#emma shouts into the void

[farfarawaygirl]

Someone called my fic writing tacky because I used a spelling they disapproved of and because the hobby writing I post for FREE on a fansite doesn't meet their grammatical standards. They inferred that I must be ESL and should use some online resources to better myself - as if knowing multiple languages was somehow shameful. So, I guess I'm tacky and stupid. At least I would never leave a mean-spirited comment on someone else's fanfic under the guise of "correction".

Consider this a fandom refresh: unsolicited feedback will never be anything other than unwanted, unneeded, and unnecessary.

[farfarawaygirl]

I have executive dysfunction so I have done a secret third thing. It’s nothing. I’ve done nothing.

“how’s the writing going?” i’m glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and i’ve decided to take up baking

[friendly-jester]

emma roberts being outed as a shitty person lowkey bums me out because she was one of my childhood crushes :(

but damn fuck her. we do not support shitty transphobic people on this blog.

i didn't know any of the stuff that happened with evan either. jeez. hope he's managed to move on and heal <3

[percvjackson]

Me listening to but daddy I love him for the first time

[mvkushiin]

𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗺𝘅𝗺 — 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶 .ᐟ.ᐟ

__ ★₊˚﹟ 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘂 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⊹ ࣪ '

𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 ::

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁

𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘁.

⚠︎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 :

𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

:: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸..,

The rain fell in heavy sheets, drenching the city in a somber gloom. (Name) stood outside the old café where they used to meet, its once warm and inviting glow now dimmed by the passage of time. He clutched his phone tightly, the lyrics of "Sana" by I Belong to the Zoo playing softly through his earbuds, each word piercing his heart like a dagger.

Draken arrived, his motorcycle splashing through the puddles. He removed his helmet, revealing the familiar lines of his face, now shadowed with regret. He approached (Name), his footsteps heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

"You called," he said, his voice barely audible over the rain.

(Name) looked up, his eyes meeting him with a mixture of pain and longing. "We need to talk," (name) replied, his voice trembling.

They found shelter under the awning of the café, the rain creating a melancholic symphony around them. Draken looked at (name), his heart aching at the sight of his tear-streaked face. "I'm here," his voice was soft, as if he was talking with a sleeping baby by their side, afraid to wake it up. "Tell me what's on your mind."

(Name) took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "Why didn't you tell me about Emma?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Why did you let me believe that we had a future together?"

Draken was shocked to hear (name)’s statement. Closing his eyes, the memories of Emma flooded his mind, overlapping him and (name)’s memories together.

"I thought I could move on," Draken admitted. "I wanted to be with you, to find happiness again. But a part of me was always with her."

"Did you ever love me?" (Name) whispered, his voice filled with anguish. "Or was I just a way to fill the void she left behind?"

Draken's eyes opened, filled with a sorrow that mirrored (Name)'s own. "I did love you," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "But it was different. Emma...she was my past. I tried to let her go, believe me I tried my hardest (name)...but I failed."

(Name) wanted to scream, to shout out his pain to the world. No, not just to the world, but to Draken as well. (Name) wanted to release the overwhelming emotions building up inside him, yet instead, he kept it all inside. Clenching his fists, (name) bit his lip, and swallowed the lump in his throat. He put on a brave face, a mask to hide the turmoil within him.

(Name) shook his head, despite trying his hardest to stop it, his tears fell and mingled with the rain. "You should have been honest with me. You should have told me that your heart was still with her."

He knew it, deep down, but he never wanted to face it. Every time he spoke, every time he did something that felt natural to him, Draken's eyes would shift, his smile would falter. It was subtle, but (Name) noticed. At first, he thought he was imagining things, that maybe he was just being paranoid. It wasn't just Draken, either. Mikey had noticed it too. 

One day, in a rare moment of frankness, Mikey had pulled (Name) aside and told him, "You know, sometimes you act just like Emma. That's probably why Draken is so attached to you."

He remembered the way those words hit him like a punch to the gut. He tried to laugh it off, tried to tell himself that it was just a coincidence. But it was hard to ignore the truth. Every time he did something that reminded Draken of Emma, his expression would change. It was as if he was seeing a ghost, reliving memories that were too painful to bear. 

(Name) wondered if Draken saw him as a rebound, a way to fill the void that Emma had left behind. It hurt, knowing that no matter how much he tried, he would always be compared to her.

There was the time they had gone to the amusement park, the same one Draken and Emma had visited. Draken had seemed happy, but (name) could see the shadow of Emma in his eyes. Every laugh, every smile, was tinged with a bittersweet memory.

(Name) remembered the night they had watched the stars together, lying on the grass and talking about their dreams. Draken had been quieter than usual, and (name) had known he was thinking about Emma. It was in those moments that (name) felt the most invisible, like a ghost trying to touch the living.

It felt like (Name) was the dead one instead of Emma. 

It wasn't that Draken didn't care about him. (Name) knew that Draken did, in his own way. But it was clear that Emma's presence was always there, lingering between them. It made (name) feel like he was constantly competing with a memory, and it was a battle he could never win.

It hurt, realizing that maybe he was just a rebound, a replacement for someone who could never truly be replaced. He wanted to be more than that, wanted Draken to see him for who he was, not just as a reminder of Emma. But how could he compete with a memory? How could he ever be enough when he was always compared to her?

He wanted to be angry, to shout at Draken and Mikey, to tell them that he was his own person, that he wasn't just Emma's shadow. But he couldn't. Because deep down, he understood. Emma was irreplaceable, and no matter how much he tried, he could never be her.

(Name) could never fill the space she left behind.

So he stayed silent, swallowing his pain, his jealousy, his frustration. He stayed by Draken's side, even if it meant being his reminder of Emma. Because even if he was just a rebound, a replacement, it was still better than nothing. It was still something.

"I was afraid," Draken admitted. "Afraid of losing you, afraid of facing my own feelings. I thought I could bury my pain and move forward, but it only hurt you more."

Draken never talked about Emma much, but (name) knew she was always there, a lingering presence in his heart. He could see it in the way Draken looked at him, not really seeing him but seeing someone else. Every time he said something Emma used to say, every time he did something Emma used to do, it was like he was a shadow of her, a poor imitation trying to fill a void that could never be filled. 

(Name) wiped his tears, his eyes held anger and sadness warring within them. "You did hurt me, Draken. Every time you looked at me and I saw her reflection in your eyes, it shattered me."

‘Please don’t look at me like that…’ (Name) said to himself, staring at Draken’s eye. He didn’t see a reflection of his own, but a blonde haired girl with the warmest golden orbs there is, and his boring eye color could never compete.

The blond tried to reach out, but (name) stepped back, the distance between them growing. "I never meant to hurt you," Draken stated, his voice breaking. "I thought I could make it work, but I was wrong. Emma…just make me so happy like no one else"

(Name) looked at Draken with eyes full of pain, his words to Emma cutting deep, making him bleed, not by blood but tears. 

"But you said I was the one who made you happy like no one else," (name) said, his voice barely a whisper. His tears falling down one by one, filled with a whirling angst of emotions. 'It's a lie huh'

Draken's heart ached at the pain in (name)’s voice. "You did," he said. "But it was different. Emma was my first love, and I thought I fully let her go, I’m sorry (name)..."

The heartache gripped him like a vise, a physical sensation that threatened to overwhelm his senses. It began as a dull ache in his chest, a heaviness that made it hard to breathe. When he heard those devastating words, the pain intensified. 

Draken’s words made (name)’s mind raced, the sentence replaying on his mind over and over again like a broken record. Each repetition drives the pain deeper, like a knife twisting in an open wound. It's a dull ache that radiates through his entire body, leaving him feeling numb and hollow.

His throat tightened, constricting with unshed tears and an ache that seemed to radiate through every fiber of his being. The weight in his chest grew heavier, a burden that he struggled to bear alone.

