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hanasnx · 2 years ago

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❝ just bad, bad decisions. ❞

── fratboy!anakin skywalker x padmé amidala

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 3.5k SUMMARY: having officially broken it off because of anakin’s stupid mistake, anakin and padmé have not seen each other since. when they lock eyes during a football game they both attend, they find their way back to each other during the game. and set aside their differences to reconnect under the bleachers. NOTES: use caution when proceeding! you are at risk for spoilers for @justadmiringanakin‘s fall for me for chapter 12: fool me once under the cut in the summary and contents of this one shot. | directly following the events of chapter 12: fool me once of fall for me by the talented @justadmiringanakin; it contains spoilers for all chapters up to chapter 12 | ava did give me permission to post this, please do not report, and please read the original material. | i need to specify, this is fanfiction for ava’s fanfiction. and is not canon to her storyline whatsoever. it is a self indulgent piece inspired by her storyline and characters. WARNINGS: explicit sex | anakin being persistent & crude | very slight angst | no explicit ask for consent | using each other | vaginal fingering | slight voyeurism/exhibitionism | penetration | anakin being nice at first until he knows he’s got her and using degrading dirty talk | sadistic anakin | anakin in denial | taking the lords name in vain | size difference | break up fantasy | break up sex | little bit o hate sex | ass slap| anakin’s toxic.

“Padmé?” Far away, PADMÉ AMIDALA eyes linger where ANAKIN SKYWALKER's empty seat resides. “Padmé…?” A comforting hand on her shoulder snaps her out of her trance and she hums in acknowledgement at the source.

“I’m sorry. Were you trying to say something to me?” she asks, furrowing her brows from the nerves deeply rooted in her stomach, set at unease.

“I was just asking if you could grab us some snacks. Cordé wants a soft pretzel to share with Logan and I want the same.” Dormé requests, inclining to meet Padmé’s eyes as if she needs to demand her attention during such a distracting football game.

Distressfully, Padmé glances at the unoccupied seat, worried she’d somehow run into Anakin during her trip. She couldn’t handle a close range encounter with him right now. Especially not after how she’s been feeling with the sudden loss of someone to warm her bed late at night.

Dormé holds up a couple bucks. “Please? I don’t wanna miss any plays, and I know you don’t really care about this sort of thing.”

Padmé couldn't argue with that and blew air out of her mouth to redirect a stray lock of hair out of her face. “Yeah,” Mustering a brave smile, she nods, and takes Dormé’s cash. “No problem. Be right back.” It’s the least she could do after they convinced her to abandon the cowardise of her room.

No sooner had her feet hit the grass, did the pit in her stomach grow tenfold.

She rounds the bleacher, a hand bracing against one of the poles, and she treks to the concessions. Underneath the bleachers are eerie, and she makes out a familiar figure in the shade when the end of his cigarette lights up.

He notices her too. “Came lookin’ for me?” His tone is uncharacteristically empathetic and Padmé gulps, gathering strength to cool and harden like stone.

Anakin.

“No. Obviously not.” She sticks her nose in the air, and continues on her way.

“So- you still hate me?” he asks, dropping his roach to the ground to grind it into the dirt with his shoe.

Like a fool, she takes the bait.

She crosses her arms with finesse, facing him. “I can’t believe you’d ask that.” Her words are like ice, emphasized by the tilt of her head and snobby huff.

Once he starts to close in is when her facade is cracking, eyeing him cautiously. However, he stops a few feet from her, having expected her to run off by now, and he leans his back against one of the sustainers. “I know you don’t.”

Her gaze searches him for a moment, a sharp pain stabbing through her heart as she catches a whiff of his musk that once comforted her so. In hopes to derail him from this conversation, she changes the subject. “Where’s your vape? I thought you quit smoking.” the word is spat with her distaste for it. Unfortunately the smell of it coming off of him is not helping her situation. Who knew cloves could have this kind of effect on her?

No, hate him. Hate him.

Anakin regards her thoughtfully— or more, appropriately, looks her up and down. “Vape broke. This whole… ‘scene’ has been really getting to me.” So he bought a pack to light up as soon as she found out about his lie and called him out on it? So juvenile.

“Oh, you mean the scene you caused?” The passive aggressive comment punctuated with an accusatory finger pointed in his direction.

He idles. Nods. “That’s right.”

Padmé doesn’t know why she’s still here. Listening to this. She’s supposed to be strong, she told him she never wants to speak to him again. Yet here she is.

Her silence is taken as an invitation to continue.

“Padmé, I miss you.” The feeling that shoots through her from that statement is hot and she fights a wince. He steps closer and inversely she steps back.

That same finger reanimates to warn him to control himself. “Don’t.”

He doesn’t listen. “I’ve been losing my mind over this. Just ask my brothers— ask Rex—“

“I don’t want to ask anybody! You should be dealing with the consequences of your actions. I’m furious with you, don’t you know that?” her voice trembles, betraying her passion, and he advances on her, ready to catch her. All that halts him is her index finger jabbing into his chest. His toned, hard chest, rising and falling with breath.

“Let me make it up to you.” A plea. Once again, her reticence encourages him. “Tell me. I’ll do anything.”

“You can’t. That’s the thing.” Barely able to raise her voice above a whisper, throat tightening, and tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Perhaps she’s still here because she seeks closure. Or because she misses him so much it hurts.

His intense gaze bores into hers, unwavering, undivided. “If you’re so mad at me, you could take it out on me.”

Her brows furrow, snapping her out of her stupor. “What?” Her first thought is his comment about liking when girls slap him. Did he expect her to hit him to release her fury on him?

“It won’t be that easy. I told you I’ll never forgive you, and I meant that.”

“Then don’t forgive me.” Is it her imagination or does that sentence pain him to say it? Regardless, he recovers quicker than she can dwell on it. “You don’t have to like me to use me.”

“What?” She blinks, having to ask him to clarify a second time.

“C’mon, I know you’re horny. Let me at least help with that.” Another plea, leaning over her arm that keeps him back with that single, thin finger. Her willpower diminishing every second longer she spends with him.

“You’re a pig.” A correct pig. A hopelessly, and completely correct statement said by the one person she wished she could hate.

“You miss me.”

He’s right. She clenches her jaw.

“I love this little crop top you’re wearing.” His large hands entitle themselves as usual— just like she remembers— grabbing hold of her hips. Warm pads of his fingers brush her exposed hips and she sucks in a breath. She slacks, letting him tug her into his intoxicating atmosphere. His eyes, once hungrily devouring her outfit, lands on the top of her head, and an endeared smile stretches onto his lips. “Dumb little hat.” he muses as one of his knuckles flicks the rim of it, backing it off her head marginally.

Her delicate countenance twists into a defined frown, scrunching up her nose as her free hand claps and adjusts the bucket hat back onto the top of her crown. As if she finally remembered what he’s doing, how he’s drawing her in just like he always does, she arches away from him, which only makes him incline in her direction more.

“I’m mad at you.”

“We could fuck about it.” He tosses the words so carelessly. Like he didn’t just say what he said. She’d be appalled, if not for her mind running away with her.

Could this be a way to get back at him? To use him like he used her? Let him pleasure her to tears once more so that she could bang one out of her system, and feel like she’s finally on top of him?

Wait a second, she’s getting ahead of herself, shaking her head. “Do you have to be so crude? Where would that even take place?”

His expression lights up at the fact her question lacks a rejection, she’s open to his offer. “Right here, right now.”

Swiftly, as if no time had passed, his thick arms wrap around her, and out of instinct hers encircle his neck as his lips connect with hers. The first kiss she’s had in a while, her first kiss with Anakin since before… At the memory, she protests, pushing back but he’s undeterred, merely dipping his head down to latch onto her neck. Open mouthed, fervent, kisses down the column. Once he reaches her pulse point, he sucks hard, and laps at it. The motion causes a noise to emit from her, involuntarily, and he lures her further into the shades of the bleachers, practically picking her up as if she’s light as a feather to him. He bites down onto her skin and she resists the urge to moan like before.

To give himself more access, he palms the back of her head, cradling it to tilt as he pleases. She feels limp in his hands, putty just as she once was.

“Anakin…” she begins, hitching when he nips her again.

“I fucking missed my name on your lips, Padmé…” he murmurs against her skin, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Gripping hard on her waist, he pulls her into him so she can feel how hard he’s gotten already. At this point, she had expected he’d direct her to palm his erection, but perhaps he meant what he said earlier… How it was all about her, and her pleasure, and to use him to do it.

He doesn’t give her time to think about it when his hand slips to slot itself in between her thighs. Suddenly, the realization hit her that he really meant here and now. The cheers of the crowd overhead sounding alarms in her head.

Oh, but his touch feels so fucking good…

“Anakin, wait, I’m supposed to be back with soft pretzels- they’re gonna wonder where I am—“

He growls, guiding her further into the depths of the underside of these bleachers. “I’ll be quick.”

His words jelly her, especially because of his splendid ministrations against her clit through her jeans. Knees weakening, she believes he’s the only thing keeping her upright. Until he props her up against one of the studs. “Fuck, I gotta feel that pussy on my fingers again, angel,” he speaks as he practically rips open her button and zipper, adjusting it harshly to make room for shoving his hand in. Just as his digits find their home, he captures her parted lips, inviting his tongue inside unceremoniously. Melding with hers, demanding to taste whatever’s available as she’s trying not to moan directly in his mouth from his fingers circling and pinching her clit. He sucks on her tongue and releases it with a toying nip to the end of it, “You’re so fucking wet, I can’t fucking wait to stick my dick inside you.”

As if this man couldn’t go five minutes without psychologically torturing her, choosing to phrase it that way because of their argument. Because of how she accused him of only seeing her as something to “stick his dick inside.”

“Less talking and more doing, I’m getting bored.” A lie, but she hoped to jab at him the way he just did to her.

So he does as she asked, gaze darkening as it pierces hers, his fingers plunging themselves into her with no further warning. Daring her to cry out, daring her to try him again. To silence herself, she covers her mouth, eyebrows upturning in a pleading countenance she shares with him. He’s indomitable, barreling through as he effortlessly finds that spot inside her that turns her into the little pliable slut he wants.

She looks up at the people she can see through the cracks of the bleachers. The clapping, the resting feet, the faces of Dormé, Cordé, and Logan watching the game. Her eyes widen.

Did Anakin know exactly where to situate them to teeter the edge of danger? How sadistic could he be?

Is this even for her? Is this all for him and his sick pleasure? He really is a creep.

Anakin takes it all in, her shifts, how her body racked in rapture bends to his will, shuddering helplessly as she nears her end. “Bet they wouldn’t hear even if you did scream for me.” So he does know who’s above them.

She frowns at him, and he yanks her hand off her mouth.

“Are you gonna cum in your panties, Padmé? Who’s doing that to you, huh? Who’s finger blasting you under the fucking football bleachers?”

“F- fuck you…” she responds best she can, weakly, and fighting through her pleasure. Barely able to keep her eyes open.

