this one before?” he states bluntly. the question was meant to be innocent, when in reality he couldn’t stand the idea of another man–shirtless and fictional nonetheless–catching your attention.

you didn’t catch onto the issue. “what’s wrong with rewatching something?” you ask, tilting your head upwards to look at levi.

had it been anyone else, levi wouldn’t have cared. but this is you that we’re talking about. the only woman who accepted him, facade and all, without any judgment. the one who never expected anything from him at first sight. the one who held him when he couldn’t bottle his emotions any further. the one who he deeply loved, with his whole heart and soul.

so yeah, he might’ve been a little jealous. the poor man couldn’t help it.

levi doesn’t know how to respond to your comment, because you’re definitely right, there really is no sin in rewatching anything. even so, the raven does not want to look into your eyes…because he knows that he’ll accept anything you say if he does. he can feel your innocent orbs gazing at him, and the man keeps rereading the same sentence in his book in order to focus away from you.

you opened your mouth to say anything, but the buzz from levi’s phone interrupts the moment. your partner sighs, setting his book down and reaching for his phone in his pocket. your body naturally shifts so he can read whatever notification he got, sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching your show.

other than the sound of the tv, it is quiet for only a few beats. after reading the text he got, levi glances at you and then at the tv screen. the shirtless man is gone now, and levi felt somewhat relieved. he takes the moment to kiss your cheek, and stands.

the kiss catches you off guard for just a moment, but you smile. “where are you going?” you ask, thinking that he wouldn’t actually go anywhere.

“there are some issues at work. carla needs me.”

the smile from your face slowly fades.

levi held a very important position at his job, so it was natural for him to be needed. but it was rather annoying that he would be called in from his days off, the only times where you two could really enjoy each other’s company in full. it’s happened more than once, and it was happening again.

“on a saturday? can’t it wait until monday?” you pout, looking at him.

the raven turns towards you, and leans down to plant another kiss onto your forehead. “i’m afraid not, love. it’ll be a few hours, max. after that, i’ll come straight back here. i promise.”

knowing that he was leaving made your gut wrench. after all, levi was your everything. the list of reasons why was too long and thorough to go through.

you wanted him to stay, you really did. but convincing him to do so would be difficult.

one of levi’s wonderful traits was the constant need to help. he did not care who you were or what was wrong–he would try to help you regardless of what was going on. he did not care if the world burned down in the background as he did so. in his mind, helping others in a time of need, no matter how personal or impersonal it was, was something greatly important for him to do–whenever he could. you admired that about him, since there weren't many people who thought or acted that way. because of that, you knew that there was really no chance of convincing him to stay.

you sigh, bringing out your pinky towards his face. “promise?”

levi playfully rolls his eyes, but nonetheless connects his own pinky with yours. “promise.”

“what time did he get home?”

“he left at 5:30 pm. didn’t come home until 2:00 am.” you state, playing with a box of cigarettes with your hands.

hange stares at you with wide eyes. “and this was for work…right?”

you only nod.

hange was your best friend, and also levi’s co-worker. while they didn’t work in the same department, she knew enough to understand your concerns.

“maybe i would understand if it was once or twice but…”hange trails off.

you shrug, taking a cigarette out of the box and lighting it. “do you know a carla?”

hange freezes for a moment. “i know carla yeager, wife of grisham yeagar, the new ceo of the company…”

you hum, inhaling smoke and then releasing it.

hange squints at you. “why?”

“levi said that carla needed him last night. and a few other times, too.”

“please?”

levi sat upwards on the bed, looking at you. the two of you were getting ready for bed, and you were doing your nightly routine.

you brushed your teeth, simply staring at him. you walk back into the bathroom to finish the process, coming back out when you’re done.

levi had already laid down. he faced you, laying down on his side, with open arms.

the sight was too cute and wholesome to ignore. you get into bed, cuddling up to your lover, who immediately embraced you the first chance he could.

you loved levi too much to stay upset at him for long. you were absolutely certain that levi would never be unfaithful to you, but the intentions of others recently has been putting you on the edge.

it was totally possible that carla truly needed levi for work related issues. but it is the fact that she takes him from you that riles up this sour taste in your mouth. the bitter flavor of jealously salivated there, and you did your best to hold it back. because at the end of the day, you didn’t like this feeling. the recent events and your emotions tried to make it seem as if levi was your property, which is not the case. he was your lover, yes, but in no way or form did he physically belong to you. that’s why you hated feeling so envious of others.

but you couldn’t help it.

“so?” levi asks, lightly resting his head on top of yours. his soft voice brings you out of your thoughts.

you sigh. “we went to the gala last year.”

“i know we did, babe. but it was strongly encouraged for me to be in attendance this year.”

strongly encouraged by who, you can’t help to think.

“will carla be there?” you ask.

levi was surprised you mentioned his superior’s name. but he answers nonetheless, stating,“it’s very likely. but so will my men–marco, mobilt, jean, and the others. hell, even those of hange’s department will be there.”

you stay silent, rubbing circles on levi’s chest.

levi continues. “i know you don’t like going to those types of things…”

the raven had noticed your silence, and he frowned. he lowered his head to whisper in your ear.

“can i tell you a secret?”

had you not been feeling somewhat blue, the whispering would have ignited a passionate desire. but you close your eyes and simply hum.

“i don’t like going to those things either. i would much rather be here, at home, with you…i’d do that a thousand times over than having to converse with those snobby bastards.”

levi’s words manage to put a smile on your face, a familiar warmth resting onto your cheeks. you snuggle your head further into levi’s chest so he wouldn’t see, and the notion warms levi’s heart.

a comfortable silence rested amongst you two. even though you didn’t respond to levi, the man would never force you to reply. the conversation stopped there. levi planted a kiss onto your head, before embracing you tighter and closing his eyes.

“promise me one thing, levi.”

“yes, my love?”

“don’t leave my side.”

“i promise.”

as your partner walks you through the crowd, you try to mentally prepare yourself for the evening. the lively and bright atmosphere made you a little anxious, and you hold onto levi a little tighter.

levi gives you a comforting smile. the raven was aware of your worries. these types of events always made you nervous. you were one to fumble under peering eyes, especially in an environment that you weren’t familiar with. that’s just how you were.

for that reason, he was so grateful you agreed to come. he would show you how grateful he was later.

“y/n!” you jump at the sound of your name, and levi holds you. you turn to the source of the sound, and you are relieved to see hange approaching you.

hange and her date, mobilt, stand in front of you. the woman smiles at you and glances at levi, her smile faltering for a millisecond before regaining her smile. her attention turns to you, and her eyes widen at your appearance.

“you look amazing!” she states, stepping in for a hug. you hug hange back, and release moments after.

“nothing compared to you!” you compliment, returning your hands onto levi’s arm.

mobilt, hange’s date, holds her. “y/n, you didn’t tell me that my boss was so romantic. the two of you are matching!”

“that was a mere coincidence.” levi states bluntly. you try to hide a smile, because seeing levi as a cold-blooded superior was so unnatural to you.

levi’s statement was quite funny, because you knew the truth. he, in fact, let you choose a dress first. the raven then picked his tuxedo after, and when you questioned him about choosing a similar color like that of your dress, the man simply stated that he liked the color (but in his head, he liked LOVED the idea of you two matching). still wary of his response, you turned your head and squinted your eyes at him. levi held your stare briefly, before winking.

for reference, levi wore a beige colored tuxedo, with a white collar. instead of a tie, levi wore his signature handkerchief–a tribute to his mother. you wore a champagne colored gown, with a high slit on the left side that revealed your leg.

the familiarity of the people around made you feel a little better about being at the gala. the atmosphere, tense for you only moments ago, was now much more relaxed.

and levi held his arm around your waist the entire time.

time passes. “so then mobilt ran some more tests, and boom! the formula worked,” hange says, looking upwards at her date with a fond expression.

