#consistent writing style??? never heard of her

[harrysfolklore]

Can you write a blurb where y/n is pregnant and she and harry are at a family party or something and everyone keeps touching her bump and she’s very uncomfortable, and harry comforts her? Xx

as usual, i hated the ending for this but i hope you guys like it 🥲 let me know your thoughts and thanks for the request <33

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

GIF BY @whatsthereinthename

The world was going crazy over Harry Styles becoming a dad.

And the fact that the picture he posted on his Instagram to announce it gathered over 30m likes, making it the 10th most liked picture on the platform’s history proved it.

However, his millions of fans all over the world weren’t the only ones feeling absolutely ecstatic over his wife being pregnant with his first child, his family was also losing their minds over the news.

The Styles family loved YN to pieces, and not only Harry’s nuclear family consisting of his mom and sister, his extended family including aunts, uncles, cousins and even family friends had grown to love the girl over the years. So when Anne called up to invite them over for one of her famous get togethers, they were over the moon because they knew the couple would be there and they would catch a glimpse of a pregnant YN for the first time.

“You ready, love?” Harry said as he entered their shared bathroom where his wife was applying the finishing touches to her makeup.

“I am, just need to spray on some perfume and I’m good to go.” She said as she turned around to face her husband, and when Harry got a proper look at her his breath almost hitched in his throat.

She looked absolutely breathtaking with her navy blue sundress and the brand new bump that adorned her body.

Harry swore that he had never seen someone more beautiful.

“Look at you, darling.” Harry simply said, putting a hand on his chin, looking at her almost in disbelief.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” YN joked for a moment, battling her eyelashes at him.

“No, you’re just the most gorgeous woman on this earth.”

“And you’re a total sap, let’s go, I don’t want us to be late.”

The car ride to Anne’s house was nice, their favorite soft tunes and small talk filled the air until they got there, and before getting off the car, Harry took a moment to reassurance his wife about the evening.

“If you feel uncomfortable or want to rest let me know immediately, okay? I don’t want you or baby to be overwhelmed.”

She pecked his lips softly before speaking, “We’ll be good, don’t worry.”

They got off the car and we’re instantly met with Anne waiting for them by the door, a fond smile on her face at the sight of two of her favorite people.

“I’m so happy you made it,” she said as he hugged Harry first, “Darling! You’re absolutely glowing!” she hugged her daughter-in-law, gently caressing her bump.

“Thank you, Anne. It’s so good to see you.”

The three of them headed to the backyard where the rest of the guests were mingling, and once YN stepped foot all eyes were on her, complimenting how beautiful her bump looked.

“YN darling! Long time no see!” one of Harry’s aunts approached her, hugging her before placing a hand on her bump.

At this, she immediately tensed, not used to anyone aside from Harry touching her bump.

Harry noticed it and he placed a hand on her back protectively before speaking, “We’re going to sit down for a bit, the missus is a bit tired from the drive here.”

Once they were seated next to Gemma and her boyfriend Michal, YN squeezed Harry’s leg gently and gave him a soft smile, as a way to thank him for his previous action.

The evening went on smoothly, they ate Anne’s delicious food and engaged with family they haven’t seen in a while.

However, every time someone came close to YN, trying to touch her bump or just invade her personal space, she grew more and more uncomfortable.

“Your bump is getting so big!”

“Is the baby kicking yet?”

“I miss having a baby bump.”

Were some of the comments YN had heard all day long, and by the time another of Harry’s aunts tried to approach her, she had enough and quickly exited the backyard before she could reach her.

“Love? Are you okay? Saw you running away back there.”

Harry’s voice made its way to her ears, she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back facing him.

“I’m okay, just needed a breather.” She said, her eyes closed and still not facing him.

“Hey,” Harry slowly approached her, standing next to her but not touching her, “Can you look at me please?”

YN slowly turned around, and once Harry saw her watery eyes with tears threatening to come out, he pulled her to his chest.

“What’s going on, love? What made you upset?”

YN took a few breaths before speaking, “I just, I’m not used to anyone but you touching my bump and being close to me, and your aunts have been all over me all evening and I guess I got overwhelmed,” she sniffed before continuing, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be rude to your family but these hormones are acting up.”

“It’s okay love, nothing to apologize for,” he pecked her forehead softly, “Do you want to get out of here, we can leave now.”

“No, we don’t have to leave,” YN interrupted him, “Can you just, stay next to me when we go out there? I feel safer when you’re close.”

Harry almost melted at her words, and she grabbed her chin and kissed her lips softly.

“Of course, my love. I’ll always make sure you and baby feel safe and comfortable.”

And with a final shared kiss, they headed out again, Harry staying by YN’s side the entire time, making sure she and his baby were always safe.

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[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

A ramble on imposter syndrome and the accessibility of witchcraft

So, I’ve been thinking. I think a lot in case you haven’t noticed. Specifically, I’ve been thinking about the major imposter syndrome I’ve been feeling lately in regards to this blog. TL;DR is at the bottom of this post.

People have been, occasionally, sending me asks requesting my opinion on things/how I do things/what I know about XYZ topic. If you are one of these people, I promise I’m not vagueposting about you in particular- in fact, I love these questions! They’re so fun to get and they actually make me sit and think sometimes, or even encourage me to write out something that I’ve been meaning to for my book of shadows. Genuinely, they're wonderful asks to receive. These questions have made me confront something, however; my blog is still small, but some people actually like what I write and value my opinion even if just a little. 

I feel like a mimic hiding in the witchcraft community. I feel like, were people to truly understand my experiences, they would want to “expose” me for knowing so little.

So I sat down with those feelings and turned it over in my head and I’ve come to a conclusion. The fact is, I don’t do research. At least- not what I think of when people talk about research. My "research" consists of the occasional rabbit hole I go down, one and two halves of different books I never finished under my belt, what I see scrolling through various social medias, and conversations I've had with other witches. I check to make sure I'm not stepping on the toes of any closed practices- in fact, that's what most of my energy goes to when it comes to research. This isn't a complaint; I'd much rather know that my craft isn't appropriative.

But I don’t know much about mythology, even that of the deities I work with. I don't even remember the holidays and what they're for. I thought Nyx was an Egyptian deity until like four months ago because I'd just heard her name in passing as a child and had never looked into the mythology... Even though I mainly work with the pantheon she belongs to. Y’all, I’ve done like three spells that I remember. My book of shadows is a messy disaster and I love it but it's got so little information in it, because I rarely write things down. Most resources (especially mythology resources) are academically worded or difficult to read for me personally, and all of these things feel like secrets I have to guard with my life because if I were to ever say them aloud, people would know I'm a fraud.

Today I've come to the conclusion that that is, in fact, absolute bullshit.

Maybe it's not, maybe this post will make some people really upset, but in my practice it's bullshit. All of the above is a result of my ADHD and the fact that I am nothing if not a hands-on learner. My craft is mostly my own experiences because that's how my whole life is; I learn by doing. My ideal learning style is sitting with another autistic person whose special interest is whatever I'm learning about and just talking for five hours, but if that's not something I can do, puzzling it out myself is the next best thing. That's what I've been doing ever since I felt had a basic foundation for my craft. Hell, even before I had a foundation I was putting my own experiences into my craft because "Well that rule just doesn't fucking vibe with me."

This post is mostly for me, but partially for anyone who feels similar. We are not broken or doing witchcraft/paganism wrong. We are simply what happens when the kid who could never do homework ends up practicing the "religion/spirituality that comes with homework." Witchcraft and paganism, in my experience, is far from accessible when it comes to the typical image of it. UPG is what makes it accessible. So yes, my practice is heavily UPG, and I don't do as much research as I think people have assumed. But I'm going to let go of the idea that I'm a fraud, because frankly I know enough about witchcraft to have supported my practice this whole time and my deities haven't smited me yet so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TL:DR:

Fuck the rules, I don't do much research. I've researched the "basics" and what I need to so I'm not stepping on any toes of closed practices, but people seem to think I know way more than I actually do. I've felt like I was lying this whole time but frankly witchcraft just isn't accessible to someone with my flavor of auDHD, so my craft relies heavily on UPG and I've decided that I'm not broken or wrong for that and neither is anyone else. I'm tired of seeing myself as an imposter just because I make my practice doable for me.

[embercub]

An unexpected encounter

(DbD!Alucard x Fem!Reader)

First time writing for him, I hope I did alright, any tips on writing for him would be great!

The first thing Y/N thought was where the hell was she?

She was just at the county fair in her hometown and was about to leave to go back home when she somehow found herself in what seems to be a forest.

