#finally i managed to be 'one of the first 10 in someone's dash' lmao

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*Hugs you real tight* Would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe. ♡

[adorerdraco]

It’s Only Quidditch ✧ Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Request: can i please request you and draco being in slytherin and dating for a while and you two are on the quidditch team with him so maybe you two are in a match together but you get hurt and he gets worried and has to win the game and visits you after and maybe even wrecks the person who hurt you hehe just fluff and angst

AU AROUND 6TH YEAR NO VOLDY

Warnings: angry!draco, vengeful!draco, VIOLENCE, kinda graphic details like blood and injuries, lil bit of angst

Words: 3.9K (love making these long for no reason)

A/N: ANGRY DRACO IS SO HOT IM SORRY WOW BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOOOD PLEASE ENJOY MY MADE UP CHARACTER AND MY SUPER LONG QUIDDITCH GAME THAT CONFUSED ME AFTER A WHILE OF TRYING TO WRITE LMAO and i made gif :)

November had begun and with it came the new season of quidditch at Hogwarts along with very poor weather and over-bundling nerves. Tensions had always gotten high around this time of the year amongst the teams and all animosity between the house’s respective players was on the forefront as the competition was building. It was like clockwork every year; captain’s starting strenuous training schedules, begging Snape to help book the stadium even if it was already occupied, spying on other teams to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention the arguments that would happen regularly in between the first couple of games when you and your teammates would be accused of cheating or using dangerous and illegal moves. Which did happen to be true most of the time.

It was safe to say that it was the most eventful time of the year, and as suffocating as it sometimes got - you looked forward to it every time the new term started. It was in quidditch that you found yourself feeling the freest in, zipping around the stadium in a flash of green with the wind blowing through your hair and crisp autumn air biting at your cheeks. But most notably, it was in quidditch that you met Draco Malfoy and had quickly evolved from teammates to friends, to him now being your boyfriend.

You made Slytherin’s team your second year as a Chaser, a shiny new broom being given to you on the first day of scheduled training when Lucius Malfoy had made a generous donation that came along with a new platinum blond seeker. With the two of you being the latest additions to the teams, your captain, Marcus Flint, had decided to leave the dirty work for the two of you to do in the downtime every one else was able to enjoy. Marcus never changed that as the years went on.

So you and Draco would be sent off to other teams’ practices nearly every other day or week, depending on how secure Flint was feeling, both of you huddling closely together for sometimes hours behind the thick wooden benches as you watched and studied tactics with conversations in between. You would joke around a lot and call him your partner in crime which he would always roll his eyes to and make a snide and playful comment about even if he secretly loved hearing it. And the two of you stayed partners in crime for a while, neither of you ever making any move towards the other besides lingering touches and longing looks, and very rarely, a shy compliment.

It wasn’t until last year when you were hiding behind the bleachers, bored out of your mind watching Ravenclaw have a flawless run through around the stadium when you were graced with the dumbest idea.

“They’re playing good today,” you drawled out, “too good that it’s boring.”

“You reckon they studied so hard and found the key to quidditch?” He snickered as he played around with a pebble on the ground with his wand.

“We should help them out,” you suggested as Draco turned to raise a puzzled eyebrow at you. “Prepare them for the unexpected, nothing too crazy.”

You took out your wand from your pocket and pointed it towards one of their Beaters that was sitting idly by on their broom, a faint “confundus” leaving your lips that caused the broom to jerk swiftly to the side and nearly topple over its rider.

“You’re a genius,” Draco laughed quietly, repositioning himself so that he was right beside you with his wand directed out into the field. He spotted one of the bludgers flying towards the same Beater and instead of colliding with the bat, he used a charm to direct it into the back of their broom and then doubled it back around to try and hit one of the passing by Chaser’s that moved at the very last minute. 

You were a giggling mess, gripping tightly onto Draco’s arm as you watched everyone begin to look around wildly for the wild bludger with panicked expressions. What either of you didn’t realize in the middle of your joyed hysterics and Draco’s smugness for causing the angelic sounds, was that the bludger was flying idly still in front of the bleacher’s as his wand was still trained on it without moving it around anymore, his focus completely gone and concentrated on you.

It wasn’t until you heard someone yell out a, “Is that Malfoy and Y/L/N back there again?!” That made you get up with a sudden jolt, grabbing onto your accomplice’s hand as you ran towards the set of stairs that descended out of the stands. All you heard was distant angry insults and threats quickly fading out of ear-shot while you ran, laughing uncontrollably alongside Draco with his hand still tightly gripped in yours. 

When you finally reached the entrance of the empty courtyard of the castle with flustered cheeks and wheezing chuckles, you looked down at your joined hands at the same time he did and after a few seconds of realization and lingering adrenaline, you quickly moved into each other with a yearning kiss that changed everything from that day forward.

Draco stood beside you while you sat on a bench outside the locker room, your head resting lazily on the side of his leg while his fingers carded soothingly through your hair. Marcus was pacing in front of you, using his broom as a walking and pointing stick whenever he wanted to add any calculated words to his very hostile pep-talks that left everyone feeling more irritated and stressed.

Today was the last game of the season and the most important, it was the game that ended the season with a shimmering Inter-House Quidditch Cup and it just so happened to be against Gryffindor, making the stakes much higher than they already were. The matches against Gryffindor were by far, the most dangerous as they weren't afraid to play roughly either if push came to shove. The determination to beat each other and to win was critical on both sides and the day always ended with some sort of injuries.

“I don’t care how dirty we have to play today,” Flint fumed to the team, “I don’t care how many fouls we get, as long as we win.”

“Relax, Flint,” you sighed deeply. “We have the best players on our team and we’ve been working our arses off all season, we’ll be fine.”

“Still, I want to see blood out there,” he muttered back, walking towards the entrance of the field as Madam Hooch started calling your team out to start.

You stood up with a huff, Draco frowning when he noticed how tense you looked when your eyes worriedly met his.

“All right, love?”

“I'm just nervous,” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess up.”

The silver-haired boy moved to stand in front of you, placing two strong hands on either side of your arms to stand you in place so that he would be the only thing your wandering eyes were able to focus on.

“You are the best Chaser that Slytherin has ever had, no, that Hogwarts has ever had and I know for a fact you’re going to do amazing out there,” he cups your face with care, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face as he spoke. “You’ve got this.”

He pressed an encouraging kiss onto your forehead and then your lips, smiling at you supportively before taking your hand and hurriedly walking the two of you out into the field where the match was about to start.

Almost the whole school had shown up in an overcrowded sea of red and gold for Gryffindor. There were red sparks and small fireworks of lions that were charmed to roar when the animal would open its mouth. On one end of the stands, however, was the entire student body of Slytherin that was throwing green and silver ribbons and sparklers from their wands, yelling loudly in support as if their life depended on it. Over the rails, they had thrown down a large poster of a snake that moved around sleekly over large green words that read, “SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN.”

Rain was lightly drizzling from the grayed dense clouds above, a sharp chill in the air from an approaching winter that always seemed to give the worst weather during the last couple of games of the year. You didn’t mind it since the cold had always felt nice against your sweaty skin during the game and it served like a small revitalizing shock that gave you a surge of energy to push forward with. 

Madam Hooch quickly went over the rules, set free the bludgers, and the snitch, forced the two captains, Wood and Flint, to shake hands and by the time she had counted down from three to one - brooms were soared into the sky with such speed it looked like a tornado had formed as she threw the quaffle up into the air.

A roar of cheers erupted from beside you as you got ahold of the quaffle, dashing past your House while you headed straight towards the Gryffindor’s goal post and managed to make the first shot in within the first five minutes of the game putting you at 10-0. You spotted Draco flying around above, smiling down brightly at you with triumph that only fueled your confidence as you darted forward to catch the ball again. You were, just as Draco had said, the best Chaser on the team and in all of the school. You were fast, agile, and smart when it came down to it and you were the reason why your team had easily wracked up 40 points with thirty minutes down in the match. Marcus was always trailing behind you with focus, shoving anyone who tried to get to you or pulling them back by their robes that landed Slytherin a couple of fouls throughout. 

You didn’t like to play dirty, but when Katie Bell had rammed into your side either accidentally or on purpose, it knocked the quaffle out of your hands and into one of their other Chaser’s, Rowan Rees, a muscular and tall seventh-year boy that had made the team that same year. With Katie still closely trying to cut you off, you veered sharply into her with your shoulder before breaking away from her and heading towards your goal post where they were trying to shoot. 

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM Y/L/N, FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!” 

You rolled your eyes at the announcer, completely ignoring the boo’s that had filled the air as you whizzed past the other houses even though it was you who got hit first. Just as Rees had raised his arm to score, you flew over him, swooping your arm underneath your broom until you felt the quaffle back in your palm and ripped it from his grasp. The match was becoming more intense by the second, Gryffindor was promptly catching up in points because of the penalties they were awarded from the illegal moves your team was making and it left you feeling more pressured that it was nearly a tie now, Flint reminded you of that every chance he zoomed past you.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching you cautiously from across the field most of the game when he noticed how close everyone was trying to get to you. You didn’t see the way you were almost tugged back multiple times or were missed by inches when someone was about to push you. Or how the Beaters were deliberately directing the bludgers in your direction. You also didn’t see how irked you had made Rees with your constant scoring and with the sporadic few times you had cut him off or almost bumped into him - but your boyfriend did, and he was much more focused on your safety now than the Golden Snitch he or Potter hasn’t spotted yet. Instead of searching for it, he was purposefully maneuvering himself around in front of the other Chasers to throw them off their focal point towards you so that you would have a clearer path to fly through.

He watched as you pulled your broom upwards to try and twist away from the area but Rees had reached out and pulled at your ankle, sending you out of your seat as the quaffle fell while you tried to rebalance yourself. That was all the encouragement the blond needed when he hurtled down into the mess, kicking at the back of Rees’ broom and sending him quickly spinning on a dive before he could try and move any further. 

“FOUL AGAINST REES AND MALFOY FOR KICKING AND TUGGING!”

“MALFOY!” Flint roared as he flew past, “Potter’s spotted the snitch! This isn’t your place, get out of here, NOW!”

And when he looked up, sure enough, Harry was going around desperately with an arm outstretched towards the small glint of gold that was moving too fast. 

“Go, I’m fine!” You shouted out to him when you flew back up with the ball back in your arms.

It was like slow motion when he forced himself to leave your surroundings, everything around him was moving fast and intensely with everyone screaming wildly that he couldn’t think straight. In a daze, he haphazardly sped towards Harry but noticed the panicked look on the seeker’s face when he had lost sight of it again which directed his attention right back to you. You were right in front of the Gryffindor goal post, arm stretched over your head and releasing the quaffle with a harsh throw.

“Y/L/N MAKES THE GOAL, TEAMS ARE AT A TIE-”

It wasn’t until the very last minute that everyone, including you, had realized the flash of red that came hurtling into your side at full speed, Rees colliding so loudly with you that it echoed around the stadium in a powerful clang and crack.

Draco watched in horror as you were thrown off your broom, your now unconscious body falling like a rag doll with a speed that sent his stress levels into overdrive. He had never pushed down on his broom so fast, immediately abandoning his spot to bolt towards you even as Marcus was screaming at him to not go. 

A few feet above the ground and before you met it, he managed to loop his arm around your waist and heave you onto the front of his broom with a slight struggle as it was now raining hard and clouding his vision. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Mcgonagall rushing into the field, hands holding tightly onto their hats as they worriedly rushed towards the area where your broom had fallen and where Draco was hovering over with you. 

“TEAMS ARE TAKING A 10 MINUTE TIME OUT!”

Marcus had flown down towards him, face twisted in fury and annoyance as he approached. 

“Is there a reason you’re not being a seeker, today?” He spits, “because I’ve been seeing you do everything but your job.”

“My bloody girlfriend just got knocked out!” Draco seethed at him. “I’m not going back into the game, I’m going with her to the hospital wing.”

“Like hell you are,” Flint scowled, “if you leave, you'll forfeit us the game. If you stay and let Potter catch that Snitch so it’ll be over quicker, I will personally make sure that this is your last year on the team. You’re going to win this for us.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called up to him, waving her arms hastily. “She needs to go to the infirmary, immediately!”

The two Slytherins were staring each other down aggressively as Draco contemplated the threat he was just given. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw a hex at Flint and leave with you, but he just swallowed thickly and nodded at him before descending towards the ground and letting you off carefully into the hands of Madam Pomfrey. A surge of fear ran through his body when he finally saw you clearly; a harsh red mark was making its way up to your neck, the corner of your bottom lip had split and doubled in size, there was a small scratch on your cheekbone. It made him feel queasy, but he tore his eyes away from you and hopped back onto his broom while glaring angrily at Marcus and the distant group of huddled Gryffindor’s. 

He was blinded in rage when the match resumed and even more enraged when Flint had cheered loudly when the announcer granted Slytherin a penalty for the injury Rees gave you, allowing them basically to get a free score in against Gryffindor. Draco let his eyes wander around for the snitch for the first time that day and he could hear his heart thundering in his eardrums in distress as the rain continued to make his search worse. All he wanted was to get out of the game to check up on you, and then he'd come back to the stadium to throw his fists into Rees’ face with maybe a few hits in on Marcus.