“if it wasn’t for heichou and brains over here,” mobilt starts, glancing at hange. “the formula wouldn’t have been possible. i just did what i was told.”

levi rolls his eyes at the nickname. “oi, moblit, you ever heard about teaching your seniors with some respect?”

you laugh, and the group follows. levi grumbles, looking away for a moment.

the conversation continues, and you notice a woman approaching. the woman has a serious face as her eyes briefly meet yours, before glancing over to levi and letting out a grin. eventually, everyone notices her.

hange, who was laughing just moments ago, stops. as you eye the woman in front of you, you can feel hange peeking at you.

“i’m so glad that you decided to come, levi.”

“i’m happy to have made it.” levi states, nodding courteously at the woman.

“it’s nice to see you as well, moblit, hange,” the woman nods towards them. her eyes then land on yours.

“aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, levi?”

“of course. carla, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” he explains, using his hand to gesture to you. the raven smiles at you warmly. “y/n, this is carla, my superior.”

you nod to the woman, despite your blood boiling. “it’s nice to meet you,” you greet.

“levi, how could you not tell me you had a girlfriend? she’s as lovely as a dove.” carla states. the older woman grins, but you’re not sure if it is sincere.

“you gotta keep the good ones hidden, ma’am,” mobilt responds, holding hange a little closer. “or else others will want to take them from ‘ya!”

levi nods. the man proceeds to look at you with a twinkle in his eye, his thumb caressing your hip. the man grins at you, and you can’t help but smile back at him. it was true–the eyes are the window to the soul. just with this gaze alone, you could feel the immeasurable weight of love that levi had for you. you hoped that your gaze felt that way for him, too.

“i suppose that’s true.” carla says loudly, and squints momentarily at the two of you. she changes her direction back to your boyfriend. “levi, there are some people who would like to meet you. i thought i would come and escort you to them.”

levi finally looks away to his superior. he nods. “could you tell me where they are? i’ll stop by in a moment, erwin needs to see me first.”

carla simply blinks. “well, since i’m already here, i thought–”

“that’s right!” hange adds, poking levi. “erwin asked you for a while ago!”

you furrow your brows in confusion, glancing back at hange to levi.

“i know, i know,” levi says. “carla, i would appreciate it if you told me where the people are. i’ll stop by later.”

you look at carla, and she almost looks dumbfounded. it is silent for just a few beats before she finally replies. “it is the table reserved near the bar. you can’t miss them.”

levi bows his head. “thank you, carla.” he says, and then turns to you. “let’s get going, yeah?”

you nod. the two of you politely excuse yourselves, and walk away. a few moments into the stroll, you lean into levi. “you told me that erwin wasn’t coming.”

levi’s face shows no emotional expression, but he responds. “i did tell you that.”

you blink at your partner. levi looks at you, and sighs.

“hange and i have this thing where if we want to remove ourselves from a work situation, we just say that erwin needs us.”

he looks at you, and your eyes are wide. the sight is quite humorous (and cute), and levi chuckles. “don’t worry too much. he’s in on the joke.”

you shake your head and chuckle to yourself. levi and you walk through a ton of people, until you stop in the middle of an empty hallway. however, it contained beautiful works of prehistoric art.

“figured you’d need a break from all this.” levi states, holding your hand. the action warms your heart, and you squeeze his hand in gratitude. and so, the two of you examine the art together, in a comforting silence.

a few minutes go by. “did i tell you how stunning you look tonight, madam?” levi suddenly says, turning towards you.

“i could say the same thing about you,” you state, stepping backwards as levi stepped closer. “but why the formality?”

your back hits the wall.

levi playfully rolls his eyes. “i was trying to be a gentleman. but it looks like that’s not your type.”

levi stops for a moment, suddenly leaning towards your face. you prepare yourself for a kiss, but in fact, levi aims to whisper in your ear.

“i know what your type is. you…like the bossy guy, right? the one who doesn’t hold himself back. the one who tells you what to do. and gee baby, you listen to him. you do whatever it is he asks of you. and if you do a good job, you love to hear the praise. am i…on the right track?”

you pant softly, not expecting levi to do such a thing. your partner pulls back from your ear, an innocent smile plastered on his face.

“no words, huh? guess i was right.” he states, his face only centimeters from yours. “thank goodness i’m actually a boss, don’t you think? i’m precisely your–”

you cut levi off, your lips passionately crashing onto his. the raven is briefly taken aback, but accepts your advances instantly. the two of you embraced each other with such a fear of letting go, and you were nearly one.

“i gotta show you,” levi pants, smothering you. “i gotta show you how thankful i am you agreed to come to this stupid thing…”

you hum against your partner’s lips, bodies naturally leaning towards each other. “you know i’d do anything for you.”

levi growls, hands exploring your body. “i want to this off of you, now.”

you start wiggling your shoulders so that the straps of your dress would fall, but levi pulls away. the man grabs your hand and takes you down the hall, your straps almost revealing your bare chest.

thankfully, no one was around, and levi opens the door to the women’s bathroom. he knocks briefly to make sure no one was in there. after hearing a prolonged silence, the man brings you in and locks the door behind you.

levi turns to you again, a lewd gaze in his eyes. “naughty baby,” he almost whines, placing his forehead against yours. “you were about to reveal yourself in the open, for anyone who passed by to see. you enjoy the thought of us doing dirty things in public, hmm?”

you blush, his words holding some truth.

“i’m rather ashamed to say,” he whispers, his lips hovering against yours. “my ego can’t handle such things. i’d get too jealous. you’re just too beautiful, you know, everyone would want you. but i want you all to myself…is that so wrong of me?”

you can only shake your head, too stunned to speak. levi’s words were able to explain how you felt about him.

there are moments in one’s life where they know when they’ve made the right choice. as the two of you begin to heavily make out again, you realize that there is no one else you would rather be with.

when you were younger, you had asked your mother how love felt. she could only pat your head, and say you would understand when you were older. in your past relationships, love never made sense to you. it was confusing, hurtful, lonely, and more.

but from the first instance you met levi, you fell for him. the idea of love, loving someone until it hurt, loving someone until your last dying breath, had finally made sense. levi had made the concept and action of loving so abundantly clear that you couldn’t bear to ever let him go.

you’re thinking about these things and more, until levi pulls his lips away from yours. you hadn’t even noticed you moved slightly, with your lower back against the sink counter.

levi surprises you, suddenly going on his knees. you can only blink, as he quickly lifts your dress. because of the high slit in the dress, levi is able to lift your dress and look up at you easily.

at the sight of your panties, levi coos. “so soaked for me already, baby? whatever shall i do?”

the raven tauntingly massages your thighs, causing you to whimper in response. levi chuckles, continuing to massage one thigh but using his free hand to rub your clit through your panties.

levi knew your body quite well. he placed the right amount of pressure on your aroused clit, and your inner walls clenched in response.

levi smirks, stopping momentarily to remove your panties. at the sight of your pretty pussy, levi moans. he doesn’t hesitate for a moment, putting his mouth on you.

you gasp, throwing your head back. as levi works his tongue on you, your hips slowly grind onto his face.

levi is loving the view. he’s a simple guy. he loves to make you cum, it’s wild how he gets off on it. the sounds you make, the neediness your body portrays, the small beads of sweat that come down your forehead, your mouth which makes a cute “o” shape when everything just feels too good…what’s enhancing the nature of his sexual encounter is that it’s out of the bedroom.

thinking about it made levi rock hard. as a result, levi devoured your folds with a new sense of rush, almost as if he was hungry. the man also gets brave enough to insert two fingers into your aching hole, a much needed relief.

as levi devours you with his tongue and fucks you with his fingers, you whine in response, closing your eyes to bear with the pleasure. levi pulls away to breathe, saying, “you gotta look at me, baby, can you do that for me? please?”

like an animal in its natural habitat, levi once again places his mouth onto your cunt. it just felt so right. you gaze down at him, aroused from the look in his eyes being completely filthy–but yearnful at the same time.

the pit in your stomach grows denser. “baby, i’m–” you gasp, a moan escaping your lips.

levi moans on your cunt, the vibrations adding another level of gratifying stimulation. the raven pulls away again, breathing, “cum on my mouth, baby, lemme taste all of you…”

you came merely seconds after levi spoke those words. breathless, your body twitches, and even more so when levi slows down the movements of his tongue and fingers. he does this as you ride out your high, tasting and swallowing all that you have to offer to him.

levi stands once he cleans you up, his lips landing on yours again. this time, the kiss is slow, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t powerful. at the same time, you could feel levi’s cock against your thigh, and the mere fact that you could feel how big it was aroused you once more.