In the middle there was a giant worn down building, seemingly abandoned, and as she looked around, there was nobody in sight.

It felt like she was in some sort of horror movie, all that was missing was a creepy killer going after her.

But that's when she felt a small sharp pain as something go right by her cheek.

Bringing her hand up to her cheek, she pulled her hand away to see blood coating her fingers.

Then another one across her shoulder and arm.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as she began to run to the building, her bag making it hard to run.

Once she was inside, she looked around to find a place to hide from whoever was after her, but that's when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind some boxes.

An arm wrapped around her torso and a hand on her mouth to keep her quiet.

For a moment, she heard footsteps run up near where she and whoever was with her were hiding.

"Shit!" A voice growled as she heard something hit the ground before the footsteps ran off as she heard a loud noise from somewhere outside.

For a good moment, it was silent and she noticed that the hand that was over her mouth was gone.

"That was close." A low, soft voice spoke from behind her.

Looking back at who grabbed her, she was met with the glowing yellow eyes of a man that looked around her age, with long white blond hair.

She also noticed that the clothing he wore looked around the 18th century style that she saw in textbooks from history classes back in primary school.

He wore a black colored jacket consisting of side seams held together by four square brooches that run down vertically and a belt. Around his neck was a large white cravat. Over the jacket the man wore a long overcoat with a decorative pattern. And over his other garments was a cape that wrapped around both him and her since he had his arms wrapped around her.

"Are you alright?" The man asked, revealing his teeth, which also revealed a pair of long fangs.

'A vampire?!' Y/N thought as she pushed away from him and backed up to the wall, fear in her eyes.

The man took notice of this and raised his hands.

"It's alright, I do not mean you any harm." He gently spoke as he slowly knelt down next to her as he placed down a medkit, looking over the cut on her cheek and arms.

Opening the medkit, he took out some bandages and began to clean before wrapping her arm up and cleaned the cut on her cheek as best as he could.

Y/N couldn't help but blush a little as one of his hands gently gripped her chin while his other hand held a antiseptic towelette as he began to clean the cut on her cheek, which caused her to wince a little.

It was only a small wince but it was enough for the man to notice.

"My apologies that it stings, don't want it to become infected." He said as he finished cleaning the wound and put a gauze pad on it.

"Should be good until we get back to camp."

'Camp?' Y/N thought as she watched the man closed the medkit.

She didn't know what was going on, or where she was, but something in her told her she could trust this man.

Right at that moment, two more loud noises boomed outside, making the man smile for a moment.

"Three generators done, we should try to get another one done to help our other allies." He stood up and held his hand out to Y/N, who looked at him for a moment before slowly taking his hand and standing up with his help.

"Thank you." She quietly said as the two walked up to what she assumed was a generator.

As the man showed her how to fix it, she realized that she never got his name, and she didn't give her name either.

"Oh, um, I'm Y/N." She introduced herself as the two repaired the generator.

The man looked over to her for a moment before looking back.

"Alucard, I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but the circumstances could have been better."

Y/N smiled a bit as she began to help repair the gen.

She didn't know what was going on, but she felt that she could trust Alucard.

[sweetenerobert]

who’s line is it anyway

1.9k /dieter bravo x male reader

summary: during a table read, dieter’s thoughts trail off into more “important” things than a script in front of him.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, strong language, pwp, mention of drugs, dieter being a high mess, public sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in a, choking, let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble but knowing me and my writing style, a “drabble” consist of 800 words

also i would like to blame @morallyinept for this idea, the idea came from a post she made and i talked to her about it, and she made it 1000x better

one more thing: if your seeing this one of my exams are finally fucking done! celebration, ugh finally and hopefully you guys love this, trying to write and study was so fucking annoying, but i finally got this done

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“Here’s the thing,” You start, unlocking your legs from each other and placing your palms on the table. You push yourself onto the table, earning a wide-eyed expression from Dieter behind his sunglasses.

You kneel on the table — sitting on your calves, feet dangling off the table, slowly crawling towards Dieter like an animal stalking their prey. Dieter’s lips were apart as he looked at you in astonishment. “I don't care about some dumb table read when I’d rather —” You are face-to-face with Dieter, inches apart; with a simple push, your lips could collide.

Grabbing the temples of his sunglasses, you slowly slide them off Dieter’s shocked expression, closing the temples together and placing his sunglasses on the table. “When I’d rather have you fuck me on this table.”

Table reads were one of the things that Dieter dreaded — with a burning passion. Getting up so early in the morning just to read lines off a packet of stapled papers together, drinking shit coffee, and sitting around directors, executives, producers, and fellow actors/actresses he has to act to like.

Dieter was high, and he knew that it was the only thing going to make him go through this long, exhausting day. Through his sunglasses — that he didn't need to wear anymore, he could barely keep his eyes open his eyes. Dieter wanted to rest his head on the table underneath his hands and read the lines whenever he felt like it. But he was too busy looking at the people around him.

His gaze eventually lands on you as you are reading your lines. Dieter ultimately set his eyes on you. Dieter has a glimpse of recognizing you, but he was probably too high to remember it. As you stopped reading your lines, you smiled at the next person who had to read.

Dieter wished you never smiled; his cock was already throbbing in his pants — itching to be released. As he shifted the length of his cock in his pants, he noticed how concentrated and strong-headed you were. It made him want to bend you over the table more.

He yearned to know what noises your mouth made as he drove his cock into you. Dieter wanted to make you beg for more of his cock, made you want to plead for his cum. Thinking about you so much made Dieter’s cock twitch. He looked down and was annoyed that his cock wasn't getting the attention it deserved.

“Psst, D.”

Dieter heard a voice — your voice and looked up at you. You had this look on your face that you didn’t have before. It was seductive, enticing. He was shocked but just went with it.

“Yeah?” Dieter asked.

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven't you?” You questioned.

Dieter drew his lips in a thin line and shook his head. “Nope, got me confused with someone else.”

You scoff, crossing your arms and looking at him. Your legs cross, and you shake your foot in impatience.

“C’mon, D. I know bullshit when I smell it.”

Hearing you say the initial of his name made his cock twitch. He swore you heard it knock on the wooden table above his member.

“Okay,” Dieter shrugs and smirks. “Even if I was thinking about you, what could we do? We can't leave yet.”

“Here’s the thing,” You start, unlocking your legs from each other and placing your palms on the table. You push yourself onto the table, earning a wide-eyed expression from Dieter behind his sunglasses.

You kneel on the table — sitting on your calves, feet dangling off the table, slowly crawling towards Dieter like an animal stalking their prey. Dieter’s lips were apart as he looked at you in astonishment. “I don't care about some dumb table read when I’d rather —” You are face-to-face with Dieter, inches apart; with a simple push, your lips could collide.

Grabbing the temples of his sunglasses, you slowly slide them off Dieter’s shocked expression, closing the temples together and placing his sunglasses on the table. “When I’d rather have you fuck me on this table.”

You flashed a smile, and Dieter’s face looked like a deer in headlights. He glanced around him and noticed that no one was fazed by what you were saying — as if it were completely normal. “Are we going to fuck or what?” You shrug.

In one motion, Dieter collided his lips with yours, gripping your throat — a moan escaping your lips. Dieter was finally getting his wish, hearing what you sounded like under his touch. The kiss became more intimate than alluring and, suddenly, hungry. You both were two horny teenagers — couldn't get enough of each other, didn't want to let each other go.

Dieter stood up from his seat, kicking the seat out of his way — hand still gripping your throat, tiny moans left your throat with each kiss Dieter was devouring your face. Your lips tasted like strawberries, and Dieter couldn't get enough of your mouth, swirling his tongue in your mouth; he wanted to taste you inside and out.

You fixed your position on the table so that your but was planted on the table.

Dieter released his grip on your throat, his mouth moved from your lips and trails down your cheek, along your jaw, and then your neck. You gasp and moan with each kiss, suck and bite Dieter is bringing to your neck.

Your hands get tangled in his dark curls. His hair is like sand — sliding through your hands with no issue. You bring your fingertips closer to your palm as if feeling each follicle on Dieter’s head. His hand slid down to your waist and onto your leg. Dieter hooked his hand under your knee, bringing you closer to him, and he planted his lips back onto yours.

Your hand slides down from Dieter’s head to his cock. He groans in your mouth with how firmly your hand grabbed his member. “Damn, your hard as a fuckin’ rock. Should we let this monster about this cage?” You sneer. Dieter releases his grip on you and backs up to unbuckle his pants.