“We’ll get to that, baby, don’t worry.”

Is he so sure?

Sharply inhaling through her nose, countenance skewing into an almost sneeze-like stance, is her tell. She’s close, and Anakin doesn’t let up. Curling his thick digits inside of her, and probing that spot that controls her efficiently. “Can’t believe you’re getting off where anybody can just turn the corner and see. Better yet, if anyone looked down…”

Somehow that did it, and her cum floods his hand, seeping past and dripping into the crotch of her panties he’d moved aside.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby, just like that.” he breathes, watching in fascination in the dimness. She clenches around him involuntarily, fluttering around his fingers as he pulls them out, coated in her slick. “You came so much it’s like you haven’t fucked yourself. Being a good girl for me while we’re apart during this little spat of ours? You remembered I told you not to waste your cum.” By his tone, he sounds impressed, and she hates herself for her body responding well to his praise. His good girl. It makes her sick.

“G- God, Anakin, you’re so fu-cking annoying. Do you ever shut up?” Minimizing their very real fight, assuming she’d been saving any of this for him, it left a sour taste in her mouth. Unfortunately, she needs him now more than ever and remains complacent as he readies her to take him.

“I might. If your pussy is as good as I remember.” he degrades, spinning her and placing her hands for her to brace on the pole she once leant on.

Her jaw opens to say something, any sort of rebuttal that’s as clever as she wishes it could be but she’s unable; he tugs down her pants just enough and pulls his aching cock out of the confines, and it’s just as beautiful as she pictures it in her mind. Gawking at it from over her shoulder as he gives it a few yanks, resting his splayed hand over her exposed backside, finger absentmindedly stroking one of the dimples of her lower back.

“You have no idea how badly I need this…” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to give her ass a sharp pat, and then to her entrance, soothing her clit with gentle circles. She heard him shuffling behind her, and saw him rip a condom open with his teeth.

It didn’t occur to him that he had one.. why didn’t it occur to her? She’s been so wrapped up in the moment. Where did he get it? Did he just have it in his wallet? Was he expecting something like this to happen?

To keep her warmed up for him, the ends of his fingers dip experimentally into her, scissoring her open and curling to help loosen her up for him— while he rolls the rubber onto his length. Once fully protected, he collects some more of her finish from previous, smearing it onto his coated length to lubricate it. He starts kissing the tip of himself against her glistening folds repeatedly, as if to warn her cunt of what’s to come. His brutalizing length isn’t to be trifled with, especially because she’s tightened and sensitive from cumming earlier. Pushing himself inside, the pleasant sting makes her hiss, easing back from the pole as he thrusts a little more of himself inside each time.

“Did you just have that?” she managed to question.

“The condom? I always keep one on me.” So he learned his lesson from the truck. Padmé never quite forgot the exasperated look on Rex’s face.

“Were you expecting this?” she spoke through gritted teeth, as she continued to rock back further and further onto his dick.

“Well, we’re here, aren’t we?”

She can practically hear his crooked grin through his cocky words, and it exacerbated her already molten feelings towards him.

“Is your goal to piss me off?”

“You’re hot when you’re angry. Especially at me.”

Now fully seated inside of her, his thrusts are sharper, rolling his hips in such a way that fits so well against the end of her.

“Fuck, you really are as good as I remember.” he sighs, biting his lower lip to keep from whimpering over how perfectly she’s squeezing him. “Maybe even better…”

“You promised me you’d shut up.” she tells him, and he obliges— surprisingly.

His hand squeezes her hip, using it to anchor her weight into him and off, while his other snatches her hat off her head. So enraptured she doesn’t even notice. She doesn’t notice when he puts it on his head to keep it off the ground either. All that, just to safely tangle his fingers in her air, stinging her scalp.

Forcing her back to arch for him, forcing her to see her unsuspecting friends once again. The horror that would seize her if one of them were to— God forbid— witness this. But the din of the game and the crowd drowned out the noises of their lovemaking.

Anakin’s necessity to be as close as he possibly could be to her, causes him to abandon her hip, sliding his arm around her pelvis, nearly lifting her off the ground as he pistoned into her. Bent over her, his chest against her back, his chin over her shoulder, enveloping her with his sheer size, and spearing her on his cock. It’s all too much. He bites whatever he can get his teeth on: her neck, her shoulder, her cheek. When she turns her head, ready to kiss him, he bites her lips and her nose. Unable to think of anything to say while he’s balls deep inside of her, she wishes the weird things he did didn’t turn her on so badly.

She’s been so good at staying quiet, but as soon as that desperate hand of his releases her hair to seek out and stimulate her clit, she lets a moan leak from her. Instantly embarrassed, heat rises to her cheeks, and when she checks to see if her friends above her heard— she’s met with only Logan’s flushed and wide-eyed expression.

Quickly he looks ahead, and doesn’t meet her gaze again… but the damage has been done. Padmé feels like crawling into herself and dying. She hides her face in her arms against the pole.

Anakin’s breathless and cruel laugh sounds in her ear, “Do we have an audience?” The waves of his warm breath causes her to shiver, and the squelching sounds of their union intensifies as he fucks her harder— as if intent to get her to break and moan more.

Padmé’s thoughts are consumed by the fact she had just met her friend’s boyfriend, and now his first impression and opinion of her would be sullied forever. She whimpered, and Anakin licked the inside of her ear, probing it with his tongue and nipping the earlobe.

“The guys were right. You really are such a slut for me.” Anakin spits, “Can’t believe you’re letting me hit when you’re so mad at me. During the fight we’re in. It’s like you can’t stay away from me.”

Padmé couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, nearing her finish as tears pricked the corners of her eyes once more because of Anakin’s tyranny.

“What’s more? You’re gonna keep coming back. You’re gonna bat those big lashes at me, and show off those little tits in a crop top, and I’m gonna slut you out like I’m doing right now. Mé? You’re never getting rid of me.” That nickname. That stupid fucking nickname. The only person that calls her that, that thought to call her that, claiming it to be his favorite month of the year in some sort of endearing anecdote— Mé— is Anakin.

His barbaric pace is finally paying off, choking back sobs as her orgasm rushes through her, shuddering her entire body, clenching down onto him so he can fuck an even tighter hole.

“God— Mé,” his voice quivers, whining as he fucks her through her orgasm and holds onto her body so she can’t escape him and fall to the ground like her body wants to do. Fall limp. Strong arm pinning her in place as he uses her like a fucktoy to get himself off. She feels the familiar warmth as it spreads, his hips stuttering as he cums into his condom.

They breathe together, her leaning onto the pole as he leans onto her with his hand over hers, remaining comfortably sheathed.

His sweaty forehead rests against her shoulder, and speaks before she has time to process what just happened.

“Want me to buy you a soft pretzel?”

“Give me back my hat, Anakin.”

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solar-eclipses-stuff · 2 years ago

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BUDDHA X MERMAID!READER (PART 2)

words: 3551

Warning: nothing bad just fluffy

FALLING IN LOVES WITH YOU

Some time has passed since that meeting, but still you managed to get a little closer, but there was distrust on your part, after all, what could be on his mind? You often just talked about empty topics, but it didn't bother you, as well as him. You often looked into his eyes and could look into them for a long time until he spoke again, you often heard the aroma of sweets that came from him, he was cloying, but perhaps with a hint of citrus, you also liked his hair, you thought it was soft but never dared to touch them (perhaps because of that unfortunate joke) but I really wanted everything, sometimes your thoughts were embarrassing, and sometimes it seemed to you that you were falling in love, even though you rejected this idea. He was interested in touching the horn and tail, although he may have already touched a wet fish, but still, you can't see a charming mermaid everywhere.

It was an ordinary sunny day, you were sitting and playing tic-tac-toe on the sand, he was sucking his lollipop, you were focused enough, and after three losses you were glad to win, "mmm.. Well, you did well" "Yes, I won," you said in a muffled voice, you returned the sand to its original position, and you wanted to play a few times, it was hotter than usual on land, and you felt like the sand was heated under your feet, "Heeeeeee."He drawled, "It's a little hot in here," he said, blowing himself with a stream of air created by the fact that he waved the edge of his T-shirt, "Yes, don't you want to swim? " You asked looking at the water "do you want to drag me into the water" You looked at him in amazement "if you don't want to say so" After finishing the phrase, you began to sink closer to the water and soon found yourself at some distance from the shore "Hey! Are you going to leave me?? "Yes, you dived. Two or three minutes of misunderstanding, he got into the water, "You didn't seem to want to," You said with a malicious grin, "Yes, you know-"You sprayed him with water with the tail "The water is not bad today, Right? "You said laughing."... " He plopped down on you, you started trying to swim away, but two hands grabbed you by the sides, you started waving your tail diligently and you moved, for a good 20 minutes you rolled him along the way throwing him on the corals "Leave me alone!! " You growled when you swam closer to the coastal zone, he let you go and started laughing "not funny! "Almost in a fit, you started furiously hitting him with your tail, he just put his hands up and continued to laugh, as a result, out of impotence, you stopped and lay down with your whole body on the sand. In the evening, you were sitting on the sand (near the water, of course), the sky was shimmering with a yellow-peach shade, you were looking at the sunset, it was very beautiful, you sometimes looked at him with your peripheral vision, in your humble opinion he looked very good, wet T-shirt, hair, everything went perfectly together and even that lollipop that he sucked. You have experienced this burning feeling for a long time, but were not sure how HE treats you "Look, these clouds look like cotton candy" "What? " You looked at him in amazement cotton candy.. You've never seen something like this, but it sounds delicious "dude, you've never tasted this.. "Then he thought, "after all, he wouldn't have lasted in the water," he said, I think I'll bring you to try one, he said with a smile, grunting in response, you already wanted to return to thinking, but suddenly you were grabbed and pulled by the Buddha. "Where are you going? " "What are you doing-" You were interrupted by the kiss of the above-mentioned man, he was passionate and deep, and his fangs dug into your tongue, he still pulled away leaving you gasping "The sky is really beautiful especially with the creature you love" He smiled, you were putsovye, and you definitely did not catch the essence said, after all, were engrossed in that kiss.

#record of ragnarok buddha #buddha x reader #ror buddha #ror #snv buddha #fluffy #record of ragnarok x reader

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electronickingdomfox · 1 year ago

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"The Klingon Gambit" review

Novel from 1981, by Robert E. Vardeman. I don't have much to say about this one, neither praise nor a rant. Perhaps there's no worse fate than indifference? This novel is a return to the more episodic format of the old Bantam novels. Basically a rehash of "The Naked Time", with a bit of "This Side of Paradise" (as far as Spock is concerned), and Klingons in the middle. I don't think the plot has enough substance for a novel-length story, so a lot of times I had the impression of reading the same thing over and over, as if the author had to fill pages but didn't really have anything new to say.