“turn around for me, love.” levi commands, pecking your lips. you could only nod. as you turn around, you make sure to perk your ass right on levi’s crotch, and levi groans at the action. due to the mirror on front of you, you are able to stare at your boyfriend.

you continue, rubbing yourself on him up and down, massaging his cock in the best way. levi can only watch, mesmerized at the pleasure he was feeling from you.

he can wait no longer, stopping you for a moment. the raven unzips his pants and takes his cock out through the opening of his drawers. at the same time, you lifted your dress.

you are just too perfect, levi thinks. he leans down to give your lower back a kiss, a heartwarming thing to do. levi then smacks your ass, and you yelp in surprise.

“god, i’ll never have enough of you,” levi groans, slapping his fat cock onto your ass. the sensation is quite riveting, feeling how heavy it was and how it was already leaking with precum. you couldn’t help but back your hips into him, begging for his cock to be inside you.

“why so impatient, baby?” levi asks, staring back at you through the mirror. “if anything, i should be the impatient one. having to hold myself back as you wore that dress tonight, being so goddamn beautiful…”

you’re flattered, but your head hangs low, desperate for any sort of friction. levi smacks your ass again, and you whine.

levi bites his lip, grabbing his cock and lining it up at your entrance. levi rubs his head there for a few moments, being aroused by how your hole clenches for him.

without notice, levi pushes himself into you. as the raven burrows his cock deep into your cunt, your eyes roll in mere satisfaction. he gasps, and lets you cockwarm him for a moment, so that you can adjust to him properly.

he really had to hold himself back, because he was so tempted to rut into you like mad when your walls choked his cock. but he likes to think that he’s a little more sophisticated than that.

levi understands that it’s time for him to move when your hips push back against him. levi firmly places both hands on your hips, and begins to thrust.

you can’t help but moan when levi enters you again, loving the idea of being completely full of his cock. you also whine as he pulls out, hating the absence of his thick cock.

levi develops a steady pace, his breath hitching as your cunt pulsates around him. the sounds of your ass smacking against levi’s hips echo in the bathroom, almost letting the two of you experience the thrusts all over again.

your pussy is deliciously addictive, and levi strives to feel more of this. levi speeds up the pace just a little, rutting his hips into you. levi decides to look straight at you in the mirror, and you blink back at him, unable to say anything due to the pleasure.

levi leans forward and uses one of his free hands to release your breasts from the confines of your dress. it was so effortlessly easy since the straps were already down, and levi’s hips stuttered for a moment at the sight of your bouncing breasts. he grabs one of them as he continues to fuck you, his fingers grazing your nipple before cupping it with his hand and massaging it.

“that’s right, baby, take my fucking cock, take it…” levi moans, showing no mercy to your cunt. you mewl, clenching and moving back against him in pure ecstasy.

everything is going perfect, but a knock on the bathroom door disrupts the moment. you look back at levi, who brings a finger to his lips.

levi begins to fuck you again, in a slower pace for the sake of the doorbell. but levi’s cock manages to graze your sweet spot in nearly every movement he makes, making it impossible to muffle your moans.

“is anyone in there?”

the voice stuns you both, recognizing the source of the voice as carla. of course, you think, out of all people, she interrupts this moment.

you look at levi through the mirror. levi simply blinks at you, and you are unsure what to do.

levi had noticed the sort of attachment carla had on him. he wasn’t sure of his thoughts, but tonight had proven his theories. he had begun to to notice the effects it had on you too, and he hated seeing you frown when he told you he had to go to work because she called him in. the only good thing about being called in was that they were truly work related–but he would have preferred to stay home with you instead. but now, an opportunity had risen. it was time to show her who he really desired.

so, levi decides for you. he thrusts deeply into you, causing you to cry out in surprise. he quickly picks up the pace, making you swear and cry out loud.

“let her know who’s making you feel good.” levi grunts, grabbing your throat with the hand previously held your breasts.

after so many restless nights, you were able to get some sort of revenge on carla. whether she was into your boyfriend or not, she would know now that you are his, and he was yours.

“fuck, levi!” you cry out, choking as levi pounded into you.

levi’s cock twitches at the sight and sound of you, throwing his head back. “l-louder, b-be louder for me, please.” he stutters, the pace of his thrusts remaining the same.

“feels too good, levi, feels so fucking good,” you hiccup, staring at the two of you through the mirror.

levi stares right back at you. “does it, baby? fuck, y/n, you’re gonna make me cum,” levi exclaims, trying to match your loudness. “gonna be a good girl and take this load inside you, yeah?”

levi smacks your ass hard, and you squeal in satisfaction. “yes, levi, cum inside of me, please!” you call out, panting heavily at his point.

it doesn’t help that levi decides to remove his hand from your throat and furiously rub your clit instead. at this point, you can’t help it. you are being very vocal with how levi is making you feel, making sure to mention his name over and over again.

“fuck, i’m so close, baby,” levi cries, his eyes nearly prickling with tears. “can you cum on this cock for me, please?”

you nod, and the two of you fuck each other for the next few minutes. you don’t hesitate to let out when it feels good or not, after all, you’re putting on a show for ms. carla (who is listening with rage).

quite nasty, but it turns the both of you on.

your bodies freeze as the both of you cum so fucking hard, too stunned to move. the two of you pant, with both of your orgasms feeling like overstimulation–which felt so good, but the both of you were so sensitive at the same time.

after a few minutes, the two of you were able to compose yourselves. as you cleaned each other up, short kisses and pecks on each other’s lips were exchanged–because you two are just unable to stay away from each other for so long.

“we should probably go home, huh? i don’t think the gala will get better than this.” levi suggests, helping you put your dress back on.

“it’s for the best, i’m pretty sure there will be security guards once we open those doors.” you state, and levi playfully rolls his eyes.

“we didn’t do anything wrong, though. you’re telling me that lovemaking is wrong?”

you blush, and levi pecks you on the forehead. “let’s go.”

to your surprise, no one was out waiting outside the bathroom doors. and like a bunch of teenagers, you and levi leave the gala, escaping into the night.

a perfect way, you think, to end tonight.

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sinnabonka · 4 years ago

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15x19: So bad, that it’s actually good

Yesterday I had the experience of my life. I couldn’t watch the show (hi, everyone stuck in UTC+ shithole), but I couldn’t sleep either, so I ended up at 3 AM reading my people livestreaming it on Tumblr. This was one hell of a roller coaster, given the absurdity of the plot and the weakest writing in this season.

(I don’t mean the excellent and ironical and powerful message to the fandom, we’ll get there)

I was aware beforehand what I was getting, so no major disappointment regarding not seeing Cas back this week. Also, it kinda was my call, that he’ll be back in the final final.

The Ultimate Happy End, the biggest win of Dean Winchester. Chuck’s book ended, and Cas is not in Chuck’s book.

Was it bad? Yes, it was. Did I enjoy it? Hell yeah, I did.

Everyone on Tumblr already gave their two cents of hatred regarding the writing, the montage, the solemn aim of this episode (spoiler alert: to please the general audience and bronlies), and I will give mine, too. Watcha say?

It was so bad.

I didn’t believe it was the same show as the rest of Season 15. It was like rereading the fanfic my stupid 13 y.o. self wrote after like half a season and no skill or whatever. Full OOC, everyone. Learn what not to do.

I am so happy I didn’t watch ep 18 and 19 in one night. Could you imagine? That would be like getting kicked in the balls after a pretty good blowjob or something. Idk, but I can imagine.

It was lazy, it was just connecting two dots in the shortest way possible, although, leaving dozens of gaps! How, in the name of God, did they manage it?

Why Chuck could bring Lucifer back, but Jack didn’t pull Cas out of the empty before evaporating?