Just as he was losing hope, he saw a flash of gold whiz past him with a loud buzzing that shocked him into alertness. He didn’t care that catching the snitch would win the game, or the cup, or give him all the glory, no - this was his ticket out. He dived towards it with his arm outstretched, hand thrashing around in the wind as he tried to eagerly catch it. In seconds, Harry was right beside him, bumping him with his shoulder to try and throw him off the path but Draco only pushed back harder. There was a flurry of shouting as everyone watched, the announcer was yelling into the mic about the seekers going head-to-head, bludgers were flying past him. 

It was pure chaos and urgency, Draco could feel the fluttering of its wings beneath his palm and when Harry pushed into him one more time, he felt the coldness of the Snitch get trapped into his enclosed hand, the vibration of its wings sending a current of relief up his arm that spread throughout his whole body as he soared up into the sky while brandishing it to the schools’ painfully watchful eyes.

“MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING SLYTHERIN THIS YEAR’S INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

Draco hurriedly made his way down to the field where the rest of his house was pooling into, celebrating proudly and calling out for him to praise, but when he landed on the ground and was met with half of the Gryffindor team including Rowan Rees - all his wrath came flooding back into him. 

Angelina, another Gryffindor Chaser, had nudged Rowan with her shoulder, pointing towards the Slytherin Prince that was stalking towards them.

“Malfoy,” Rees started bitterly, “sorry about the girlfriend, I was only trying to knock the quaffle out her hands.”

“After she had already thrown it?” He glowered, walking closer up to the boy that was beginning to straighten himself out and flex. “Looked a little personal seeing how she was dragging you through the dust the whole game.”

“Accidents happen, mate,” Rees shrugged, “it’s only quidditch, you won didn’t you? Maybe you should be thanking me for giving you that extra push to win the game.”

A clear line had been crossed and everyone who was listening knew it. But before Rowan could say anything to try and drag himself out of the hole he had just dug himself into, he was being tackled into the ground with Draco above him throwing punches wherever he could land them. There was loud hooting and laughing coming from the Slytherins that gathered around the fight, cheering loudly for their House superior.

Rees was thrashing around on the ground, trying frantically to throw off the extremely infuriated boy that was repeatedly pounding into his face with bloodied and bruised fists. Oliver Wood ran up to the sudden brawl, Fred and George following closely behind him as they all started trying to rip the fighting boy’s apart from each other. Oliver had gotten Draco off briefly, allowing Rees to try and get a hit in but it was dodged at the last second as the blond quickly leaped up to his feet. The fight immediately ended when a muddy shoe had collided with Rowan’s jaw and Draco stepped back satisfied with the damage he had done, roughly shrugging off the grip Oliver still had on his arm.

“It’s only quidditch, right?” He spat venomously from above the Gryffindor who was holding his now battered face in pain. “That’ll teach you from putting your hands on a woman too.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Madam Hooch bellowed as she broke through the crowd in a frenzy. “50 points from Slytherin, go wait outside Professor Snape’s office for further punishment, go right now!”

Draco did go, and instantly, but he didn’t go down to the dungeons to hear about the lengthy detention that he knew he was going to get and the scolding for being reckless and stupid. His feet carried his sore body up the many stairs that led to the hospital wing, his pace picking up swiftly when he saw the large double doors of the infirmary ajar and he was able to hear a faint and familiar voice speaking indistinctly. 

He threw open the doors, walking straight in as if he owned the place and ignored Pomfrey’s requests for him to leave as he made a beeline towards your hunched figure that was facing away from him. 

“I need to see her,” he said to the nurse quickly when she stopped in front of him. “I’ll leave soon, please.”

At the sound of his voice, you hastily turned around in your spot to face him, a yelp escaping your lips for moving too quickly through your injuries. Pomfrey stepped out of the way with a sigh allowing Draco to jog over to you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he scowled when he reached you. You were wearing a sling, a deep purple and yellowed bruise quickly set itself over the side of your arm and the same cuts he saw from earlier were still scattered over your features. His fingers ghosted over your skin and he let out a deep shaky exhale of anxiousness before moving his thumb up to graze your cheek tenderly.

“What happened to you?” You asked quietly in shock when you noticed his mud-splattered clothes and tattered fists. 

“Long story,” he drawled. “Don’t worry about me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you muttered with a slight shrug that made you whimper lightly. “Did we win?”

He nodded quietly, his eyes still scanning sadly over your face with a frown. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

“Only if I can help,” you sniggered faintly, trying to make light of the situation and succeeding in doing so when you saw he had cracked a small smile. With his hand still on your cheek, he bent down to press a firm kiss on the top of your hair and then warmly on the side of your mouth that wasn’t bleeding.

“I’ll just let you finish him off then,” he mulled amusingly when he pulled away.

“Finish him off?”

The doors of the hospital wing were thrown open again, a sea of red flowing inside as they carried in a pummeled Rowan with a busted lip, bloodied nose, black eye, and deeply bruised jaw. You looked briskly between Rees and Draco, both of them staring daggers at each other and it rapidly clicked in your mind why your boyfriend had looked like he just walked through a battlefield in your absence.

“Oh.”

[avnkin]

THE BET ( jj maybank. )

Chapter 8 - Intoxicating

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of sex, foul language, alcohol & the usual dash of angst

author’s note: it’s been a while but i’m getting my inspo back finally lmao hope you enjoy this chapter gif is by @heapass also veins oml

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You and JJ hadn’t spoken a word to each other after what had happened. You’d just laid silently in his bed, listening to each other’s heavy breaths as you got your heartbeat to slow down from your previous endeavours.

“So what does this mean?” JJ was the first to break the silence as he rolled over to look up at you.

“Uh- i’m not sure, do you want this to mean something?” you hesitantly asked moving down a little so you were at eye level with each other.

“Yeah I do, but I think I may need some time to get over you and Rafe- I just can’t get the image of you two together out of my head”

That sentence made your blood boil, even if you wanted to get back together you weren’t about to let him blame you for everything that went wrong in your relationship.

“JJ are you being serious right now? It’s not like I cheated on you, we were broken up when I kissed Rafe!” you chided getting out of the bed, covering your naked body with his bed sheets.

“I don’t care and I wouldn’t have minded it as much if it had been anyone but Rafe! He’s made all of our lives living hells for the last year- I mean he nearly cost Pope his job! So it’s not because you made out with someone it’s who it was with!” JJ snapped back getting out of bed after you, quickly pulling on his boxers.

“You’re such an asshole! I don’t even know how I thought of getting back together with you!” you retorted hastily walking around the room in an attempt to find your clothes.

Once you finally managed to get fully dressed you went to unlock the door but JJ pulled you back before you could leave.

You quickly snatched your hand out of his grasp not giving him a chance to talk “give me a call once you’ve decided to stop being a self absorbed asshole” you grumbled slamming his bedroom door shut in his face.

You stormed out of the chateau still adjusting your clothes, when Kiara pulled into the driveway with Pope and John B, perfect timing.

“Hey-“ Pope started but was cut off by you crashing into his shoulder as you stormed past your three clueless friends.

“What was that about” Pope questioned turning to Kiara and John B who stood there, bewildered at your sudden outburst.

“Fuck” Kiara mumbled once she remembered the reason you’d been here in the first place, practically running into the chateau to find JJ.

“What the hell happened!?” Kiara shrieked as she pushed open the door into JJ’s room who just shook his head and let himself fall down onto his mattress.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugged her off not bothering to look up at her.

“Don’t give me that bullshit JJ, I drove Y/N here earlier so you two could make up and then I see her practically crying running out of here so what happened!”

“It didn’t work out alright! We’re not getting back together and we’re not gonna be friends again, okay!?”

“was that your decision or hers?” Kiara countered.

“Hers! or- I mean I just told her that it would take time to get over the thing with Rafe and she just lost it!”

“JJ are you kidding me? You dated her for a bet and she was able to forgive you for that and you’ve got the audacity to be mad at her for something she did when you were broken up! Come on JJ you’re better than that”

“But its Rafe-“ Kiara quickly cut him off.

“I know! Do you think I like the fact she chose him of all guys to be with? But she was hurting because she thought that the guy she really wanted was only with her for money, you both need to sort your shit out because this is getting really tiring for all of us” she spoke gesturing towards her, Pope and John B who stood in silence behind her clearly taken aback by her words.

JJ scoffed not bothering to respond simply pulling a shirt over his head and walking past the three pogues towards the front door.

“You’re just gonna leave?” Kiara chided following after him “yeah I am” he replied coldly before slamming the door shut in her face.

Tears were furiously running down your cheeks as you walked the road down the cut that lead to figure 8.

Deciding to walk home maybe hadn’t been the brightest idea you had, it was so hot you thought you were going to pass out but you refused to spend another minute with JJ.

A sudden honk from behind you made you jerk around, only picking up your pace when you saw Wards all to familiar jet black Range Rover, not needing to guess twice as to who was sat in the drivers seat.

“Y/N?” Rafe leaned out the window as he pressed on the break just enough so he was able to drive alongside you.

“Go away” you replied curtly beginning to walk even faster although you knew your chances of outrunning a car were not in your favor.

“Come on Y/N let me drive you home you’re gonna melt out here in this heat” he sounded sincere his eyebrows contorting, silently begging for you to get into the car.

You came to an abrupt halt as you turned to face him arm crossed over your chest. You had two options one walk home in the burning heat which would probably take you around two hours or get into the car with Rafe and have to endure his company for 10 minutes.

You went with the latter huffing before pulling the door handle and getting into the car without a word, although you couldn’t contain the moan that slipped past your lips once the cool air from the AC met your flaming skin.

“Y/N I just wanted to-“ he began but you cut him off raising your index finger towards his face “stop I don’t wanna hear it just drive me home” he nodded obviously disappointed but kept on driving either way.

Once you pulled into your driveway he gave you one last pleading look but you didn’t give him a chance to talk muttering a small thanks before slipping out of the passenger seat and slamming the car door shut in his face.

You were in desparate need of a shower your sweaty skin beginning to stick to the shirt that loosely hung over your body.

You decided to push all thoughts of JJ into the back of your mind as you turned the shower on wanting nothing more than to take back the fact that you’d gone and slept with him.

“Idiot” you mumbled shaking your head the warm water travelling down your body the only comfort you felt you needed right now.

Just as you began to feel the corner of your eyes brim with tears you were startled to hear the bathroom door open.

“What the hell!” you shrieked once you saw Kiara walk in with a large purple backpack slung over her shoulder.

“That door was locked!” you yelled hurriedly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself.

“I know that’s why I have a knife” she deadpanned before placing the silver object she’d obviously stolen from your kitchen on the bathroom counter.

“What do you want Kie?” you huffed finally stepping fully out of the shower and onto the white tiled floor.

“You, me” she lifted up the backpack she’d been holding “and our dear friend vodka”

“I love you” you gushed grabbing the bag out of her hands and walking into your bedroom gently placing it on your bed.

“What’s the occasion?” you turned to face her “the occasion is a party down at the cut” she smiled sitting down on your bed unzipping the bag revealing the numerous amount of white claws and the huge bottle of vodka.

“God are you trying to kill me? you know i’m a lightweight” you gaped at the numerous beverages but still grabbed a white claw quickly opening it and taking a large sip.

“Who said any of this was for you” she raised an eyebrow an amused smile playing at her lips “shut up” you laughed.

“You owe me this whole thing is your fault” you took another sip out of the can before it was harshly ripped away from you the liquid spilling all over your arm.

“Oh so it’s my fault you hooked up with Rafe” Kiara placed a hand on her hip as she held the white claw up with her other hand.

“No” you snatched the drink back before continuing “it’s your fault that I went to JJ’s which ultimately led to the decision of me sleeping with him and making a complete fool of myself in the progress”

“Fair enough” she surrendered “get ready we need to be down at the beach in half an hour”

Once you’d made it down to the beach you’d already downed four white claws and three shots the alcohol running through your veins making you feel dizzy as you walked alongside Kie towards the crowd of teenagers all packed together around the keg watching as a girl you didn’t recognised stood in a handstand downing the beer without a struggle.

“I could do that” you slurred Kiara’s head turning in the direction you were looking “no you couldn’t” she chuckled dragging you towards John B and Pope who looked beyond shocked to see you.

“Y/N?” John B looked almost panicked as he abruptly stood up his eyes frantically beginning to dart all over the beach before stopping and widening as he looked at something behind you.

You turned to where his eyes were directed and you were horrified at the sight before you. There he was none other than JJ Maybank himself with his tongue shoved down some girls throat.

“That asshole!” you practically growled throwing the white claw you held down onto the sand as you made a bee line towards him, Kiara frantically picking up the can before following after you.

“Real classy J” you sneered a scowl resting on your face as you gave him the most disgusted look you could muster.

“Y/N” was all he said as he turned to face you, he didn’t even look sorry.

“So this is your way of trying to repair our relationship” you shot at him and the girl quickly stood up practically running away from the scene unfolding before her.