Anyway, the writing's fine, and lets Kirk shine as a clever diplomat, always with an ace up his sleeve to avoid a confrontation. While the rest of the crew is infected by some virus of silly, Kirk seems to be the only one that keeps his cool (some scientist should study this man one day; he seems to be immune and special in every single way...). It's hard to judge the rest of the characters, since they're purposefully acting weird through most of the novel. Spock swinging between totally emotional and totally Vulcan was well-done, without being over the top. Though McCoy seems to me a bit too disrespectful and insulting (and I'm not entirely sure this is due to the strange influence affecting the ship). I'm also not sure about his reluctance to save an injured Klingon's life, on the basis of him being the enemy. The way I see it, McCoy is first a doctor, then a Starfleet officer. There's also a return of that weird idea from earlier novels, that Vulcans are completely unable to feel any love or sexual urge outside pon farr. I don't know why this notion was so widespread, when a full Vulcan like Sarek was seen in the series having a loving relationship with his human wife, while Stonn and T'Pring had an affair outside marriage.

As for the plot, it's very simple, so I'm just going to gloss over it without spoilers. The Enterprise finds a Vulcan science ship adrift, and everyone's dead aboard, without any discernible reason. The ship was part of an archaeological expedition on the nearby planet of Alnath II, led by a famous Andorian scientist. As there's also a Klingon ship orbiting the planet, the Klingon become the main suspects for the Vulcans' deaths. However, the lead scientist insists that the Klingons have only been a nuisance, as far as their activities disrupt his investigations of the ruins. Kirk doesn't have any proof that the Klingons are guilty (and they also have some rights over this planet in particular, since it doesn't belong to the Federation). So he enters into a tense situation with the Klingon captain, where none dare to attack the other, and break the Organian peace treaty. Things get worse when the crew of the Enterprise start acting irresponsibly, and almost mutinous. Everyone seems to just do whatever they want, disregarding their duties. Scotty becomes obsessed with improving the engines, and starts dismantling half the ship for spare parts. Chekov becomes too trigger-happy and anxious for battle. Uhura daydreams about M'Benga. Spock swings between his human and Vulcan sides, and is at times overrun by feelings of love for his female assistant. McCoy becomes paranoid about machines and technology, so he switches to primitive medical treatments... You get the idea. The answers, of course, lay in the planet below and its mysterious pyramid. Kirk has a showdown with the Klingons as well. The resolution is nothing special really, though there's a little surprise about the origin of the alien, deserted city.

Spirk Meter: 2/10*. Kirk seems more aware about Spock's mood swings than anyone else. And he's a bit distressed about Spock possibly reciprocating his assistant's feelings. There's also a scene where Spock loses his shit on the bridge and starts crying, so Kirk bitch-slaps him, to make him come to his senses, even at the risk of suffering the Vulcan's violence himself. And Spock catches his wrist and all that (it's very similar to the scene in "This Side of Paradise").

For his part, McCoy wants to go live in a farm with Jim. And he's awfully interested in Spock staying more human, and you know, loving and horny all the time. As you will, Doctor...

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek tos #star trek novels #novel review #spirk #k/s

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crackinglamb · 1 year ago

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AO3 Year End Roundup, 2023

Normally, I'd do this in a couple days, but we're close enough for government work (and I'm on a deliberate break anyhow, so nothing new is being posted). Normally this would also be a tag game, but I haven't seen it floating around yet, so...

Hey, you wanna do your own roundup? Go for it. Yes, I mean you (looking at you, DAFF crew). Consider this an open invite. Tag me back so I can see what y'all have been up to.

Words posted: 241,283 . This total has had subtracted from it the amount that already existed for the fic that carried over from last year (which was WG, of course). So this is actually what I posted this year.

Additional Words Written: ~166K. I have several WIP's going on in the background. One of which is finished and will begin posting after New Year's. Another of which is about halfway done. The rest are...procrastination projects/getting the wiggles out. They may never see the light of day. But they count as writing, so they are included.

Grand total of words: 407, 283 (goodness gracious)

Fandoms: 2

Works: 12, 11 of which were new.

Highest Kudos: Into the Current, at 271 (just like last year, I'm not counting WG since it wasn't new). The Iron Bull/OFC, rated E, 79K words, complete.

Highest Hit Oneshot: The Mighty Fall, at 706. Sookie Stackhouse/Eric Northman. Rated T, 2900 words.

New Things I Tried: I wrote a trio of fics for True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries this year. The WIP that's finished and waiting for the new year is a continuation of this series.

I also posted a ficlet I'd originally posted here on tumblr for archiving purposes. Some Years Into the Future...

Fic I Spent the Most Time On: Driftwood, my Bullmance series. Writing ItC itself wasn't particularly long, about two months, but T3, the next fic, is still being written. At first it was all going to be one long fic, but then I decided I've had enough of epics (meaning any work significantly over 100K words), and split it into parts.

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: The Mighty Fall. I have finally gotten to use the tag 'I wrote this instead of sleeping'. 🤣

Favorite Thing I Wrote: Usually, I have trouble with this category. I'm poly, you know. But this year, I actually DO have a fave. Okay...I have two.

How Deep the Bullet Lies - a gift for @rosella-writes, for the Solas Lovers Exchange. Solas/Cassandra Pentaghast with a whumpy open ending. Rated M, 4200 words.

More Than Mere Stone - a gift for my beloved @ir0n-angel in the same exchange. Solas/F!Trevelyan, pure fluff. Rated G, 1500 words.

Favorite Thing I Read: In Twain, by CatC. It's everything I wanted in a 'background character gets caught up in events' fic. With a sizzlingly hot Bullmance and So Much Cole. I think I've read it three or four times already. At least. If you need something comforting and wonderful, I cannot recommend it enough. It's simply delightful, and so is the author. Rated E, 172K words, WIP.

Something I Finished: I did it, at long last. I finished What a Wicked Game to Play. It was the focus of NaNo (and took literally three days once I put my mind to it, hence much of the other writing I did that hasn't been published). It feels really good to have my beloved Behemoth marked with a green checkmark. The story itself isn't finished, and I'll eventually write more for Imogen and Co., but for now, it is Done.

Writing Goals for 2024 – Keep on keeping on. I want to finish T3, so I can start posting it. I want to finish a couple other things from the WIP list. There will of course be a new Fluffuary prompt list. Biggest goal, however, is simply not to burn myself out. I've started waiting to publish until a fic is finished, which has done wonders for my stress levels. No more posting gaps on an in-progress fic.

Allow me to Gush about some things I wrote this year.

(Otherwise known as: honorable mentions)

Out of the Dark - Lark Cadash was once going to have an epic fic to her name. But I'm Tired, and frankly, I'm bored with rewriting the events of DA:I over and over again. So I've turned her into a series, where I can just put up oneshots and short chaptered things in no particular order that add up to one big story. This is one of them. Post-canon, Lark goes into the Deep Roads to find the answer to a riddle that's bugged her for her entire life. She gets more than she asked for, with a side serving of sad Solas. I've had many of the headcannons included in it for a long time, with no home. Now, they're out there in the world. Rated G, 4800 words.

What Lies Beneath - my actual giftfic for the Solas Lovers Exchange. I had such fun writing this, and had ideas for it as soon as I received the assignment. I got to set something in the Hissing Waste, which is one of my favorite places in the game, as well as write a polyship for my two favorite romances. F!Cadash/Solas/Iron Bull, rated T, 3400 words.

Maker Damned Fools - back in 2020, I wrote a Varric/Hawke short little thing for the first Fluffuary. I always wanted to go back and expand it into a fuller story. Add it to the pile of Things I Finished This Year. From their meeting to post-canon. Rated E, 32K words.

What a Wicked Game to Play - *deep satisfied sigh* It took two years and ten months to complete, with near constant weekly updates. It's 412K words by itself (not counting the rest of the series). It contains about 350 embedded images of either screenshots or fanart. It is both the highest hit (over 90K) and highest kudo'd (1535) work on my archive. Affectionately known as 'the Behemoth', extensively written with my signature yeeting of canon. Imogen McLean, MGIT, Inquisitor, beloved of Fen'Harel. I am stupendously proud of this work, but I am also incredibly happy it's done. I set out to write an epic, and I damn well succeeded. Rated E.

See y'all on the flipside! 💕

#Lamb writes #ao3 #2023 year end roundup #dragon age #southern vampire mysteries #true blood

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taliaxlatia · 11 months ago

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oooo this should be fun. all of these are fanfics since i havent written original stuff in years

[wip] alphyne megamind au

[wip] aqua & another ch 1

[wip] catc 2

[wip] exquisite corpse

[wip] Larry 3

[wip] luxu building 6

[wip] undying 10

[wip] xehabraig that one

{rip} Nobody Aqua

{snip} emmelyn alibi

{snip} monsters inc vanitas au

{snip} undying (alphys & flowey)

WIP ask game

In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thanks for the tag @anna-scribbles!! been working on a lot of these intermittently for years, and the folder itself is a mix of both original novels and fanfics! here goes—

Originals:

LoW All

Sidekicked

YNK

before // after

woth

Fanworks:

idkyy

LadRuAU

BotK 3

not sure who's all participated but tagging @marimbles @sha-nwa @rosekasa @taliaxlatia @botherkupo @wackus-bonkus-maximus

sorry if you've already played! not sorry if you been tagged already but HAVEN'T played mwahaha

#ask game #tag game #thanks morgannnn <3

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animalinvestigator · 3 years ago

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That is an extremely minute thing to be concerned about given that its a petscop battle rap but i just wish i could see the world through eyes that have not dedicated 6 months to understanding every minute detail of petscop . I want to know what its like

#Hey uh its paul and we're diving in again.it looks like this time w'ere trying to catch pikcahu nlm. But dont worry i am pretty good at catc #hing him al lthat you have to do is diss him becauseh e is laready eotionally weak This game wants me to think that theres an entity inside #the house but in my eyes its nothing but another suicidal mouse Trying to sprout up like randice up with good creepypastas but he'llsee nobo #dy evencares. Good grief and alas! hey you pikachu has been waiting a very long timeLets go leskowitz my quick attacks leave you buried aliv #ethis is my world one that my original owner couldnt handle youre out of easter eggs to huck at us now thats a dead channel Going hammond on #the mike youre a sham in any sound fight but you're used to going down down down down down right #start taking notes i know you want less emptiness in your elegy But youre a ben drowned clone narrated by an offbrand eddy frb (??) Call me #the copycat Do you remember being bor nkid? (baby cry) The win is in the same hand that you cant open your doors with Your windmill watching #is nothing next to my lonely torment your shows a slow burn while i ignite a whole forestJeez do you know how much filler I need to slice i #know its common knwoledge but you arent a fi I cant keep doign this

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cardhouseandthecage · 7 years ago

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but threads that are golden / don’t break easily

I got me some horses To ride on To ride on They say that your demons Can’t go there So I got me some horses To ride on To ride on As longs as your army Keeps perfectly still And maybe I’ll find me a sailor A tailor And maybe together We’ll Make mother well So I got me some horses To ride on To ride on As long as your army Keeps perfectly still You showed me the meadow And Milkwood And Silkwood and you would if I would But you never would So I chased down your posies Your pansies in my hosies Then opened my hands And they were empty then Off with Superfly Sniffing a Sharpie pen Honey it’s Bill and Ben Off with Superfly Counting your bees Oh me honey like One two three The camera is rolling It’s easy like One Two Three And if there is a way to find you I will find you But will you find me if Neil Makes me a tree an afro a pharaoh I can’t go You said so But threads that are golden Don’t break easily So I got me some horses To ride on To ride on You say that your demons Can’t go there So I got me some horses To ride on To ride on As long as your army Keeps perfectly still Keeps perfectly still Keeps perfectly still

#hhhhh this is from the original CatC playlist #im crey #i forgot how good this playlist still is #maybe i'll post it #music

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bumblewarden · 2 years ago

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Hellooooo!! Some time ago you reblogged a Dragon Age Origins specific ask game and I was wondering if I could maybe ask a few questions? Even though it was some time ago? If yes, I'd like to ask Novhen:

5. Did he stop to talk with the children playing? If so, how did he handle the children saying they didn’t know any elven heroes?