As Dieter is trying to shimmy his pants off in such a rush, he almost trips on his pants. You breathe a whistle out. “Damn, D. You fallin’ for me already?” You question. Getting his pants off, he looks up to see you — pantsless, cock throbbing, precum leaking through the slit of your cock, a smirk on your face.

A grin appears on Dieter’s face as he walks back to you, kissing you like his life depended on it. “You look so fuckin’ hot with your cock standing up like that,” Dieter growled.

“Says the one whose cock is rubbing against mine; it feelings fucking amazing.” You admit. Hearing you say these things made Dieter’s cock twitch. As your hands gripped the material of his shirt, you leaned back, Dieter following suit — Dieter’s body had pressed down on top of yours under the table. Two bodies melted together by intensity, heat, and tension. It was an art piece that Dieter was satisfied to be a part of.

Dieter backs up from your mouth as he glances down at his cock near your aching hole. You hold your legs with your hands, a grin on your face as Dieter glances at you. “What are you waiting for?”

Dieter positions his cock near your hole, a line of saliva leaving his mouth, connecting with the shaft of his cock — rubbing his spit to lube his cock up. Slowly pressing the tip inside you, a sharp exhale escapes your lips — a hiss leaving Dieter’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby. Your tight,” Dieter admits.

“Only the best for Dieter Bravo,” You wink.

Dieter, slowly stretching you out, made his cock into overdrive. His cock was twitching inside you — you felt it get bigger inside you with each slowly agonizing push. The base of his cock connects with your balls as they gradually shrivel. His hands grip your ankles as your nails create dents on your inner thighs.

Dieter backs his hips up and slowly pushes them towards you. A look of worry had ridden his face.

“D?” You question.

“Yeah, baby?” Dieter answers.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, do it the way you’ve always dreamed about.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod. “Use me, Dieter,” You grit.

A sneer spread across Dieter’s face as the grip on your ankles got tighter. A wave of pleasure rode your face as you felt how fast Dieter his thighs were clapping into you. Dieter enjoyed hearing the noises that escaped your lips; it was ecstasy, coke, anything for Dieter was better than any drug he could imagine. Hearing the claps, your moans, and your hands trailing his abdomen — Dieter’s mind went into overdrive; this feeling had beaten any high he’d ever experienced before.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I use you like this?” Dieter asks.

“F-fuck, yes, Dieter. I love it so much,” You groaned.

Your hands grip Dieter’s shirt — almost tearing the material under your nails. You pull Dieter towards you, lips intertwined, nose bridges fitting perfectly together. Dieter’s hands let go of your ankles — planted on the wooden table under both of you. His thrusts got more intense as you felt your cock twitch between the both of you.

Your moans landed in Dieter’s mouth as your moans became hitched with each thrust. Dieter could feel the table shift with each push of his pelvis.

“Baby, I need to get you pregnant, I need to cum so much.”

“Do it, Dieter,” You instigated. “Get me pregnant; I want your cum inside me.”

Dieter’s thrusts became more intense, non-human, bearing his teeth like a rabbit in heat. Your moans come out like music to Dieter’s ears — he couldn't get enough of your voice.

“Fuck, yes, Dieter. You’re hitting so deep!”

“God, I love it when you scream my name like that. You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” Dieter grunted.

Your nails claw Dieter’s back as his hands reach your waist. His hands melted on your waist as his lips connected with yours, his hips rutting into yours, your hole wrapping Dieter’s length, his grunts coming out as breaths in your ears.

“Baby, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” Dieter bear his teeth.

“Fucking hell, Dieter, just do it,” You groaned.

Dieter could feel himself getting closer with each thrust and each moan that was escaping your lips. He was a man obsessed.

“Fuck, Baby. Here it comes,” Dieter grunted.

“Dieter, Dieter,” You moan.

“Dieter.”

“Dieter.”

“Dieter,” Dieter shook his head and glanced around.

He noticed that you weren't on the table anymore; you were back in your seat, looking at him with confusion on your face. Not as if you were a moaning and sweating mess on the table just a couple of seconds.

Dieter glanced around and noticed everyone was looking at him; they seemed more eager than you. Dieter hated the stares everyone was sending, and he wanted to curse everyone out who was staring at him, but he was too confused about what had just happened.

“Dieter,” Dieter turned his head to see the director had been saying his name.

“That’s your line, buddy.”

Dieter scoffed and just looked at the script below him and read the lines he hadn't practiced. After Dieter had finished reading his lines, he was a grumbling mess. It sounded like he escaped a psychiatric hospital. His phone vibrating next to him took him out of his psychotic grumbling. His phone screen brightened the sunglasses on his face, and he saw a text from an unknown number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: i can tell you lost your train of thought thinking about me, if you want, we could meet up and make those thoughts a reality ;)

Dieter’s jaw almost dropped, but he managed to keep his cool; he picked his head up to stare at you. You had waited for the next person to read their lines, but you could feel Dieter’s eyes on you. Your eyes trailing to stare at Dieter’s and you flash him a wink and smirk.

Dieter’s cock twitched in his pants, and his face had heat rising faster than the speed of light. He was ready to take you on the table “again,” but for the first time in his life, Dieter was glad to be patient.

[fast-moon]

"Agatha All Along" and "PvP" vs. "Co-op" writing styles

Agatha All Along (née Coven of Chaos) is the show that, when announced, seemed like a hastily-concocted attempt to keep riding on the success of Wandavision and its break-out supporting characters, leaving everyone wondering, "But... what would they actually do?"

I really should have had more faith in Jac Schaeffer.

A frustration I have with certain writers, Steven Moffat in Doctor Who and Sherlock being a prime example of this, is when the writer feels like they're competing against their audience. I could call this the "PvP" form of writing: The audience is a newbie, and the author is a level 100 Dark Knight who immediately slaughters the noobs to show his dominance.

The author has an adversarial opinion of the audience, and their goal is to keep the audience guessing as long as possible. But also makes sure that none of those guesses are ever correct, because that means the audience has "beaten" the author. The author claims "victory" over them when they get to "the reveal" and no one had guessed it correctly.

This is usually done by feeding the audience red herrings, and leaving out a crucial piece of information that is only known by the main character, until it's time for the reveal. Either that or the overarching mystery is simply never solved at all, aside from the main character indicating they've gotten it all figured out but there's no time to explain.

Contrast that to how Jac Schaeffer handled Wandavision and Agatha All Along. These were written under the view that the audience is a partner in this story. The "co-op" form of writing. The audience is a newbie, and the author is a level 100 Dark Knight, and the author takes the noob under their wing and guides them through how the game is played until the noob gets it. The author is victorious once the noob doesn't need their help anymore and can figure it out for themselves.

This is usually done by feeding the audience breadcrumbs. Characters behave with consistency before the full reveal, but because not all the information is available to the audience yet, there are noticeable "quirks" to characters' behavior to clue in the audience that not all is what it seems. All the necessary pieces are given to the audience in plain sight, and if the audience is able to put them together before they're completely revealed, the final reveal is more of a congratulations for a job well done.

Sometimes I see complaints that if it's at all possible to guess the "twist" before it happens, then the story is "too predictable". But I'd argue that being at least somewhat predictable is a good thing to have in a story. It means the characters and world are behaving in a consistent way.

Contrast to the "PvP" manner of writing, where the characters "break all the rules" to solve their problems in unexpected ways. But I find this significantly less interesting, because it means the characters don't actually have to be innovative. Characters who have to devise solutions while working within the constraints of their universe are much more compelling than ones who effectively win with cheat codes.

And so that's why I really have to hand it to Jac Schaeffer. She gave us a twist in episode 7 that was wholly consistent with everything we'd seen up until that point, but then forced us to completely re-contextualize everything we just watched.

And then just to show off, in episode 8 she did it again.

I do hope that she continues to have a hand in the Vision Quest series, since I heard that project has since been passed to a different show lead. But if it means that Schaeffer has instead been given the green light to rescue Wanda from what Michael Waldron's PvP writing did to her in Multiverse of Madness, then maybe there truly will be glory at the end.

[blues824]

jade, floyd, malleus, trey, and rook with a reader who is like makomo from demon slayer? i just think she's the sweetest, despite her three minutes of screen time that consists of two words🥰

also, i know youve been doing requests left and right, so feel free to just do jade and malleus!

Reader is described as ‘motherly’, but no gender-specific pronouns are used.

Trey Clover

You both treat each other like husband and wife, and not in an overly lovey-dovey way. It’s the kind of old love in a new couple that people are happy to see rather than jealous or envious of. You both often walk hand in hand, and can often be seen baking together in the kitchen.

You take on the role of the mother of Heartslabyul, while Trey is a bit like the father. You both tend to be more gentle towards everyone else, like if Ace is doing a problem wrong then you will remain patient and kind as you tell him where he made an error.