Why Sam has no fucks to give about Eileen?

How did Michael miss the whole thing of Jack gaining powers, don’t angels, like, have a nose for such things?

What battle is he talking about? It’s was a single stab!

It’s all just so easy, so short sighted. God is bad, let’s defeat God. Lucifer is bad, too, let him do bad, again. Michael is petty, and with Adam gone he’s back to his tropes being daddy’s boy, let him not being appreciated one more time and lets kill him off, too. I mean, my speculations on this ep were stronger.

Let’s make our characters retell the villain what was happening off screen. Let’s put some direct call backs to the previous episode, but make it feel like a grain of sand in the eye. Let’s give Dean a miracle, just for Miracle to be yanked away from his hands a moment later (parallels to Cas, anyone?).

Let’s pretend there’s no Eileen, there’s no Cas, let’s pretend they don’t matter! Let’s pretend “Just us” is a happy end. Let’s have two bros driving in sunset, because after all those years and all their losses, that’s the only thing that matters. “To everyone we’ve lost along the way”, my ass.

(Totally following my call in here, though, I hate being right)

It was everything I’ve hated about the show back in 2013 when I left. And it was everything this show is not now, which I am so thankful for, and why I am back.

All those sloppy plot decisions, episodes with no logic, awkward and ridiculous montage, “only bro” dynamics, bending and totally ignoring the rules of the universe. The episodes with Lucifer, too, for crying out loud.

Forced happiness, fake smiles, a lingering touch, close up at the beer bottles. It’s just them, the Winchesters, and the whole world can go fuck itself, as long as they get to drive their Impala to the end of the world and back.

This is something Chuck would love to be their ending. You see what I’m doing here? This episode - it’s Chuck’s book, it’s the bad ending Becky’s been talking about: all action and no Cas. In other words, not good.

So, what’s good about it then?

In this episode we hear “the old Supernatural” talking through the words of Chuck and “the new Supernatural” answering, with Dean’s and Sam’s help:

Chuck: “What did you do?”

Dean: “We won.”

Chuck: “So this is how it ends?”

We won. The Author (TM) is defeated.

Chuck: “For the fist time I have no idea what happens next. Is this where you kill me? Dying of hand of Sam and Dean Winchesters. It’s kinda glorious?”

Chuck - the old Supernatural - wants the story to end this way. With killing God, with this bittersweet aftertaste, because Cas says all those beautiful words, but Dean still feeds off his anger and kills. Typical Chuck, right?

But, no! Not this time!

Dean: “See, that’s not who I am. That’s not who we are.”

Chuck: “What kind of ending is this?”

Sam: “His power. You sure it won’t come back?”

Jack: “It’s not his power anymore.”

It’s not their call! Writers tried to control the narrative so hard, but just kept circling around, killing one of the brothers just to bring him back. This time, there’s another ending.

Dean: “It’s the ending where you grow old. You get sick. And you just die”

Sam: “And no one cares. And no one remembers you. You’re just forgotten.”

Because that, my people, is the destiny of Supernatural if it ends this way. It’s the ending of “Supernatural” by Chuck Shurley. If it is the story of two brothers hunting evil for fifteen years and finding themselves back in the place they begun in, what’s the point? Yes, we love the characters, but the story is empty.

Everyone is going to forget about it before the final credits end. And the writers are well aware of it.

Quoting myself, If we keep taking the same route - we end up in the same place. How many seasons ended with Winchesters together, just the two of them? You’ll find one, that’s for sure. There’s no novelty in that ending.

(And Bobo didn’t provoke The Ultimate Shitstorm of 11/5/2020 for nothing!)

The episode 20 will be something Supernatural will be well remembered by. It will be a game changer!

I’ve written here about the change of the philosophy of the show (point 6). I’ll be a bit of a Chuck myself and put my own quote here once again:

The message the show wants to give the world has changed. From “it’s all about the journey, about saving people, killing things, no one ever gets what they deserve”, the philosophy has changed drastically toward the “good things do happen, you deserve to be saved, to be loved”.

And this, my people, is what we are getting in the next episode. Because Chuck’s story was about killing your brother, killing your son, one apocalypse after another, Lucifer, Michael, all that shit.

But Dean’s and Sam’s is not. And in their book, there’s Cas, there’s Eileen, and everyone they didn’t lost along the way.

So, brothers driving in sunset? Not the end, but the beginning of their own story.

“Supernatural” indeed ended tonight. But our story didn’t.

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amazing-spiderling · 2 years ago

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top 5 asks: fics you've read recently, songs you've played on repeat lately, things you bought yourself on a whim, snacks , things that made you happy in the past few weeks, hopes for the new DD series, fic tropes

SO MANY ASKS AhhHHhh I'll do my best!

Top 5 Fics You've Read Recently:

I have to be honest, I do reread a lot of fic!

The Blinker System - MissMoochy (WIP) : Robot Matt! Robot Matt! Robot MAAAATTTTT!!!

Show Me Your Scars - pogopop : I've read this one a few times. It's got that delightful payoff from the emotional hurt that eventually shifts into acceptance and healing

You're On The List of Things I'll Never Leave Behind - yourbestkeptsecret: Ughhhh, yeah the blip would suck for those left behind but I don't hear a lot of people talking about the pain that comes from adjusting when people's loved ones return to a world they don't recognize. Top shelf feels

A Murder of Crows (A Seduction of Foes) - inkforhumanhands: okay maybe I'm biased bc this was a gift FOR MEEEE but it's also an absolutely baller fic and it has all of my favorite things including Murderdock and Foggy in college and CHRISTMAS and it's just GOOD ok

Bad Moon Rising - 94bottlesofsnapple : A werewolf story that jumps right into things and those things are very, very good. Love Matt's characteristic freak-out and Foggy's no-nonsense way of handling things. Probably going to read this again for spooky season.

Top Five Songs You've Played on Repeat Lately

(I don't know that I do endless loops of songs too often, but songs that have cropped up a lot in the last few weeks include)

Cameo Lover - Kimbra, Dream of You - Jazz Emu, Underneath it All - No Doubt, Skullcrusher Mountain - John Coltrane, Black Sheep - Metric

Top Five Things You Bought Yourself ON a Whim

I'm just gonna speak recently because I cannot remember a whole life's worth of impulse purchases. IDK if it's a pure whim, but a dress I wanted that had been sold out showed up on a used site so I snatched it up. One of my favorite musicians released an LP and I was half asleep in bed scrolling on my phone when I saw the announcement but I jumped out of bed to purchase it lol. Some spice packet to make Thai coconut curry soup. Some used copies of various Rock Band games for the X-Box 360. I've missed being able to go to karaoke and this gives me that little bit of fun back. A "Hero Lawyer" figure? Doll? Idk. 12 fancy offbrand marvel man.

Top Five Snacks

I eat a lot of nuts and seeds. Pumpkin seeds/Sunflower seeds and the like. Sometimes I make them into hummus but usually it's just a handful. I like those Snap Pea crisps in the light salt. I'm a little bit addicted to the garlic Bombay mix I pick up at the local Indian supermarket. Greek yogurt with granola or grapenuts cereal. My favorite movie snack is those terrible nachos. XD

Top Five Things that Made You Happy In The Past Few Weeks

Taking my dogs out to the park now that the weather is cool enough to do so. Being giddy with fandom friends over She-Hulk and Werewolf By Night. Getting to use my Halloween sprinkles to make festive baked goods and take them to a small outdoor tea party. Eating half a baguette with nice butter at a cafe. Beating Rock Band 3 on my own and watching all the avatars I made of my blorbos achieve rock and roll stardom in the FMVs.

Top Five Fic Tropes

Hurt/Comfort, Long distance start (penpals, voice or text only etc), Monsters (vampires, werewolves whatever), Mutual Pining, Character Insecurity

Top Five Hopes For the New DD Season

Kirsten McDuffie! Let's bring in more characters from the comics! Some more wtf villains like (but not limited to) Stilt-Man. I mean, Jessica Jones gave us a version of the Whizzer, I feel like there's room for exploration. More of Matt and Foggy's actual friendship so that if/when things get rough for them, it hurts more. >:) A reference to the events of NWH so we have a little understanding of just what Matt remembers from his involvement so we can throw the fanfic authors a bone. SAMMMMMMYYYY!!!!!