And Pavle:

3. How prepared was he for his Harrowing?

5. Did he believe in “Mouse?” What did he think of his story?

If you'd rather not, however, no worries ^^ Have a lovely day!

No issue at all! I love receiving asks about my guys, and any ask games i reblog can be assumed to be free game until deleted! And even if i actually went through the work of doing that for whatever reason, you would never even find them to ask

5. Did he stop to talk with the children playing? If so, how did he handle the children saying they didn’t know any elven heroes?

I do have to start with a mini-rant for this one

The game states that city elves all know the legends of Garahel and Wenna di Ladia but "BioWare Keep Your Own Lore Straight Challenge (Impossible Edition)". This dialogue (and later when Tabris can ask Duncan if there have ever been any elven Warden heroes) serves the Doylist purpose of reinforcing the city elves' low status and destroyed cultures, yes, but it's also inconsistent with the lore. Or is the Denerim Alienage just particularly bad at maintaining their history? Their vhenadahl is still standing, so i doubt it

Anyway

The game doesn't let you tell the kids about them, so Novhen makes up a hero. They've been failed to go this long without knowing any stories of elven heroes, so he has to give the children something

He tells them about the "totally real" notorious elven thief Tathas who is "definitely not" based on his childhood perceptions of Adaia's exploits

She stole from tyrannical humans and redistributed her plunder to the alienages. The happiest plausible ending he can think to give the story is that Tathas simply disappeared one day, and that nobody knows where she went. He doesn't want to give the kids just another dead elf story, and he doesn't want to bring give the fantasy of his mother to another tragic ending

(Also, because the names of the three heroes you can make up to tell the children about are Tathas, Korin, and... Blargha. I headcanon that Tathas and Korin are actually very popular elven names, even if i don't think we ever actually meet anyone by those names. They're just the first names that came to his head, and it's a similar energy to "There are some who call me... Tim" from Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

The way i excuse him not telling them about an actual hero (which normally he would have done, he loves history and finds pride in keeping their heritage alive) is that he's hungover and disoriented from the sudden move up of his wedding (massive massive breach of expectations!!) and even the most cunning of us slips sometimes. His head isn't in order enough to remember the actual historical heroes until halfway through, but by then, he's already made his bed. Best he can do at that point is at the end give them a nudge that "I've gotta go, but hey, next time, I can tell you about the elf who rallied Thedas to get off their [asses] to combat the Third Blight and saved the world," but little does he know he'll be the next elven hero for everyone to tell their children about and gets a happy ending! Which is bringing his main story to a full circle, surely

But speaking of circles--

3. How prepared was he for his Harrowing?

Pavle survived his Harrowing so evidently prepared enough!

Did he feel prepared? No. But he was never going to. This isn't something you ever really feel prepared for

I don't remember how much canon information there is on it, but i imagine it was the sort of thing that they pulled him aside after dinner with no explanation or forewarning, and he just had to [Mission Objective: Survive]

5. Did he believe in “Mouse?” What did he think of his story?

Pavle catches on to Mouse lying about something pretty quickly on account of his wearing senior enchanter robe while claiming to be a dead apprentice. Instant alarms

But while he's silently commenting r/thathappened on every word out of this demon's mouth, it can't help but fill him with dread. He still doesn't know exactly what he needs to be doing, and that demon probably got his story from somewhere. It's unnerving if nothing else

[Dragon Age Origin Character Prompts]

#askbox #heniareth #novhen tabris #pavle amell #god writing this i put together something about elves and blights #that pisses me off so much wrt inquisition's intent on justifying the march on the dales #i'm going to have to write up another post on that quickly it needs its own post #EDIT: ok it's posted

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catchildren · 9 months ago

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Hey quick tip, if your Whumpee is acting up you're actually supposed to parade them around in front of a tied up Caretaker, horrified to see their loved one stripped bare and covered in scars. You should probably also fuck your Whumpee in front of Caretaker for good measure, brutalizing them while you taunt Caretaker with how good they feel. You also wanna make sure your Whumpee is properly trained to cling onto you for comfort after the fact, vocalizing their gratitude that you'd give them any modicum of attention, never once looking Caretaker in the eye.

Just a suggestion, though, idk.

#catc originals #nsfwhump #captivity whump #implied anyways but this could really be used for anything #for a captivity whump hater I sure keep thinking about it huh #tw noncon

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darlingpetao3 · 4 years ago

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House of W (Multiple!Wells x Reader, Chapter 2)

Rating: T

Summary: After having to deal with the deaths of an infinite number of Harrison Wells in the Multiverse, you, a magic-wielding meta, have a breakdown and unwittingly create a happy, fictitious sitcom life with some of your favourite men. In a world of comedy and cameos, can Team Flash and an out-of-town magician break through your powers to save you? And what if you don’t want to be saved...?

Tag List: @fandomdancer @bluesclues-1234 @pinkdiamond1016 @crissymadlock @ensign-tilly @disneyoncerlover815 @marvel-lady10 @thecaptainsgingersnap @noctvrnalmoth @alexxlynn @dontbedumb3 @heyl0lwhatsup @ryou-cosmos

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1

Birds tweeting, sun shining…

Big strong arms around you.

“Well, well, Wells,” you say with a scratchy morning voice and twist your body around in bed to see who’s got you in his grasp. Ah. “Good morning, Harry.”

“Good morning, (Y/L/N),” the scientist replies. You just love how strands of his hair stick up in place. Harry arguably has the best bedhead.

“You know dear, since we are married after all, don’t you think it would be more acceptable to call me by my first name?”

Harry chuckles and pulls you closer against him.

“You do raise a fair point. (Y/N).”

“That’s more like it.”

He kisses your nose. Shortly after he does, it starts to feel itchy. You feel like you’re about to sneeze. It wiggles and wiggles until—

“Achoo!”

Suddenly, Harry, who had been clad in his silky pyjamas is now- oh my.

“(Y/N), did you just sneeze my clothes away?”

You can hardly answer the Wells in your bed because you’re so enthralled by his lack of clothing under the sheets.

“Happy accident?” you offer innocently. Harry shakes his head and smiles as if to signify that you’re up to your old antics again.

“Come here, you,” he says and pulls the covers over you both.

* * * *

The scene is really quite comical.

Harry walks briskly with his long legs into work at S.T.A.R. Toys Manufacturing Inc. as you try to keep up with quick little steps and a clipboard… while H.R. trails behind you like a maniac with a tray of coffee.

“(Y/N), I believe you have some explaining to do,” Harry speaks to you over his shoulder. “Can you remind me why you’re at work with me? And why the numbskull, too?”

“Handsome numbskull!” H.R. jokingly clarifies. Harry rolls his eyes.

“I told you, honey,” you begin, “I decided it would be best for me to get a job instead of sitting around the house. Plus, an assistant here was the only position available. I thought that was terribly convenient. We can spend more time together now, isn’t that wonderful? As for H.R., I hired him as my assistant!”

“My assistant has an assistant?”

“Don’t question it, honey,” you tell him and pat him on the cheek. Just then, two young employees walk up to you. They look rather familiar, but you can’t place why at the moment.

“Good morning, Mr. Wells,” the pair greet Harry. “And Mrs. Wells. ...And Mr. Wells.”

“Ah, good morning Garcia. Runk,” Harry answers. “I trust your projects are coming along?”

“That they are, Sir,” the young man called Runk replies.

“We should have them finished and ready by end of day,” Garcia, the young woman, adds.

“I’m glad to hear it-”

“-Well done, chaps!” H.R. interrupts. “You’re all doing such magnificent work. All for the children.”

“All for the children,” Garcia and Runk agree.

Harry clears his throat and whispers to you, “I think assistants to the assistants should be seen and not heard.”

“I’ll have a little chat with him,” you tell your handsome boss husband. “Now, let’s build some toys!”

* * * *

After a long day at the factory, you, Harry, and H.R. all return home. The delicious scent of dinner greets you as you walk in the door.

“Mmm, I wonder what Sherloque and Nash are cooking up!” you think out loud.

“I hope it’s nothing French,” Harry says semi-bitterly.

“H.R., can you go see what they’re up to in there, sweetie?”

“I most certainly can, dearest!” he responds then disappears into the kitchen. You are sure to take this opportunity to have some more one-on-one time with Harry on the couch. As you sit, he sets his briefcase down on the coffee table and removes from it a small rocket ship. After turning it around in his hands, Harry hands it to you.

“I’d been working on this today,” he says.

“Oh Harry, it is so groovy. You do such fine work.”

“The idea came to me in a dream.”

“You make dreams come true for children every day.”

Harry turns to you. “I think I’ve always wanted kids. But I guess it’s never happened for me.” He looks into your eyes. “I think I’d like to have one with you someday, (Y/N). How do you feel about that?”

“I feel… I feel…” Your nose starts to wiggle again. “Achoo!”

“(Y/N), are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Oh, yes, I’m completely and totally, whoaaaa!” You stand up to get a better look at yourself, finding that your tummy has a noticeable roundness to it.

“Are you…?” Harry asks. The rest of the Wells men come rushing into the living room.

“Qu’est-ce qui se passe?”

“I heard another sneeze!”

“Jumping juniper, (Y/N)’s pregnant!”

They all group around you in a half-circle to admire your belly and to declare their delight at the very abrupt surprise.

“Is this really happening?” you ask all of them, falling deeper and deeper into your happiness.

“I couldn’t imagine a better life with you,” Harry says and punctuates his final word with a kiss. Everything about this moment just seems… so much more colourful and vibrant.

And perfect.

~ ~ ~ ~

Barry had urgently messaged Cisco and Caitlin to meet him back at the Grand Central City Auditorium, where they had just seen Zatanna’s magic act. The plan—what very little of a plan he had—was to race to find Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic, and ask for her help.