Now, when Riddle overblotted, Trey witnessed as you used your water breathing style to behead the monster that was behind the Housewarden. You didn’t seem angry, but rather saddened that he never told you how he was feeling. The Vice Housewarden was surprised at your agility and precision.

Afterward, the baker rushed to see if the two of you were going to be okay. Riddle was carted away to the infirmary, and you seemed alright. However, he wanted you to at least have a check-up, so he carried you to the nurse.

Jade Leech

He’s very protective of you. If someone wants to try and take advantage of your kind soul, then they will have to go through him. You get scary guard eel privileges. This mushroom-lover just wanted to make sure that you were safe and out of harm’s way.

You act as a kind of motherly figure towards the dorm. Floyd often places his head in your lap as he rants about his oh-so-terrible day, much to Jade’s dismay. The former tweel often does this just to piss off the latter tweel. Once he’s finished, the latter tweel will pull you by the arm into his chest and wrap his arms around you in a possessive manner.

When Azul overblotted, Jade saw that you were in your element, especially with your blade. He had never seen someone fight with that style, but you moved quickly through the water and beheaded the monster that was providing ink to Azul.

Afterward, the Vice Housewarden rushed over and knelt down beside you after you collapsed from exhaustion. You were heaving up and down, so Jade picked you up off the ground and rushed you over to the infirmary alongside the Housewarden.

Floyd Leech

He’s also very protective of you, but not because he worries for your safety. I mean, he always wants you to be safe, but he’s not protective of you for that reason. No, he viewed you as his and his alone. No one else deserves your kindness in his mind.

With how caring and tender you were, he always went to you when he had a bad day. He knew that you would offer comfort, so he would place his head in your lap as you softly ran your hand through his hair, ranting to you about what made him upset. This would always put him in such a good mood after.

When Azul overblotted, Floyd tried to protect you but you understood what you had to do. You brought out your blade and moved with split precision, and the tweel was so worried. He was distressed, and Jade had to hold him back from rushing into battle alongside you.

Once you beheaded the monster, Floyd quickly swam over to make sure you were alright. Then, he placed so many relieved kisses all over your face while telling you between smooches that you can’t ever do that again.

Rook Hunt

He could write poems for you day after day and night after night about how much he adores and loves you. You both are like a married couple, and he totally doesn’t picture the both of you in a cottage in the forest with a few kids… him teaching his kids how to hunt while you prepared the animal for supper…

I wouldn’t say he was protective of you, but if he saw or heard someone plotting something then he would stalk them until they backed off. Ok, so he was protective of you, but not in the typical sense.

When Vil overblotted, he was frightened since you rushed into battle. You have already told him about your experience with fighting against monsters/demons, but it still scared him since this was different from a demon. However, he was surprised at how quick and agile you were, and he believed that you could do it.

After the battle, Rook ran over to see if you were alright. He scolded you for making him worry so much over you, but he was just relieved to see that you weren’t hurt too badly. He accompanied  you and Vil to the infirmary, where he felt his heartbeat finally slow down.

Malleus Draconia

Oh, he is overprotective of you. Sure, he wouldn’t lock you up in a tower and keep you to himself, but he does follow you to make sure that you aren’t harmed in any way. Mans is like a lost, lovesick puppy, please give him love and affection.

During your walks through the night, your arm is in his as you both talk about the day the both of you had. Malleus tells you about how his retainers are great, but sometimes they are insufferable and suffocating. Just talking about it made him feel so much better, you wouldn’t understand.

He saw you fight against Leona, and he was scared for your life. You had good form as well as a strategy, so he had no reason to be afraid, but war was always unpredictable. He was angry at the Housewarden of Savanaclaw, and planned to fight him later.

After the battle, he (against his retainers’ advice) rushed over to check and see if you were hurt. If you were, then he would move the fight to right now, not caring if the lion was passed out. However, upon seeing that you weren’t severely injured, he just held you close, letting out a sigh of relief.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Unorthodox Ship Dynamic Tag!

Rules: Come up with five unorthodox, overly specific, or niche dynamics for one of your ships. You can do all of them based on the same ship, or pick a different one for each, or somewhere in between.

I'll go with the main ships from Supernova Initiative!

SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE

Jack & Lyorna

His basic diet consists of the space equivalent of choccy milk and dino nuggets at 25 years old X Essentially the galaxy's health and wellness guru- thinks trail mix and granola bars are a valid dessert

Talks the most concerning, confusing gibberish in his sleep X Practically kickboxes while sleeping, moves far too much to be cuddled

Street urchin that hasn't met a Responsible Adult in the past fifteen years X Her Parents' Little Princess

Legitmatelly thinks fruit loops have color-coded tastes and for some reason likes soggy cereal X Has an uncanny resistance to caffeine - will fall asleep after chugging a whole mug of coffee

Deimos & Vesper

Chugs 3 bottles of energy drinks while pulling an all-nighter to play old videogames X Has surgical precision when it comes to going to sleep and waking up

Will implode at the mere thought of being imperfect at anything X Gives exactly 0 fucks what others think of her

'Self Love?' I never heard of it X Will stab a bitch if someone talks crap about her

Cassiopeia & Artemis

Hyperactive, genius teenager that cannot be left unsupervised without Chaos ensuing X Depressed Hot Topic wannabe

Will listen to Punk Rock or Pop Punk at 2AM on full blast X Has the music taste of a 90-year-old man

"Someone Will Die" X "- OF FUN!"

Refuses to buy new clothes unless forcibly dragged to the store X Impeccable style (indie/grunge, but make it outer space) + large collection of black nail polish and eyeliners

Gabi & Elysia

Deals with frustration just as well as a pressure cooker left on the stove for too long X Has never been anything other than the embodiment of chill

Essentially raised by the Space-Version of Joel from TLOU... or John Wick. X Has the most fucked up family but refuses to acknowledge it for her sanity

"I HAVE THE POWER OF MY FISTS AND ANIME ON MY SIDE" X Too done with life to give a damn, is amused though

Noctus & Aleks

Pragmatic rule-follower who just wanted one chill mission - X Is a Menace to Society who is effortlessly sassy and occasionally petty

Has not a single clue what a Sense of Humor is X Makes "deez nuts" level jokes and loves shitty puns

Regrets everything that led him to this situation X Regrets NOTHING and will do it all again if prompted

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star and OPEN TAG

[sunshinemoonrx]

since you've taught me so much already. top 5 characters from historical literature (i love the guys i've heard about so far)

Helllll yeah. Okay so a lot of these are gonna be "all right here's a pretty famous guy but did you know he was originally different and weird!" Folklore time let's goooooo

Honourable mention: All of Medieval Welsh Lit

This is a catch-all I'm using to stop all 5 of these entries from being this because I gotta cover places like Turkey and Ireland. There's still a couple dw. But there's so many more like Rhiannon, world's most magical snarky part-time ponygirl; Macsen Wledic, who everyone wants to be their ancestor, or wait this is a reflection of the historical would-be Roman emperor Magnus Maximus; Mabon ap Modron, world's specialest boy who does fuck all Oh Wait this is an ancient deity who was syncretised with Apollo? Neat! Okay actual entries Go

5. Robin Hood

This is a prime case of "in the original version..." I'm actually a big fan of the earliest medieval Robin Hood ballads we have, they're very fun bouncy little adventures and the middle English is just comprehensible enough that I can alternate between reading the original text and the translation. Did you know that it took a couple centuries for Robin to be turned into an exiled lord (to make him more palatable to a noble audience when they started making plays about him, he originated in songs and performances at country fairs), and he was a commoner fucking with the king before then? And that despite how much a "modern twist" it seems, Marian (who might have started as an unrelated character with her own adventures) beating him in a fight actually pre-dates the nobleman thing!

4. Battal Gazi

The absolute lad. A pulp adventure style hero from medieval Turkish epics sourced from the Byzantine frontier. There's a real cowboy adventure vibe to these. And they got made into a series of campy adventure films in the 50s! And he defeated one HUNDRED Romans with EACH swing of his sword and EVERYONE clapped (for real I'm pretty sure he kills Charlemagne in one of these)

3. Taliesin

The secret main character of medieval Welsh literature and poetry! An actual historical poet of the 6th century who became so famous that later medieval writers would write legends about him having magic bardic powers, write poems in his voice...which makes it hard to figure out what he actually wrote! But what can be sorta confidently attributed to him mostly consists of praise poetry for the north-British king Urien Rheged, which is...maybe a little romantic? He always ends them with

"And until I fail in old age,

in the sore necessity of death,

May I not be smiling,

If I praise not Urien."