“Hey i’m just doing what you’ve been doing all along” he replied curtly standing up to face you.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean JJ” you were surprised at your ability to form a whole sentence since you didn’t exactly see straight, but this whole exchange seemed to be sobering you up.

“I saw you earlier getting into that car with Rafe!”

“What? you were following me?”

“Yes! Because I wanted to come and apologise for how I acted but clearly I was right all along!”

“JJ I didn’t ask him for a ride or call him he offered and I accepted because because I didn’t really feel like walking all the way from the cut back home in the burning heat!” a hint of regret washed over his face at your words but you continued “It doesn’t even matter I don’t have to explain myself to you”

He was about to open his mouth and say something but you didn’t give him the chance. “We’re over and this time I mean it”

You suddenly became more aware of the crowd that had begun to gather around you and you quickly turned around pushing your way past the teenagers that were huddled behind you.

“Are you okay?” a frantic voice belonging to Kiara sounded from beside you.

You swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in your throat and turned to face her pasting on a fake smile as you did.

“I’m fine” you knew she didn’t buy it but she could tell from the look in your eyes that you were silently begging her not to press on it any further, you wanted to have fun tonight and you were not going to let JJ get in the way of that.

“Come on let’s get drunk”

[perhapsthanatos]

10:32 pm with yuta ♡

nct’s yuta x fem!reader (got inspired by a dream of mine & found the idea really cute)

alternate title: be the james dean to my audrey hepburn

genre: fluff. a pinch of angst. non idol au. badboy!yuta au.

word count: 1400~

playlist: chinatown by wild nothing, lover’s rock by tv girl & work this time by king gizzard and the lizard wizard.

warnings: featuring johnny (not a warning though). smoking cigarettes. cursing. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: hi i was supposed to post a vampire!haechan fic but i really wasnt happy w it in general :( the plot or overall idea of the fic was really good, but i just felt as if i didnt do it justice so here we are :( but ngl, i kind of like this concept more? maybe bc i can see it more vividly? idk, i feel like my writings r getting repetitive & its getting on my nerves lmaoo this is getting long im sorry do u guys even read this part anyway? i would also like to apologize abt the amount of projecting im doing lmao ive been having some rough days & i love my sister but hate being compared to her so often so this is a way for me to rant abt it ig? also so sorry its coming out a little later bc i woke up late today (& procrastinated for the rest of it so here i am posting really late at night) & decided to go to the convenience store to get ice cream (& a ton of other bad shit pls dont do this its rlly unhealthy) for breakfast bc i can :) any who, enjoy lovelies <3

“oh my, y/n! you’ve grown up so well! just like your sister!”

“oh! i’m sorry i’ve almost mistaken you for your sister! y/n is your name, correct?”

“y/n, darling, you are looking so dashing! you really do resemble your sister, don’t you?”

“ah, you must be y/n! i’ve heard all about you and your sister from your father!”

you swear that your reddening cheeks are threatening to fall off any moment now from all the fake smiling. the hundreds of superficial compliments, the insincere flattery and the need for these people to constantly compare you to your godforsaken sister makes you feel even weaker than you are. it gets harder and harder to keep up with a big persona that isn’t at all you. as lucky as you are to live such a lavish lifestyle, you can’t help but hate how your family has to be so perfect. you hate how you have never fit in with them, even if you are so good at faking it. you hate how you have always been stuck in your sister’s shadow, constantly haunted with the reminder that you yourself aren’t good enough. you hate how you now have to entertain the rich and brainless guests at your parent’s gala because she’s gone for some stupid prodigy competition and everyone is only talking about her in front of your face. so what if she’s better the better sister? you still have the right to earn respect, right?

you’re exhausted from all the small talk. your facade gets more brittle by the second under all the pressure. your body feels as if it's gonna give out due to your brain shutting down after all that interacting. you try to keep on going with the night as it unravels itself by being the perfectly poised poster child, trying to make your parents proud. but alive yet almost completely devoid, you decide enough was enough. what if you left right now? no one would notice, would they?

after pulling up your phone discreetly to send a few text messages, you pass through lots of people dressed in gold and finery in a way that wouldn’t have you noticed right away. keep your head down and don’t you dare make eye contact with anyone. nearing the end of the room, grabbing the first glass of whatever alcohol you see and downing it in one gulp, you start walking away as quickly as possible from the ballroom. “ignorant privileged fucks,” you angrily whisper to no one in particular, setting the now empty glass on whatever surface and begin to head to the main exit where no one could spot you running away.

“and what do you think you’re doing here, miss?”

a voice interrupts you, looking up you see that it is your father’s head butler; johnny. he is dressed in a simple black suit that makes him appear taller than he is. his long brown hair is slicked back and his bowtie seems brand new. you have known the man since he started working in your household less than ten years back. you were a reckless child, often trying to find ways to sneak out, finding a way to escape from this life and he sympathized with you. after all, he could barely imagine living your life, never catching a break for yourself and always pretending to be someone you weren’t. he often helped planning when you would sneak out into the night, scheduling things like what time you should leave and what time you should be back, more specifically a time when no one would notice. he would take care of your form of transportation and have your location on at all times, just to be extra safe. as much as he wants you to have fun and have a bit of freedom, he still worries that something might happen to you. because of all this, you two have grown to have a very strong bond. you could confidently say that he is most definitely a parental figure in your life since your parents (and even your sister) are often overseas for work.

“what do you think i’m doing? you think i wanna be in a room with those half-baked bipeds? fuck no!”

“i know, i was just joking. you looked like you were about to explode in there, i wish i could help.” he laughs, pulling out his phone preparing what you might need. “so what will it be for today? the driver? we just need to pay him to keep his mouth shut. a taxi? it’s cheaper than paying the driver, but you still need to pay… not like that’s a problem for you though. maybe an uber would be good enough—“

“actually, i got myself covered. thanks.”

his jaw slightly drops and his eyebrows furrow. he looks straight at you in shock. “what do you mean you got yourself covered?”

you look down at your feet, a nervous habit. “i got myself a ride, you don’t need to help me. i’ll be back as soon as dawn comes.”

he raises his eyebrow. “who’s your ride?”

“doesn’t matter,” you glance down at your phone seeing a notification and wave a goodbye, leaving rather suddenly. “i gotta go, i’ll text you when you need to open the gates!”

“y/n! wait! who’s your ride— and she’s gone.” johnny sighs, watching as you run towards the front gates, tossing your stiletto heels away on the grass while you’re at it. he heads back inside, silently hoping you’ll be fine.

knocking the window of the old black mustang parked outside behind the big bushes, the driver rolls down his window and sends the most charming smile.

yuta in his black beanie, long blonde hair, worn out doc martens, signature leather jacket and black skinny jeans. it almost makes you laugh on how he wears the same thing almost everyday but still manages to look so good.

he is most notable for having a big bad boy reputation and you knew that he was the breath of fresh air you needed in your life. a person who can understand having the pressure of having to be or to fulfill your persona. a person you can completely be yourself around. a person who is full of warmth no matter how cold he may seem on the outside.

“get in, princess.”

and that was all you needed. you tiredly walked to the other door and sat yourself in the car. rolling his window back up, he looks at you. you are wearing a simple yet stunning black dress along with silver jewelry adorned on your neck and wrists. your makeup is perfectly done but still struggles to hide the fog in your eyes. he has the sudden urge to clear them away. he softens at the sight of you. no one is perfect, but he finds you being perfect enough without ever having to dress up.

“where to?” he asks as gently as he could. he knows that you are most vulnerable during these moments and that it is hard to finally break down your walls after a day full of stress, so he doesn’t pry immediately. all he wants to do is to keep you here, safe and away from your burdens and for you to stay comfortable with him, even if it couldn't be for long. but is that too selfish of him to ask? he hates how you hate your life and it is taking every bone in his body to not run away with you. but who is he to tell you what to do or what to change anyway? all he can do for now is try to find a way to make you genuinely smile.

“take me anywhere,” you whisper to the latter. “i just want to be as far from myself and my life as possible. miles away or the nearest convenience store, just take the long way home before dawn.”

you look down at the cup holders, spotting an open cigarette box. you tug one out of the nineteen and light it with the lighter you kept in your pocket. you lean back and close your eyes. he only admires as you bring the cigarette to your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke afterwards. letting the radio play quietly, he starts the car and begins to drive away from the mansion. he can’t help but wonder how you (an elegant daughter) and him (a bad boy) are millions of worlds apart, but more similar than you think.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[bobo-archive]

write a bumbleby interrupted kiss scenario for v9

Alright bet bestie

Lmao you chose violence huh

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‘I Love You, Yang.’

Summary - After thinking she was dead, Blake finds the person she loves.

Words - 806

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The sound of a pile of sticks being dropped on the ground stirred Blake. She blinked her eyes open and stared at Ruby, who’d come back to their base area and laid a bunch of sticks on the ground. The sun was setting, and that meant they’d be starting a fire soon.

The island hand’t honestly been too kind to them. Numerous times they’d already been killed. But if there was one thing Blake was happy about, it was that she still had Ruby.

The only issue being Ruby’s hope seemed to be getting smaller and smaller every day that passed with no sign of Yang.

They’d fallen together, and since they’d fallen they found each other relatively quickly and put two and two together that Yang had to be alive as well.

When Blake realized that she was over the moon. The only thing was… How was she going to react when she saw Yang again? Ruby had managed to finally snap Blake into reality that she was in love with her but was Yang in love with her as well?

Who knew.

Sighing she sat up and helped arrange the sticks with Ruby.

“Tough day?” The Faunus asked.

“I’d say so, nothing came after me though so it’s all good. Just wish I had Crescent Rose…” Ruby sighed.

“Hey, maybe we’ll find it soon,” Blake said, “We haven’t really searched the beach yet, it may be there.”

“Can we look now?” She asked. Blake thought for a moment on this.

“I mean, I can’t see why not, let’s get the sticks sorted first,” Blake said, grabbing a stick from Ruby’s hand. Ruby nodded and took up another stick. Within minutes they finished.

“Alright, we’ll go for a few minutes but as soon as the sun really starts going down we’re leaving,” Blake said. When Ruby have a thumbs up the two of them headed off on foot. The beach wasn’t far at all, probably around a mile.

When they reached the beach it was relatively empty. Close to the water you could turn around and get a clear view of the giant tree diagonal of them.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Blake spoke.

“We’re looking together I assume?” Blake said.

“Yeah,” Ruby replied.

After a few minutes of walking down the beach they’d taken a minute to stare out at the sunset. Blake had sat on the ground while Ruby stood beside her.

“It’s really pretty, isn’t it,” Ruby said.

“Yeah…” Blake said, “Do you think she’s okay?”

“Yang?” Ruby asked. Blake let an mhm before Ruby spoke, “Well, I don’t know. I hope she’s okay… Weiss too…”

Silence.

The ocean waves crashed in the background as the two sat in total silence.

Then voices.

Not just a voice, voices.

“You know, I wonder how she carries this thing, it’s so heavy,” A voice Blake handnt expected to hear. Blake looked up to Ruby who clearly hadn’t heard the voices.

“Ruby!” Blake stood up quicker than any moment in her life, “Ruby I heard someone…”

“Wait, really? Who? Where are they?” She said, turning to the side. A gasp slipped through the brunette’s lips.

She dashed off in the sand, Blake turned to see what had caught Ruby’s attention.

And there, just a few thousand feet away…

Was Yang and Weiss.

Blake’s heart skipped a beat as she ran to the others.

“GUYS!” Ruby yelled. Weiss and Yang turned around, surprised by the sudden appearance of their teammates.

Ruby reached them first, Yang running to her and giving her sister a hug. Ruby was quickly out of that hug and embracing Weiss.

Blake stopped on her feet when she was about 10 feet from Yang.

“Blake… Is that… Is that you?” Yang said. Blake smiled, tears rapturing in her eyes as the two began running towards each other. They fell into each other’s embrace as Blake finally spoke the words she wished she had long before any of this.

“I love you, Yang,” She spoke quickly before moving directly to Yang’s lips. Blake expected retreat but… Yang didn’t move. For a moment Blake released the kiss, thinking she’d done something wrong. That was until Yang spoke.

“Blake…” She said, it was silent for a moment, “I love you too.”

With the words declared Yang threw her lips back onto Blake’s. The two sat for a moment, embracing and getting a full taste of each other’s mouthes.

“Dear god, finally,” The voice of Weiss in the background came in, but it was vastly ignored by the two.

Crumble.

A sound to the side interrupted the moment. They drew their lips away from each other before turning to the trees.

And then, the largest creature Blake had seen on the island made an entrance.

And there was no where to run.