Word on the street was that Miss Zatara’s act wasn’t mere illusions. People have said that she really does possess a special magical power. And if this was the case, she was their only hope to retrieve you from whatever world you’ve gotten yourself into.

They say sometimes you have to fight fire with fire.

Well, now Team Flash is going to fight magic with magic.

It took a bit of making a scene inside the venue with the security guards for Zatanna to finally come out of her dressing room to see who was causing the commotion.

“Hi, excuse me, what’s going on here?”

“Zatanna? My name is Barry Allen,” your brother introduces himself. “I was at your show tonight.”

“Flawless,” Cisco can’t help but add.

“Sure,” she says, probably very much wanting him to get to the point. “How can I help you, Barry Allen?”

“We have a bit of a magical issue. My sister has gotten herself into a situation. We need your help.”

Zatanna’s big round eyes squint slightly, but whatever she sees in these three strangers surely isn’t threatening.

“Your sister, you say?” The Mistress of Magic always did have a soft spot for family. “Where is she?”

“You better come with us and see for yourself.”

~ ~ ~ ~

“Wow, this is quite the setup,” Zatanna says, taking in the Cortex upon her arrival. “Now, you said that your sister is broadcasting her own sitcom?”

“That’s right,” Barry confirms. “I switched on the TV earlier, and there she was in black and white. But the weird thing is that her set looked almost identical to her home, except not because her real home exploded-”

“Yeah, that’s the weird bit,” Cisco pipes up sarcastically. “Definitely not that she’s married to four different versions of the same man.”

“What?” Zatanna looks entirely confused. “Okay, you guys are going to have to catch me up.”

“No problem. The episode is streaming online. On repeat.”

“Cisco, pull up the show on the monitors,” Barry orders. The engineer does so, and the crew proceeds to analyze the sitcom episode.

“This man... or these men, rather—you said they died?” Zatanna asks the room. The rundown the gang gave her on the way to S.T.A.R Labs was quite rushed, so naturally it would only generate more questions.

“That’s right. I saw them disappear before my eyes,” Barry confirms. “They sacrificed themselves for us.”

Zatanna hums in thought. “Whether they’re truly dead or not, she must be using an incredible amount of magic to create this world and broadcast this across the airwaves.”

“Guys!” Caitlin raises her voice. “We have an incoming broadcast!”

The monitors change after a bit of static. Now, instead of the episode Team Flash was watching, a brand new jingle comes through the speakers.

“Is this…?” Barry starts.

“She released Episode Two!” Cisco cheers. Everyone in the room shoots him a look. “What? I’m invested.” As they watch the new episode, they take frantic notes, searching for any kind of clues.

“Look!” Barry points at the screen to the familiar faces.

“How did Allegra and Chester get in there?” Caitlin wonders.

“They have a guest-starring role…” Cisco notes, possibly with a hint of jealousy.

“And who are they?” Zatanna inquires.

“They’re our friends,” Barry clarifies. “At least, I think they are. They can't be illusions, can they? Created by (Y/N)?”

“I’ll call them and see if we can hear their phones ringing in the show,” Caitlin suggests. As she attempts the call, the rest of the team stands and stares at the screens hoping for some form of ringing sound. This episode seemed to be styled more in the Sixties, so it was unlikely that they’d actually see Chester and Allegra pull out a cell phone.

Nothing. No sound.

They must not have their phones on them…

A little while longer passes, with even more analyses by Team Flash and Zatanna studying your power on screen. Once in a while, she’ll ask Barry for background information about you. Which brings her to ask the all important question:

“How did (Y/N) get her powers?”

Barry goes on to explain your origin story, which coincides with his own. It was that one fateful night where Barry was in his CSI lab at CCPD, and so were you. You had stopped by to see how he was doing after the whole debacle of Iris getting her laptop stolen and Eddie saving the day instead. (To Barry’s credit, he tried really hard to catch the criminal, he just wasn’t fast enough). But you were checking up on him when the Particle Accelerator exploded and sent a wave of extraordinary, uncontained power across the city. You saw the lightning in the sky and tried to get Barry away from holding that metal chain, but in doing so, you also got caught in the crosshairs of the accident. Your brother fell into the shelf of chemicals as the lightning struck at the same time you knocked over a box of evidence—stolen ancient crystals from the Central City Museum.

Zatanna takes in the story silently, nodding in the right places. She’s deep in thought when a voice comes from the entrance to the Cortex: “Hey guys, what’s going on in here?”

Barry rushes to the two younger members of Team Flash, Allegra and Chester. “How did you two get in there? How did you get out?”

“Get in where?” Allegra wonders.

“Come on! In (Y/N)’s sitcom,” Cisco says. “Did she send out a casting call or did she just tell you that you got the parts?”

Chester and Allegra glance at each other with identical furrowed brows.

“You really don’t know what happened, do you?” Caitlin asks them.

“What happened?” they reply in unison.

Cisco stands up immediately. “I’ll get the popcorn.”

As he replays the footage, both of the ‘guest stars’ shake their heads in disbelief.

“Wow, nope, don’t remember any of that,” Chester says.

“No,” Allegra agrees. “One minute I’ve got my feet up in the Lounge, and the next I’m here walking into the Cortex.”

“Interesting,” Caitlin muses. “Interesting, but beyond strange. It’s like they’ve been mind wiped of the experience. We need more answers.” The rest of the episode plays out to reveal the big cliffhanger at the end.

“(Y/N)’s going to have a baby?!” Cisco shouts. “Oh man, things just got real. I wonder who’s the father... You don’t think (Y/N) would turn her show into a Maury episode, do you?”

“Zatanna, is there anything you can do?” Barry asks desperately. “This is getting out of hand.”

“I can cast a locating spell. All I have to do is say the words of what I wish backward for it to take hold.” Zatanna readies herself. “(N/Y) etacol,” the magician utters with her eyes closed. Everyone in the room stands silent in case making any kind of noise would ruin whatever spell she has cast.

They hold their breaths.

“I’m getting something…” Zatanna says eventually. “It’s like a signal of sorts. I can see it in my mind. And it’s coming from… here.”

“What do you mean, ‘here’?” Barry presses.

“Here. As in S.T.A.R. Labs.”

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #nash wells x reader #nash wells imagine #hr wells x reader #hr wells imagine #sherloque wells x reader #sherloque wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

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yanderecandystore · 4 years ago

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Can I request a soulmate thingy with the bullies and delinquents?

Hi! Well, I got a little confused about your request but I think I got it, although I normally do one pair of ocs per post (or all ocs at once-) I guess I could do about both delinquents and bullies-

Especially since soulmate conundrums can be such a complex thing that it would take a long time to write one single post with every single OC lol-

Thank you for requesting!

TW/Tags: angst here and there // long as fuck // Soulmate shenanigans // not so great relationships (bullying) // cursing // delusional expectations/ideas // gender neutral reader

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Soulmate issues lol [Yandere!Bully OC/Yandere! Delinquent OC x Soulmate!Reader - Scenario]:

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

In this timeline, let us just say that something very specific happens to make it possible for two or more people to realize that they may be soulmates (cause I don't know how else I could create this universe boo XD). I think that two people that are soulmates would not be aware of it until they would be able to see each other's birthmarks, kinda like a magical symbol that is stuck on your skin ever since you were born.

In a reality where you are aware that you have a destined loved one possibly waiting for you and that it would be treason of you to not search for them, you could imagine how high your expectations were.

Well, not only your expectations but also the expectations of the entire society surrounding you, expecting you to simply accept whoever carries the same exact birth symbol as you.

Even if having a birthmark that dictates your future love interest is a common thing in your society, it doesn't mean that people just go around showing each other's birthmarks. It's believed that there is no need to rush things and that if you did find the love of your life, it's not because of the birthmark itself, but rather the spiritual connection between you two that brought you together unconsciously.

As I said before, your expectations were just as high as your hopes, as you wished to be able to meet the person who would "complete" you, the person carrying the soul of someone that had loved you through life and death, carrying the soul of the person YOU loved through life and death!

Now, how badly can this beautiful idealized narrative go?- I mean, consider your soulmates that is.

🍒Bullies🍭:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Alexandra is not exactly a patient person, you can imagine that the idea of having someone that would instantly fall in love with her was a really interesting idea, almost too good to be true.

Don't get me wrong, she believed this whole shenanigan to be unnecessary and dictating. She thought it was stupid to just start loving someone she doesn't know, and it's not like she is going to kiss some stranger's ass just because they have the same birthmark as her.

Ugh, that thing almost felt like some sort of bad tattoo she should have thought twice about having. It was a beautiful symbol, an elegant C' on emblem surrounded by thorns. Doctors believed that Alexandra could possibly be the reincarnation of one of her ancestors, since her birthmark is coincidentally similar to the old Coldwell family symbol used in the middle ages.

Although there isn't any evidence left of who was the "original owner" of the birthmark, neither of the people who they were destined to be with, which doesn't really matter to her at all, since she still thinks this "tattoo" was only a reminder of something stupid that she did that she doesn't want to be a part of it anymore.

Even after knowing that the possibility of seeing her "sOuLmATe" walking around town was possible, Alexandra never really cared about finding them. She preferred to have fun with as many people as she could instead of following her heart or whatever, she doesn't need anyone after all.

That's what she thought before noticing your birthmark. That symbol, that same exact symbol was placed on your skin, on YOU of all people. She has been bullying you ever since you entered the university but she had never EVER considered the possibility of you being her soulmate.

Even so, it does make a lot of sense! Ever since you entered the institution, you two had a weird connection that kept bringing each other closer although unconsciously. It felt like somehow she couldn't stop picking on you, and to you, it felt like there was no escape from her.

And it seems that your interpretation of your situation was correct, considering that now you are apparently bound to her with the same stupid destiny tattoo or whatever-

The fact that you are the one person she is bound to eternity is extremely humorous to her at first. It's both insulting and ironic that a nerd like you got the chance in a lifetime to be her soulmate, don't you feel lucky?

She will continue her bullying because obviously this is a great opportunity to show you your place, which is by her side no matter what you say or do. Alexandra believed that this was either a well crafted joke by the universe or just a cruel punishment to her, having someone like you be tied to her by love sounds so absurd…

And pretty fitting, in a way.

As time passed Alexandra started to grow closer to you, her bullying and general mean attitude had seemed to tone down as long as it was towards you. She seemed to have found a soft spot for you in her heart, but sadly, things don't always work like we plan them to.

You were disgusted by the fact ever since you realized it, how can you be stuck with her, of all people in the entire world? The soft feeling you get when you stand next to her doesn't help your case at all!-

Why of all people here, your bully has to be your soulmate? Maybe it was foolish of you to believe that when you finally found the one and only you would feel happy, maybe it was foolish for you to believe that the person you had fallen for once would be a actually gentle and caring person.

While Alexandra tried to get closer to you, you made your best efforts to get away from her as fast as you could. You didn't want to be near your bully specially when you just discovered that the reason you have continued to endure it for so long was because of the entire soulmate thing! Curse the stupid feelings that she gives you every time she is playful or soft towards you.