Which is nice. Urien is the sneaky other subject of this--he's also a really interesting guy halfway between history and legend, subject of a whole bunch more poetry and hegemon of his while region. His son, Owain, possibly fought in the famous battle of the Gododdin, was written as the leader of hundreds of giant magical ravens, and finally got absorbed into continental Arthurian legend as 'Yvain'

2. Cai the Fair

Speaking of Arthur! I'm a big fan of the original version based in Welsh folklore, a wandering warrior prior to his transformation into a chivalric king. Similarly, some of his knights started as companions of the original version, and my favourite is the counterpart of Sir Kay. In later and mainstream Arthuriana he's the jackass who exists to get clowned on to show how cool Lancelot or whoever is, but this is actually because he started off as Arthur's best guy, so in anime rival tradition, showing him up is an easy way to establish your cool new OC. The original Cai can grow giant, has both heat and cold powers, can survive underwater for weeks...he slays all kind of giants, fights a giant cat, and then he does one giant slaying in a slightly sneaky way and Arthur (who is sometimes called a "frivolous bard") sings a mean song about him and he swears never to help him again. Oops!

He's also a bit gay with it--he's often paired with Bedwyr (source of Sir Bedivere), they love questing together and swear by each other, Cai was heartbroken when he died...

1. Cú Chulainn

The BOY. My GUY

The central hero of most of the Ulster cycle, you may know him from Fate. But the Fate version is less weird and less anime than the medieval version!! This Cú is a weird little trans-coded twink with three-coloured hair, seven-coloured eyes, a bunch of named special moves and an epic duel to the death with his boyfriend.

He's such a fucked up little guy! He's the perfect product and also the perfect victim of the glory-obsessed warrior culture he exists in, he's driven to destroy himself and everyone around him by a constant terror of not being the best at all times, he's so...arrrrrgh. he's the guy!! He's an extremely bad person to be clear. I love him. Sometimes he gets so worked up into a warrior's frenzy he generates a flaming aura that can melt snow and has to be dunked in cold water to chill out! I have like three writing projects in the works that are basically "Cú Chulainn for lesbians". Highest honour I can bestow

[daniel-profeta]

top 10 songs of all time?

Changes everyday, but in no particular order some of my more consistent favorites are:

The front bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress

Car Seat headrest - Kimochi Warui *so many options here, but to pick one from this band...*

Tool - Lateralus

The Mountain Goats - Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Denton

Phoebe Bridgers - I Know the End

Elliott Smith - King's Crossing

AJJ - People II The Reckoning

At this point I started to think harder about the songs that have meant the most to me throughout my life and as I've gotten older. For example, I like a lot of Bright Eyes songs more than First day, but that song has had way more impact on me. I play it all the time, the lyrics are permanently imprinted in my mind, and to me it's one of the most beautiful and vulnerable love songs ever written. With that in mind more and more "important" songs started coming to mind.

8. Alex G - Forever 9. Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life 10. Johnny Hobo - New Mexico Song

Now I have ten, that was easy.

Except...

I remembered that one Demarco song that makes me cry everytime I hear it. Got to include that. How many times have I listened to the Glow pt 2 during the summer? How could I leave off something from Porcupine Tree, the band that I once considered my favorite band of all time? So I kept going, through names and bands that I collect like emotional trophies, not wanting to leave anything out. They all mean so much, it's honestly pathetic. I used to hyperfixate on things like Zelda and Star Wars, then I found this shit and my brain chemistry has been altered ever since.

11. Mac Demarco - Moonlight on the River 12. Mitski - Texas Reznikoff 13. The Microphones - I Want the Wind to Blow 14. Pigeon Pit - Nights like These 15. Radiohead - Exit Music 16. The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

Funny how quickly a song can feel like home. That Crane Wives song technically shouldn't even be here, I only heard it for the first time a few weeks ago. Yet maybe listening to it 30 times since qualifies it for consideration. Phoebe Bridgers has a lyric in one of her songs about wishing she had written something instead of the original artist, but she can't cause they said it first. So instead she'll learn their song and sing until the feverish inspired feeling fades away in a voyeuristic catharsis.

I think about that line constantly. Also quickly want to mention here that I'm more of an album guy. I try to listen to full records to try an experience the full piece of art the creator made. So while no song off The Downward Spiral is on my list of favorite songs, that was and is one of the most impactful albums to me as a teenager.

17. Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere but not Here 18. XTC - Dear God 19. Wilco _ I am trying to break your heart 20. NIN - Burn 21. Lucy Dacus - Night Shift 22. Haley Heynderickx - Oom Sha La La 23. Swans - New Mind

Swans was hard, because there were a few songs that meant a lot to me. But ultimately there wasn't one more visceral or frankly more evil sounding than New Mind. Love the themes, love the singing style, love the backing yells, love the industrial outro, love the faint organ, love everything about that damn song.

The list kept getting longer, and for each song I was writing a paragraph to explain my choice lol. After the first like 15 I decided to stop doing that for the sake of your eyes and for risk of sounding redundant. But a major thing I love about some of these songs are how inspirational they are. Twin Sized Mattress, Denton Metal Band, Story of an Artist, they all paint a picture of the type of person I want to be. The type of art I will always support. The thing I hope to one day inspire in other people.

When you punish a person for dreaming their dream don't expect them to thank or forgive you. The best ever death metal band out of Denton, will in time both outpace and outlive you.

Those words could honestly save someone's life, it's crazy.

24. A Perfect Circle - Three Libras 25. Deftones - Rosemary 26. Frank Ocean - Ivy 27. November Suite - The Tower 28. Daniel Johnston - Story of an Artist 29. Sloppy Jane - Jesus and Your Living Room Floor 30. Big Thief - Not 31. Tyler the Creator - Boredom 32. Duster - The Landing 33. The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning 34. The Voidz - Human Sadness 35 - 108. System of a Down - (every song) 109. Death Grips - Beware

Okay, threw these and now dozens more names are crowding my brain, and this incredibly pretentious post must come to an end. Long story short, I only have one song left to share, but each of these song has a very personal connection to me. Certain ones (like that tool song) actually changed the way I look at the world and helped me through dark periods of my life.

Many of them inspire me, some of them are just beautiful in a broken and real sorta way, and all of them feel human. The art represents something bigger than itself and the ambition knows no bounds. These songs changed my world for the better, and if you read this you are now obligated to listen to all of them.

I could ramble about music till the end of time:)

finally 110. 100 Gecs - Money Machine

[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. june is pride month and my birthday month, hence the rainbow balloons hehe. happy reading! 🔒 = only for ao3 users rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ All This Time by @allwaswell16​ T, 1k, a/b/o summary: Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with flower shop owner Gemma Styles for years. It wasn't until she suggested he date her alpha brother that he ever thought of Harry that way. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea... note: this was a gift to me for my birthday and i cherish it so much!

໑ routine surveillance by @disgruntledkittenface​ E, 2.6k, wankfest summary: Harry’s training period for the Bureau consists of routine surveillance. One night, it becomes a little less routine.

໑ Harry, That Kills People by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup​ T, 2.7k, wankfest summary: If there’s one thing that Harry hates, it’s getting his clothes dirty. If there’s one other thing that Harry hates, it’s murder. Unfortunately, right here and right now, Harry’s clothes are dirty, and he’s murdered someone. So. It’s not a great day. “Ugh,” says Harry. “Yeargh. Bleh.”

໑ 🔒 Like a Fire Burning in Your Veins by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter​ E, 2.8k, pwp summary: But first kinks are never forgotten, so to speak, and Harry can’t help but go back to them, alone and with Louis, over and over again. Can’t help but ask for bruises and pinches and slaps, can’t help but get on his knees in a bathroom stall, mouth full of dick while Louis bites on his fingers to avoid screaming. (Or, the one with the pain.)

໑ Livin' In A Daydream by @lululawrence​ NR, 3,3k, wankfest summary: See, Harry had learned his lesson. In order to protect Louis’ clothing and ensure everything was able to be thoroughly washed the first time, Harry had to go through each item individually. He would never be able to forgive himself if he didn’t go through the basketful and then he accidentally destroyed a beloved band shirt or something. One line from the song Harry had previously been humming was now stuck in his mind on repeat, but it wasn’t bothering him yet so he allowed it to stay for the moment. The words he knew flowed with the music, and he subconsciously tried to figure out the missing lyrics as he mindlessly went through Louis’ laundry, until it all came to a screeching halt. Harry originally had thought that the sock he had pulled out was just another one of Louis’ sport socks he left balled up, but when Harry pulled the cuff out, he realized the actual sole of the sock felt… crusty.