(Name) shook his head, tears falling freely. "I can't compete with a ghost, Draken." 

The tall man’s shoulders sagged, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him. "I'm sorry," he apologized again, his voice filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "We had plans, Draken. We talked about a future, about growing old together. But all along, you were still living in the past."

Draken didn’t say anything, too ashamed to even make eye contact with the latter. (Name) looked away, his heart heavy with the weight of lost dreams. It hurts so much. It's the kind of pain that makes him want to curl up into a ball and cry until there are no tears left to shed.

The blond tried to reached out, his hand trembling. "I want to be with you," he said, his voice filled with desperation. "I want to make it work." But (name) shook his head, stepping back. "I can't," he replied, his face showing no emotion, but his breaking voice betrayed him.

"I can't be with someone who's not fully with me, Draken. Let’s end this whatever we have."

Draken's heart shattered at his words, the reality of his mistakes hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Please," he pleaded. "Give me another chance."

(Name) knew Draken would kneel to keep his loved one, to make them stay by his side by all means, but (name) wasn’t Emma and he will never be Emma. 

(Name) looked at him, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I need time," he said softly. "Time to heal, time to find myself again. I can't be with you, Draken. Not like this."

The man nodded, his own heart breaking at the finality of (name)’s words. "I'll wait," 

"I'll wait for as long as it takes. And if you never come back to me, I'll understand."

(Name) turned away, the weight of his own decision pressing down on him. He walked into the rain, leaving Draken behind, his figure a shadow in the storm. 

(Name) loved Draken so much, but Draken loved Emma too much.

As the song played on, each note a painful reminder of what they had lost, both (Name) and Draken knew that some wounds could never fully heal. The love they once shared had been consumed by the ghosts of yesterday, leaving behind only memories and the bittersweet hope of what might have been.

Maybe in a different life where (Name) is himself, and not a shadow of Emma, they could make it work. But there's only this life, and that's the one they have to navigate.

˙ . ꒷ 𝗲𝗻𝗱 . 𖦹˙—

[farfarawaygirl]

I don’t know why I didn’t realize this sooner. I am unwell. This is my actual kryptonite.

When we get Tim in a thigh holster, I will self combust

And you know Lucy would love it

[lumbersiren]

hope i’m not just shouting into the void here, but I need help finding a specific SwanQueen fic I read years ago, and i’ve tried everything i can think of to no avail.

Best i can remember it’s pretty long, canon divergent, with an element of time travel. Weird, lots of twists, and I just can’t get it out of my head.

It’s been years so my details are spotty, but I specifically remember that Regina is in danger and this mysterious figure keeps popping up to save her. They wear a hoodie and have a flaming sword? and maybe ride a motorcycle?? Emma is staying with Regina for some reason, maybe to protect her, and i think the hood person breaks in, and steals her clothes. Just in general they’re doing some stalkery things.

Fast forward, these strange series of events lead to some sort of final showdown, and the hooded figure disappears after saving the day, but at the end there’s a big reveal where the person pulls the hood back and reveals that it was emma all along thanks to some time travel shenanigans, and she has to go back in time and do everything the hooded figure did in order to save regina, and then she has to like.. wait in a trailer in the woods for a couple months?

I think she’s in bad shape at the end, and Regina is looking for her for a while. Some angst, some hurt/comfort.

I don’t know, it’s very fuzzy but this is killing me, i need to find it. Last ditch effort, SwanQueen fans i need your help

(edit: it’s been found, fic is The Secret’s in the Telling by Pyrophoric - on AO3)

[presidenthades]

Thoughts on HOtD s2 ep 1 🎤?

Oh boy do I! Thanks for asking, I love having an opportunity to shout into the void on the internet.

I might do a rewatch later this week to try to pick up on additional details, but I’ll start with my initial reactions from last night.

Spoilers for S2E1, obviously.

Love the new intro. The bloodline intro was important in S1 which was setting up the different claims/factions, but there won’t be much more of that in S2. The tapestry is very medieval, and I’m here for it. I suspect they’ll change the intro every episode to reflect events as they occur. Makes me wonder if the E2 intro will have Blood and Cheese. 😬

The scenes at Winterfell/the Wall not only introduce Cregan, but also offer some fan-service for OG Stark fans. It also reminds us of the prophecy aspect that the show is taking. Cregan and Jace had a great dynamic, but I wonder if they’ll have any opportunity to get together again. In F&B, Jace never returns North again, and Cregan doesn’t come south until the fighting is over. But the show might have Cregan participate in battles earlier so they don’t waste his actor.

Speaking of Jace: I’m really impressed with Harry so far! His scene with Rhaenyra made me want to cry, because you can sense how hard Jace was trying to hold it together. 😢 On a more lighthearted note, I like that Harry listened to the feedback about his bad posture in S1. 😅 He was holding himself really tall and regally this episode.

Omigod, Rhaenyra. Emma only had four words of dialogue this episode and they KILLED all their scenes. The scene where Rhaenyra finds the wing and cloak made me want to cry too. And that look she gave Jace when he returned to Dragonstone, like she wanted to comfort him while she’s trying not to break down… 😭

The Daemon and Rhaenys argument foreshadows how Daemon chafes against 100% listening to Rhaenyra as his queen. Spoilers, leaks, and trailers indicate that he and Rhaenyra are going to have a lot of friction, and soon. As a fic writer, I appreciate this scene for validating my headcanon that Rhaenys is the older cousin who does not let Daemon brattily boss her around.

Corlys and Alyn. I’m not entirely sure what the show is doing with the Hull boys. Their interaction was ambiguous: is Corlys their father or not? Or is Alyn just a random sailor who saved Corlys? He’s definitely too old to pass for Laenor’s supposed son.

I was very touched by how deeply Corlys cared for Luke. It contrasts with Rhaenys, who didn’t treat the boys as her grandkids; Corlys seems to have actually adopted them in his heart. I wonder if Corlys will turn his attention toward Joffrey, or if his affection was for Luke specifically. In the book, Corlys passes over Joffrey as heir in favor of the Hull boys, but show!Corlys is very different from book!Corlys.

Speaking of Joffrey, I miss S1 Joffrey’s adorable curls. But S2 Joffrey is also very cute, and he might actually get speaking lines this season. But the moment when he threw the toy (which might have been Luke’s) into the pyre… 😭

Alicole is…interesting. There was setup in S1 implying they had underlying feelings, and I don’t think it’s crazy they eventually acted on those feelings. But I question the writing/directing decision to insert the Alicole scenes for what seems to be comedic effect. The second scene, during B&C, is the more egregious one. The first scene felt very sudden.

I’m also side-eyeing the director’s commentary in the “House that Dragons Built” documentary where he described Alicent’s marriage as “loving but not romantic or physical for a long time.”

LOVING? 🤨 Really not the best word. Sure, there was some kind of affection between Alicent and Viserys, and she took her caretaking duties seriously. But “loving”? Nah.

Aegon got a huge character/writing upgrade from S1. “Good dad Aegon” girlies win (so far). I loved TGC’s BTS commentary about how Aegon enables his kids and competes with them to cause mischief. Again, the fic writer in me feels validated. I just wish we actually got to see Tyland give Jaehaerys a pony ride. 🤭

The brief glimpse of Aegon and Helaena’s marriage is interesting. He cares about her (tries to reassure her about the dragons) but there’s no romantic spark at all. And like everyone else, Aegon doesn’t really know what to do about Helaena��s prophecies, which sound like insane mutterings to people in-universe. We the audience are shouting for him to listen to her, but TBH most of us wouldn’t listen to an IRL Helaena either.

Aegon on the throne was a surprisingly comedic scene with more character development. He’s not very good at politicking (I would’ve told him to give the blacksmiths partial payment upfront, not the whole thing), but he’s trying, and he is willing to stand up to Otto. Again, I feel validated with my depiction of Lavender!Aegon.