If you two had known each other in different conditions, this could all be a lot easier to deal with.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Adrien may look pretty unbothered on the outside, yet that is nothing but a facade to keep his reputation from instantly falling as he squeals in excitement. This is perfect for him.

Differently from his sister, who has a symbol that is almost reminiscent of the old Coldwell brand mark and that has granted her the "special sibling of the dual" statues, Adrien has a somewhat weird birthmark. Is quite simply a shield with cherry on top. Is simple, pretty basic even.

There were no data associating his birthmark to anyone in his family, so presumably he isn't a possible reincarnation as his sister is, which lead the family to favor her over him since his birthmark has no resemblance of anything related to the family's history or is it intriguing or fun to look at.

It's a simple mark. What's so good about it?

And that's exactly what they got wrong, it was the exact opposite of a simple mark. It had a great meaning to Adrien, it meant something so important to him that he has sworn to search for his soulmate because of it. Because no one seemed to take his birthmark seriously he felt compelled to actually understand what it could mean, and how could he use it to get closer to his special someone.

His sister seemed to be the only one who noticed how the neglect affected Adrien to the point he decided to put up a mask and hide his need for even a little bit of attention.

I wouldn't bat an eye if he was the one to actually find out about you two sharing the same birthmark first. He has been stalking you and harassing you for so long, it would make sense as to why he feels so good when he is in your presence or interacting with you.

Granted that your earlier encounters were just him being an ass and being pretty rude to you in class, but now it's different you know??

He is so glad to have found you, finally- He got too excited to even show you that you two had the same symbol glued in your skins, he just started acting differently one day.

One day, while you were at the university he literally just gave you a small gift and called you out on a date. It was pretty frightening seeing someone who doesn't smile a lot trying to express fondness through their menacing looking grin, you had instantly thought it was some sort of elaborate prank yet you couldn't stop yourself from simply following with his plan.

You just felt compelled to go with him, despite the fact he has been nothing but a childish bully towards you. You can imagine the surprise on your face when he actually came to pick you up and have a great time chatting over a simple meal at a expensive ass restaurant you could never afford-

While you were being paranoid and trying to see where the "punchline", the "climax" of his prank was, he was enjoying his time with you not even noticing the fact you looked at him with suspicion written in your face.

You ended up spelling out your confusion and distrust of his person, claiming that you didn't know what he had in-store for you, but if this was some sort of prank he should just get it done with because you needed to be back home soon.

He was so shocked at your statement that he almost felt his heart breaking at your words, the sudden realization that he hasn't shown you why he was acting so kindly towards you in the first place.

And that's when the whole night went from confusing to horrible. You felt genuinely bad that the truth about his kindness wasn't because of a genuine change of heart, but rather because of your soul connection.

But that revelation wasn't as bad as when you actually notice you catching feelings for him throughout this time he has been a douche with you. You realized the exact reason why you came here, HE had realized the exact reason you came here.

You felt yourself panicking, leaving the restaurant immediately, how can you be his soulmate even if he is such a jerk with you??

How can you tell if these feelings are due to a genuine interest or just the connection through souls?

Why does it hurt to think he is only being kind because of the effects the birthmark has on him?

Even if the birthmark represents a strong bond that can't even be broken by death itself, you felt genuinely concerned for this being a disingenuous love. Yet that brings the question: Why do you care so much? Isn't he just an asshole you met in your class?

While you left crying confused of the sudden wave of questions clouding your mind, Adrien was feeling that our void consumed him.

Apparently he was wrong about his expectations, he shouldn't have thrown a bomb at you so suddenly. Or maybe, you don't really love him at all, and don't want anything to do with him.

There is nothing left but a poor foolish man crying while making no sound in his fancy table.

🍋Delinquents🐛:

→ Jackson Macnee:

Not exactly the most obvious romantic lover in the world, Jack can be pretty "whatever" when it comes to these things. He didn't really believed in the idea of love at first sight, although he is the type to get instant crushes really fast-

Jack's birthmark it's surprisingly cool looking, a snake coiling itself on a branch. It's so funny how it looks like a natural tattoo, he even decided to not hide it at all since he liked the look of it. It's not uncommon for people to leave their birthmarks visible, but in the case of Jack he used to wear it in public as a real tattoo rather than a soulmate birthmark.

Whenever someone asked about it, he would lie saying it wasn't the real deal, and when it came to people asking "which one is it then?" he would tell them to fuck off. It's none of their fucking business, it's supposed to be a intimate thing, isn't it?

Jack believed that the symbol was something way too important to be shared out as a talking subject, so much so that he has considered many times covering his birthmark in public due to the prying eyes looking at it. Yet he wore it as a tattoo so he could find someone who would recognize it as their own symbol, and whoever didn't recognize it, didn't deserve to hear the truth.

Yeah, maybe he did take this a little too seriously. I mean how couldn't he? It's something that dictates whoever the fuck he is supposed to be with, yeah people can go around and sleep with or date whoever they want, yet he felt compelled to wait and see what would happen.

To see if someone in the crowd would recognize it and talk with him, so he could see how this whole shenanigan works. And of course, his plan did work out eventually, as he caught you staring at him for way too long.

He thought you were confusing him with someone else, but having someone like you stare at him for so long was starting to annoy him- So of course, he rudely asked you what the hell did you want.

You were surprised by the harsh tone, yet not completely taken back by it. You seemed confident that his "tattoo" was clearly the same birthmark that you had.

You… Surprised him. You were so confident and comfortable with telling a total strangeville that you two were destined to be together or whatever. It's not everyday that you see someone so straightforward, so he decided to see how far this would go- He asked:

"- And…?"

"- I don't know- I haven't thought about it to be honest-" You said looking at him deadpanned. You were telling the truth though, you didn't really expect to find not only a person with a similar birthmark to you but to legit be right about them being your soulmate. You had met so many people with the "snake coiled in a branch" tattoo that you almost thought it was some sort of joke from the universe (it shouldn't even be possible for so many people to have the same coincidental tattoo!).

You started to introduce yourself and ask for his name and where he was going- It felt weird to be receiving so much attention out of nowhere by someone he doesn't know- Well, more accurately someone he had just met but still feels like he knows for years.

If you're so interested to know him and… I don't know, do whatever soulmates are supposed to do- He can totally do that right about now-

I mean, he doesn't have anything to do right now, and although he may not show it he is kinda interested to see how this will work out. It's clear that there is something that connects you two yet he would prefer to get to know what type of person you are. Even if he is low-key already digging this nonchalant attitude from you, he is a little worried that you may be a little gremlin in disguise.

Jack acts so careful around you that sometimes it's hard to tell if he is enjoying himself or if he just genuinely doesn't trust you for some reason. Even if he is loving every second of getting to know you, the lack of affection being expressed from his part makes you question if this is really what destiny has instore for you.

Hopefully he'll be able to open himself up before you think this won't work out at all.

→ Janette Sartorius:

Janette is a hopeless romantic woman. It doesn't help that her whole entire life she grew up dreaming about this moment.

Her birthmark is simplistic yet it meant the entire world to her-. A sword stuck on a rock as the laces that decorate the sword fly in the wind. It really did look like a tattoo, some people had even questioned her if that was her real birthmark or just a tattoo she made to look cool.

To some it may seem like a cool little symbol to have on her skin, yet to her it feels like there is something more to it. A meaning, a dream, a memory perhaps?

Ever since she was young she loved the stories of knights and princesses, she started to associate that image of the sword with that dream of being someone else's knight. It was charming to her and it seemed like she hasn't grown out of that phase ever since.

The first impression is the one that lasts, right? So the only way to meet her darling is to have a big entrance. It's not like she isn't ready at any time, it's just that she hoped that for all the good luck in world to not make her look stupid infront of whoever had the same birthmark as her.

Fortunately for her, her wishes were granted as in a brilliant moment of pure fucking convinient plot coincidence as she not only managed to impress you, but to also feel like the knight she so badly wanted to be.

She got her glorious moment after defending you from another classmate that was harassing you, to which she only got to enjoy after she looked over at you and not only instantly thought you looked pretty hot in her eyes and also saw that familiar image on the back of your hand.

It was pretty much love at first sight, which was literally bound by the universe to happen. I mean, can't you see this?? This perfect scene, the fact that she didn't need to look at your birthmark to see how gorgeous you were and to even be able to help you get up-

It was perfect! It felt perfect, it was even better than what she had dreamed of. The only thing to spoil this sweet moment between soon to be lovers was the bell ringing and you turning your back and running to class after whispering a shy "thank you bye". She couldn't even say her name, or ask your name, or even show you her own birthmark!

The only thing you left was a tiny notepad you forgot to pick up. There were scribbles here and there talking about some class assignments and source material for your studies.

It felt like you were Cinderella running away and leaving the crystal heel so she could pick it up and find you later on. It made her heart flustered at the comparison, it was all coming along so well.

She recognized which was the subject that your notepad was referring to, and soon went to find your class where she could hopefully find you and give it back.

But when she reached your class at lunchtime she didn't find you anywhere inside, only a couple of your classmates were there. She asked everyone she could to see where you were, like she was interrogating them over a crime scene because of how desperate she looked.

It felt like an endless chase to find you, people had given her vague or useless information over and over again. Some were playing a prank on Janette and others genuinely didn't know enough about you to know where you could be.

From the information she gathered around, you were a silent study all day type of person. She heard that you didn't enjoy it at all but you felt the need to try your hardest to be able to pass in your exams. Janette heard that you were shy and tended to keep yourself away from genuinely getting involved with people, which led to people considering you a weirdo and to bullying you over this.

It was a terrible reason to treat someone so loveable so badly yet it didn't surprise her since the institution was an absolute mess, if delinquents like her can go around and burn shit down, then clearly that was something wrong with the educational system.

Yet she didn't give up even for a second, she needed to find you, she needed to talk with you and tell you about your destiny together (and trying not to sound so desperate as she was-). Her efforts were compensated by finally finding you and being able to give you the notepad back.

It was so heartwarming to hear you say thank you again and being able to introduce herself properly, yet there was something different about this conversation. You seemed… worried of her presence, disturbed by it, concerned of her being so close and breathless next to you.

She thought you were startled by the sudden approach, after all you were a shy ball, right? That's why- That's why you got so shocked when she said you two were meant for each other, right? That's why you seemed so surprised after she showed you her birthmark.

O-Of course you weren't distancing yourself out of fear, right? Even if your eyes look so freaked out, it was probably because of how sudden the situation was right?

You didn't actually fear her, right? She knows she can be a bit intimidating, but-

But there is no way you're afraid of your own soulmate, right? There is no way she is scaring her own darling away, that was impossible…

You didn't mean it when you said you were "too busy with studying to think about getting a relationship", did you? She- She must had heard it wrong-

What type of fuckin excuse is that?? What moron says that to a person who they're literally bonded with forever?!