໑ 🔒 On The Pull by @homosociallyyours​ E, 4.2k, wankfest summary: When a radio host jokes that Harry and Louis should go on the pull together after Louis' "breakup" with Eleanor, Louis is quick to privately laugh it off as a ridiculous suggestion. So when Harry texts him and says he heard the interview and would be up for it, Louis is caught off guard. He says yes, but the night takes a few turns-- they might just end up on a different sort of pull than expected.

໑ and i’m putting my heart out on display by localopa / @waterloux​ NR, 6k, getting together summary: harry gets cheated on. so does louis. they find comfort in each other

໑ READ LIKE A HEADLINE by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea​ NR, 6k, fitf fic fest summary: Louis Tomlinson, a singer-turned-actor is the source of tabloid gossip and his latest project is jeopardised when the media interferes again. Tired of life handing him the short end of the stick at every turn, he finds himself at a bar drowning in his sorrows. A kind stranger tries to cheer him up, but Louis soon realises that the stranger does so much more than that. Inspired by 'Headlines' from the album 'Faith in the Future' by 'Louis Tomlinson'.

໑ 🔒 See the Light by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter​ E, 6.2k, pwp summary: Luckily for him, Louis doesn’t seem to mind. “Tell you what, love,” he says. He gets the pen on the counter, scribbles some numbers on the back of his receipt. “Here’s my number, and we can talk more about the purposes of a leash.” He winks, and then saunters away, bag in hand. Harry looks at his arse the whole time. AKA the filthiest thing I've ever written.

໑ The Way to My Heart by @ladyaj-13​ T, 6.5k, a/b/o fest summary: Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular. The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

໑ Trying to Find the Words (To Say For Ages) by @insightfulinsomniac​ E, 6.8k, fitf fic fest summary: As best friends and roommates, it’s really not a big deal when their on-campus housing provides Harry and Louis with an unusual, intimate bathroom arrangement. They’re perfectly comfortable with one another and their own bodies. Except for the whole mutually pining thing. That might make it a little awkward.

໑ Rock My World by reader_chic_2  M, 14.2k, rock festival au summary: When Louis goes to his first rock festival and finds himself nearly dying left in right in the wild crowd, he owes his life to Harry Styles, the hot and angry security guard who never fails to save him.

໑ what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove​ E, 22.4k, fitf fic fest summary: A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again. Based on the song "Holding On To Heartache" by Louis Tomlinson

໑ Until the Pearls Get Lost by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup​ M, 25.5k, big bang summary: London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help. Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again. With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

໑ Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16​ E, 30k, fitf fic fest summary: It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore. Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

໑ 🔒 hope your life leads you back to my door by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze​ E, 56.7k, yjhd au summary: Harry Styles set out to be a doctor; a steady career and a good living is all a young person could ask for. What he hadn't set out to do was to spend his summer holiday on a trekking trip in Spain with a group of people he barely knew. And he certainly didn’t plan on having his heart stolen by Louis Tomlinson, class clown and secret crush, in such a way that he feared he might never find it again. ft. cheesy chat-up lines, a big desi wedding, falling in love, and growing up. based on the bollywood film yeh jawaani hai deewani

໑ Where I Burn to Be by @pleasing-louis​ E, 143.3k, top gun au summary: There were very few people who managed to get under Louis’ skin as effortlessly as Harry had, and even fewer who had done it in only a day and a half. It was quite an accomplishment, really. They’d only interacted a handful of times and yet Louis had the insatiable desire to slam the locker into that frustratingly well-defined face that never seemed to hold any expressions other than contempt and arrogance. “That’s right. I do own the skies. And you wanna know why?” he sneered. Without his boots on, Louis was a fair bit shorter than Harry, his eyes pretty much level with Harry’s chin and his socked toes bumping into the boots of the other man, close enough that Louis could make out the tiny scar on Harry’s brow and the individual shades of emerald in his irises. He was handsome, but that only made Louis hate him more. Heart thumping heavily against his sternum and his hands balled into fists, Louis lifted his chin defiantly and plastered a coldhearted smirk across his lips. “Because I’m the best goddamn pilot here.” . . aka the Top Gun AU

— rare pairs / categories —  

໑ on the borderline tonight by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses​ louis/ethan hawke, M, 1.4k, coffee shop au summary: Louis is an artist in need of inspiration. He finds it one sunny afternoon in a Brooklyn coffee shop.

໑ 🔒 Fingertips Putting on a Show by cherrylarry / @beelou​ girl direction, E, 2.2k, wankfest  summary: Harry just wants a relaxing self love session in the bathtub when she gets interrupted by a knock on her door.

໑ you wanna be on top? by @disgruntledkittenface​ girl direction zayn/louis, NR, 6.1k, zouis fest summary: Zayn’s experience as a contestant on America’s Next Top Model left her more than a little traumatized. She thinks she knows what to expect when she lets herself be talked into making an appearance on the show a couple of years later. Louis manages to surprise her.

໑ Pageant Material by @ladyaj-13​ zayn/louis, G, 6.7, zouis fest summary: Louis flicks a nearby switch, lighting the bulbs around his mirror in a soft glow. The buttery yellow catches on the edges of his cheekbones, sharpening the dip. He looks more grown up this year. Some of his baby fat has melted away, and he sucks in his cheeks to see what he might look like by twenty five if this pattern continues. Then he crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue. Or, the Zouis teen beauty pageant AU.

໑ too into you by @disgruntledkittenface​ harry/chris pine, E, 11k, harry rare pair fest summary: Harry works in the café of a popular used bookstore and he’s been pining after his favorite regular for years. When the seemingly impossible happens and his regular actually asks him out on a date, Harry worries that he’ll screw it up because he’s just too into him. Little does he know how well it’s going to go. The Cinema/spitgate inspired AU that no one asked for.

໑ Never Stop Dreaming by @rockstarlwt28​ zayn/louis, G, 14.4k, zouis fest summary: Nursery Teacher, Louis Tomlinson moves to the heart of Yorkshire, finding solace in both his career and rural life. Yet, that's not the only things Louis finds comfort in, when local joiner and neighbour Zayn Malik warmly welcomes him to the neighbourhood.

[sorchasolas]

More Alani (& Zenel)

+ Some odd facts about them at the bottom of the post

• Zenel, in the Cognitive realm, walked through Taln’s scar & now he refuses to move (too much) because “red looks good on me”

•Alani heard one of the other Highspren call Zenel “Zenny” and she will NEVER let him live it down

•if you look closely, his Cognitive realm form has abnormally long hair

• Alani has met most of the maincast but not in a “had an actual interaction with them” way but in a “Nale asked me to stalk these people so im standing 10 meters away hiding in a bush” way

•Alani bonded Zenel when she was 10. That’s it thats all i got of her backstory so far LMAO

(Edit: this isn’t important but she has knee-high (just above the knee actually?) leather boots that match her gloves. Ehehehehehehe)

[Image ID: a concept board, consisting of two drawings of Alani and two, lesser drawings, of her spren Zenel. The main focus of the canvas is a drawing of Alani from mid-thigh up. She’s wearing a blue, uniform reminiscent high collared shirt with long leather gloves, a long beige scarf wrapped around her waist and pinned to her shoulders— which, independent of the rest of the drawing, blow in the wind— and stiff black pants. She wears her gold and silver aquamarine earrings, her buttons and the pins holding the scarf in place matching the light, dusty shade of gold. Her black hair is tied up in tight twin braids that fall to her waist, her pale yellow eyes looking down on something- or someone. Her left hand is extended, reaching towards her half summoned Shardblade. The second drawing is a bust of an older Alani, her black hair loose. She wears an indistinct brown cloak. She has two magically induced scars— one above her left eye, the other under her right. Her Oldblood tattoo seems to be gone from her features, a dustier complexion and harder expression in it’s place. She either isn’t wearing her earrings or it’s hidden behind her hair. The third drawing is a small depiction of Zenel as he is in the Cognitive realm, the stars within his silhouette cast in a red nebula. The final drawing is him in Shardblade form, with a sharp pommel and large, circular crossguard with semi-intricate designs within it. Stars are etched into the beginning of the blade. The second Zenel drawing is labelled in handwritten script, “ZenelBlade!!” With a marker of “5’6” next to the blade. The first Zenel drawing, in the same writing style, is simply marked “Zenel!” The first Alani drawing has two writing groups next to it, the first saying “Like 26” in regards to her age, and the second, much more lengthy, reads “Will get mildly mad if you compare her shirt to Kholin uniforms-“ with an arrow pointing to a second text group- “Not because she doesn’t like Kholins but because she finds it stupid a family gets to claim ownership of a color.” Next to the second Alani drawing, it’s marked “Timeskip (30)” and “rushed.” /.End ID]

[gogandmagog]

If you had L.M. Montgomery as a pen pal and were able to have her expound on or clarify (3) Anne events or plotholes what would you choose?