#thanks for the ask #haha all of them

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kusagrasskusa · 4 years ago

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Michael Myers X Short! Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

I wrote this story on Wattpad (@Red_scarfed_person) and decided to post it here lol. If you saw this on Wattpad and don't believe me, you can go to my page on Wattpad and see that in my Messages, I talk about having a Tumblr account and left my Tumblr username there :)

And rereading my old story scared me. If you're here expecting a violent, fearful story, please don't read this. This is full of the sarcasm someone who lacks sleep can muster.

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Ah yes. Y/N's favorite part of the day. Trying to cook. Was that sarcasm? Partially.

Y/N loved cooking; it was so satisfying to see people enjoy her food. But the part she hated was trying to reach the goDDAMN bowls and ingredients from the cabinets. Why did the construction workers have to put them 17 light years high?

Of course, it wasn't the construction workers' fault. It's just that Y/N is the size of a fifth grader. 4'6" tall. What makes it harder to live being so short? Living with someone who's 6'7."

You see, a while ago, there was a certain incident...

A tall male in a white mask and blue jumpsuit, brown hair and blue eyes, found himself in the home of another. He silently panted in his mask, in pain even if he wouldn't show it. Rolling up his sleeves and pulling up the bottom of his shirt, Michael started checking for severe wounds.

"Damn, you're hot..." Some short woman mumbled, turning on the kitchen light. Michael perked up, pulling his shirt back down and reaching for his knife.

"Oh, damn, wrong time to speak up? Sorry," Y/N said, not even knowing if she was being sarcastic in that sentence or not. Mainly since author-san doesn't know if their being sarcastic or not. Anyway--

Michael started walking towards her with the knife, not running since we all know that Michael can walk and still win Olympic runs. Y/N just grabbed a candy bar in her cabinet, opening it and taking a bit.

Michael was confused as hell. As a result, he stopped walking and lowered the knife. "So, you're not gonna kill me? That sucks since my dept is unbelievably high." Michael blinked quickly in confusion, thinking, then it might not be too high with short you are.

Y/N sighed, then gasped. "Oh wait! You're that boogeyman guy who everyone is scared of!" Y/N said with a small smile. She wasn't sadistic or anything, but she was sorta excited to see him.

Michael just stood there, not even knowing how to react for the first time in his life. Y/N then sighed again, throwing away the wrapper to the candy bar and shrugging. "If you decide to kill me later, stab my neck. It's very sensitive. Oh and my room is down the hall, to the left. And my couch is comfortable if you wanna sleep there."

And with those last words, Y/N walked to her room, closing the door behind her and getting it bed. Leaving a confused serial killer.

The next morning, Y/N yawned as she walked out of her bedroom and to the kitchen. Her kitchen and living room was one large room, the kitchen set to the right near the front door, and the living room on the other side of the room.

Between them is a hallway that leads to a bedroom and bathroom. It was a two story house. The top two floors had an office room, another bathroom, and a storage room.

Anyway, Y/N rubbed sleep from her eyes as she walked over to the stove and grabbing a pan. She also pulled out milk, pepper, salt and eggs and set them ok the counter. But now she needed a bowl to even put those in.

Michael heard noise from the kitchen which resulted in him waking up. He slowly sat up on the couch, turning to face Y/N. He got up and walked towards her.

"Why is this so high up," Y/N mumbled to herself as she tried to reach a bowl from a cabinet. She couldn't even reach the handle on the cabinet. Growling in frustration, Y/N gave into defeat.

But then comes Michael opening the cabinet for her, making her help and turn around. "W-Who the hell are you!" Y/N shrieked, blushing a bit. I mean, here she is, a tiny gal blocked in the corner of the kitchen by a tall, mascular guy.

Memories came flooding back and Y/N remembered who he was. "Ooooh, so you're that boogeyman guy? I remember now...wait... I let a damn serial killer into my house!?" Y/N shrieked again as Michael set down the bowl, turning on the stove.

As Y/N went through her epiphany, Michael actually started to cook. It wasn't until he was done did Y/N snap out of it. He set out two plates and cups, putting the scrambled eggs on them and filling the cups with F/D.

"W-Wait...so you aren't going to kill me? You're really gonna..." Y/N mumbled as Michael grabbed a nearby receipt and pen. He wrote down something, making Y/N shush and lean over at what he's writing.

"My name is Michael. I'm not planning on hurting you anytime soon. What is your name?" it read. Y/N was confused as hell now. Why would he spare her? What is so special about her? I should just be grateful, Y/N thought.

"I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N..." Y/N said, looking up at Michael. She blushed a bit, making eye contact. Michael grabbed a plate and cup and handed it to her, then grabbed his own and sat down at the small diner table. Well, way to go from one thing to another, Y/N thought as she sat down next to him.

As much as it confused her, Y/N still wasn't sure how she was still alive. But she was grateful she was, anyway. She always the tall male attractive, but never had feelings for him until recently.

Even if he'd refuse to get things for her that were high up, give her looks that just screamed out about her being short, and wrote down short on sticky notes and put them everywhere, she fell for him. What a lovely crush.

"Why the hell are the damn cabinets 17 light years high," Y/N growled as she climbed on the counter. Just as she was about to grab a bowl, she yelped when large arms wrapped around her an pulled her down carefully.

"Michael! Hey, let go!" Y/N yelled, trying to be serious despite how much she wanted to smile and laugh. Michael shook his head, hugging her tighter.

Despite how badly be wanted to tease her about her height, he kept quiet of course. He didn't just want a hug, either, he wanted to pull her down so she'd have to struggle to get back on the counter again. As said before, what a lovely crush.

Michael eventually pulled away, taking a couple steps back. Y/N looked over at him with a sour-sweet look, blushing a bit. She crossed her arms, "so, was that all you wanted?" Yeah, is that all you wanted, baka? ≧n≦

Michael shook his head, pointing to the bathroom. Y/N raised a brow. "What?" She asked, thinking for a moment. "You need a towel or something?" Michael then nodded.

Y/N smiled a bit, nodding. She walked to her room, Michael following until they reached the door. Grabbing a towel, Y/N walked back over to him and handed it. "It might be a bit small for a giant such as yourself, but here."

Michael nodded, then walked towards the bathroom and went inside. Y/N smiled a bit, thinking to herself about what he'd look like once he got out. It made her cheeks heat up and her heart beat a bit faster.

And about 15 minutes later, Y/N was back in the living room, watching TV. "C'mon, Saitama, beat the hell outta them..." Y/N mumbled under her breath, watching an intense fighting scene.

Y/N perked when she heard the bathroom door open and looked over. Long story short about that was happening in her mind: bad idea.

"MMMM-" Y/N screamed muffledly, having covered her mouth with a pillow that moment. Her face was red, blushing hard from the sight. The towel covered just enough on Michael to where nothing was shown, but he was h o t. Even the scars on him weren't seen as disturbing or anything.

Michael cocked his head, holding his clothes in his hands. He ignored Y/N's reaction to seeing him, since he only cared about his jumpsuit being cleaned. Of course he would act like that--

Y/N, already knowing what Michael wanted, slowly stood up and walked over. She was figitting, clearly still flustered as she grabbed his clothes. "I-I'll just, uh, go wash these..." She mumbled as she walked passed him quickly, to the washing machine and dryer.

Michael blinked a couple times, thinking about the hell he's supposed to where for the time being. Just the towel?

About five minutes passed, Michael was still waiting next to the bathroom for Y/N to come back. He just wanted something to c h a n g e i n t o.

Alas, the moment finally came. Y/N walked back out after almost crying to herself in the laundry room. Typing this out now made me realize I'm making it sound like Y/N was-- well, if you know, you know. But no, that wasn't happening. Our child, Y/N, was just flustered, ok? Yes, our child. I care about you so much reader and I love your OC even though idfk what they look like. They're a beautiful specimen. :):):):):):) Anyway, back to the story.