Also…HUGH? 👀👀👀 Sympathetic Hugh Hammer will be interesting.

Oh boy, Larys is going to be fun this season. He’s already starting to try digging his claws into Aegon, but based on cast interviews, he might not be as successful as he hopes. And even though people are joking about it, I don’t think he’s going the feet route with Aegon.

Mysaria is getting much less culpability in B&C than in the book, but I’m fine with it. It’s consistent with her S1 character. She’s fed up with the royals (mostly Daemon, now Otto too) and just wants to do her own thing with social justice while making some money.

Alright, now for the B&C analysis.

They don’t have Daemon explicitly say it, but it’s strongly implied he wants B&C to kill “a son” even if they can’t get Aemond. It’s a departure from the book where B&C explicitly target Helaena’s kids and have a more methodical plan where they watch her routine for several days so they can set a trap. In the show, I think B&C repeat the phrase “a son for a son,” so that was probably part of Daemon’s orders. But the only sons that are possible targets are Aemond, Aegon, and Jaehaerys. Aemond is explicitly the primary target. B&C walk past Aegon without even discussing or trying anything, though to be fair he has friends and guards. So by process of elimination, it seems B&C’s backup plan/directive was always to kill Jaehaerys if they can’t kill Aemond.

(Speaking of Aemond, he didn’t leave a huge impression on me this episode. 🙁 He just didn’t get that much screentime, I guess. But I did like that Aegon advocated for Aemond having a seat at Small Council. #Targbros)

B&C have a comedic bit going on while they sneak through the castle, which seems not entirely appropriate. I also think they could’ve cut down a lot of their sneaking sequence in favor of more Helaena & kids screentime, which would’ve made the scene more impactful.

The bit with the dog was totally unnecessary. Someone who kicks a dog is automatically evil, but we would’ve gotten that message anyway when B&C kill Jaehaerys. Again, the dog seems to have been inserted for a sort of comedic effect, which doesn’t really belong here.

I read an article where Ryan Condal said they cut Maelor (for now?) because all the little kids have to be younger in this timeline. TBH they could’ve made it work with an infant Maelor who was offscreen in S1 because, you know, he’s a baby busy napping and stuff. They could’ve adapted B&C much closer to the book with a baby Maelor.

The choice Helaena makes in the show just doesn’t feel high stakes like in the book. I think Phia did a great job acting with what she was given—my quibble is what she was given. I think she was given direction to make Helaena dissociate and suppress her reaction, which contributes to the scene not feeling as impactful as it could have been. Helaena has been characterized as “spacey��� and “not there” so far, so I think they were continuing that route. But having her suddenly erupt with emotion in B&C, to contrast with her previous seeming lack of emotion, would have elevated the scene to another level.

The ending Alicole scene really deflates a lot of the emotional heft that did build up during B&C. Again, it feels like it was inserted for comedy. It reminded me of when Jaime’s hand was cut off in GOT, and it immediately cut to the end credits with a heavy metal song that felt inappropriate next to the scene that just happened.

Helaena’s final line, “They killed the boy,” was odd wording. It feels very distant and passive. Even if they insisted on having Helaena dissociate during B&C, this moment when she escaped with Jaehaera and was “safe” could’ve been an opportunity for her to break down and show what she’s really feeling inside.

Overall, 90% of the episode was great. B&C, gruesome as it was, was kind of disappointing. But the teasers and leaks tell us Aegon will at least have a very strong reaction next episode, which should be wondrous to watch.

[farfarawaygirl]

I’m going to make this show your problem. 

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - October 8th

Hey all! I’m back from my vacation and omg it was so relaxing and lovely and I read SO SO MUCH! I finished a book series I started in August (GAY. WEREWOLVES!) and then read about a million words of fic. If you read anything--give them a comment/kudo! 

~*~ 

No Greater Punishment by KandiSheek

Tony asks Steve out on a date, and Steve – thinking it's just one of Tony's flings – refuses. Then Tony gets a boyfriend. The relationship lasts a week, a month, two months, and Steve slowly realizes... that could've been him.

When Emma Falls in Love by iam93percentstardust 

She waits and takes her time

'Cause Little Miss Sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain

When Emma falls in love, I know

That boy will never be the same

~

“Nice?” Kamala exclaims. “It’s way past nice! It’s the cutest thing ever because his bracelet had his phone number on it! He was hoping to ask you out!”

Tony blinks. Steve Rogers, All-American good boy and quarterback extraordinaire, wants to throw his hat in the ring? He wouldn’t be the first person to toss his name out there, but most of them have just tried to DM him or tag him in their posts. No one’s shown the kind of thought and effort that Steve apparently put into his declaration. It’s a level of understanding and appreciation of who Tony is and everything he’s cultivated in his career that no one else has put in.

It is, to use Kamala’s word, cute.

Restless Gravity by AvengersNewB 

Omega Tony Stark gets bonded to a human-hating space warlord, to get his people a new home after the destruction of their planet.

Warlord - Arranged marriage AU, with a bit of a twist.

we'll live in spaces between walls by soliloquent

"Steve looks furious and defeated, and he's breathing like he just ran a marathon. He glances at the door over Tony's shoulder, slightly shivering, looking for an escape like he's on a battlefield. Perhaps he is.

This is not about the laundry anymore."

—⎊—

or: In the heat of a tense discussion in a cramped utility room at the Avengers Tower, Steve's deep-seated insecurities come to the surface. Tony witnesses a new and vulnerable side of him and realizes he has more in common with Steve than he thought. 🧺

Do Not Reply by FestiveFerret

When Tony starts replying to a "daily deals" donotreply email address from some random security supply company, he finds shouting into the void soothingly cathartic.

Less so when the void answers back.

ad astra by Areiton

The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.

Cardigan by Gayspacesprinkles, iam93percentstardust

When Tony is fourteen, his father announces that he’s going to marry Tiberius Stone, and he stops believing in Prince Charming.

August by Gayspacesprinkles, iam93percentstardust

August goes by slowly and altogether too quickly at the same time. He spends his days at practice in the morning while keeping his afternoons open in case Tony calls. The days smell like salt, despite being far away from the ocean, and the air is sticky in the Texas humidity. Sometimes, it gets too hot to do anything with Tony in the heat of the day, and it feels like a waste of the limited time they have together even though they spend all their nights together as well.

Sharing The Drink They Call Loneliness by KandiSheek

Tony has always thought that the pianist in his local bar, Steve, is way too good for this place. Tony wants to know more about him. And as it turns out, Steve wants the exact same thing.

Tony knows that he's playing with fire. But he's sworn off his old ways long ago. There's no way he will let himself fall for Steve. Right?

honey from your hive by meidui

"Whoa, hey, you okay?" Tony asks, hands flying out to steady him, so warm, the skin contact making him shiver. Steve tries to focus on Tony's face. "Cap?"

"You smell so good," Steve tells him honestly, sinking into Tony's arms because he can't hold himself up anymore. This should be okay because Tony is letting him do it: he presses his face into Tony's neck and sniffs, his tongue darting out just in time to feel Tony's pulse jump against it, and he licks—

"Steve, stop that," Tony says, sounding strangled as his grip tightens and Steve stops, letting Tony grab his face and tilt him up. "You're kind of scaring the crap out of me. What is it? What's going on with you?"

"We blew up the lab," Steve manages, and something dawns on Tony's face. "Everyone had a reaction 'cept me. Think 'm having it now."

Unbroken by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

Destiny looks a lot like Captain America when it walks through his door, and even at ten, Tony knows that Steve is something wonderful. He's a protector, a friend, someone to turn to when his father is angry and his mother is lost in a haze of pills, someone who loves Tony unconditionally and would do anything for him.

When he's 15 that faith is put to the test by a car crash, and then, something worse.

What begins as a friendship blossoms into something deeper, something nuanced--a bond, unshakeable.