(ESL so I’m apologizing if the format of this question is poor.)

No waaay, the format of this question is actually perfection and so's your English! And the question itself, too. Do you know that you’re one of my most elusive LMM mutuals? I have hardly any clues about your viewpoints… and I’d love nothing better than to be able to hand you a mic, and sit down tailor-style in front of you, while you shared your takeaways. (All this to say that I’m returning this very question to you, in your own ask-box, the very next moment after I press ‘post’ here!)

1.) About the aftermath of Walter’s ‘going away.’ Especially, was there any kind of memorial or funeral? Can the narrative catch Una up in its grasp at that moment, if there was? Montgomery communicates grief with such harrowing candour after both Matthew and Joy’s deaths (even Ruby's!)... we get these really saudade and wrenching passages that will never go stale against the readers feelings because each time they bring you to burn with the intimacy of fresh sorrow... but then here comes ‘Rilla of Ingleside,’ and we only get mild surface knowledge of Anne’s long emotional convalescence or one-line mentions of Rilla’s initial shock and her own bitter nightly weeping. The whole thing almost feels like a deferred action to me, comparatively. I don't really like books that consistently spoon-feed you tragedy because I find they typically start insisting upon themselves, but I could have used a little more detail in this particular instance. But maybe I just wish for more Walter, always!    2.) I’d grin soooo stupidly if we could get Shirley’s birth year sorted — his whole entire timeline set out in a clear and linear fashion, really. If we could also hear more about his life (before, during and after the war), I’d be riveted, I’m sure. Where Andrew Stuart has his epic on the life of Methuslela that he dreams of writing, I have my own Shirley (+Mi’kmaq girl) Blyography to dream of writing in a really white whale sort of way.

3.) Hey, and you know what? One small inconsistent thing that has always bugged me, that I’ve just now remembered, thanks to this ask... in the chapter ‘Dawn and Dusk’ in House of Dreams, we’re told that Phil, with her big golden heart, wrote Anne a congratulatory letter as she’d heard of Joy’s birth... but not of her death. But this is puzzling to me, because... exactly who would've told Phil that Joy had been born, but not that she’d passed? This chapter is titled ‘Dawn and Dusk’ because the wee white lady lives only from morning to evening. Anyone that knew of Joy’s birth, knew also of her death. Certainly, Anne wasn’t writing far-reaching announcement letters in those very short hours of gladness she was given. Gilbert knew from the first that Joy could not live the day out, so we can fairly rule him out, too. Susan and Marilla are further impossibilities, as they were made aware of the looming sorrow almost just as soon as they were aware of Joy’s arrival. The only others at the House of Dreams at that time were Doctor Dave and a nurse. It'd be absurd if it was them. So…?

[lovely-lillies-101]

Birds Don’t Sing.

Sero x f!reader

Birds Don’t Sing Masterlist

01. Fresh

Mentions of: Flashbacks/Past Trauma, Reader has issues, etc.

1k wc.

The conference room was quiet. It wasn't the nice, comforting type of quiet, no. It felt dense and thick,  with tension hanging heavily in the air. All that could be heard was the soft drumming of Sero's fingers against the wooden table. 

 He took a deep breath, gazing over at the blonde seated beside him. He was fidgeting, messing with his fingers while he bounced his knee. Seeing Kaminari anxious didn't help his nerves in the slightest. 

 Meetings like this were never good, especially when it was just him and Kaminari without the other sidekicks. They were probably going to get chewed out for something, but what? He flitted through the possibilities in his head. A patrol gone wrong maybe? Another one of Kaminari's dumb instagram posts blowing up? Or maybe it was the time Kamui Woods caught him playing solitaire on his computer when instead of writing a report. But Sero doubted that he would care enough about that to call a meeting. He hardly even said anything to him when it happened. He just gave him a dirty look and shrugged it off. 

 As if he read his mind, in came Kamui woods, with his coworkers and Sero's other bosses, Mount Lady and Edgeshot. It was rare for all three of them to be together, especially not for a meeting. This was bad. This was really bad. Are they getting fired? 

 "Relax, you're not in trouble." Edgeshot reassured them, sensing their panic. Sero's shoulders dropped slightly, his muscles releasing all the tension and anxiety that had been building up inside. Kaminari let out a small sigh of relief and slumped back into his chair. 

 "We called this meeting because we had some news we wanted to share with you," Kamui chimed in. He picked up the remote from the table, clicking a button that turned the projector on. 

 "In a few days, a new sidekick will be joining you. Her name is-" 

 Mount Lady practically shouted her name, interrupting Kamui and gesturing wildly to the image that flashed on screen behind her. A photo of a beautiful young woman appeared on screen. Sero studied her features, her soft smile and bright eyes, the curve of her face, and her hair style and hero uniform. Kaminari nudged Sero slightly with his elbow, mumbling something about how attractive she was, earning himself an eye roll.

 "She was ranked highly as a sidekick, staying in the top ten consistently and even reaching the top five in her nation. She took a break a few years back but now she'll be joining you guys!" Mount Lady rambled excitedly. It made sense. A popular sidekick will improve their ratings, and it could probably help Sero and Kaminari rank up too. But why were they the first to hear about it? Why not tell everyone at once? He couldn't help but ask. 

 "That's great and all, but why didn't you tell Mineta and Shiozaki?"

 "Since she's going to be your priority. As we mentioned before, she's not from here. She isn't very fluent in Japanese, but you can speak her language, Sero. So, it'll be your responsibility to translate for her." Edgeshot replied,  "From now on, the three of you are going to be a team." 

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 "We're sorry it had to end this way, but your compliance is greatly appreciated." You stared at the carpeted floor beneath you, refusing to look anywhere else. They were all staring, watching you, their eyes burning through your body. All you could do was sit and listen as the lawyers spoke to you. 

 Everyone knows now. They all know. 

You should be ashamed. You're disgusting. You're a monster. 

 Bright morning light peeked through the curtains, shining on your sheets. It had been at least three days since you left your bed due to your exhaustion from the jet lag. All you wanted to do was sleep, until now, when your stomach is twisting with hunger, the pain becoming almost sickening.

 You eventually got out of bed, but only after the delivery guy dropped your food off at your door. When you picked up the bag, you didn't expect to see a box next to it, addressed to you from your new agency, The Lurkers. Your curiosity outweighed your hunger, and you found yourself opening the box with a pair of scissors. 

 Reaching in, you grabbed the fabric lifting it up and raising it above you to look at. Black as night colored polyester with nylon and copper material, perfect for your quirk. It looked just like what you envisioned, if not better. You turned the body suit to the side, studying the bright yellow streaks and lightning bolts. It was perfect. It was yours. 

 It had been over two years since you last had a hero costume. There had been a time where you never wanted to wear one again. Where just the thought of it made you sick to your stomach and filled with dread. But now, here you were with your very own hero costume, based off your design. It's pure, untouched, perfect, fresh, clean, and new. Like everything is now. 

 You blinked the tears away as you held the costume against your body, hugging it to your chest. This was your chance to start over again. A fresh start. A clean slate. It was just what you needed and you weren't going to take it for granted. You're going to take every opportunity you can get to become the hero you always wanted to be, and nothing is going to hold you back. Not anymore. 

 You grabbed your phone, taking a picture and texting it to your aunt, before setting it down on the table. Before you went to eat, you noticed something left in the box. It was a little slit of paper, with Japanese characters that you couldn't translate inscribed on it. Underneath was a message written in your language. 

"Looking forward to meeting you next week - The Lurkers" 

 You smiled to yourself, feeling hope and excitement flicker in your chest.

[splendentmoon]

Okay-

On the one hand I should be asleep, it's 3 in the morning and I shouldn't be writing.

But on the other hand, I had insomnia and my wonderful head came up with an idea, so I won't waste it.

MK, Spindrax, Red Son, Yin and Jin being the catastrophe team.

I mean, they would be like MK's adopted family, his best friends and partners in crime!

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Yin and Jin

-They met MK because Jin fought with a demon, he ended up wounded and fainted, his brother was not by his side, and MK took him to his home to cure him.

-Jin got attached to MK first.

-MK was already about 100 years old, but he looked like a 4 year old boy, he already had some scars on his body.