Janette was visibly shaking, her expression was of pure anger which didn't really surprise you as you expected her to get mad at such a terrible excuse. You didn't lie about being busy studying, you lied about not wanting to date her because of it. You were afraid of her because of her reputation, you didn't want anything to do with a delinquent, or a leader of a biker gang, or anyone so hot headed for that matter! It was ironic how your soulmate was literally the one person you wanted to be away from, even if you did feel a little more protected in her presence.

Actually, you would be lying if that encounter wasn't so… Romantic, in a way.

Yet it doesn't help that just the idea of getting rejected is making her look so violent, she hasn't even spoken anything or even raised her hand, yet there is a clear "nope" flag hanging over her head- You didn't say no! You just- You just don't know how you feel about this, is too sudden-

You fail to find the right words to tell her and hopefully calm her down, instead you just cowardly distance yourself and slowly slipping your back against the wall so you can make yourself seem smaller, unconsciously trying to showcase how terrified you were and how you you literally regretted every word that had ever come on out of your mouth.

Of course she was mad, but more because of the situation than of you actually- I mean, she has been waiting for this moment her whole life! How… How can anyone say something like that to their own soulmate for fucks sake?! How can you not feel the same spark that she feels by just talking with you? Is she in the wrong for wanting to jump straight to the "Happy ever after" of your story together? Maybe she is coming off way too strong about this, is this why you're being so stubborn?

When she manages to calm herself before saying something she would regret it, the look that you give her tells her that she really, really messed up this introduction part.

It hurts her to think you're scared of her, yet what hurts more is the fact she almost screwed this whole up for you two, you just need… some time to know her, right? To understand her, and so she can understand you.

She'll try to comfort you, yet is clear that she isn't the best at comforting people, but- But please! Please let her try!!

Let her try to be your knight in shining armour, dearest.

Even if you don't like the idea of spending time with her, I think you don't have a say in the matter. You'll stay by her side and you will see how you two were made for each other, you'll see.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

#yandere #sheep stuff #yandere oc #sheep's stuff #yandere x reader #yandere bully #yandere twins #yandere oc headcanon #yandere delinquent #yandere bully x reader #yandere delinquent x reader #yandere soulmate au #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request #yandere scenario #yandere ocs scenarios #yandere scenarios

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vieechie · 3 years ago

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n7punk · 4 years ago

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'catcher' Fic Notes

EDIT 31/1/21: I came back and edited this a little to fall more in line with how I do these fic notes now, but this was the original and it has developed a lot.

i’m bored, and i still have so many thoughts and feelings about catcher, so i thought i would do a little post with a bunch of facts about it that never made their way into the fic or its notes since there was just so much going on already

The actual name of the fic is catc(her) as in “catch her” referring to recurring theme of Adora chasing after Catra. In the show this is literal with Catra often luring Adora away to chase her in battle, but it is also less literal in how Catra is often running, hoping Adora will chase after her (choose her). It’s kind of a recurring theme in my She-ra fics and it especially fit with this one where Adora has spent five months trying to catch up with Catra and get her to stay long enough to hear her out - she just kept saying stupid shit before she could get there. Calling it catcher also references the Foxcatcher wrestling team, like I mention in the first end note.

In chapter one Adora mentions that she can’t get off without Catra, and then Catra expands on that by saying she can, she just struggles to get off without a partner. That is a really quick summary of the true thing that was going on there: Adora is a total service top, and to me, with all her hangups about ignoring her own needs, for her to get off she needs to know she is causing her partner pleasure. This means she can get off on fantasies about taking care of her partner - but she could not do that in catcher because she would have to think about Catra in order to get off, and every time she thought about it she was consumed with guilt and had to stop. After a while she just gave up. The bathroom was only the second time she had managed to get off since they broke up - she managed to power through her guilt one time when she was wound really tight.

I made Drunk Catra like a cat high on catnip almost exclusively because I have never actually been drunk, only tipsy, and even that has been years, so I honestly did not know what to write for that. I know how drunk people act externally, but I didn’t know how to write from that perspective, so I thought it would be cute to go the catnip route instead. I have now decided this is Catra would act when drunk in canon too because I think it is fucking hilarious. I wouldn’t have actual catnip get her high, though.

As far as the “Scorpia ditching Catra at the party goes” it was supposed to kind of mirror her leaving in season four, but here’s what actually happened in her defense: Scorpia drove Catra and Entrapta to the party from practice. Scorpia had been driving Catra to and from practice every day since she doesn’t have a car and they live together. It was easy to assume Scorpia would drive her home after the party, but they never actually discussed it. Catra decided she wanted to drink at the party because it was not offering enough of a distraction for her, and then Adora showed up immediately and she decided she wanted to get wasted. Scorpia had one shot with Catra at her insistence, but she was sober, as was Entrapta. Entrapta’s girlfriend Emily was supposed to pick her up after the party in Darla, so even if Scorpia could not drive Catra home she assumed she would be safe going back to Entraptra’s and Emily’s place. She left Catra with Entrapta, and then Catra realized she was an inch from a break down and told Entrapta she was going to call a rideshare and go home. She didn’t know her phone was dead until she went outside and Adora found her.

Remember how I talked about chapter 8 turning out nothing like I intended? Instead of their love confession (which was supposed to happen in chapter 10, after winning the game, and then there was going to be some angst of Catra worrying it was just the adrenaline rush, and then the smut was going to be borderline makeup sex of Adora showing her no, I fucking mean this. That’s where the idea for how their proposal would go came from), they were supposed to instead have a “confrontation” where Catra admitted she had been breaking into the apartment for the entire five months to water the plants on the balcony. This is not canon anymore, hence why it was cut as it just did not fit with the fic, but the idea was she would let herself in with her key, get water from the kitchen, and then go straight to the balcony to water them and leave. She felt super guilty about it every time because it felt like a violation, but she never did anything else or looked around while she did it, and she just needed to pretend everything was fine, and Adora was about to come home, and they were still together for the 2 minutes it took. She could justify it to herself because she knew Adora would not remember to water them or notice and she was fucking right lol. An excerpt: “I have, um, a confession, and then I swear we will be caught up on the last five months, at least on my end.”

In the very first note of the fic I said Adora was this AU’s equivalent of the Lindbergh Baby and then was SHOCKED no one asked me about it. It’s alluded to later when Catra muses that they thought Shadow grew Adora in a lab because she seemed the “eugenics type” but Shadow actually kidnapped Adora as a baby, kind of like in the show. She managed to get her to be her legal foster baby later, but Adora was the child of a famous athlete who was proponent of eugenics. Shadow thought his child must be the perfect athlete either biologically or from interference, and so stole Adora. That’s like, super dark and never made it into the fic mostly because Adora and Catra never find out, but it is a true piece of worldbuilding I had in my mind from the very start.

I literally did not know what net-ball was until chapter four, and then I had to scramble to invent a sport that fit with all the random sports-sounding nonsense I had already spouted. My knowledge of sports is limited to what I learned about hockey and the NHL from Check, Please! and that’s literally it.

The fact that Glimmer is very weirdly rumoured to be Adora’s new partner is a reference to some meta on the fic. I’ve mentioned how this fic started as a dream, and in that dream Glimmer and Bow were longtime partners, but when they brought Adora in she was only really effective with Glimmer. Perfuma was on Bright Moon, and Bow and Perfuma ended up being re-paired together (like their dates at Princess Prom). This meant that Bright Moon had two effective duos rather than one HIGHLY effective duo, however, so they were really eager to get Catra to come in and reinstate the old duos.

In the initial outline of the fic (aka my dream) after the fight with the team, Shadow suspected the truth and showed up at their apartment to catch Catra in violation of her contract. They called the police, and Shadow basically tried to break down their door. She was arrested, and when they ran her fingerprints, they found out she was using a false identity and was on the run from a child neglect/murder investigation after a child she used to coach died. Hordak KNEW this and actually helped cover it up so he could have her as coach since she was highly effective at it. This got Shadow thrown in jail and the Horde suspended from the league, freeing Catra from her contract. Yeah remember when I was joking about how “we haven’t even reached the murder yet” in the tags? That’s what I was referring to. Obviously that did not fit the tone of the fic, but it is how it happened in my dream. A lot changed from dream to writing.

I’ve said how much the characters possessed me and just completely wrote this fic themselves (which is how literally every one of my fics is written) but I did not realize HOW MUCH they had done this until I was writing chapter nine and I got the idea for Scorpia to have always known, and for why the team was so mad at Catra. I wrote that, and then realized I had already foreshadowed this in chapters five and seven (both of which I had already posted), despite having no fucking clue I was going to do it. I added a bit in chapter eight to lead to it because I hadn’t yet posted it, but I really had no clue that was happening until after I did it. The characters were just doing their shit and not telling me about it.

I’ve mentioned this replying to comments before, but this fic was initially supposed to be a slowburn fic spanning 3 months. The party hookup was supposed to happen when they had been apart for 5 months, but Catra was supposed to have another 3 months left on her contract after that - I changed this pretty quickly when I saw the trajectory of the fic was changing, but I still kind of wrote myself into a corner where they would have to be apart for another month because they just got together so fast. That’s why Catra has 2 months left in chapter 1, and then it is revealed to actually be 6 weeks in chapter 4 - just because I realized I needed to close the gap as much as possible, and that was a way to do it without being contradictory. Catra was actually supposed to wake up mad, make out with Adora a little, and then storm out. It would then kick into gear her starting to text Adora again because it made her realize how badly she missed her. They would then meetup/hookup once or twice before the chapter four explanation happened, and then continue to meetup, getting more tender each time, a few more times before they properly got back together. Catra and Adora DID NOT COOPERATE with this plan. The second Adora admitted she thought she had taken advantage of Catra the whole thing changed because Catra may have been fucking pissed at Adora at the time, but she would never let her keep on thinking that, and she needed to comfort her. That moment of comfort is what really opened the gateway for their sit-down and get back together.

Horde Prime (Mr. Prime) is the owner of the Horde, Hordak is the manager, and Shadow Weaver is the coach. Angella is the owner and manager of Bright Moon, and Castaspella is the coach. There were initially multiple scenes including Casta, but they all got cut when this fic moved from a slowburn to a fucking roller coaster.

Almost the entire fic was written with folklore on repeat. I know that seems bizarre given the folksy tone of the album versus the horny/aggressive tone of the fic, but a lot of the fic is about trauma and folklore is about stories and their effects, so I think it actually kind of makes sense why it worked out that way.

Anyway that’s all I can think of, I swear I’m probably done with this fic now. Thank you to every who read and commented!

As a bonus, here is a scene I cut due to deciding I wanted this conversation to take place in person rather than via the phone but I enjoyed it so have a draft snippet.

Adora notices her eyeing the notification on her screen. "Bad news?" she asks, bringing her plate over to the table.

"Let's find out," Catra replies, unlocking her phone.