[seance]

2020 content creator tag

RULES: answer the questions and then tag 10+ other creators to answer the questions! 

finally got around to do this, terribly late i know and i’m sorry but i swear i wasn’t ignoring all the incredibly talented people who tagged me! thank you so so much for thinking of me guys ♡ probably lost some @ in the process cause my notifs are a mess. @goinesjennifer @juliesmolina @faeryglass @almondchestnut @olisgifs @andyoudoctor @yenvengerberg @iridescentides @juliesmolinas 

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: god, i already said this but giffing really became my #1 coping mechanism this year so i have a LOT of stuff just from this year. the first one is this THE WITCHER INTRO CARDS gifset and the most recent is actually my julie’s gifset from yesterday but i’m not satisfied with it so! i’m gonna say this KLAUS AND FIVE PARALLELS gifset instead.

one of your favorite creations from 2020: oof, this is super difficult because i get attached to most of my creations, even if they don’t come out as i initially hoped. i’ll go with this five gifset BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD just because it’s a perfect example of a rare occurrence aka when both my inspiration and my vision and my skills align and i manage to create something exactly how i first imagined it. and also because i think there’s not better fitting poem for this man.

a creation you’re really proud of: i have a few but maybe this ODE TO NUMBER FIVE gifset just because i had a very specific vibe i wanted to give off and i think i managed alright with the colors, texture and design choices! and then i can’t not mention this YOU WERE ALWAYS GOLD TO ME gifset just because i literally poured all my heart into it. this song and these people mean so so much to me.

a new style you tried this year and a gifset that uses it: my style really evolved at the speed of light starting july and i still can’t believe the things i learned once i just let myself try. i keep having new ideas and trying really hard not to dismiss them and see if they work out, telling myself it’s okay if they don’t! i think this ALLISON HARGREEVES gifset basically has it all: the blending, the font work, the shape play. or even this JATP + BODIES OF WATER type of style, complex blending such as this one WILLEX SUPERSTAR is slowly becoming my trademark and i’m not mad about it, i love playing around with fonts like i did in this ALEXREGGIE gifset even if i know it gets really crowded and hard to read sometimes, or even with lines and block of colors like i did here JATP BORN FOR THIS, i finally got back to play around with textures JATP SCRAPBOOK and even JATP DISCOGRAPHY i also tried my hand at creating entire new “atmospheres” playing with specific visual choices like i did in the HARGREEVES AS PARANORMAL INVESTIGATORS set.

your favorite coloring: okay you guys know coloring is easily my favorite thing to do in the world and i’m usually pretty proud of every outcome because i remember how difficult it was for me, for years i thought i would never learn but i still did it, all by myself just keeping trying like a madwoman lmao basically all my the umbrella academy gifset are my pride and joy because did you see that show? how shitty the lighting is? gifmakers need a miracle every single time. so i’m gonna list a few that i still look at fondly ♥

THE SEVEN HARBINGERS OF THE APOCALYPSE

WILLIE AND CALEB 

YOU CAN SET YOURSELF FREE (HARGREEVES)

SEASON ONE FAVORITE EPISODE

ALWAYS GOLD TO ME

THE OLD GUARD + RICHARD SIKEN

a creation that took you forever: basically everything i do ahah just because one way or another i always get stuck on something for hours at end be it the fonts or the colors or the scene choices. but i’d say this STRONGER + HAGREEVES SIBLINGS gifset just because my inspiration went off and i decided i wanted to try a bunch of different techniques all at once and my brain didn’t let me rest until i did it all. to think it all started with just that “everyone will know me by a different name” line, oh my god.

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes: this VANYA + HER SIBLINGS LOVE gifset with 15.406 notes that i kinda hate because what’s up with that font? and the ugly coloring?! totally gonna remake this one because they deserve far better.

a creation you think deserved more notes: oh my god deep down i want to be selfish and say so many because that number never really match the effort i  put in most of my gifs but i’ve also learned not to get too bitter about that, few people rb it, even fewer people comment on it but those people are worth more than anyone else. if i had to chose i’d say either the ALWAYS GOLD TO ME set just because it means so much to me, this ALEXREGGIE set that was so fun to make and i love how the colors and the font work came out, this VANYA + EMPATHY set, and this SWEETIE LITTLE JEAN one.

a creation with a favorite scene/quote: i rarely do actual, canonical quotes and i never use just one scene gsjds- so i’ll go with this DIEGO + LOVE FOR HIS FAMILY one even if i don’t like the font and again ALEX&REGGIE being themselves.

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: considering i was already the umbrella academy and the witcher obsessed i’d say the old guard (YOU KNOW ME WELL) and julie and the phantoms (FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP)

a creation you made that breaks your heart: oh, if you know me even one bit you also know i thrive on angsty feelings, they’re usually my main inspiration not gonna lie so choosing is not that simple! again, this KLAUS AND FIVE parallels gifset because of the sheer tragedy of their lives, this SWEETIE LITTLE JEAN five gifset, this KLAUS HARGREEVES one and this I WANNA BE NUMB AGAIN, this DEAR FORGIVENESS, YOUR BOOKER because this man is a walking tragedy (and this PIECES OF ME DIE ALL THE TIME too for good measure) and then this HARGREEVES SIBS + DAUGHTER gifset.

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: i have brainworms and once i’ve learned how to do something i never manage to come back to the things i did before so i’ve rarely made “simpler” things lately. maybe this JATP + TIMES OF DAY still qualify.

a creation that was inspired by another one (add both your creation and the one that inspired it!): this FAVORITE JATP CHARACTERS with the circle text inspired by this gifset by the loml @evakant // this JATP ROLES with the triangles technique inspired by this work of art by @anya-chalotra and this WARRIOR JULIE set with the text layout inspired by a lovely gifset that now seems to be deleted :(

a favorite creation created by someone else: i love everything my mutuals make but there are some people who really pushed me to always learn more and their gifs are still my absolute favorite thing to date. for example: this THE OLD GUARD TAROTS set by @milkovivhs // this incredible HARGREEVES SIBLINGS one by @yenvengerberg // this GERALT OF RIVIA masterpiece by @anya-chalotra // this CROWLEY set by the queen of colors herself @meliorn

some of your favorite content creators from the year: really too many to count, my mutuals inspire me every single day, the keep my creativity alive and seeing their creations on my dash is always such a treat! so, all the above for sure and then: i‘m stupidly proud of @sunsetscurving i saw her grow into the giffing process with such speed and such vision, everything she does is so pretty, but all my mutuals are incredibly talented. they don’t do anything half-assed, everything they do perfectly mirrors their efforts! @captainheroism @emeraldphantoms @nora-reid @amandaseyfried @rockyblue @juliesmolina @juliesmolinas @lettersdeeplyworn @jakeperalta @kennyortegas @merceralexs @alexreggieluke @calebcovington @andyoudoctor @almondchestnut @iridescentides @number5theboy @evakant

 and for good measure, another a couple more creations of yours that you love: excluding all the above i’ll go with

JATP FAVORITE QUOTE  

HARGREEVES AS GREEK DEITIES 

YOU ARE HERE TO RISK YOUR HEART

THE JATP GEMSTONE SERIES x / x

SOBRIETY IS OVERRATED

AMOR C’HA NULLO AMATO

IF MEMORIES COULD BLEED

this took me so long that everyone else already did it before me so i don’t think i can tag anyone, if you’re reading this and feel like doing it please feel free!

[avengersassemble-fics]

Lost and Found

part 05/10 “a weapon”

masterlist

previous part

word count 5k LMAOOO

an: jesus lmao im so sorry this is up late today, i almost had it done last night but wasn’t feeling too hot so i went to bed. but this.. oo man i love this part. we get to meet a new sith character, anakin comes clean about something, and things get..well..haha you’ll see :)

spotify playlist to listen to while you’re reading!

Anakin looked at his Master with a worried look, and Obi-Wan didn’t quite know what to say to him at that moment. His arm was still raised as your voice cut out, and something twisted in his stomach. He looked to the Ivey cave entrance you had disappeared into and tried calling your name through the comm. But there was no answer.

“I’m going in,” he told Obi-Wan. He lowered his arm and Obi-Wan took a step towards him.

“Anakin you know we can’t interfere in this matter—“

“If there’s a Sith in there she could be hurt, or worse killed,” he said back quickly. He looked at him on his side and Obi-Wan pursed his lips.

“I’ll have Rex call for backup,” he stated, and Anakin looked back to the cave, “but the Chancellor will have to be notified of this. And of her.”

Anakin looked down to his feet for a moment, and then back to his Master, and offered a shrug, “The Council couldn’t hide her forever.”

The comm on your wrist glowed green, but you chose to ignore it as you stared at the man across from you. He watched your fingers wiggle at your side, and looked back up to meet your gaze.

“What’s your name?” He asked you simply. You looked him up and down, the breaths you both released letting out noticeable vapor. You could indulge him a bit, and maybe try to get some answers of your own.

“My name is (Y/N),” you paused when he nodded, “and you are?”

“I go by Dash,” he answered smuggly, his overconfidence oozed off him and made your skin crawl more than the cold did, “my Master gifted me this name.”

“Gifted,” you chuckled a bit to yourself, “that’s some gift then.”

His smirk fell and eyebrows narrowed a bit at you. What he gave off now was irritance, but that was good for you. You could easily push his buttons.

“Are you a Jedi?” he asked. He spoke perfectly, a slight accent you couldn’t place, and you nodded at him.

“Are you a Sith?” you questioned back.

He smiled wickedly at you, glancing at the lightsaber on your hip, “Beautiful craftsmanship.”

“Thanks,” you replied, “works as good as it looks.”

“I have no doubt of that,” he said, and began to walk back and forth slowly, “I know that the only Jedi who come here are simply Padawans,” he looked at you, “but you’re too old to be a Padawan and too. . . simple to be a Jedi Master.”

You shrugged, “And you feel too weak to actually think you’re Count Dooku’s, padawan,” you paused, “but I guess the apple doesn’t fall from the tree.”

“Count Dooku is more powerful than your Jedi will ever be,” he spat at you, “the real weak ones are those who don’t see the truth. The Dark Side is the only answer.”

“I’m not here to argue with you whether you think you’re right or not,” you replied. He stopped in his tracks, and moved his long robe behind him.

“Then what are you here for?”

You nodded behind him, “I can’t let you leave with those kyber crystals.”

He chuckled, “Let me? I wasn’t asking for permission.”

“See, that’s the problem with some of you Sith,” your fingers grazed the hilt of your lightsaber, “you take things that don’t belong to you just because you think you can.”

You could see anger rise in his chest as he took a power stance against you, and he grinned, “You have no idea what we are capable of,” his hand gripped his lightsaber and pulled it from his hip, “the weapon we are creating will devastate your Order. And the Republic with it.”

“So that’s why you’re here,” you straightened, “you’re building a weapon with the kyber crystals.”

“What--”

You smiled, “Thank you for that.”

Before he could reply you extended your arms, force shoving him backwards. He landed several feet from where he stood and slid against the ice. You turned your back to him and bolted to the gap you crossed, and jumped across it. His yell echoed around the ice, vibrating under your feet as you ran back the way you came. As you lifted your wrist back up, the comm started to play from the other end.

“(Y/N), come in! Now!” Anakin’s voice rang.

“I’m here,” you breathed and rounded a corner.

“I’m closing in on your location, just hold on,” his voice said again.

Suddenly, the ice beneath you caved in and you yelped. The new hole under your feet had opened up to an icey tube, which you fell down in a rush. You turned a corner one way and then another before the tube flattened out into an open cave. You spun and slid across the surface for a moment until your back collided into a solid icey rock, which knocked the wind out of you. You sat there for a moment to collect yourself, but the impact made your head feel fuzzy. The image of someone sliding down the same iced tube was all you could focus on.

Just as you were going to call out Anakin’s name, your lightsaber flew from your hip. You blinked, trying to clear your vision and saw Dash instead, holding your lightsaber in his hand. He chuckled and you pushed yourself off the ground, one foot in front of the other as you blinked him into focus.

“Pathetic,” he smiled, looking over your hilt, “but this will be a trophy of my first Jedi kill.”

You flexed your hand out, palm open and your lightsaber flew from his grip and back into yours. He glared at you and ignited his weapon, a red beam igniting the area. Before you could ignite yours, a figure dropped in front of you, which made Dash freeze. You faced Anakin’s back, but the surprise from Dash’s body made you grin.

“Anakin Skywalker,” he voiced, turning his lightsaber behind him, “I should’ve known this scum was with you.”

You moved to Anakin’s side, and he glanced at you for a moment. There were no noticeable wounds on you and he looked back to the Sith in front of him, and waved his hand.

“Why don’t we make this easy for the both of us? Surrender now, and you won’t get hurt,” Anakin offered. You looked at him and his eyes darted to you for a moment, and you smiled and shook your head.

“You’re not as funny as you think, Skywalker,” Dash replied. Anakin shrugged and pulled his lightsaber from his hip.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said and ignited his own blue lightsaber. Just as you were about to do the same, he extended his free arm before you, and moved you behind him. Before you could protest, Dash charged forward towards you both, and Anakin rushed to meet him halfway.

Dash attacked first, swinging his red saber towards Anakin, who dodged and blocked each of his swings. Their lightsabers clashed together, Dash pressed into Anakin, and Anakin pushed him backwards a step, before their lightsabers disconnected. Suddenly, Dash leapt into the air, behind you both, his lightsaber coming down to lunge into Anakin, but it got caught by something else. Anakin spun around and was faced opposite you now, your lightsaber clashed against the red.

The white saber made him hesitate, but your focused eyes were trained on Dash. You took a couple steps forward, and forced him to back towards the open cave. Anakin looked past the fight and saw droids coming from where he guessed they were extracting the crystals. Dash was forced to back up a few steps, closer to where the droids were lining up, and he shoved his lightsaber harder into yours, which sent you back towards Anakin.