-MK lived in a shack, barely habitable, it looked like it was going to collapse at any moment.

-Yin was relieved to see that his brother was well and was grateful to the boy.

-Both of them, seeing the conditions MK was living in, felt pity and pity, so they took him away.

-Both decided that they would not ask why the scars or MK's past, not only because it seemed to be a difficult subject, but MK said that his supposed father had tried to kill him, that was enough to not want to keep wandering in the past.

-Nowadays, both of them are still like MK's older brothers, although there are times when MK is the one who has to save their bacon.

-Both of them are very protective of MK, especially when Red Son is alone with him, they don't like any demon to be near their little brother.

-Yin and Jin are among the few who have seen MK in his true monkey form.

-They were the ones who gave MK his nickname, as it started with a monkie kid joke and stuck.

-The two of them love MK unconditionally.

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Spindrax.

-They met because she decided not to be a servant of Spider Queen and ended up in the path of Yin, who instinctively took her home.

-MK was afraid of spiders, so he didn't get too close to her, but little by little they became close.

-In the end, Spindrax couldn't help but get too attached to MK and became her best friend/sister/protector.

-MK and Spindrax get into trouble very often, usually Spindrax's ideas and very rarely MK's ideas.

-Spindrax is able to use acid webs to defend herself, which amazed MK.

-MK is always accompanied by her, it is very rare not to see them together.

-She felt very honored and excited when she saw MK's monkey form.

-When she saw his scars and the piece of his past where his father almost killed him, she promised him (and herself) that she will never let anyone hurt him again.

-She distrusts Red a bit, though they get along better later.

-She gets to know the other members of Spider Squadron, keeps in touch with Huntsman, Goliath and Syntax (though she ends up fighting with the last one).

-Spider Queen and her are like mother and daughter fighting over everything.

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Red Son (Spicynoodles is canon in my Au).

-They met long before DBK's attack.

-Red Son remembers the first time he saw MK, he was walking around the city until he heard a beautiful voice, he followed it and found a cute cute boy, since then, Red Son would go to listen to him whenever he could.

-MK and Red Son officially met when Red Son was injured by a challenger, MK found him bleeding and took him home to heal him.

-Red Son is in love with MK, but in pure MK style, he doesn't realize anything as he is very innocent and sweet.

-When Red met Jin and Yin, he felt uncomfortable seeing their penetrating looks on the back of his head.

-Spindrax was no exception and watched him in the same way.

-In the end he was able to gain their trust, but that led to them invading his home whenever they wanted.

-When PIF became aware of Red Son's new friends, she treated them kindly and let them in whenever they wanted, she was happy to see her son with friends.

-They usually have sleepovers at Red's castle, consisting of playing board games, watching animated movies, sometimes horror movies, and sleeping.

-Red is the most responsible of the group and is less bitter, just serious and somewhat indifferent.

[rayless-reblogs]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

RULES: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Saw this (thank you @boobaloof!) and decided to give it a whirl.

All fics can be found on my AO3.

A Dream So Like Waking (Tales of the Abyss):

Natalia woke still dressed in a strange bed with the scent of selenias in her hair.

Welcome Home Discarded Faith (Tales of the Abyss):

It had otherwise been been a dull afternoon – gray, humid, excessively long.

And So All Yours (Tales of the Abyss):

Princess Susanne might lament the fact that neither of her sons chose to live in Fabre Manor, but she surely couldn't be surprised.

With Your Hands Your Hearts (Tales of the Abyss):

Natalia proposed to Asch on the night of his twenty-second birthday, and they announced it to Ingobert the next morning at nine-thirty, after his breakfast.

We Could Be Friends (The Caligula Effect):

Daisy never had enough time on her lunch breaks, but that day she knew she wouldn't even have time to sit and eat.

Jumping Off Cliffs (Fate/Extra):

When we cross into Alice's realm – and just now it feels more like Alice's realm than it does the SE.RA.PH's Arena – I remind myself that I have to keep hold of who I am.

The Muse of Last Songs (Transistor):

The thing is, with our hair, there wasn't anyone in my family who wasn't called Red at some point in our lives, as a casual nickname, or a love name, or whatever.

Constant As the Southern Star (Tales of the Abyss):

Natalia and her consort almost spent their wedding night in separate rooms.

Repaid With Life (Fate/Extra):

Archer regarded the enormous digital hamster ball around his Master (Tamamo disparagingly called it a fishbowl, and Nero more fancifully called it a snowglobe, but even in metaphor Archer would take durable plastic over glass any day) and gave himself a little nod.

The Muse of Songs Unfinished (Transistor):

It's risky, but it's not impossible.

Patterns?

I've heard my style described as "punchy", and I think I see it here. I tend not to ease into things with atmosphere or setting (which could work against me, in some cases) and instead lead with something declarative. I'm pretty quick to establish which character's pov we're working with.

Some of these examples vary in tone, but I think my voice is consistent. (But then, I would. That's really more for the reader to decide.)

Please go ahead and do this meme if you'd like to!

[dross-the-fish]

Someone recommended Lore Olympus to me. I’ve only heard about it from 2 sources, them and you. They gave the positive. I’d like to hear the negative. What’s your beef with it?

It's a long list, I have a lot of beef.

A friend recommended it to me and I gave some of it a read. I was put off by the art style, particularly since the protagonist is supposedly plus sized but aside from being curvy with big tits in some panels I would never have guessed this was meant to be anything other than a conventionally attractive character.

I really don't like the depiction of Persephone, she comes off as being creepily young and naive and the narrative tries to play that up like it's charming. The vibe I get off of her is "sexy baby who needs a father figure to guide and protect her" until she randomly has to do something badass and then she gets all red-eyed and starts kicking ass and it feels like it comes totally out of left field.

Her relationship with Hades is so incredibly tedious, they have zero chemistry and he's so much older than her and more obviously experienced with everything that it's legitimately exhausting to imagine myself in his shoes being a grown man with a full time career teaching some barely out of high-school kid how navigate the world, giving her a job at my corporation, and essentially have her be dependent on me while I'm struggling with my own toxic failing relationship. What is the appeal of Persephone as a love interest here? That she's nice? That's really all there is to her for the most part, that she's "nice" and "cute" which isn't really enough to make someone attractive as a potential partner.

I can understand maybe wanting to help some kid get on her feet after spending her life in a Mormon cult but nothing about that kid would ever read as "Wife material" at least not to me or any other adult over 25.

The dynamic between Hades and Persephone is just weird. She's an incredibly sheltered 19 year old who's never had ANY life experience or social interaction outside of a small circle approved by her mother and he's ancient but physically equivalent to being in his 40's and a ceo or something who's already in a relationship with a female character who was clearly written just to make Persephone look better by comparison.

While we're on it let's talk about Hade's first partner. An unlikable piece of crap named Minthe who has some clear mental traumas and insecurities that the plot never handles because asking the writer to to give these characters depth or dimension is like asking a chimp to write a symphony and that just ain't happening. Yeah, Minthe who is a nymph and part of the lower class, also employed by Hades and completely financially dependent on him. She is abusive and manipulative and any time we might feel like we can sympathize with her because Hades is practically cheating on her the writers make sure to make her do something that depicts her as being as unlikable as possible. Can't have Persephone willingly be a homewrecker or competitive that might make her INTERESTING! We can't have her be interesting! It makes her less "Cute" and "wuvable" *barf*

There's also a couple of instances of SA and they aren't handled well at all. It's mostly played for drama and only comes up if we need the characters to be sad.

Then there's the art

oh boy the art....

Look I know my own art is pretty rough and not the most consistent but LO is just too much for me.

Sometimes Persephone's face is drawn in a way that makes her look almost like a little girl and she's frequently in skimpy clothing or in suggestive poses, even when nothing in the story calls for that. If you're going to make her look provocative maybe don't make her face so punchable and insipid looking.

You can write this off as my personal bias. I loathe characters who are designed to look as "uwu baby" as possible. Unless it's specifically for a joke or something...

This is a bit of a nit pick but I have no idea how tall she or Hades are supposed to be.

In this panel She can barely see over the counter here for some reason and she's frequently drawn as being roughly around elbow height with him,

Just to illustrate how ridiculous of a height difference that is for two adults to have that's close to the height disparity between Edward Hyde and Adam Frankenstein. Unless Hades is between 7-8 feet tall there is no reason to draw your 19 year old character that much shorter than him.

Idk I didn't read all of it so I don't know if it gets better or if the characters improve but I found it to be a shallow experience that clearly I'm not the target audience for. Check it out and see what you think for yourself but there's my beef with it.