"H-Hey," Y/N stuttered as she walked out, waving as Michael. Michael, who kept his mask on by the way, just rolled his eyes from inside the mask, handing her a piece of paper. It said that he needed a change of clothes, to which Y/N just chuckled about. "I-I mean...Do you reallllyyy? Can't you just stick with that? You don't look too bad in it, heh heh."

Michael have her a dull look from under his mask, making Y/N sigh. "Fine, whatever. But let's be honest, I'm not gonna have anything that fits you. You should just stick with that," she said, shrugging and pretending to calm about seeing him like that. She was clearly in a flirty mood, which she sometimes gets like when she wants to annoy Michael.

He likes to out sticky notes everywhere with the word short on it, pull her off counters so she has a harder time getting stuff from cabinets, and put his hand above her head as if he was saying, "You're not tall enough to do ____." So it's only normal she would flirt to get him back. But mayyybe acting like that isn't a good decision on her part.

Michael sighed silently, grabbing Y/N"s wrist softly. "Wha--" Y/N cut herself off when Michael pulled her close, leaning down to get his face close to her's. Then, for the very first time in years, Michael spoke.

"Whatever makes you happier~" Michael whispered in her ear; his voice was low and husky. Y/N turned red immediately, incapable of even coming up with a response. Hold on- a tall, mysterious guy with a good figure pulled me close and now can speak, in a hot goddamn voice at that, Y/N thought.

Michael caressed her cheek, pulling away. Y/N had her mouth slightly parted, her eyes widened. "Yo...You can..." Y/N stuttered, not even able to come up with a sentence. So instead, she just nodded slowly, slowly walking into her room and gesturing for him to follow. Michael smiled proudly under his mask, following her.

Yes, what he did was small but Y/N was the kind of person to be a bit extra about these things. Of course it affected her. Anyway, about five minutes later, Y/N couldn't find anything for him to wear other than a large hoodie and very oversized sweatpants she got from a Plot Convenience Sale, which was kinda tight for him. But at least she had a use for the sweatpants, since that was kinda just in her closet.

Y/N took a deep breath once Michael was done changing, coming out of her room. Of course, she left the room when he got changed so don't think dirty, precious readers. Y/N looked over, smiling a bit with heated cheeks at Michael. The small moment from earlier was still bothering her.

"Does it fit?" she asked, raising a brow. Michael nodded, putting his hands in the hoodie pockets. "That's good," Y/N mumbled, staring at the ground awkwardly. A couple moments of silence later, Michael smiled from under his mask, taking it off while Y/N was too busy being lost in a daydream to notice.

"Thank you," Michael whispered as her kissed her forehead, making Y/N flinch. Because Michael appears to be as fast as light, he was already putting his mask on by the time Y/N looked up. Her face was red again, but even worse than before.

"M-Michael, did you just--" Michael was already walking away, brushing her off. "Hey, listen to me!" Y/N yelled as she caught up to him. Like hell that was going to be a one time thing, Y/N thought. I'm going to see his face eventually, she promised herself.

#slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers #old story #horror movies #short reader #reader insert #x reader

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princesssarcastia · 3 years ago

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2021 Harry Potter Fanfic Primer

im here to point fingers at the incredible authors that have enabled my new interest in HP content. im still conflicted and upset about it, tbh, but for now we’re leaning into the curve. we’re getting out our shovel and finding out just how deep we can make the hole we’re in. hand in unlovable hand my beloved <3. anyway, these fics are wonderful, their authors are wonderful, and you should go read their stuff. if there’s a star next to it that means im losing my mind over it and always will be.

Creatively Maladjusted, by elumish on AO3, 101k (they also have a wonderful writing advice blog on tumblr, @elumish, which I recommend following if you are a writer)

A very excellent re-telling of harry’s first year at hogwarts if he were sorted into Slytherin, plus some more not!fic or piecemeal re-tellings of his second and part of his third year. Harry, in this, has a slightly different trauma response to growing up with the Dursley’s. He’s a bit quieter, and the signs are a bit more obvious to the people around him, and I enjoyed that immensely.

Honestly, if you’re going to get sucked into something you have absolutely no business getting sucked into, elumish is the way to go, their fic is incredible. their teen wolf fic is also immaculate, if you’re so inclined.

Dissonance, by ImpishTubist on AO3, 2.5k (@impishtubist on tumblr)

Set during fifth year. Oblivious!Harry has always been a delightful trope when well executed, and this is well executed. Plus, some angst between Remus and Harry over what Umbridge has been doing to him.

I would certainly recommend a lot of ImpishTubist’s other hp work on AO3, like Lacuna.

blow us all away, by rexcorvidae on AO3, 23k (@rexcorvidae on tumblr)

In progress (like, updated last week in progress). Currently in the beginning of Harry’s first year. Fem!Harry, Indian!Harry. Hagrid puts Harry in touch with Remus when she has questions about her parents, and they become reluctant, traumatized, angst-ridden pen pals who keep missing each other’s true intentions like ships in the night. hot DAMN do I love this fic. there’s hints of the way the dursley’s treat Harry peaking through in her letters, and I appreciated the attention to “hmm, her experience as a girl of indian descent in britain under the thumb of a bunch of white people who like being Normal may not have been gucci”

Definitely comb through the rest of their HP fic, too, I may or may not have gone feral over it.

Where the Heart is, by silver_fish on AO3, 15k (@kohakhearts on tumblr)

Woof. This one said, “hey, harry was probably SUPER depressed in the summer after fifth year. like, clinically. maybe someone should do something about that.” Fuck yeah. Then this one said, “that someone was Snape.” You all know my opinions on Snape; generally, Bad. But damn if this fic didn’t wholly convince me by the end of it. I thought it was a very realistic way for Snape to start seeing Harry as a person all on his own, and not a proxy for Snape’s angst over James and Lily, respectively. The angst is wonderful, the ending is even more so.

*bernie sanders voice* I am once again asking you to read through the rest of the author’s HP fic. a lot of them have similar themes; there’s actually a great one with Molly that i’m not reccing here, Wonder.

☆Bindings, Bindings, by Quietlemonhush on AO3, 60k (@quietlemonhush on tumblr)

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW MUCH I ENJOYED/AM ENJOYING THIS. If I had to pick a single fic and say “you, it’s your fault I’m stuck here,” it would be this one. Anyway Lily in the afterlife is So Very Angry about how Petunia is treating Harry, and how Sirius is rotting in Azkaban, and how Remus is alone, that she literally brings herself back to life and drags James and Regulus with her. All three of them are there to chew bubblegum and fix everything that went wrong after they died—and would you look at that, they’re all out of bubblegum! There’s only Fury left. That inciting premise is very crack, but every moment after that is very much not crack. Lily and James love harry more than anything, the way a child should be loved; James and Sirius have the epic friendship of a lifetime; Sirius and Remus have staggering amounts of resolved sexual tension and take turns keeping each other in check; Regulus, though he realized that Voldemort and his family were shit before he died, is still unlearning all his racist bullshit and, also, years of trauma. Actually, they’re all traumatized, but hey: now they have one another again and not a damn one of them seems inclined to let go anytime soon. Quietlemonhush went, “hey, HP has a lot of Awful people in it, and a lot of Righteous people in it, and many of them are Very, Very Powerful; also, love is the most powerful force in the universe” and i said “hell yes tell me more right now.” And then they did!

Quietlemonhush writes Sirius/Remus in a way that makes it sooo much fun to devour, so the rest of their HP fic is most certainly worth a look, if that’s your thing.

Rebuilding, by Colubrina on AO3, 113k (@colubrina on tumblr)

Hermione/Draco (*shrug emojis into the abyss* yeah, yeah, like none of us have ever been there before). Takes place during Hogwarts 8th year, and while the beginning is, IMO, a little unfair to Ron, it gets much better. Tells the story of Hermione and Draco clearing the air, learning to like each other, having some hormones over each other, and then falling in love. Also tells the story of Hermione and Theo Nott becoming friends; the story of how every single 7th and 8th year student is fucked to hell by the war and the Carrows; the story of how they start an emotional support group about it and all become friends; and the story of, what the hell do you do with yourself after that kind of trauma?