Dash grinned at you two, and turned to run towards the ships. You ended up beside Anakin again, and he looked from the incoming number of droids to you.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” you nodded to the droids, “what do we do about these guys?”

“We fight,” he answered, twirling his lightsaber and gripping it in his hand while his other lifted his comm link to his face, “are you planning on joining us anytime soon, Master?”

“I’m working on it,” his voice said back. You gripped your lightsaber in your hand as the droids moved in closer, and they began to fire their blasters. Both of your stances changes as you deflected blast after blast that came your way. Some of the ones you reflected back managed to knock a few droids down, but by your estimate there were still 3 dozen left.

“This wasn’t how I imagined this mission going,” you called out over the blaster fire. The line of droids neared Anakin and you, and he glanced your way.

“How did you imagine this going?” He asked.

“Well,” you paused as one blaster fire ricocheted off your lightsaber and into the droid nearest you, “you know. Casual walk through this ice cave, maybe face some kind of obstacle like my fears or something. I guess what they say about you two is right.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anakin called out.

Before you could answer, the droids had closed in enough that Anakin moved to start attacking them. You mirrored his movements and began to slash through the hunks of metal easily. One dozen down, then two. Only a few were left standing as you both worked your way through the crows of droids, until the roar of the Separatists freighters shook the ground. You swayed a bit and lost your balance for a moment. You didn’t hear the droid come up behind you, and when you turned too late to look at Anakin the droid disintegrated in front of your eyes. Behind it was Master Kenobi, and Anakin rushed over to you two.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Master,” Anakin joked, the group of three turning their lightsabers off.

“I figured you could handle a squadron of droids on your own,” Obi-Wan replied, then averted his attention to the large freighters pulling off from the ground. This cave had opened up to the sky, and the two freighters looked to be slowed by the weight they carried.

“What do we do?” You asked, and looked to Obi-Wan. Anakin did the same, and his Master sighed.

“Unfortunately, there isn’t nothing we can do,” he looked back to the freighters, “we must report back to the Council.”

Obi-Wan began to walk away, and Anakin looked at you. Your eyes followed Obi-Wan before you looked back to Anakin, who offered you a sad smile, and placed a hand on your shoulder briefly. He began to walk away too, but you didn’t move. You squeezed your fist a bit as you debated your next action.

“I’m sorry Master Kenobi,” you suddenly said. Obi-Wan and Anakin both turned to look at you, but your back still faced them.

“Sorry for what, exactly?” Obi-Wan asked. You shifted your feet to look at them, and shrugged your shoulders lightly.

“For the fact I’m about to disobey your orders,” you replied, and turned back to the freighters. Before Obi-Wan could question you further you ran off. Right towards the freighters. Anakin grinned as his Master tried to find his words. Your feet pushed against the snow covered ice until you were closer to the other side where the freighters once were. You squinted into the sky and slowed your breaths before extending your hand forward and closing your eyes.

The sound of metal filled the air, and the two Jedi looked into the sky. One of the freighters looked to be pulled back, and Anakin could see the engines struggled to pull forward. He smiled to himself.

“What is she doing?!” Obi-Wan asked feverishly. Anakin looked at his Master and jogged backwards.

“The right thing!” He called. Anakin turned and sped off behind you. He occasionally glanced up at the freighter that hadn’t really moved since he heard that metal sound. He slowed his steps as he got closer and extended his arm forward and focused on the large freighter. His power with yours started to pull the freighter back towards the ground, and Anakin ended up right by your side, and your eyes fluttered open to glance at him. He offered a smile at you, and you chuckled a bit before looking back to the freighter.

The Force between the two of you felt like it twirled together and worked to pull the freighter back. The more you concentrated the more you felt Anakin’s pull. It was like your two connections danced together, but his felt more controlling. The freighter wasn’t moving much more back to the ground then before, not until someone else stood by your side. Anakin and you glanced to your left side at Obi-Wan, who was also focused on the freighter.

“Don’t lose your focus,” he said. Anakin held back a laugh while you smiled. Now, with the three of you, the Force you used was stronger. The freighter let out a cry from the pressure, coming backward towards them. The three staggered backwards and continued that struggle until the engines had had enough. Smoke began to come from it, and it began to fall on its own. As it crashed against the ground, the three of you held your arms up to block the shock wave of wind it sent towards you.

When the smoke cleared, and a Republic ship arrived at Illum, they were able to recover a large amount of kyber crystals. Unfortunate for the three of you, you had the Council to answer to back on Coruscant. As you stood in the Council chambers, Anakin by your side and Obi-Wan on his other, you listened to several Masters argue back and forth.

“What do they need kyber crystals for?”

“Now that the Chancellor is aware of her-“

“What are the Separatists planning?”

While they were talking over one another, you shifted your weight from one foot to the next, and glanced sideways at Anakin. He did the same, and lightly shrugged his shoulders. He just wanted you to relax.

“Calm, we must be,” Master Yoda finally said. The Jedi in the room were silenced almost immediately, and relaxed into their chairs. He looked at Anakin and you and motioned his hand around.

“If true this news is, we must inform the Chancellor,” he said, and stood from his seat. The cane he used he placed in front of him, and nodded, “speak with him I will. For now, rest you must get.”

The three of you nodded, but he wasn’t done speaking.

“Master Kenobi, if you can join me, hm?” He asked. Anakin and you glanced at Obi-Wan but he nodded in agreement. With one final bow, the two of you left the chambers, and you released the tension you held in your shoulders. Anakin watched on, and placed a hand on your arm.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You nodded, though that fuzzy feeling entered your head once more, “I’m fine, think I hit my head after the ice caved it, but nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know,” he said, glancing over your frame, “maybe we should get you checked out. Y’know, just in case.”

“Ani, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure him.

A mild concussion. When Anakin was able to drag you down to medical, and the droid said that out loud you fared at the object. Anakin though, was thrilled he was right, and had a smug look on his face, while you just sat there and glared.

“So what does that mean?” He asked, laughter evident in his voice and it took all of the strength in you not to smack his arm.

“The patient just needs to rest for now, any exertion or stressful interactions should be avoided for the next 24 hours at most,” it said, and you grumbled a bit.

“We can make sure she avoids exertion,” Anakin said and nodded his thanks. He helped you off the table and you mumbled a thank you as well. But as soon as you both exited the medical bay he laughed.

“Anakin, you are the definition of stressful interactions,” you said, which only made him chuckle more.

“You just hate to be proven wrong,” he smiled.

“That’s not what we’re talking about here.”

Anakin’s smile made your heart ache. The way his eye twinkled when he laughed, that happiness that radiated off of him made you smile too. He was also the walking definition of attraction, and being in his presence just made you happy.

Of course, that happy grin of his seemed to disappear as he looked behind you. As you noticed, you turned around to see the same Senator from before. You looked back at Anakin who had gone almost completely stone faced, and raised a brow at him.

“Anakin?” You asked. His eyes averted from the incoming woman and looked down at you.

“What?” He asked. His voice was deeper and sharper. You frowned at him.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Nothing,” he cut you off, before the woman was near, “Senator Amidala.”

“Padawan Skywalker,” she greeted with a soft smile on her face. You looked back at Anakin, who tried to show no emotion. But you saw through it. He was nervous.

“I just heard about what happened on Illum,” she said sweetly, and glanced at you for a moment, “the Chancellor has asked me to check in on you and Master Kenobi and,” she paused when her eyes landed on you, “I’m sorry I don’t know your name. Padawan..?”

“(Y/N),” you answered, ��just (Y/N).”

“Pleasure to meet you,” she smiled. You nodded.

“Pleasure’s mine, Senator.”

She looked back at Anakin, “Do you have a moment?”

Before he could answer, you cleared your throat, “Yes he does. I was just returning to my quarters,” you glanced at Anakin who looked to clench his jaw but you nodded again at the Senator, “it was nice to meet you.”

You couldn’t get out of there fast enough. That tension you felt from the both of them made you uncomfortable. You just had an inkling that something was going on. The way she looked at him reminded you of, well, that way you looked at him. As you returned to your apartment, or quarters, you felt light in your head. What it meant you weren’t sure but the tears that stung your eyes were of something you couldn’t admit to yourself.

As you stripped from your clothing and went to the refresher, you stayed in it as long as you could. The hot steam washed away that days icey touch and the goosebumps on your body. You don’t know how long you were in there but when the temperature started to drop you turned it off and stepped out. The steam in the room covered the mirror, but the towel you grabbed you easily wiped it off before wrapping yourself up in the fabric.

The things that had filled your mind were that of jealousy, sadness, and resentment. As much as you tried to clear your mind it wasn’t working. Instead, through the steam that was rebuilding on the mirror you looked at yourself. You pondered the thought of what Anakin thought when he looked at you. Sometimes you could’ve sworn he looked at you like when he saw you for the first time on that Republic carrier. It made your cheeks hot to think of when he had seen you just awhile ago in this very situation.

But you cleared those thoughts from your mind. Just thinking of it made you feel uncertain. You carefully stepped into the bedroom and glanced into the open living area. Part of you hoped Anakin was there, but then seeing he wasn’t made the other part relax. You grabbed a soft silky sleeping gown and removed the towel from your body, and let that silky texture cover you. It didn’t take you long before you hung your towel back in the bathroom, and your arm began to shake. Maybe today really had taken its toll.

You pulled the blankets on the bed back and slid under them, resting on your back as you tried to relax. Your heart beat hard in your chest, enough to where you could feel it in your ears. You closed your eyes and tried to welcome the darkness of sleep. It wasn’t long before you heard the light beeping at the door.

Your eyes opened slowly as you forced yourself back up to your feet. Carefully you walked to the front door and paused before it. You didn’t need to open it to know who stood behind it. Your hand hovered over the control panel for a moment before it fell on top of it and the door whisked open. Your arms stayed on the wall, and you looked up at the face on the other side.

Anakin stood there and looked at you with kind eyes. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him, even in the darkness. You took a step aside and he came in.

“You didn’t have to rush off,” he said carefully.

You removed your hand from the panel and the door closed and locked behind him. You looked at him and shrugged.

“Honestly, Anakin. . . When she’s around something shifts in your behavior.”

He sighed, “I know.”

You crossed your arms, the space between you two was a comfortable amount, by the pressure in the room wasn’t, “So. . . What is it?”

“We uh,” he rubbed his face, “we used to be together, Padme and I. The Senator, I mean. But, not. . . Anymore.”

You nodded, that heavy feeling lifted off your shoulders, “I see.”

He shook his head, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, I know it isn’t the Jedi way.”

“Well,” you looked at him and smiled a bit, “I’m not a Jedi, remember.”

He chuckled a bit but it felt forced, you took a few steps over to him and grabbed his hands in yours, “Ani, I understand. If you’re worried I’ll tell anyone, I won’t.”

He looked down at you, and in the darkness his blue eyes looked deeper. His fingers threaded with your just a little bit before he pulled them away gently.

“Thank you, I-I’m sorry if I woke you,” he said quickly, moving to the side like he was going to leave.

“You didn’t,” you said rather fast, which made him stop in his tracks, “can you. . . Stay actually? I’m not feeling that great.”

He slowly nodded and you extended your hand out to him. He looked from your face to your hand before taking it in his. You led him towards the bedroom, before releasing his hand and moved to the side of the bed you originally laid on. He hesitated, but only because you glanced back at him. He had removed his robe and held it when your eyes met his, and you giggled softly.

“Sorry,” you mumbled and turned your back to him to face the window over the bed.

Anakin smiled to himself and folded his robe neatly to place on the chair in the room. While he undressed, his eyes didn’t leave you. He looked over your back, from your shoulders down past your soft folds and over your arms. You were breathtaking in the moonlight. He removed his boots and placed them gently on the floor in a soft thud, his belt was next and he placed it next to his robe, and then finally came his shirt. He pulled it over his head and folded it neatly on top of his robe. But, he glanced down at his gloves, and then back at your back.

“Ani, can I turn around now?” You asked him.

He kept them on, and cleared his throat, placing his hands behind him. You took that as a yes and turned around. You glanced at him for a moment before you got into the bed and under the covers, but sat up and stared at him.

He was broad and toned, even you could see that in the darkness. But the way he stood made you raise a brow at him, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said and walked to the opposite side of the bed. He hid his arms from you, but when he pulled back the covers you noticed the gloves still covering him. One went up his forearm, and the other stopped at his wrist. He carefully placed him a fair distance from you and put his arms in his lap. You looked from his hands to his face.

“Anakin,” you carefully said, and he just said a light mhm, “why are you still wearing your gloves?”

He was silent for a moment, and his head fell slightly. You frowned, inching a bit closer to him.

“I’m. . . Ashamed.” He answered. You shook your head.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to see me like this,” he said. You watched him speak and the hesitation that lingered in his voice. You looked at his hands once more, and carefully pushed yourself up on your knees to face him. His head whipped to you as you moved, but he froze when you grabbed his hand, the one barely covered. Your fingers worked on removing the black cloth, and his hand was exposed to you, but that wasn’t the one that worried him. When you slowly grabbed his other arm, his free hand suddenly grabbed your wrist. You froze and met his gaze. But his grip was loose and welcoming, and you carefully began to peel the glove from this arm.