>> Please don't be mad at me

"Hang on, I'm about to be mad at Scorpia," Catra tells her, putting her fork down to type out a question back.

#long post #catcher #JESUS THIS GOT LONG #like i said i still have a lot of Thots despite it being done #this is why every end note on this fic was a fucking mini essay lol #i cut them DOWN #ficmeta #fic notes

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part 2 of my ideal s13 episode concepts, assuming yaz is the sole companion:

(they’re getting Very Long, so i may go back and fill out the original concepts!)

13.6 - The Angels Take Los Angeles: the vibe is very stylized, kitschy hollywood meets the ominous high stakes of the weeping angels. ep begins with yaz tardis skyping ryan, saying thirteen has been weirdly distant again. thirteen overhears, decides that they need some FUN. they wind up in roughly 1998. montage w/ music of: selfie at the hollywood sign, buying souvenirs at the big farmer’s market, the star walk (and thirteen listing every celebrity she’s met,) and finally, the griffith observatory, where they see a planetarium show. thirteen laments that they came before the samuel oschin planetarium was built, yaz leans in & whispers that’s alright, i’ve got the real thing anyway.

the day winds down, yaz decides to broach the doctor’s Mardy Mood when suddenly, thirteen sees a sculpture that definitely wasn’t built by sculptors during the depression era. they discover the angels want something stored in the observatory—a power source. thirteen is caught in grief and manages to explain more about the ponds than just “the angels are very dangerous, trust me.” yaz devises the plan that traps the angels. with help from an interning grad student who knows the building, they save the day together.

back in the tardis, thirteen apologizes for being cagey. they have a good conversation about friendship, support, and boundaries. when yaz goes to sleep, thirteen nearly calls the shadow proclamation to turn in the power source, but hesitates. she takes out her mysterious device.

final shot: a familiar figure watches the parked tardis from a distance, wistful & contemplative. she taps the vortex manipulator on her wrist and vanishes.

13.7 - Ice Age........2! yaz and thirteen on an alien planet experiencing an extinction event. the tone is contemplative, not too heavy. bright blue tones. icy landscapes. yaz brings up the possibility of global warming, but thirteen isn’t sure that’s happening this time. it’s important to note: they’re wearing giant parkas & thirteen has a backpack in the shape of a smiley face.

they wind up on a science base run by humanoid aliens. one of the scientists, a stern older woman, is a famous guest star. she advises them to move on: the scientists have exhausted all options. they’re having an “end of the world party” before the last transport arrives to them to a spaceport colony. the scientists invite yaz & thirteen to join; both are incredulous that the team is just giving up.

yaz joins the party to get more info while thirteen snoops around the base. they play card games; something similar to DDR, play music, eat dehydrated food. she offers them a new pair of eyes, and they vehemently turn her down. she learns about how a red giant stole their first planet and how this one will become uninhabitable despite their efforts. she also learns about this team-turned-family; old and young, with diverse backgrounds. when they talk excitedly about their spaceport plans, yaz is taken aback.

meanwhile, thirteen is searching for answers. we can hear the party in the other room. she tests (eats) the soil, she tests the ice. she finds an anomaly and the shot cuts to the tardis; thirteen in front of her mysterious device, carefully siphoning from the power source the angels wanted in 13x6. she shows yaz her plan excitedly. the sun, yaz, it’s too far away. if we use this to nudge the planet’s coordinates just a bit to the left, that’ll buy them time.

yaz is thrilled at first, but then hesitates halfway through planning. do they have that time? i mean, how will that affect their timelines?

thirteen is teetering on the edge of timelord victorious; this time, however, there’s no explosions or loud background music. just muffled party chatter and thirteen, tense at the shoulders. she goes: she’s run through the diagnostics, of course she has! yaz couldn’t possibly understand, this will buy time and won’t impact the timeline significantly. this will work.

yaz looks right at thirteen, asks if this is about gallifrey, what happened when she left the fam. i was there, doctor. i saw it burning. thirteen is still tense, her hands are fidgeting. it’s not the same, yaz. when we can help, we do.

yaz paces. she looks out the window. shot cuts outside to the still, icy cold planet. it’s silent. back inside: yaz sits next to her. i know it’s not, but. i’ve saved earth plenty with you. and i know these kinds of endings. i used to...not care if my own world ended before.

thirteen is startled out of timelord victorious mode. she’s awkward again, but her hands are still. her eyes are deep-set, serious. there’s no universe without yaz. she squeezes her hand and softly says i didn’t know. i’m sorry.

yaz squeezes her hand back, accepting her apology. they talk about her past a bit; the urge to keep moving forward despite overwhelming emptiness. it’s hard to celebrate something like that, she thinks aloud. maybe this is what they need to move on. maybe this is why we’re here this time, so someone else remembers.

in thirteen’s responding stare: this isn’t gallifrey. this isn’t the timeless child, sacrificed to build the timelords. quieter than usual but definitive, almost stern, thirteen says this time, everybody lives. she powers down the lab, pockets the power source, and lets yaz lead her back into the party.

montage of the party: raucous & weighty, a wake. thirteen is subdued at first, until someone challenges her to DDR. yaz challenges her next. they listen to stories about the planet, about their families. someone challenges thirteen to shots until they realize alcohol doesn’t really affect her. montage winds down into thirteen by the open sun roof, talking to guest star about the sun anomaly.

guest star laughs, not unhappy at all. of course we found it! can’t do too much about bloody gravity, can we, traveler?

lasts shot of the party scene: thirteen watching yaz—curious, a bit affectionate, now that the lights are dim and no one can bear witness—before turning her head up to the stars. we see a flash of timelord victorious before her expression becomes oddly serene. that’s us. a couple of travelers.

as the scene ends, the camera pans out; beautiful shot of the tardis on a sheet of ice, underneath double moons.

the next morning; yaz rushes into the tardis with an idea. the transport vehicle arrives for the team; yaz exchanges goodbyes. the doctor bounces around the console, finishing the idea: a digital time capsule that will survive nearly anything the universe throws at it. they give it to the Stern Lady Guest Star, who is bemused; she asks where they’ll bury it. yaz suggests they carry it with them.

second-to-last shot: thirteen and yaz helping the transport leave. buttons to push, etc. they wave. they watch the transport leave the atmosphere; low, but hopeful music playing. huddled together in their parkas, thirteen takes a deep breath. after a few seconds, yaz gestures with her head to leave.

last shot: wide view of the landscape, music still playing; we see two figures following their own footsteps back home to the tardis.

we hear slightly muffled voices: think i could go for some good weather, how about space florida?

you know, i’m sort of feeling sheffield, 2021. tea at mine? dad isn’t cooking, i promise.

oi, i like your dad’s cooking. it...

fade-out.

13.8 - “Yasmin” - found footage style, we follow yaz making video diaries ostensibly for her sister to watch later. the tone starts out light: first shot is her bedroom, and we follow her all the way to the games’ room. she points to a wii remote. i beat her at mario kart yesterday, don’t let her say otherwise. (today it’s Yaz’ TARDIS.)

she enters the console room where thirteen is tinkering, goggles on and a bit greasy. there’s banter. for a moment we see thirteen as yaz sees her: hair askew, bright smile, glowing in the light of the tardis, engine grease on her cheekbone. there’s a “you’ve got something on your nose” moment.

then, of course, someone in need of help pings the tardis. well, the doctor. she gets a text that says “help us, doctor,” which is all sorts of curious. yaz flips the camera to herself and says: “alright sonya, you ready for this?” while the doctor gives a cocky grin to the camera. the tardis leaves the time vortex with a great jolt, the opening credits run.

they land in front of a rickety farm house. the gate swings, ominously. a cow moos. the camera takes the scene in; thirteen pops up to give trivia about the era, which is.....earth, approximately 2014. britain.

yaz makes a face at the camera before they open the door.

the house seems regular, aside from abandoned; there’s a plate of molding food on the table. an outfit laid out on a bed, covered in cobwebs. scans turn up a “particle curiosity” in the air, but no one who could have sent a text message.

they decide to spend the night in the house, just in case. thirteen puts up sensors. they sit next to each other on the couch; yaz sets the camera on the table and there’s some planning before the camera abruptly goes dead.

we pick up later into the night—yaz is asleep. thirteen pulls a blanket over yaz; the footage starts skipping strangely, lines and shadows and distortions. she offers apologies to sonya; the censor picked up something and she’s modified the camera.

just as thirteen starts to awkwardly smalltalk about dimensional fragmentation camera censors, there’s a piercing shriek, more distortions. yaz wakes up; there’s scrambling and then: a face, screaming, glowing blue eyes.

the genre abruptly careens into found footage-style horror. yaz gets the figure to chase her around the house, nearly taunts it, until thirteen can hold it off with a Barrier that won’t last. yaz and thirteen argue about their mutual appetite for recklessness, thirteen’s duty of care, yaz’s protectiveness. the camera is abandoned, viewing them from an odd angle. it catches thirteen’s hand reaching for yaz, pulling back before yaz notices.

through clues in the house & rebooting an abandoned iphone, they discover what happened in this house. a young woman, a teacher—vivacious and funny if her texts are anything to go by—moved into this house ten years ago. then, she vanishes without a trace.

thirteen recognizes the date she disappears but doesn’t know why. the figure breaks in, forcing them down into the basement. there, they happen upon a gruesome sight that shocks thirteen: a powered down toclafane from the simm!master arc in s4.

she realizes that the date corresponds to the original paradox—and realizes that the creature is the vestiges of the young teacher, trapped by dark matter in a paradox that shouldn’t exist anymore. yaz mentions she used to have a nightmare about the orbs as a young kid every night for a week.

there’s Plot Stuff as they figure out how to fix the paradox for good. turns out, the creature is mad at the doctor, but thirteen won’t shoulder this burden for the master. he orchestrated that and thirteen did the best she could. she’s too angry to connect; it’s yaz who connects to the young woman left in the creature. who wanted her own adventures. she’s afraid of dying for good. yaz says she’s sorry, and the creature believes her.

the camera is abandoned on the table. the distortions have stopped. the sun rises. there’s a fast forward and yaz & thirteen are at the kitchen table, drinking “coffee.” (it still tastes good, anyway.) the aftermath of an argument. they mention the master. before the camera dies again, thirteen asks yaz if she has any new nightmares. she’s soft.

the last scene: yaz and sonya curled up together on the bed. sonya is shook. yaz is like, yeah i told you it was a lot. but sonya is shook because she had the same nightmare as a kid too. she asks if the doctor meddles too much, if they’d all be safer if she weren’t around.

yaz contemplates. she says: nothing in the universe is safe. she can’t save everyone, neither can i. but we try. and i feel safe with her. in more ways than one.

sonya teases yaz about a crush. yaz goes “no way!” but looks briefly devastated.

before they fall asleep, yaz remembers something. she asks sonya if she can borrow her phone.

ending credits: found footage of thirteen singing taylor swift on the tardis, doing some repairs with her greasy goggles on. yaz laughs.

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