I’ve been dipping in and out of Colubrina’s HP since before I was even on tumblr; I actually found them in those dark yesteryears when the only fandom interactions I had were on fanfiction.net. Of such fame as Green Girl, which is an HP fic staple, and has also written a lot of wackier, crackier, and darker things than that. If you don’t take yourself too seriously, I highly recommend many of their big HP works, though I imagine it’ll press some people’s buttons. Colubrina’s work really does take up a corner of my mind whenever I’m in an HP mood, and will take up yours if you let it.

☆ all waiting is long, by shuofthewind on AO3, 149k ( @shu-of-the-wind on tumblr)

This is so well written that I can’t stop thinking about it. It is occupying my mind when I lie awake at night, you know? It’s one of those. Hermione messes with something she probably shouldn’t have in Grimmauld Place, so when Sirius is sent through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries, she gets thrust into an alternate universe...in 1975. Instead of handwaving it away, shuofthewind actually gets into the mechanics of it in a way that makes sense, to emphasize that hermione is never going home. ever. The world she finds herself is shifted slightly to the left, quite a bit darker, but in a “the author is treating the idea of a society-wide conflict over blood purity much more seriously than JKR ever did” way, not a sensationalist way. Now, Hermione has to grapple with all her grief at losing everyone she’s ever loved or known, the moral/ethical/magical implications of sharing what she knows about her future in an alternate world, and, you know, a goddamn war with people who want to murder her for being who she is. This Hermione is smart, and she’s kind, and she’s powerful, and she’s making real friends. If you hate JKR’s guts I’d go read this right now, because it delivers in all the ways she failed us. It’s plotty, its got great world-building, and it pulls back the white curtain on the wizarding world to show you that, like real life, it’s multicultural and full of queer people...and the discrimination that comes with both.

shuofthewind write epics, mainly for the MCU, and I’ve read some of them a looooong time ago, so this fic kinda seemed out of left field for me but im SOOOO GLAD it exists. If you want MCU fic you can sink your teeth into, go for it, but alas, they do not have any more HP fic (.......yet?)

Speak Now [+] Listen Now, by mrsfrizzle on AO3, 33k altogether

Harry reaches out to Remus for support because Umbridge is getting to him with her literal torture. Remus, being a former professor, former mandatory reporter, person who loves Harry and has since he was born, and all around good man, tells Harry he has to tell someone, or Remus will. It’s everything any adult looking back on that time in HP canon ever wanted, which is for an actual adult to say “what the fuck, those are literal chidlren” and then do something about it. Then, a far more dangerous task: Harry trusts Remus enough to go to him about the Dursleys. Harry and Remus’ relationship develops SO WELL, and there’s a bit of exploration about how Sirius may not exactly be guardian material, because he did in fact spend 12 years of his life getting tortured instead of growing up. I think I’m actually going to go reread this right now, because it speaks to my id.

they do have some other HP fic which did not appeal to my hyperspecific wants, but may appeal to some of yours. I think they’re also a published author, there should be a link on their profile page.

chase the stars, by Duskglass on AO3, 101k (@felix-duskglass on tumblr)

When Harry is five years old, a picture of him ends up in the Daily Prophet, and Sirius Black, Terror of Ministry Officials Touring Azkaban everywhere, gets a hold of that issue. He then, in order: breaks out of Azkaban; crosses the countryside to Surrey; Finds Harry: Kidnaps Harry; Breaks Into Remus’ Apartment; starts processing (or maybe just acknowledging) his trauma from Azkaban, the war, and his childhood; and pines after Remus. It’s a little plotty, and deals a lot (sometimes through flashbacks) with the specific awful things that happened to Sirius—largely because, after years in the constant presence of Dementors, those are nearly literally the only memories he has left. It’s a wonder he’s got the strength to love Harry and Remus at all. But then, maybe it isn’t.

This is a Very Serious Fic, but the rest of Duskglass’s HP work is actually just cracky enough to tickle your funny-bone, while still making you think “okay but why couldn’t we have done that in the first place.”

So! That’s it for recs, for now. These are all things I’ve found and read in the last month; if any of y’all are interested in my old HP recs, let me know and I can make a post for that, too. While I’m still very conflicted about my choice of current fandom, I am not in ANY way conflicted about my taste in fic and authors. Send these guys some love, read their fic if you’re so inclined, and leave some nice comments at the end of it.

#harry potter #hp #fic recs #hp fic #to the authors: if for some reason you don't want to be on this list #let me know and i'll be happy to take your part down #tho i'm hoping you're fine with it because i want other people to read this stuff #and then cry about it with me #harry potter fic #harry potter fic recs

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interact-if · 3 years ago

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Umm hi 👉👈 I realized that most of the asks you guys get are about games and rec lists. You guys deserve so much recognition for the work you put in this blog, so I wanted to ask if I can do a little get-to-know-the-mods thing? If that's okay!

1. Besides writing, what are your hobbies?

2. Do you have a niche interest right now?

3. Any fave songs/artists/bands?

4. Any fave movies/tv shows?

5. On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you survive in your wip's world?

You can totally ignore this if you guys want, no pressure. Anyway, much love to all the interact-if mods! You guys are incredible! ❤

We saw this ask and we went 👀 👀 👀 so we’re happy to answer! Thank you so much for the fun ask!

We also rated our survivability in all of our collective games, since Mars isn't an author! Fun stuff! Spoilers, though: it’s really not looking so great for me (Dani) but that’s fine!!! 😌

1. I’m a photographer as well as a graphic artist (but not like. A painter/drawer kind of artist!) and, on a general level, a maker and a tinkerer!

2. Fountain pens! I only write with ink, and only with fountain pens, and I use bottled inks/converters!

3. I’m pretty eclectic with music, but my top genres are alt rock, indie, indie pop, etc, as well as top 40s and some rap.

4. I feel like this is the hardest one for me to answer? Favorite movies/shows? Avatar: the Last Airbender has been a favorite show of mine since I was a little kid, but I have a harder time thinking of shows I would call a favorite in recent years. There are shows I’ve liked, and a lot of shows I’ve watched. But I’m picky! And demanding! It takes a lot to earn a place in Dani’s Trophy Case of Favorites. 😌 I would say I quite liked A Quite Place (movie), and I liked Us (movie). When it comes to TV shows, I have a hard time being pleased with them if they don’t end well. As a result, I have a penchant for a good limited series/miniseries (because they’re stories that have an end in mind and the plot reflects that, dagnabbit).

5. Heh. Okay.

In The Goodfellows? I think I stand I chance. I can exercise my sparkling wit and lovable personality to the best effect. I’m gonna give myself an 8/10 survivability rating. Even if I don’t have the right skills, I can go crying to the person who does and they’ll save me. Maybe.

In Creatures’ Cradle? I’m super $**!%d. 😌 1/10 survivability rating. And that 1 is me being nice to myself. The day the apocalypse breaks out I would probably be patient 0. I am self-aware. I would not do well in an apocalypse. Zombies care not for aforementioned sparkling wit and lovable personality, and I have all the muscle of a boiled spaghetti noodle. So it’s a no go.

Greater Than Gods (Cruz): Well. I’m going to be optimistic. And say that I have the wisdom not to do things I shouldn’t do and not to rock boats I shouldn’t rock. I’m going to give myself a 7/10 based on insider information, but also based on reckless optimism!

Vardir (Cruz): Cruz says this is a lighthearted game, so 10/10 LOL.

When it Hungers (Roast): I’m giving myself a nice, mediocre 5/10. I think I could put my mind to work here; I joke that I’m the village idiot, but I’m actually pretty smart! Unfortunately, I’m also curious, and maybe a little bad with authorities who won’t answer my questions. So I knocked off a lot of points due to the fact that I’d probably poke the metaphorical bear. So it’s a real coin flip as to whether I’d really make it or not.