The metal that met your sight made you slowly near his automatic fingers, but you placed the gloves to the side either way. Your fingers ghosted over the metal palm, and you shook your head.

“How did it happen?” You asked quietly. Anakin was taken back by the way you graciously and softly handled his metal arm. You hovered over him in a way that made his mind feel cloudy.

“I thought I was stronger than I was,” he paused as you nodded, “I was foolish.”

You looked up and met his eyes after he finished, and smiled sadly at him. You carefully grabbed both hands in your and held them close to your lap.

“Can I show you something?” You asked him.

“Of course,” he whispered. The distance between you two had closed significantly, but you released his hands and turned from him, still resting on your legs. He whatcha as your back faced him and your arm snaked out of your dress. He sat up straighter, seeing the fabric fall to your hips as your hands went to cover your breasts with the blanket on the other side.

You looked over your shoulder at him, and Anakin edged closer to you. Your back was illuminated by the moonlight, and the image before him made his stomach drop. Cuts and lashes covered your back, leaving scars scattered across your perfect skin. He didn’t realize it as he used his hands to trace over the little and bigger marks over your back, but the way your skin tingled under his touch made something in his core harden. He was close enough to where his breath hit the nape of your neck, and shot goosebumps down your arms.

“These scars tell a story about us,” you whispered, turning your head slightly, Anakin’s face was near yours, hovering just above your shoulder, “it’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

His lips were close enough to kiss. The way his hands trailed over your back made your thighs press together under the dress. The look in his eyes made you want to just drop the blanket and turn to him right there. Right now. But you looked down for a moment, and Anakin let his eyes wander over you in secret. Your dress laid at your hips and he could see your chest lift and fall with your breathing. All that stood between him was your hands, and he could quickly pin those above you.

You moved first and shifted yourself slightly to alleviate the throb between your legs, and Anakin moved back a bit to grasp the sleeves of your dress in his hands. You let him pull the dress up, his fingers gilded over the sides of your body and made you shiver. Anakin grinned a bit to himself as you carefully pushed your arms through the dress. Now fully covered you moved so that you faced him. Anakin was inches from you, his hand still ghosted over your arm closest to him. Your eyes locked for a moment, and it was enough for him to retract himself from you.

“We should rest,” he said quietly, and you watched as he laid down on his back, just flat against the bed. Silently, you laid down as well, and curled onto your side away from him.

“Goodnight, Anakin,” you whispered.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, but Anakin stayed wide awake. He laid there with one arm under his head and one by his side. Beside him you slept and he listened to you breathe evenly. His mind raced at the thought of what happened just earlier, the feeling he wanted to act on. He didn’t know what it meant, and he knew he couldn’t act on it--

You shifted next to him and his thoughts froze. He watched as you rolled over to him, past his arm, and into his side. He had to lift his arm before you impacted and he held it there for a moment as he tried to gauge what to do. But it was instinct. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, and that’s when he finally fell asleep. He was at peace.

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4, 5, and 20 mun views

Mun Views 

4. On your fandom. 

Which one lmao....um, well X-Men? Cool, a lot of the fandom to some degree is drawn cuz they can relate be they part of some type of minority group. Don’t see too many assholes, I think most of the jerks that were on here fell off during nippocalypse. There is a divide with the comic elitists vs xmcu and it’s dumb. I used to be an xmcu blog cuz I WANTED to read the comics but I was a broke ass college student who had literally no access to that, but I’d seen Wolverine and the X-Men, plus the movies that were out at the time. If I’d let those asses run me off, well, wouldn’t have continued to build my comic book collection (I’d already read Batman, Superman, Spider-Man, I’m talking specifically X-Men comics).

Arrowverse? I don’t follow many of the blogs, I have a select few I follow. My fandom experience is pretty much my friends with fairly similar views so I can’t speak on the fandom outside of the fact there’s a loooot of veiled hating on women of color under the guise of griping with the crappy writing. I try to avoid it. I don’t hold with Iris and Cecile hate, they’re good characters subjected to the writing of white men, what do you want.

Star Wars? NOPE. Hell naw. No thank you. Bye. I have no interest. I make it very clear this is a “the prequels are the shit, TCW is a fucking joke and trashes the characters, not!Star Wars mouse sequels are non-existent, the og EU is not legends it’s the only recognized canon” blog, and I’m this unapologetically. I have extremely strong opinions, I’ve literally been in the fandom since I was 6, I’ve spent hours reading EU content, visual dictionaries and encyclopedias, concept art of the movies books, comics, novelizations, etc. If you’re a stan of the other...stuff, I’ll probably say shit that will offend you and it’s probably for the best you don’t follow me cuz I’m not censoring these opinions, ever, at all. And for the love of all things holy, if you want to call R*ylo okay, or Anidala toxic, we meeting up behind Denny’s, yo.

Supernatural? Kinda sorta, considering I don’t link Nil and Farrar to any of the show canon besides using some of the monster lore. Like we don’t do the appropriation of native spirituality on this blog, so there’s no use of W*nd*g* cuz you’re not supposed to write or say that, like no. I have major problems with the show, that’s a mile and a half long, past season 5 it went downhill, they really should have left Swan Song as the finale. The queer baiting and bury the gays, the trash trash trash finale, the way any poc and female characters are handled, there’s so much oof. I stay away from it. Honestly kind of nice to see the SPN crowd was mostly quiet, it was RAMPANT when I first got on here, and there was a looot of drama. The way the extreme crowd of the fandom conducts themselves with the actors and stuff tells you a lot. Another nope. I prefer to stick to fandomless urban fantasy.

5. On exclusivity. 

If that’s someone’s jam, that’s cool. Doesn’t bother me. At one point I was exclusive to a few versions of characters. Not anymore, but I can understand how sometimes someone just clicks for you to the extent it rubs you wrong seeing a different version. It doesn’t stop me from writing with other people so I literally give no fucks and don’t see why anyone else should either.

20. On 'popular' blogs. 

Here’s where I piss a lot of people off, and I don’t really fucking care, as having at one point been an even more actively sought out blog back when the MCU was taking off in 2012-2014 and having tons of asks and thread requests, I can more than speak on what it’s like being a popular blog.Technically still am, you don’t have to take my word for it, just look in my thread tracker, and that’s not even all the threads cuz some are in drafts cuz they’re starters and I can’t add yet.

There’s nothing wrong with people enjoying your writing and following you. Awesome, good for you. It often proves to be a lot for people and I don’t like when I see people biting off more than they can chew but still pushing for more followers and asks and threads. Frankly, it’s really, really rude. I get wanting to make people happy, or wanting to try new threads and stuff, but you should also be reasonable with how much you can manage. If I see someone complaining about having too many drafts and asks and then not being able to write because of the pressure, but then daily pushing their promo or their wire or memes...and nothings coming of it...and they’re admitting they can’t get their muse to reply...then STOP. “You don’t owe anyone anything” means you don’t owe anyone respect and obligations that aren’t due.

When you decide to join a collaborative writing hobby, you’re still committing to your partners to write to some degree. Now if that means you’re going to be slow, and super minimal with which followers you actually interact with THAT IS FINE...as long as you have that communicated and make it very clear to the people who follow you they’re probably just following to be lurkers. But I can’t get with constantly pulling for interaction then within the same day the whole inbox is being dumped, drafts are being dumped, the same three people are the only ones ever getting a reply for the past three months, etc.

There’s been times I’ve said I can’t plot right now, there’s been weeks I bump all the memes in my queue further down so that they don’t post so I can catch up. I’m so secure with partners I don’t follow back unless I get my rules code sent in (newsflash: 9/10 I never see it). I never post a promo. I really don’t need to, if I see someone I really want to interact with on my dash, I’ll follow first, but I can’t in good conscious promote myself when I’m at a decent spot keeping up with a LOT. Sometimes I’m really glad I’m a multi with OCS and mostly female muses, it helps avoid ever reaching the point where I’m just getting too many followers to keep up with, but giving yourself a cut-off isn’t a bad thing people. Trying to do too much is.

There, I have successfully pissed off a ton of people, but I’m not taking it back. There’s way too much immaturity on this matter on here, and it’s really a litmus test of the people who HAVE been in group hobbies that are interdependent of cooperation of all members offline, and those who haven’t. “It’s my hobby” isn’t this get of of jail free card you get to wave everywhere when you want to ignore people. You can’t pull that in most hobbies that involve more than one person, whatever it may be, if it’s a DND group, rec sports, chess, whatever. This is my hobby too. I just probably take hobbies and commitment to other people to a more...respectful level. If I have real life, or physical issues, of course that takes priority, but here’s a little secret...we ALL, like 99% of the community, have some degree of mental health, nuerodivergence, jobs, home life, chronic physical issues. I want you to single me out the mun that doesn’t have any of that impacting their writing capabilities to some degree. Please, find them for me. You having those things doesn’t make you special and if you can’t communicate that it’s too much, you need the “flood of follows” from your promo circulating but can’t ever write...I’m just sighing over here.

If any of these opinions rub you wrong, I don’t mind you just unfollowing,that’s fine. No one is forcing you to remain. I strongly believe the people that don’t want to remotely take it seriously, and the people that do take it more seriously, should just keep to themselves, that way no one is getting offended by the other for how they choose to enjoy their hobby. You should enjoy it, goddamnit!!! But NOT at the expense of stringing other people along. Communication is kind of essential here, as much as people want to go “I’m too shy, BLOCK”, but y’all I have ADHD, RSD, social anxiety (I used to live in an anxiety attack it was so bad), and I still do my best to communicate with people even on uncomfortable topics. If I can manage, so can you. And if you CAN’T be mature...and communicate...then mayhaps stick to fanfic until you learn how.

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WFC: Siege watch!

Part 1: Episodes 1, 2, and 3

[Part 2] (Linking because Tumblr isn’t even showing the post on my blog or on my dash 🙄)

As a side note: every single person in this fandom is horrible at tagging their spoilers, you guys really need to do a better job at that because I’ve got a bunch of blockers on and I was STILL almost spoiled multiple times. Come on you guys...it literally came out today, be better about this.

Alright going to try and keep expectations low because I feel like the target audience for this is G1 dudebros who take a series about transforming cars way too seriously, but I’m still cautiously optimistic because a friend vetted for the dudes working on this show so WE”LL SEE

Episode 1

Aw man there’s only 6 episodes??? Bummer, I wonder if they’re already working on Season 2 or if they’re going to see how this does and let it die in the water if it’s not popular enough.

Things I know going in: Skyfire / Jetfire is in this, Megatron has big lips, and Elita is in it. That’s literally it, I’ve managed to avoid spoilers thusfar (though a few of the promo images implied Skyfire’s a Decepticon, so you KNOW that’s gonna break bad eventually)

WHEELJACK Wednesday THURSDAY

OH MYG OSH IS THAT SKYWARP??? EXPECTATIONS ARE NOW SKY-HIGH

The transformation sequences look so reminiscent of those stop-motion videos people do of their Transformer toys transforming. This isn’t a dig at the animation style, I think that’s rather charming and I wonder if it’s intentional.

Wow Bumblebee sounds like a jerk. I’m instantly on-edge, please don’t make all the characters ~hyper-masculine mean guys who don’t know how to have fun or talk about their emotions~

“The Autobots aint paying you for attitude” YOU TELL HIM WHEELJACK

Yooo Velocitron exists!

Ahh so Bumblebee IS just a mercenary, not an Autobot

OHOHO HERE”S JETFIRE

Wow Jetfire you’re really going the bad dude route huh

Ayyyyyy there’s Starscream

YOOO THERE”S THUNDERCRACKER

Thundercracker I appreciate that you’re using fancy tech to identify wheeljack but his Autobot badge is literally Right There

WTF

WELL THAT DIDN”T LAST LONG HUH...that’s a bit disappointing

OH NVM THAT WASN”T A HEEL-TURN THAT WAS JUST A STRAIGHT UP “I”M THE BOSS” MOVE

huh so they’re making Skyfire the target of Starscream’s desire for power. hmm

WHY ARE YOU GUYS RUNNING JUST TRANSFORM INTO CARS unless they’re too low on energon to do it??

There he is...Mr. Big Lips

Well that’s a surprising take Megatron

Isn’t that Cybertron and Luna 1 in the sky though?? Are they on Cybertron rn or not??

Megatron’s voice is really throwing me off, if it weren’t for his helmet and color I’d really think that was Overlord

ITS TRUCK DAD

OHOHO HE SAID THE THING!!!!

Why does bumblebee have lips too

“What do you know of slavery?” Alright that line did make me go “OHHHH”

“Alpha Trion would be ashamed!” “Of us both, I think” ouch, but nice to see Alpha “Grandpa” Trion back in a series

Megatron PLEASE don’t say “I’m enjoying this, Prime” in that voice while I can hear Optimus groaning in the background

AYYY ELITAAAAAA

Why are the Seekers chasing these guys, who are running on foot, ON FOOT??? CHANGE INTO YOUR DANG ALT MODE

WHEELJACK SWORE

man I’m only like a few minutes in and I’m already bored. I’m going to watch the whole thing, but I feel like this is really lacking soul or personality so far. It very much feels like the script was written by people who aren’t familiar with these characters, so they’re writing them how they EXPECT them to sound, not writing them as they actually are. It’s more than a little disappointing, but this is only the first episode, so I’ll keep going and see if this is consistent throughout the series.