Unbreakable

the body i hold and whisper my darling by deathsweetqueen

Tony Stark is nineteen when he takes a seat at a bar, orders a shot of tequila, and twists his head to look at the man sitting beside him.

He’s older, in his thirties, early to mid-thirties, if he’s guessing correctly, maybe even just slightly less than twice his age, with dark blonde hair and a beard covering half of his face, and his eyes fixed on his beer.

“You look like shit,” he ends up saying, bluntly.

The man looks up, and he has these blue eyes, blue eyes like a summer storm, and Tony finds himself stunned, a little turned on, by how beautiful this man is.

He has the perfect ratio, Tony realises, the eyes and the hair and the jawline and the cheekbones.

His eyes drag lower, and the man is built, like seriously built, with wide, muscled biceps, and a tapered-in waist, and those long, strong legs.

“I feel like shit,” the man says, after a while.

Teenage Dream by shinkonokokoro

This was written for this prompt:

A battle with Loki leaves Tony de-aged physically and mentally to the time he was in college.

young!Tony takes it all in stride. He is duly impressed by his armor, confused and excited by all the superhumans (Thor and Hulk) around and then is smacked by the realization that the boring blond hovering around is actually his MAJOR childhood hero / crush / source of adolescent fantasies Captain America! Cue teen!Tony trying his best (and maybe succeeding?) to get into an increasingly flustered and blushy Captain America.

Bonus if teen!Tony is still way way more experienced than virgin!Steve and is *delighted* to get to top (and deflower) Captain America.

(Um, extra bonus for including a little bit of Rhodey and Pepper interacting with Tony. Also super bonus for Steve unearthing Tony's daddy issues by the dozen.)

touch me gently, like a summer evening breeze by quidhitch 

What is this, Tony’s brain screams. There are alarm bells going off in his head, but also, like, romantic violins. It’s very confusing. He focuses on the freckle beneath Steve’s eye instead.

Two in Fourteen Million by slimandalittlebitfoxy

“You wanna hear something stupid?” He took Steve’s silence as a confirmation, but didn’t think he could stop if he tried. “I carried around that phone the whole damn time. Since the day you sent it to me, I carried it. Just in case the world needed you.”

“I didn’t give it to you to let me know if the world needed me.” Steve looked up. Tony was frightened to see how much older he looked—maybe not in body, but in spirit. His jaw was set. He was angry too, though Tony would have bet money it was directed more at himself than anyone. “I gave it to you so you could call me if you needed me.”

“That’s the thing, Cap,” Tony said. “I always needed you.”

(The one where everyone lives.)

The Dotted Line by purpleicedteas 

Film trailblazer Steve Rogers was in need of a relationship to cover up his embarrassingly non-existent love life.

Tony Stark needed a relationship to slow down the playboy rumors.

Enter a PR relationship contract.

the long and short of it (stevetony games 2022 fills) by starvels (dinosaur) 

The challenge of whipping a nice pattern into Steve’s back, is that his healing rate really only gives about a 15 minute window in which to finish all of the strokes before the earliest lines begin to disappear.

The thought accosts Tony in the middle of team poker, the night before him and Steve are set to have a heavy session.

- latest fill: 616+established relationship+whipping kink negotiation

The Long Road Home by ladyshadowdrake 

Maria Stark told her son that the Mark on his wrist meant there was a special someone out there just for him. Sarah Rogers told her son that his soulmate was waiting for him, and he needed to be strong for them.

Neither of them ever mentioned what to do if that soulmate just doesn’t want them.

this is how you fall in love by complicationstoo 

Steve wants to have sex at least once before he graduates from college. He’s twenty one, never really dated anyone, and doesn’t see the point in waiting any longer.

He plans for just a simple one night stand with no strings attached, but his plan doesn't account for falling in love with Tony Stark.

It's Only Half Past (The Point of Oblivion) by LadyHabren (equalopportunityobsessor)

"I think it's generally agreed that all of Steve's senses are powered up by the serum? He can hear people whispering on the other side of the room, probably sees a hell of a lot further, etc.

But there are definite downsides. How does Steve control this side effect of the serum?"

Captain America is more than a man - he is a hero, he is an ideal, he is pure muscle held together by patriotism and moral fibre... And not even Captain America can fight it when his own brain turns against him.

I'm gonna be honest, by the time I got to the end of this story and went back to look at the prompt, I realized my fill was so different that I intitially thought I was looking at the wrong prompt... But I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless.

seven years in heaven by meidui

Tony gave Steve everything in the divorce. Their beautiful Brooklyn brownstone and everything in it, Tony's beloved Audi, their private garden upstate. Tony even offered him the lakehouse, but Steve had looked up at him with red eyes and begged softly for him to stop.

Tony gave Steve everything, every last piece of himself. He didn't take much with him when he flew out to his mansion in Malibu, but he took every last piece of Steve, too.

love me naked by meidui

What kind of man wears makeup? Steve thinks to himself.

Love Calls You By Your Name by laireshi for MassiveSpaceWren 

Steve's boyfriend, Tony Stark, doesn't come home after Iron Man gets hurt when protecting Steve.

Look at my eyes, Don't even know who I am. by Perlmutt 

Deciding to take a break from the bustling city life, Tony found himself on a deserted island somewhere near the South American coast. Only JARVIS and DUM-E accompanied him here. This was the perfect place for him to clear his head and focus on his studies. The sun was warm, the sea beautiful and the animals peaceful. But in the jungle around him waited an adventure for him that he couldn't have dreamt of.

Because he was not alone. Blue eyes watched him.

A man as wild and untamed as the jungle around them...

Wait & Sea by Lenalena

In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....

Devil with an Easy Grin by ladyshadowdrake 

Steve meets a charismatic stranger at a club for a one night stand, and expects to never see him again.

[farfarawaygirl]

Are you coming back to us? (Sincerely the chenford fic fandom desperately hoping for updates on every single one of your fics) ❤️

a reply in two gifs

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OKAY can I ask for the Sdra2 girl cast dating a Fem! S/o who has a twin? But the twin is like Kanade like the whole 3rd trial all over again but switch the twins with said S/o and their twin? Like S/o is like in a puppet state while their twin is bonkers 😵‍💫

Ooooo evil I like it. Also imma include the girls that died before trial 3 & exclude Hibiki/Kanade

........

Emma

Least to say...she's horrified by what your twin sibling has done to you, her girlfriend.

She's convinced this kind of stuff only happens in horror movies, but as they describe exactly how they turned you into their "puppet" over the years, she realized this is reality. Your reality that she never knew about.

Just to drive the point home that you only needed them in your life, your twin orders you to say "I hate you, Emma! [Sibling Name] is the only one I love!"

And you obey them, your voice full of vigor and emotion, before your expression becomes empty and devoid of life once again.

It brings Emma to tears because she knows that's not you actually saying that.

Your twin made you put on an act for their own twisted amusement.

After you get executed alongside them, she's gonna be livid, shouting at Monocrow/Mikado for letting this happen and sobbing that it's not fair to punish you since you weren't even aware that you killed somebody.

Kokoro

Thanks to her talent, she probably already knows about your twin's true nature before it's revealed to everyone.

She'll pull you off to the side, and warn you the best she can not to hang out with them anymore.

But since you don't remember anything they've done (or the fact they can puppet you around), you try to reassure her they're perfectly sane.

"That's what they want you to believe. But they've hurt you in the past, broken you beyond repair. And now they can flip your autonomy like a lightswitch if they wish."

Whether you believe her or not won't matter in the end...as your twin manipulated you into carrying out a murder plot alongside them without you remembering a thing.

To their shock, Kokoro was able to coax you out of your puppet-like state just in time for the "grand finale".

Your last moments of despair did manage to rattle her a bit, but she took comfort in that you died knowing the truth.

Sora

She never suspected anything was wrong.