Orthall Bay (Nines): Considering the genre is “horror” and the game intro includes the words “monster” and “maim,” I’m giving myself a whooping, enthusiastic 3/10. Yes, folks, I am that confident in myself! Once again, I can’t charm the socks off a monster (or can I?), so one of my greatest weapons is snatched from beneath my feet. Alas!

1. Beloved I’m a college student in the middle of a pandemic... i can hardly even write LOL i do draw at times which u can see in my personal blog (nothing too good really) and i used to do karate before things went to shit <3

2. Nothing niche I believe? All I do is leave Netflix as bg noise every day n play popular videgames (genshin)

3. Porter Robinson <3 I love Bea Miller a lot as well but lately I’ve been feeling Porter a lot

4. The Good Place <3

5. My WIPs:

Greater than Gods: Highly situational, the world GtG is set in is as broad as the real world LOL so I don’t have an universal answer. But keeping it vague, and knowing my own personality, I feel like 5/10. depends on my luck.

Vardir: 10/10 no one dies in Vikgade, unless you’re a hunter but I wouldn’t be a hunter <3

Others’ WIPs

I'm gonna give myself a solid 5/10 in all other WIPs because y'all aren't writing lighthearted stories either. I feel like as long as I avoid the role of the MC I will be mostly fine. I hope. But as Dani said I'm also prone to fight the wrong person and dig my own grave so 😌

1. Well, writing is a very, very, very, distant hobby since Words Hard, but I like to crochet and sculpt a little! Anything to do with fiddling with my hands and I’m good to go. And like, debatable but graphic design is my passion [insert clown emoji here since Tumblr said No]

2. Oh yeah a bunch! DnD yelling at people, thinking of arson, crocheting, rock climbing and simply vibing. I got into podcasts a few years ago and I’m always looking for more recs, so if you have some, hmu 😤

3. Pls,,,,my music taste is,,,so weird do not let me expose myself with lack of consistency but uhh. Current songs that are stuck in my head include; Cult of Dionysus , Achilles Come Down and The Last Shanty

4. If you’ve ever spoken to me before, I probably yelled about Pacific Rim to you or at you. Plus I love all The Mummy films and really enjoyed Castlevania (s3 excluded, we do not perceive that) as well!

5. Ah, mod survival simulator pt. 3

Alright, let’s go! I don’t have a WIP because again, words hard, but like, considering how feral I am when not tryna seem professional hm...

The Goodfellows: I wanna say a solid 7/10 because I’d hardcore vibe with the Traveler and probably instigate so much nonsense. I can also bribe with blueberry cake so maybe.

Creature’s Cradle: maybe a 4/10 and only because of pure spite keeping me alive long enough to smack someone. I’ve prepared for hypothetical zombie apolcapyses and I won’t hesitate to bap, but will be bapped back because I’m weak as hell.

Greater Than Gods: a toss up between 2/10 and 7/10! I can vibe and be chill but I also have terrible impulse control so...

Vardir: hm....I think pretty good survival rates all around? If you ask me to fight then like, okay sure, your knees are mine. So maybe a 8/10?

When it Hungers: .......8/10 just because I’d refuse to die if I can be a cool creature. Living for the aesthetic can and will drag me outta hell. But I’m also clumsy as hell so I’d probably crash as a porcelain or hold a rooster and perish (aka, real rating is a good 3/10)

Orthall Bay: 2/10, nope. Nope I’d be taken out in a heartbeat. Monsters can go pspsps and I’d head straight into the dark creepy forest like a fool if someone comes @ me. Half the time I’ll just assume it’s sfx makeup and vibe until it’s too late.

god, never put me in a universe where I cannot squawk like a bird and throw pebbles from a window. Oof

Anon, you're so sweet! I give you a forehead smoomch <333 As for your questions...

1. If I'm not writing, I'm usually watching video essays on Youtube. My go-to channels as of right now is Disrupt and Aperture! I just really like their videos. Aside from that, I recently got into podcasts. Currently going through Hello From The Hallowoods and Shelter and Warning, which are made by queer creators!

2. Oh oof, there's quite a bit so I'm just gonna put down one thing. For some reason, I really got into collecting tiny astronaut things? I recently bought this astronaut desk light, and I've got a package coming in for the miniatures I ordered. No purpose for them other than I think they're neat <3

3. I'm a bit private with my music taste (even tho I have Spotify connected on Discord lmao), but there's 5 songs that I'm currently obsessed with. I keep replaying them over and over again. Just squeezing all the serotonin I could get outta them.

4. I can't really say I have a fave TV show or movie because I can't really just pick one, but my current fave is 9-1-1 and Resident Alien. 9-1-1 because I just really love the found-family dynamics and how the show tackles sensitive topics, and Resident Alien because it's lighthearted comedy. My all-time fave movie is Flipped! I have the book too and I like rereading from time to time <3

5. You're in for a doozy, anon, because we're rating each other's games <333

The Goodfellows: 7/10

Listen. Shenanigans with the Traveler. I would get up to so many of them and that is what'll get me possibly bodied, not the actual environment itself <3

Greater than Gods: 7/10

I like to think I have enough common sense to uhhh not recklessly flip stones that should not be flipped <3 I'm a cautious and skeptic person irl so I think I'll hold up well? Then again, it's a vast environment change and while I can adapt pretty quick, I wouldn't like the lack of control in the unknown.

Vardir: 10/10

Going off what Cruz said, Vardir is lighthearted and focused on personal growth so I think I'll be okay! Self-growth here I come, babey!

Creatures' Cradle: 8/10

Maybe I'm overestimating myself, but I think I'll be able to survive in a supernatural post-apocalyptic world! Ah, but it depends on the motivation though. I like the idea of rebuilding communities and eventually societies, but the survival turmoil would be a constant battle I'd have to overcome. If we're talking survival itself though, I think I'll do well.

When it Hungers: 8/10

That's probably my wishful thinking but I think I'll be fine. Maybe. Possibly. Don't like the idea of being regulated by an organization so if I was a non-human creature that could pose a problem but I can roll with it <3

Orthall Bay: 6/10

Assuming I'm not playing as MC, my chances of survival uhhh changes quite drastically. Not enough to guarantee an untimely demise, but certainly enough that it would constantly keep me on my toes. I think that's the safest answer I can get without spoiling anything lmao

Thank you so much for asking! It's super sweet of you <3

1. Too many :'D I knit, I sew, I do carpentry (well, learning), I bake, I'm hammering away at HTML and CSS, my job kind of encourages learning new things and I take that to picking up new hobbies!

2. My time is kind of consumed with school work and work work and WIP work so not a lot of time to pursue niche interests right now. I've been watching a lot of horror game playthroughs, true crime youtubers, and an adorable show on Netflix called the Repair Shop <3

3. My taste in music is "what am I vibing with atm?" I've been listening to a lot of 80's music atm (don't @ me), but also Lo Fang and Kaleo, and whatever spotify recommends me on my discover weekly which is usually complete chaos.

4. I love the Mummy even though it hasn't aged 100% well (I'm a librarian, of course it's one of my gotos LOL), Legally Blonde, Leverage, Jumanji (the original), I'm....very bad at having recent tastes... and very bad at remembering my favorites when asked.

The Goodfellows: I'm a creature of comfort, 5/10 if I can just luxuriate in town and not actually interact with the story sfjkdbsdkf

Creature’s Cradle: I'd like to think I have a 50/50 shot XD 5/10, I want to think I'd be decent at a zombie apocalypse but ultimately would suffer an early fate.

Greater Than Gods: 10/10 if I'm just vibing, less so if I'm involved in the actual story XD

Vardir: I'd still suffer without technology but I can also knit for a living in this world so I'm down 8/10

When it Hungers: I feel like I could vibe here, there's tech if dated, hot showers, telephones are around by now... might still get bored. 7/10 though it'd be cool to be another creature....I should make a 'what creature of snv are you' quiz!

Orthall Bay: 7/10 idk I feel like after the first monster of the week I'd just skip town XDDDD I'm the worst protagonist, I see danger I just leave.

#mod talk #long post #interact if: asks

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