Oh man, just listening to Elita you can tell she was written by a dude. Oof.

There’s the Ark!

Dang everyone’s running low

Jeez Optimus and Elita wouldn’t just walk by all these injured Autobots!

And Optimus wouldn’t brush off his officers!! Agh!!!

YO Ultra Magnus!

Chromia!!!!!

oh my gosh is THAT Red Alert??

Hey where’s Ratchet though

Gosh the writing is so STIFF!!!! I can’t stand this, if I wasn’t a die-hard Transformers fan I would’ve bounced a few minutes ago

 It might also be the way the VAs pause between words, please speak normally, these constant pauses between words are frustrating

Ok but where the frick is Soundwave

“His arrogance I actually like” pfft

Annnnd here comes Ultra Magnus to accept the treaty on Prime’s behalf, where he’ll get held hostage and probably wind up beefing it.

Episode 2

SOUNDWAVE!!!! BABY

And Shockwave!!! 

YO SKYWARP ACTUALLY GOT A SPEAKING LINE

I want to know where Megatron got all this fabric for those stupid flags and where Ultra magnus got that cloak

Is. Is that Prowl with a weird paint job

Wow bad aim dude

Ultra Magnus you dummy....

Ok but if it was a battle then who were they fighting against???

Wow you’re really just gonna stand there and take that Magnus?

I know they’re on a time-crunch because they only have 6 episodes, but they have to do more to make me care about the characters. I’m inclined to care about them already because I’m familiar with the series and because as a stand-alone, even I’m like “Ok. So?” whenever new problems come up for them. I’m not invested!

Not to compare the two, because I feel like this entire liveblog will turn into a comparative essay, but Cyberverse got me invested in characters within the first episode! They were on an even TIGHTER time-crunch because their episodes were only 10 minutes, and yet they did a great job weaving a tight narrative and making good use of their time to tell a story and have characters charm the audience.

Optimus: Til All Are One Rodimus, coming out of nowhere: TIL ALL ARE ONE

WELL THAT”S NOT THE VOICE I WAS EXPECTING FOR SHOCKWAVE he sounds a bit reminiscent of his TFA version

What does de-rez mean

Ok but that’s assuming that this thing will automatically reprogram them?? Reformatting doesn’t automatically mean someone will turn into a Decepticon!

You know, there’s a lot of talking in the show but the dialogue doesn’t actually say a lot. It doesn’t reveal much about the characters or tell me who they are.

YOOO THERE”S SOUNDWAVE

AUDIO BOOB

It really annoys me that characters always pause after saying “I”. It’s always “I.........[long pause] rest of their sentence.”

what do you mean “Teams” Optimus there’s like 5 of you guys

I love you Soundwave!!!

Whoa wait was that Impactor in the background?

ughHHHHHH I HATE THAT MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE IS “what have you done?” SAID UTTERLY MONOTONE WHEN IT’S NOT EVEN A BIG DEAL!!! YOU CAN”T FLIP THAT LINE OUT WITHOUT ACTUALLY PUTTING IN THE FOOTWORK TO EARN IT!!! AGH!!!

Again, it feels very much like the writers read the wikipedia page for Transformers and maybe the first sentence of each character’s bio page and then wrote the entire script from there. It’s frustrating. I hate being so severe in my reviews because I hate dunking on my fellow writers because they don’t always have final say in what happens, but this is astonishingly poor writing.

Like, I can see what they’re TRYING to accomplish, but it feels like they whiff so badly.

YO IT IS IMPACTOR

oh thats Barricade that’s why I thought that was Prowl

Chromia!!!! My darling!!!! I can’t believe there’s only two girls in this show so far

Oh that’s Cog, I wasn’t sure if that was Beachcomber or what

Nice one Chromia

Oh is that Mirage?

Ugh ANOTHER WRITING PET PEEVE: Constantly having characters start to say something but then then their dialogue gets cut off. It’s fine if it’s once in a while but over and over it’s annoying

I also feel like a lot of the VAs lack...emotion. They don’t emphasize the lines. Like, “Get him into the repair bay” is one example. Depending on how you emphasize certain words in that sentence, you can infer a lot! Emotion, the state of mind of the character, etc. But when it’s delivered in such a bland way, it’s a bit like “ok whatever”, which is how I’m starting to feel about this whole show. This doesn’t go for all the VAs or all lines, but it’s consistent enough that my mind’s wandering.

RAVAGE??? RAVAGE???? RAVAGE?!?!?!??!?!

It was probably Bumblebee.

Not to be nitpicky but it should be “Neither we nor the Autobots”

The idea of reformatting is so stupid!!! It implies that Autobots and Decepticons are inherently different, which is stupid!! It’s so dumb WHY DO YOU GOTTA GO THAT ROUTE IT”S SO STUPID (ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY”RE TACKLING THE TOPIC OF OPPRESSION??? THEY”RE SAYING THEY”RE LITERALLY DIFFERENT SPECIES AND USING IT AS A PLATFORM TO SAY ONE GROUP IS INHERENTLY BETTER THAN THE OTHER. THAT SUCKS)

Episode 3

RATCHET!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lmao love your lipgloss Megatron

Ohh is Ratchet going to fix Impactor??

PROWL??? HE”S SO SHORT

Gosh please, please don’t have humans in this show

lmao Skyfire called Starscream a tool

RATCHET!!! :D

I’d like to see who was on the writing team of this show

Isn’t that Mirage?

YEAH THAT IS MIRAGE

Again with the sentences consistently being cut off....

Is that Sunstorm?

Points to Chromia and Mirage for showing the first bitof personality in this show.

Yooo Ratchet! Oof he’s not chummy with Prime huh

YOO CAMINUS EXISTS TOO

LMAO FEISTY GRANDPA

Oh Mirage come on

Actually no, don’t shut Impactor up he’s right

“I didn’t patch you up just so you could blow a valve here” *snorts*

Wouldn’t it be frickin hilarious if Magnus just popped open a panel and Minimus came out and just dipped outta there

lmao nice lightsaber Jetfire

LMAO “PULL THE TRIGGER MAGNUS”

JEEZ JUST PUNCH HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WHY DON”T YOU 

Ratchet is the ONLY character they’ve given personality in this show so far.

Jeez Mirage cool your jets

Oh for frick’s sake Optimus be cool

Megatron please stop torturing your ex boyfriend

Ok but who did they rise against??? Were there Quintessons in this universe too?

oh come on you guys

Oh boy something tells me Skywarp isn’t going to survive the rest of this episode

Oh jk, Skyfire just let him go. Well alrighty then

I’m not sure how they found the Autobot base, they implied that it was because of Impactor but that doesn’t make sense

This post is getting long so I’m going to spit it between two posts

[apprenticenerd]

"Anyone can send me an ask with one of the titles and I’ll post a snippet or talk about that WIP!" The Acropolis, Tacet, Checklist, A Tiny Galaxy, Hearsay, Going Back, Ella Disenchanted, Making Peace, The Slashed Circle, Wake Up, Tenno, Midnight, Heliotropism, Arrhythmia, the one about Among Us, the one about Library of Ruina, the one that’s a D&D world concept. Yes, all of them. I know you wanna talk about all of them. So go, go forth and do it!

Hoooo boy, this is gonna be a long post. Lots and lots of writing snippets under the cut to avoid dash stretch!

The Acropolis - original - length uncertain - 1.4k and counting

im not ready for this im not i thought it would be yrs i thought id at least get an english degree first

omg sal whats goin on

fuckin hell whyd it have to be now i have a chem lab tomorrow

sally-tate macpherson. u never swear. ever. wtf is goin on.

ok. jess. i need u to listen really really carefully. understand?

answer the goddamn question ur scarin me

shut up and listen and this will go a lot better

fine but u need to tell me wtf is happnenig

ok. im going to tell you a bunch of stuff. not giving u advice, thats not allowed, but im gonna tell u stuff it seems like itd be impossible for me to know.

?????????????

i said shut up this is really important dont question how i know it. just go with it and figure out what to do. and dont die. bc no matter how crazy stuff seems, if u die, ur dead. here and everywhere. ok?

This is an original story coming straight from a @/writing-prompt-s prompt about a crack in a kid’s hardwood floor that they fantasized was a portal actually being one. I originally intended to write the entire thing like this, as a conversation over text, but that may not be feasible given a certain world-building detail at the other end of the portal (and the limits of my creativity lmao).

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Tacet - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 3.2k and counting

She closed her eyes again, and there it was. Hallucination? Some new science trick with electromagnetic radiation off the visible spectrum? Evidence that she was actually going insane? Whatever it was, it burned behind her eyelids in bright, incontrovertible red - and was completely invisible when she opened her eyes again. There was just the usual mess of club posters and one big one about someone’s exceedingly dumb-looking lost cat.

Eyes open, there was only Sargent Snuggles. Eyes closed, there was the normal darkness and then three lines of text where the poster had been, wavering like scarlet fire:

JOIN TBC JOIN TBC JOIN TBC

TBC? What the fuck was that? She’d never heard of any group with that acronym before. Hardly aware of the flurry of weird looks from half the other people in the hallway, she crossed the hall to examine the lost cat poster more closely. It felt like perfectly normal paper when she touched it, and there wasn’t even a hint of red with her eyes open, unless you counted the cat’s tacky pink sweater. How the hell was this even possible?

“You’re finally cracking, Bri,” she groaned under her breath, then headed for her locker. She did have to get home. Add another big fat entry to the weird shit list.

A backstory one-shot for my Blackout Club OC Briar, telling the story of how she got into the club in the first place. I’ve been stuck in the same spot for a while now, after Briar’s friend Dani explains the club to her, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the scene’s over as is. Of course, writing the next one is the tough part.

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Checklist - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 1.7k and counting

8. You still have a headache. Shouldn’t you go back to sleep and try to do this in the morning?

9. (wake up)

10. Nah, you’ve always been a night owl, and school starts criminally early, too early to get much done beforehand. It’s quiet, except for Dad snoring. Your parents are asleep already. You can stay up until this is done, and they’ll be none the wiser.

11. Your head hurts worse. It’s getting harder to think. At only 9 pm? 9:30? Whatever. You should sleep.

12. (wake UP)

13. What are you thinking? You have to read at least a little of this chapter, or there’s no way you’ll be able to bullshit your way through class tomorrow. Besides, all of a sudden, the silence feels...strange. Heavier? You can’t describe it.

14. You need to sleep. You need a drink of water or something. You need to finish this damn homework. You need to sleep. You need to sleep.

15. Stare at The Great Gatsby. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

16. Realize what’s up with the silence. Dad’s not snoring anymore. You aren’t feeling like yourself. You need to sleep.

17. Something’s weird.

18. (WAKE UP) 

19. ...No. Something’s wrong.

Another Blackout Club story and another Interface Screw, as it were, this time in the form of a (very long) checklist. None of the characters have names (yet). It describes another way a kid could find themself running around at night with the Blackout Club, this time by fighting off the Song just enough to run into a club member who could wake them up the rest of the way. As with Tacet, I still need to write the suspenseful part.

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A Tiny Galaxy - Warframe - 4 chapters planned, 1 complete, 1 in progress - 7.8k and counting

Try it if you don’t believe me, the kid in the vent had said.

It was impossible. It was physically impossible. All of this was impossible. Had the Void...? Could the Void...?

The ship was at a standstill. Her mother had tried to kill her, and something had happened. She’d made something happen. There had been no holoprojector in that kid’s hand. Nothing was impossible anymore.

Jhia took a deep breath. How the heck was she supposed to do this? Was she supposed to feel something, some internal guide? Blue Hair hadn’t said. Feeling incredibly stupid, she did a quick mental checkup on herself. Nothing felt wrong, or different - but now that she thought about it…

Afterward, she would try many times to explain it, and fail every time. The best she could come up with was that once she found the Void, calling on it was as easy and as natural as breathing. She opened her hands in front of her, concentrated on that force like an extension of herself, reopened her eyes, and there it was: a riotous little ball of energy, wisps and motes of light and not-quite-light like a tiny galaxy, the Tau system in the palm of her hand, raging.

More OC backstory time! This one’s for my Tenno, a nerdy fourteen-year-old (at the time of this story, anyway) by the name of Jhia, going through the hell that is the Zariman Ten-Zero and what happened on it. This is possibly the first part of the story I actually wrote: the roll-credits moment when Jhia realizes the Void’s changed her more already than she thought.

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Hearsay - Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina - one-shot - 1k and counting

"Oh? Did they investigate further?"

"They tried. Found a few fingerprints, but they didn't match anyone in the database."

"What's the update, then?"

"Reports from elsewhere in the district of someone not in uniform carrying a Zwei sword. They're slippery, good at avoiding us, which would suggest Syndicate operative to me and HQ. Except that in every one of the descriptions we managed to get, our sword thief is a child."