If anything, she was quite impressed by how much your twin was able to contribute to the trial, with you joking that they've taken all the "smarts" when you were both born.

But when your sibling reveals their true nature and shows how they can easily put you in a puppet-like state...Sora's beyond horrified.

Especially when they claim they intended to kill her for being so close to you, though they changed their mind after somebody else walked in on them planning a murder.

She hates how the vote was correct--especially for both twins. And not because you were both in Void. That wasn't the case this time.

It feel so unfair. Why should you die for a murder you didn't agree to commit?

Could she have seen this coming if her memories came back? Maybe you told her something was off with your twin in the past...if only she could remember...

Regardless, she hopes you're in a better place and they're stuck in the deepest part of hell.

Iroha

Like Sora, she's very impressed by how smart your twin is, even complimenting them for helping everybody survive!

She thinks you're smart, too, though, and will always say you're the "better" twin.

But then their true vile nature is unveiled post-trial and it takes a minute or so for Iroha to finally understand why and how you're an accomplice in the murder.

"But...th-that's not right!! If [y/n] was being hypnotized then...how can she be guilty?? She didn't want to do it!!"

When Monocrow insists it's time for the execution, she breaks down, unable to stand it anymore as she cries, begging him not to kill you.

But while you're terrified of being executed for something you didn't remember doing, you comfort the painter before being taken away.

Iroha's dead silent as Mikado remarks how your twin could've been an excellent Void member if they had lived longer, unable to say anything positive in such a solemn situation.

Setsuka

When you and your twin become prime suspects in the third murder, she tries her best to stay calm and rational.

But as you continue to claim that you don't remember hurting anybody, her patience begins to wear thin and she asks your twin what was going on with you.

Though after a slip of the tongue, they get accused of the crime alongside you.

Sora lays out everything that happened, and only when you and them are voted guilty--that's when your twin reveals how you were able to go along with their murder plot: by conditioning you to become a puppet who sings and dances to whatever tune they play.

Despite you being used as an unwilling accomplice, you're also executed, and that ultimately crushes Setsuka's spirits.

She's been trying so hard to cheer everybody up and to figure out Void's plans.....that she must've neglected the warnings signs from you.

Even though you reassure her it's not her fault prior to your death, she feels guilty the rest of the trip for failing to help you.

Yoruko

The second your name is brought up, she's on the defensive--claiming you'd never do something as stupid as murder.

Though the fact that you're insisting that you don't remember a single detail has her confused.

Did your twin disguise as you and try to frame you for it?

Her head hurts trying to wrap her brain around this entire trial.

She starts increasingly getting frustrated with Sora and Syobai until your twin slips up and says something that condemns both them and you.

After the verdict shows you two are guilty, they finally reveal their true nature and demonstrate how easily you can be "hypnotized" by them.

It's here Yoruko realizes neither of you are members of Void.

Your twin is just a sick and evil monster who deserved to go to hell.

She's in tears the entire time she watches your execution, thinking you were going to escape when you grabbed the key---

Only to be devastated as you're killed anyways, albeit in less pain than your twin sibling, who dies laughing.

[raedroid]

The Star Covers Immortals

Chapter 1: Into the Void Part 2

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The aftermath of their encounter with Domino was abysmal to say the least. All of the girls laid in the water, teal and shimmering, feeling more defeated than before. Katherine especially felt distressed as the girls rose to their feet, some of whom were exhausted and physically hurt from the actions of the red haired destroyer. Katherine felt more upset as she saw her friends struggle to move as their clothes were wet from the water and the effects of the destruction of their talentments were setting in. The pain in their hearts was very faint but it would jolt like a static shock, making them jump a little each time.

“You guys alright?” Brittany asked, looking around their landing area. It was a dimly lit maze of sewers, the shimmering teal water flowing throughout the hallways. The walls had small green and teal heart shaped lanterns, attached to the tall dark gray walls, adorning small cracks throughout, and even small sprays of rainbow graffiti and markings all along it, weird phrases and slangs and images of Namnos rulers and politicians, with nasty messages attached to them. As the girls got up from the sticky waves, Veena looked up at the hole in the ceiling, the barrage of boulders covering it, barely letting light in

“Well, we’re not getting out that way.” She muttered annoyed. “Come on, let’s try to get out of here.” They started wandering through the long hallways of the sewer system, dragging their feet through the teal waters, the soggy feeling becoming more and more uncomfortable in their shoes. Each place they went to was all a dead end and was looking hopeless. The girls looked around their surroundings, in order to find any path they haven’t explored yet. However, Katherine threw her hands up in the air.

“Man, The Eldress is gonna be pissed with us when we get outta here!” She shouted

“I think we have other things to worry about!” Kelsey groaned. “Right now, my boots are soggy, I might have a concussion, we lost our Talentments, the most powerful relics in Starterian history, and we are on the most wanted list in Namnos and it’s only been 30 minutes since we got here!”

“That’s a new record for us!” Bella exclaimed happily. As soon as she saw their blank expressions, she looked down. “And it’s awful, definitely awful.”

“No wonder Kiss constantly plans our funerals everytime we go outside.” Jenna pondered. Emma, who stood next to her, started to smells strange odour

“Hey, I smell something burning.” Emma started walking down the hallway and the girls looked on, feeling concern about the possibility of danger in these circumstances

“What if there’s a murderer down there?” Hailey asked

“It’ll just be a typical Tuesday! Come down here already!” Emma called back and they walked down to follow her, feeling dread as they ventured through the dimly lit hallways

“Hopefully we don’t die in here.” Jenna muttered to the others. They stopped once they looked up and gazed at two large metal doors, highly decorated with gold accents and swirls and deep green gemstones. Creeping through the cracks was a faint teal light and a simple but tranquil melody echoed through, piquing the girls interest almost instantly. Sara stepped forward and slowly pushed open the doors, struggling due to the loss of her powers. The melody grew louder as they make their entrance inside this strange room

Inside were massive stone pillars, with intricate carvings of ancient figures on the wall, almost telling a story with each pillar they pass. The room glowed in a similar manner as the hallways outside with its lanterns, but it also had large torch stands, burning massive emerald flames. At the very centre of the room was a large alter, showing illustrations of 18 women in colour silhouettes, stars and lights illuminating each one, resembling a galaxy. The girls were amazed by the craftsmanship of the area and all of its details but their wandering was interrupted by the sound of humming on the other side of the alter.

They looked and saw a much older man standing by a podium, also adorned with gold accents and green gemstones, the top board had several black pieces laying on top, small yellow sparks were visible from each part. They recognized that it was their Talentments on the table. They watched the man slowly create a magic strand of light that began to circle the pieces, making a small orb of light.

“Talentments, bringer of power and light of the soul, awaken!” The man chanted, enhancing the light of the orb before gently fading away, revealing a microphone shaped Talentment. Anna gasped at the sight of her newly restored Talentment, catching the attention of the man. He leaned over and saw Anna staring intently at her source of power.

“You? What are you doing here? I don’t remember inviting you here!” He shouted surprised. But soon, he noticed the rest of the girls behind the ancient altar, granting them a good look at him. He wore a royal purple robe with a large lapis chest piece over top, adorned with mint lettering and trims. Just like Taj, he had green skin and gold eyes, which gazed the girls in utter disbelief

“It’s… it’s you!” He gulped

“Yeah us. What about it?” Kelsey asked nonchalantly

“You have finally come to Namnos! The legends were true!” He exclaimed and the girls looked on bewildered at his statement. “I am Ziro, a psyche to the dimension of Namnos and I am honoured to be in your presence.” He bowed before them, receiving more confused faces from the group.

“Ok ok dude that’s enough.” Lexy laughed nervously. “Please I’m begging you.”

“Oh. My apologies.” He answered, getting up to dust himself off. “But I am beyond grateful to meet you, heroes of Namnos.”

“Wait. Why are you calling us heroes of Namnos? The only thing we’ve done since we got here is piss people off.” Richelle asked

“Again new record for us.” Bella added

“You are the girls who are one, ancient demigods who have come to save our home from great destruction. And you have arrived at a good time. I noticed that the Destroyers have broke your Talentments and I have restored your Talentments back to their original state. And now, you have the magic to defeat our greatest enemy, as described in the prophecy.”

“The prophecy? There’s another one?” Keira asked, her voice hinting fear

“The prophecy describes the 18 powerful guardians who will come to Namnos to defeat the cruel emperor Tempest, an ancient being of destruction and creation. His origins are unknown to the people of Namnos and those who did knew have long since passed away. He rules the land with an iron fist and has seized communication between all of the supreme dimensions for many centuries. The first girls who are one tried to stop him a million years ago but were killed at the last second and since then, no one has been able to defeat him.”

“So wait, if we’re demigods, then why is our temple in a stinking sewer?” Veena asked annoyed

“Look I’m on a budget ok? It’s hard to establish a temple up there! Do you know how much money it cost to buy a temple?! 12’000 Novas!”

“How much is that in Canadian money?”

“I don’t know like 120 000?”

“Oh shit”

“And even if it weren’t expensive, you must understand that due to his long history with the previous guardians, Tempest has made it forbidden to worship your images.”

“Damn he will not like earth at all!” The girls were surprised, feeling the urgency in his voice and the look of hope in his eyes, they had to make the ultimate decision that could change history for the better or worse.

“I understand if this is a lot for you to process. I’ll leave you alone for a bit.” He slowly turned and walked off towards the large doorway, leaving the girls to ponder

“Listen, I don’t know about this. How do we know we can trust him?” Katherine asked concerned, Anna and Keira nodding in agreement

“That’s a good point but we don’t know anything about this world. It sounds like the only way to get home is to help these people.” Megan pointed out

“Yeah but if we stay here, those destroyers will kill us.” Hailey argued. “We can’t risk Starteria losing its powerful Talentments! The Eldress will have a stroke!”

“But if Namnos goes up in flames, they’ll need someone to help them. And we can’t risk an entire dimension getting destroyed, even if we lose our lives in the process.” Sara added.

“Ok how about this? This guy will give us our Talentments back and in all honesty, that doesn’t happen often. If he understood how important these things are to us, then surely he knows that this place needs help. This danger is not something to sneeze at. We gotta do something about it. The least we can do is help them if he is willing to rebuild them for us.” Tanya’s words resonated with them. The ones who questioned the state of the world started to agree and slowly nodded in response.

Although Katherine felt happy with the decision being made, there was a feeling of dread hidden deep down inside, fearing for any possible consequences they would face, both physically and mentally. She feared that her friends would struggle again and face extreme pain, stress and mental distress. Her mind was unsure whether or not she should face this new challenge alone and find a way to get her friends back home. Or at least keep them as far away from the danger as possible

“Yo Ziro! We’ll whoop Tempest’s ass!” Cassie called out. Ziro peeked out from the behind the corner and joined them, his face beaming in delight

“I see. I truly believe that this is the hope Namnos has been missing for years now. This may turn things around completely. Now, if you wish to follow your destiny, I shall return your powers.” He turned to the podium, all 18 of the Talentments were shining brighter than ever, magic radiating from it. The devices were no longer black, sporting each of their individual colours, the colours of their guardian souls. Each of the girls took ahold of their own Talentments, their colourful auras started to glow around them, granting them their powers once more. They looked at one another as they glowed, embracing their gifts and their mission to save the world

“Since that’s all done, what’s next?” Brittany questioned.

“Now you must hear the rest of the prophecy. But first let’s get you out of these sewers.” Ziro answered, leading them out of the ancient room. Katherine looked at the energy shimmering in her hands and stared at it, concern and guilt entering her veins. But she closed her fists, hiding her inner thoughts as she always did, hoping her friends won’t notice it.

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Through the soggy but shimmering water of the sewer system, Ziro went down all of the problems and issues that the dimension had faced such as false imprisonment over music, and the execution of those who spoke ill of the Destroyers. Many civilizations across the world have been threatened and their people have been killed or captured by them in order to keep Tempests image perfect and flawless. The bizarre laws started to change their approach on the matter with how much devastation has been occurring lately.

“The prophecy described that the girls will arrive in Namnos in order to battle the force of Tempest and music is the key, which is why Tempest and the Destroyers had banned music completely.” Ziro explained

“And Domino, she works for Tempest now? She used to work for the Dark Clipse a while ago.” Lina questioned

“She reports to Lorkell, the emperors right hand man. But yes to answer your question. She is one of the 8 Supreme Destroyers, the highest ranking members that work closely with the emperor. The others are Alferon, Raff, Camilla, Liston, Lunara, Earl, and of course Lorkell.”

“Alright so that’s our plan. Kick their asses, stop the emperor, free music, connect with the other dimensions and then go home. Got it.” Bella responded, letting all of the information sink in

“However, I must warn you that the girls will have visions that will lead them to blackness. They are unlike most visions that Guardians receive. They will alter your senses and visions completely and at the most unpredictable times. But as long as you act as one, the visions will slowly fade away.”

“Ok well that shouldn’t be a problem.” Lexy remarked, before noticing small rays of light sneaking through the grate above her. Lifting her hands, she used her non-topic ability to move the rusty metal grate, granting her friends access to escape, each of them using their powers to fly out of the hole. As they each climbed out, the curious and horrified faces of the citizens around the area grew, some even running away in fear

“Oh right, they think we’re criminals now.” Lina muttered under her breath. Ziro slowly climbed up to the grate and poked his head out to speak closer to them.

“Now, if you want to stop Tempest, you must travel across the wastelands to get to his palace. There are many challenges across that area that you will need to overcome so I recommend you please be prepared.” He warned. “Additionally, be wary of the Fall’s Tower, located at the centre of the Wastelands. It’s an area full of dangerous and harmful energy sources that could cause serious damage to you if you come closer.”

“Thanks for the heads up. We’ll keep that in mind.” Keira answered politely.

“If you need any assistance, please contact me on your StarPhone.” He added

“But we don’t have your contact?” Veena questioned. Ziro got down and pulled out his HeartPhone, a royal purple light of the screen illuminates his face as he sends a message to their StarPhone. They were surprised by how fast and efficient the technology is in the Dimensions, as it is more advanced as their own devices.

“Now goodbye to all of you. Until you need me for anything that is. It has been a blessing to serve you.” He replied, nodding towards them. He landed back into the water and turned to return to his post

“Ok so. I guess we get to the palace.” Katherine began but saw Kelsey staring down at her feet

“Do we really want to go running into the wastelands? My boots are already ruined.” She asked

“All of our boots are ruined. You’re not the only one.” Tanya remarked, causing Kelsey to roll her eyes. “But yeah we’re not in the best shoes for walking through a massive desert.”

“Well they don’t have to be.” A voice interrupted their thoughts and they turned to see who the familiar voice was. It was Taj, standing with a large bag strapped across his back. He had a cheeky smirk on his face as he leaned on the nearest wall

“Oh Taj! I thought your mom got mad at you?” Maya greeted

“He can’t watch me every second.” He answered. Anna gave him a smirk, taking amusement out of his tone

“You remind me of a younger me buddy. But what did you just say about our shoes?” Anna responded.

“Well I know a much more shorter way to get across the Wastelands. You don’t have to go trekking to the palace on foot.” He informed, intriguing the girls immensely. Although they didn’t know what he is capable of, or the full extent of their enemies powers, they knew it was time to take action. And a few risks

“Well then, what are we waiting for?”

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[3ris-d1st0rtionnn]

StoLE tHiS fILe FroM THe aRcHivES… dON’t TeLL @speyeralling-down-thy-majesty , bUt i JuST WantEd a LittLE MemENtO oF ThEsE EvENtS… eVEn ThouGh tHeY’Re StiLL iN My HaLLwaYs SomeWhErE :)

Statement of Jade Connor, regarding a strange theme park attraction. Recorded by [REDACTED], head Archivist of the Magnus Institute.

I don’t even know why I decided to send this your way. I know you won’t believe me, nobody does, I just… I need to feel sane for once after last week.

It was last Saturday, if I’m remembering right. I had taken my friend Emma out for a day at this small theme park at the edge of town. Emma Davis… That was her full name. I have to keep reminding myself.

The park was really nothing special, just a small place with a few standard carnival rides and food stands. In all honesty, we were just coming up on finals at university and needed to relieve the pressure with some mindless entertainment, but I had a sort of nostalgia for that park. I had been going there since I was around 8 years old, so I know the place like the back of my hand… It’s no wonder that I picked the new building out so easily.

It looked a bit like one of those old “ghost train” rides, but none of it was visible from the outside. The building was just a small, weathered black box with faded murals painted on the front that I couldn’t make out at all; if I looked closely, I could have sworn I saw the remnants of painted faces, but the paint had streaked and bled too badly to see any details. The only legible text was the word “FUN” in pink and green block letters above the singular entrance door. No information, no name, just “fun.” That should have been my cue to stay away, paired with the sense of paranoia I felt just seeing that damn building, but Emma was already heading in by the time I noticed, shouting her usual lighthearted mockery of me being “too scared.”

I can’t explain how, but I knew I couldn’t let her go in there alone.

The interior of the building was… strange. It definitely wasn’t a dark ride like I expected, more like some kind of funhouse. The entrance led us into a dimly-lit hallway; the walls, ceiling, and floor were all painted black, but it looked… unnaturally dark, as if we were standing in an endless void. A series of doors were painted on the walls, each one skewed oddly in perspective and painted in neon colors so bright, they hurt my eyes to look at too long. I could have sworn there were ultraviolet bulbs set up somewhere, but I couldn’t see any visible light fixtures… or anything, for that matter. No fire sprinklers, no exit signs, no electrical panels… Nothing.

I don’t know how long I was lost in my thoughts. My mind was screaming at me to turn around and leave, that something just wasn’t right here, but I was forced back to my senses by a low creaking sound. One of those doors, the ones that couldn’t possibly be real… somehow opened. It had been replaced by an opening in the wall that looked like it had always been there, with no trace of the door itself to be seen. I could hear Emma’s voice laughing in the distance, calling for me to “find her” and “catch up” before blending in with a cacophony of indistinct background music.

All I could do was run after her.

The hallway opened up into… I can’t even say if it was a room, a hall, or something completely different. It looked like the interior of a dark ride with no track, just a winding path surrounded by these strange props and cutouts, each one painted in those same, blinding neon shades. None of them looked like they were supposed to be animated, but I could have sworn I saw them moving from my peripheral vision. Everything around me was just… constantly shifting and changing, even the path itself was winding off into oblivion. And the music… That damn music. It sounded like 5 tracks of frantic cartoon music looping over each other. I couldn’t make out any words, any instruments, whether there were actual voices or if it was all an instrumental, but I felt like there was something in there, like a message I was supposed to understand. Did I hear Emma’s voice up ahead, or was it part of the audio? There was no way I could tell, but I could have sworn I heard her laughing.

I had to have been walking for hours, maybe even days. My ears were ringing, panic building up in my chest as I broke into a run, screaming out Emma’s name, struggling to navigate this deteriorating maze of lights and colors. The walls had faces. The props were pointing at me and laughing. The path was narrowing, trailing off into oblivion and herding me in one direction until… Until I reached the room. Until I saw it.

It was a small room, completely filled with doors. They were all stacked on top of each other, defying logic and space, the walls extending upward infinitely like some twisted rabbit hole I was at the bottom of. I somehow knew not to touch them, that they wouldn’t let me leave yet. And in the center of it all… God, I can’t describe the thing.

It was twice my height, this… complete mockery of a person. Its arms were far too long, allowing its clawed, twisted hands to scrape the floor as if they’d been dislocated from their sockets. The thing smiled, the corners of its mouth extending past its face, exposing what had to be around 7 rows of teeth. Its eyes constantly shifted in color, spiraling voids that pierced right through me. It said nothing at first, but I could hear the audible snap of its neck as it tilted at a painful angle, motioning toward one of the doors nearby.

Just past that door, I could hear Emma’s voice. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing hysterically or screaming, but the sound was… completely unnatural, a noise that came from the very depths of insanity.

“Don’t worry, she’s having fun.”

The thing’s voice felt like broken glass scraping my brain, like a voicebox that was nearly out of battery. My head pulsed with pain, a primal instinct of panic overwhelming my body.

The next thing I knew, I was sprinting down another hallway. My vision was fading in and out, the ear-bleeding soundtrack returning to laugh at me as that figure blinked in and out of my peripheral vision, always behind me as if it knew I wouldn’t get anywhere. The last thing I remember was dropping to my knees, my nails sinking into my arms as I screamed, and…

..and then I was back outside. The second my eyes snapped open, I was lying on the pavement, surrounded by concerned onlookers and emergency personnel. I can barely remember what they claimed had happened, something about a “spontaneous breakdown” leading to me collapsing.

It had only been two minutes since I apparently “broke down.” The building was nowhere to be seen.

Asking about Emma led to the same response of concern… There were no records of her ever entering the park. There were no records of her anywhere; trust me, I checked. Not in the contacts on my phone, not online, nowhere. It’s like she was just… erased as soon as that thing took her.

I haven’t left my home since then. I can still hear that damn music looping in my ears, I can see that thing in the corner of my eye… It’s only a matter of time before it comes for me next, and I know it won’t let me go this time.

Statement ends. A follow-up has been requested, but we can find no records of a “Jade Connor” or their contact information in our databases, except for this transcript.

[newidentity]

Hai^3

I’m Rayni, mostly prefer They/Them but I’m fine with She/Her. Here to write fanfiction, meet new people, and ask questions, and explore thoughts!

What fandoms I am in: Harry Potter, Keeper of the Lost Cities, These Violent Delights

You can call me: Rayn/Ray/Rayni

Books: The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Giver, Romeo and Juliet

Feel free to dm me or send a fanfiction or short story request! I accept almost everything!

Interests and hobbies: Reading, writing, acting (I used to do this), drawing, meet new people, gardening, anime (I used to binge watch amine and draw them afterwards)

Other accounts I have: Wattpad (ThoughtsOfPast, display name is Ryni), Quotev (CyrahSkyleneRay, display name is Ryni Harper)

These are my main accounts I use.

Well, I only have one friend on Tumblr. Her blog is @the-purple-void .

Please check it out! It is so awesome.

Sometimes I might be posting some stories that I am inspired by a TikTok short or video. For example, What is trending is “Do you remember the rain” Harry Potter videos. Especially actress Emma Watson and Tom Felton posing together!

I might do some Slytherin boys oneshots as well, let’s see how it goes.

Fake friends - Have never seen you cry

Real friends - Cry with you

Fake friends - Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back

Real friends - Keep your stuff for so long they forget it's yours

Fake friends - Know few things about you

Real friends - Could write a book about you

Fake friends - Would knock on your front door

Real friends- Walk right in and say, "I'M HOME!"

Fake friends - Will help you when you fall over

Real friends - Will jump on top of you and shout "Doggy pile"

Fake friends - Are for a while

Real friends - Are for life

Fake friends -Will read this

Real friends - Will copy and paste this, just like I did

Fake friends - Say, “love ya” jokingly

Real Friends - Say, "I love you" and mean it

Fake Friends - Will sit with you after a breakup and say, "I'm sorry."

Real Friends - Will call them and ask what their problem is before devising a plan to destroy them

Fake Friends - Will read this

Real Friends - Will steal this. There are some people who are getting too fake here on Quotev. They only want posts, comments, or see how many friends they can get. So let's see who actually reposts this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention. Copy and repost this in your bulletin, just like I did. It occurs to me that for each and every one of you on my followers list, I catch myself looking at your pictures, sharing jokes and news, as well as giving support during good and bad times. I am also happy to have you among my friends. We will see who will take the time to read this message until the end. If you appreciate your friends from all over the world, go ahead and copy this into your status too, even if it's just for a minute. I'm going to be watching to see who takes care of the friendship, just like me. Thank you all for being a part of my life. Copy and paste, please. Tag as many people that you think would repost this because they are good friends. Well, truth be told, I don't know if these people can say the same for me but we'll see. At times we can be angry, but anger is normal. If no one was ever angry, mad, or sad, we wouldn't be human, so swear this oath...

I swear,

We will be kind,

We will be friendly,

We will be friends,

We will be us,

We will be humans,

We will be friends.

REPOSTED (Please repost this)

We found courage with Neville, we laughed with Fred and George,

we were unique with Luna, we fought our demons with Remus,

we learned from Hermione, we found confidence with Ron, and we stuck until the end with Harry. Together we saved the world.

Spread the word. We are the Harry Potter Generation.

I promise to remember Harry

When someone grows up with no love.

I promise to remember Ron

When I feel overshadowed.

I promise to remember Hermione

When I meet someone with wisdom beyond their years.

I promise to remember James and Lily

When someone dies before their time.

I promise to remember Dumbledore

At the thought of the greater good.

I promise to "Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good"

for Gred, Forge, and Padfoot, of course.

I promise to remember Moony

And fight for human rights.

I promise to remember Narcissa

When I'd do anything for family.

I promise to remember Tonks

When I feel hyper and cheery.

I promise to remember Hedwig

Who lived and died soaring.

I promise to remember Ginny

When I must face my fears.

I promise to remember Percy

When ambition gets the best of me.

I promise to have constant vigilance

For Mad-Eye's sake, of course.

I promise to remember Hagrid

When one is wrongly accused.

I promise to remember Neville

When I stand up for what is right.

I promise to remember the Marauders

When a friend says, "Call me, and I'll be there."

I promise to remember Dobby

When asked the price of freedom.

I promise to remember Luna

When I don't care what other people think of me.

I promise to remember Seamus

When things go wrong, I still persevere.

I promise to remember Oliver

When I soar to great heights.

I promise to remember the Dursleys

When my parents still keep denying that they hid my Hogwarts acceptance letter.

I promise to remember Gilderoy Lockhart

Whenever I chance upon narcissistic people.

I promise to remember Snape

When asked the true meaning of love, and not given in return.

I promise to remember Draco

When I have to make hard choices between good and evil.

I promise to remember Grindelwald

When I think someone is redeemable.

I promise to remember Tom Riddle

When I am tempted by what I know is wrong.

I promise to remember J.K. Rowling

When I value the power of imagination.

And when they ask "After all this time?" I'll say, "Always."

Yes, I promise that I will Remember Harry Potter.

If you're a Harry Potter Fan copy and paste this to your profile.

You Know You're a Book Nerd If

You can randomly open a page and know exactly what's going on.

Just about everything you do revolves around reading.

If you're not reading, you're probably on wattpad, fanfiction.net or quotev, drawing fan art, etc.

You try to get all of your friends to read your favorite books. (Make deals that you'll read their favorite if they read yours)

Everything reminds you of the book.

You quote random lines all the time.

You try to do things that the characters do, even though you know you can't.

You've gotten incredibly bored in class, and debated on doing something your favorite character can do to escape the class.

You have pictures of your favorite characters on your computer.

You've got a book memorized.

You've read a specific book more than five times.

You've read a book with 400 pages in less than two days.

You've planned and prepared a siege on a writer's house because he/she killed a character you like.

You blatantly deny it when someone calls a character fictional.

IF YOU ARE A BOOK NERD AND PROUD OF IT, COPY AND PASTE THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE!

Now, I’m done with my intro!

Please feel free to drop by and say hi!

-Rayni

[t-lane-writes]

Five Lines Tag

I wasn't tagged, but @blind-the-winds said "and you!" and I thought they meant me.

It's fot The Specters (my current WIP)

A Line About A Weapon

Nersan shook his head, took a step back and raised his hands, so the woman would back off. Emma realized her palms were curled into fists. She made a conscious effort to release them but curled them right back a moment later. The strange woman put her weapon down and tilted her head to the side.  “Nersan Ziya,” she drawled. “Long time no see.” 

A Passionate Line

She blinked, like she understood something, but not exactly the message he had for her. Something else.  He was still holding her face, a light touch, barely there. His thumb near her lips. And she watched his face with sharp intensity. The tip of her tongue slid out, as her eyes wandered to his lips and then back up. His thumb traced the drop of moisture, instinctively. She held her breath. 

A Line With Touch

Neve took a step closer to him and carefully reached out to touch his shoulder. “Are you okay?” she asked.  He put his hand over hers and nodded. Closed his eyes, drawing comfort from the contact. At least she could do this little. After a few seconds he opened his eyes, then touched his lips with an open palm and extended it toward her. “Thank you.”  “Okay.” Neve muttered, flustered. He was her mentor, he was the strong one, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do now.  Anaher touched her hand to make her look at him again, then pointed at the heap of soil and leaves and pebbles and broken ceramics under the window, then at the kitchen cabinet. When she turned to look there, he pulled at her hand again and, when she looked, made a sign she didn’t know.  “Careful,” he whispered when she didn’t understand.  “With the plants?” Neve made sure. He had quite a lot of them, must have wanted to save whatever could still be saved. “Of course, I will be careful,” she promised. 

A Line That Is Shouted

Anaher [...] signed to his brother, “We’re leaving. Come.”  “No!” Troy screamed. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”  “Hey, easy.” Even Jan-Rei was surprised, but Troy didn’t pay him any attention. He charged at Anaher and pushed him with both his hands.  Anaher took a step back, air escaping his lungs from the impact of both, his brother’s hands and the wall he hit with his back. He gasped, but Troy wasn’t aware of that either.  “Do you think I wanted you here? Do you think I need you? That I ever needed you? You ruined my life! Go away! You hear me? Go away!”   He was right in Anaher’s face, his spit landing on his cheeks and eyelids. Anaher tried to push him away [...]

A Sad Line

How was he supposed to-- He looked at Emma. He loved her. She was the greatest thing that happened to him. He believed in her. The last thing he wanted was to cause her pain.  She glanced up, not reaching his face really, and then looked down at her lap again. “They followed Zane Lee’s manifesto,” she guessed, with unconcealed bitterness.  “I started to hate him then,” Nersan admitted in a whisper. “Now I know I was wrong. They are wrong--”  “Please stop.” Emma put a hand over his. “I know,” she uttered. “Tell the story.”  “Of course.” Nersan swallowed through a lump in his throat. “This is where it all started,” he said, because there wasn’t much to add. “At the very least it is one of the places where the Extremists movement was initiated. And-- I had my part in it.”  He could add how he hadn’t been here long. How, when Wendi and Willem’s true allegiance had been revealed, how when he heard about Steinn’s plans, he couldn’t be a part of this any longer. How he didn’t intend to look for Emma. He had known her before leaving Majid, they had met through Anaher. After leaving this place and going back to Majid he-- Truth be told he had been curious. Truth be told he had initiated their first meeting, his and Emma’s. 

Tagging, no pressure: @echo-bleu , @drippingmoon , @hithelleth , @daisywords , @void-botanist , @memento-morri-writes , @ryns-ramblings , @did-i-do-this-write , @aohendo and.. yeah, you!

When tackling this, replace "A Passionate Line" with "A Line About Frienship".