"What? How?!"

"You tell me, Iona. You're the one who went to the crime scene."

"Right... Jeez, if it's a kid, I guess that'd explain why Petrov thought they weren't a threat..."

"My thoughts exactly. HQ has a fair amount of hearsay to go on, but nobody can quite agree on how old the child is, or whether or not she's with a Syndicate. Most agree that she appears to be a girl, tall for a child, auburn hair, clothes and demeanor typical of a Backstreets native."

"We got a name?"

"They've heard Yeri, Kali, Redbird, Suma, Aelfin... No one knows which is her real one, or if it's even any of them at all."

"Damn. ...Say, are you going to drink that entire pot of coffee?"

"Help yourself."

This is one of those stories that turned into an accidental AU when more of canon came out. The idea behind it is that it’s Kali’s backstory told entirely in conversations in which she did not participate, showcasing the fact that a Fixer’s fame is their livelihood and Kali was about as famous as they come, before the whole L Corp thing happened. Of course, the vast majority of the headcanons here got invalidated with a certain Ruina update, so my motivation’s kinda down on this one.

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Going Back has already been talked about here!

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Ella Disenchanted - The Blackout Club - one-shot (maybe two-shot??) - 1.4k and counting

She woke. Her stomach went through a series of panicked flip-flops as she thought something strange had done it, Dad or a little-kid-nightmares shadow beast had made noise, but no - why had she fallen asleep in the first place? Her butt and shoulder were sore where they’d been leaning on the bottom and side of the windowsill, presumably all night, since the sun was full up over the trees on Old Growth Hill. 

All night. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall asleep, but she did anyway. God dammit.

As she unfolded herself from her cramped ball, though, she froze. Under the comforter she’d pulled around her shoulders for warmth, she was wearing her gray jacket, a T-shirt, jeans, sneakers getting dried mud all over the carpet. 

Last she remembered, she’d been in her pajamas.

In which a Blackout Club kid’s little sister wonders where he’s gone when he runs away to the boxcar, and tries to get to the bottom of the mystery herself. Usually she’d be too young for the club to recruit, but her investigations and an incident involving SAO are more than enough extenuating circumstance. Unlike most of my other WIPs, there’s a whole outline at the end of my doc for this one.

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Making Peace - Warframe - multi-chapter - 1.5k and counting

“I…” Iksoh finally said. “Sorna, I hope you realize. I’m not into this. I never - I’m not doing this. Whatever you’re doing, I can’t.”

“I know,” Sorna said softly. The decision tore at her heart again and she almost backed out of the vent, but no. She had to go. She wouldn’t see another innocent crumple in her rifle sights. “I hope you realize. I’m not coming back.”

Behind her, Iksoh let out a long, shaky breath. “It’s taking all I’ve got not to report you right now. Sorna… the Queens’ll have my head for this. Please, please, let it be worth it. Go. Don’t let them take yours.”

“I won’t,” Sorna promised, and meant it.

Later, after her last fight for her freedom was done, on the Steel Meridian ship headed for Kronia Relay, Sorna looked out at the planet retreating behind her and thought of Iksoh. She’d just learned a new word from a Meridian soldier: vaykor tal, the defector’s spirit. Iksoh had let her go, at risk of their own life. They’d had a bit of the vaykor tal themself, even if they hadn’t known it, even if they’d thought it was just some weakness that was bound to get them killed.

“Ranre treri, duf krun,” she whispered into space, a Grineer well-wishing passed down from sergeant to tube-fresh lancer since time immemorial. May your hands be steady, and may life be kind.

This is an AU born of me and some friends wondering why in the heck Perrin and the Meridian hate each other so much in game. It’s about a group of Kavor - Grineer defectors distinguished from other Meridian members by their pacifism - who get to a Relay and start wondering the same thing. Besides Sorna (and, later in the story, Iksoh as well), there would have been Chakh, Beket, and Sydon, plus at least four of the syndicate leaders and a bunch of side-character OCs, all caught up somehow in what turns out to be a surprisingly far-reaching web of intrigue.

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The Slashed Circle - Warframe - one-shot, probably - 429 and counting

In addition to their written and spoken language, the Grineer have a full language of hand signs. It has its quirks, as all languages do - be careful of confusing it with the Corpus sign language, in which the sign for “to pay” roughly approximates the Grineer sign for...a certain portion of the male anatomy. Among these is the common Grineer sentiment against those who defect from their ranks, baked into the sign just as much as their spoken words. 

The sign of the slashed circle, the sedashkur - a finger drawn in a circle on the chest, followed by a diagonal line - is the highest of taboos to any loyal Grineer. It shows support for such scum as the Kavor and Steel Meridian, enough so that it forms the basis for the Meridian’s battle standard. To sign the sedashkur is to betray your siblings, commit a grave insult to your superiors, paint a near-indelible target on your back. It is an object of hatred and fear throughout the ranks.

She fears it, yes, but she does not hate it, for all her life and into her death as well. It shouldn’t trouble her now, though. It is easy to hide a language, and she burned her journals before she was called to the fortress.

This is a fic about Jhia and her one (1) converted Kuva Lich, namely about the process of said Lich’s defeat and defection, that kinda never got off the ground. Contrary to this snippet, I think most of it would have been written in what are essentially space emails back and forth between Lich and Tenno? I definitely got as far as Jhia sending an audio recording of a bass-boosted dog fart, anyhow.

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Wake Up, Tenno - Warframe - one-shot - 950 and counting

“Wake up, Tenno.”

She wakes. She is - she is Tenno, right? She is a Tenno? Her mind is confused, so full of fog and dead ends - how long was she asleep?

The voice that woke her seems familiar. She might have loved the speaker, in her scrambled past life, the woman in the purple helmet, the one called Lotus in her HUD vision. Her surroundings are a ruin of some sort. Her body is—

...what?

She can move just fine. Her fingers and arms and legs respond with suspicious ease, given how long she must have slept to be this scattered upon waking up, and yet there’s some fundamental disconnect. This is her Warframe, her body, but it’s not her body somehow.

...wait, where did the term “Warframe” come from?

A Tenno, unnamed but intended to be Jhia on my end, wakes up on Earth at the very beginning of the in-game storyline. Since the tutorial has gotten an overhaul in recent months, I may have to modify even what little I have on this a lot.

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Midnight - Iconoclasts - poem - 280 and counting

been anything smaller than been anything

never been anything smaller than

“good morning, how’s miss grump doing today? i heard about that last mission...if you didn’t sleep well i can call you in sick, it’s alright-” “oh, shut up, grey”

there has never been anything

“oh, shut up, grey” “love you too”

smaller

“love you too”

than

me

A very fragmented, stream-of-consciousness-y poem meant to represent Agent Black’s failing sanity near the end of the game. The words of her famous one-liner (“there has never been anything smaller than me”) are interspersed, out of order until the end, with poetic descriptions of other characters and bits and pieces of a flashback involving Agent Grey.

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Heliotropism - Iconoclasts - one-shot - 1.1k and counting

Lily, though she’s superstitious, will have none of these self-important truths, none of these semblances of certainty when really all it is is wishing on Ivory and hoping for the best. She calls for Miss Andress instead. 

A stout but severe woman with ten grandchildren and a great-grandchild on the way, Miss Andress is perhaps the quintessential matriarch: nurturing, selfless, brutally honest. She is the one the people of 17 trust when they feel they can trust no one else. Lily needs the kind of reassurance only she can give, with the authority of ninety-one years and the wisdom of two sons, one daughter, and some five dogs raised under her care.

When Miss Andress visits House 4, she asks Polro and Lily to each bring an object they cherish the most. For Polro it’s his largest wrench, pitted with use but still polished to a brassy shine; Lily surprises everyone by pulling out a tiny, unloaded stun-gun, and surprises them more by not explaining it at all. Miss Andress doesn’t question it. She just turns the two tools over and over in her hands, head bowed, squinting at them as if trying to read the secrets of the universe in the scratches carved into them by time.

Finally she straightens up and sighs, pushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her forehead is slick with sweat, though the night is cool outside. “I don’t know what she’ll do,” the wise woman says, heavily, as if delivering bad news. “I just know she’ll change the world.”

Can you tell I like backstory fic? This one is for Robin, with one short anecdote for each year of her life, up to age 17 and the events of the game. It’s also an excuse to world-build a bunch, lol.

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Arrhythmia - Crypt of the NecroDancer - one-shot(?) - 4k and counting

The creature didn’t say anything, just beckoned to the shadows. Before I could move, two other creatures came for me, sending the other humans - former humans? - scrambling away in panic. One landed a hard blow on the back of my head that sent me to my hands and knees, seeing sparks; the other said “Freeze!” and I could only watch as ice sprouted from the leaf litter, cementing me to the ground.

The one who’d hit me produced a dagger from the inside of its cloak. I tried to pull myself up, to do anything at all to keep myself from getting shanked, but it was no good. There must have been a secondary effect on that spell; my limbs wouldn’t respond. I felt the dagger tear cloth in the region of my back, and prepared for the pain.

It didn’t come. The creature cut a slit in the back of my tunic, then another. Neither one touched the skin at all. I can’t really describe what happened next - my brain was having trouble computing how my arms were in front of me, visible, unable to move, but it felt like the creature was pulling them through the gashes in my tunic, but that was wrong, they didn’t feel like arms at all.

“Holy fuck,” I heard someone say.

The ice holding me down melted into nothing as the spell wore off. I jumped back up, head spinning a little, ready for another fight, only to spot two flicks of scarlet in my peripheral vision. I spun around, but they moved with me.

I think I already knew what they were. I just couldn’t admit it to myself.

You’ve already seen this one, Nick, though I’m pretty sure it was well over two years ago. It’s a pile of old headcanons, some of them now outdated I’m pretty sure, about how Nocturna ended up a vampire in the first place and a little bit about how vampire society works. According to Google Docs, I’ve been stuck on this one since March 2018. Whoops.

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untitled (working title “adult citra meets an impostor bc what is self-control”) - Among Us - one-shot - 572 and counting

“I know. You’re stuck, aren’t you?” Having well and truly gotten their full attention, Citra continues, “God, I can barely imagine. Having to take a weird-ass host whose biology might even be toxic to you, I don’t know. Needing to get to a whole other galaxy, feeling like the only way to do that is by deception and death.” “How…?”

She sighs. “I told you, this isn’t my first rodeo. One of your kind saved my life when I was a kid. Since he’d killed Mom and Dad had been out of the picture long before, he stayed here and helped raise me afterward. It’s how I learned to pronounce...a few of your words, at least.”

“You missed the ‘H’ sound.”

“Isn’t that the one that’s literally impossible to do right with Terran anatomy?”

“Maybe. You think I know Terran anatomy all that well?”

Citra chuckles. “Fair point. You let us find your buddy and fix the ship, I’ll raise Xai when we get comms back and he can try and help you get home. Deal?”

I found an Among Us comic on Tumblr, absolutely ran into left field with it to make a couple of OCs, and then made AUs of those OCs because of course I did. This one is from a future scenario in which Citra (typically orange) meets someone rather familiar on a mission with the crew of the Skeld.

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untitled (working title “library of ruina but they adopt half the guests”) - Library of Ruina - length uncertain - 1k and counting

“And what happened to not caring about others because it’s a waste of time and heartache?”

Now it’s Roland’s turn to sigh. “I don’t care about him. I just don’t want the guilt of killing - look at him, he can’t be older than eighteen or nineteen!”

Raised eyebrow. “Finn will be twenty years old in fifteen days’ time. He is a legal adult. I fail to see why this should matter to either of us.”

“He’s fresh off his first Fixer license! I have years of experience! He had no idea what he was getting into when he signed that invitation and you know it!”

Angela fixes him with a glare that turns his stomach, his freshly remade body reacting to the memory of its sudden, and extremely painful, dismemberment. “I could quite literally hold your soul in my hands if I wanted,” she reminds him in an undertone of steel. “I must do the same for him, following the invitation’s guidance, or my entire plan will be lost, my coworkers’ sacrifices all for naught. Do not disappoint me or ask any more impertinent questions. You know what to do, and what will happen if you do not.” 

Look, some of the people you fight in this game deserved so much better, okay? I came up with an AU concept where if a guest willingly concedes the fight and agrees to stick around, you can get their book without killing them. Finn doesn’t die; neither do Tomerry or Shi Association; all the former employees realize exactly what’s going on with Philip after the Wedge Office fight and manage to calm him down, avoiding the whole Crying Children situation. (And then Gebura makes him collect his jaw off the floor by revealing herself as the Red Mist.)

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The one that’s a D&D world concept doesn’t have anything concrete written for it yet. (Don’t read this bit if you might want to play in my campaign at some point!) Instead of your typical Forgotten Realms planar setup, the world at large would be called the Seven Spheres, each of them different in terms of climate, geography, native species and magic, etc. The First Sphere would be the most “generic” one (to our way of thinking) and the main setting of the campaign; it would also be the smallest of the Seven, its primary continent home to a former empire of dragons that spanned most of the Sphere until its mysterious fall a thousand years ago.

Now, since the empire fell, the dragons and their children have slowly been dying out. Best estimates are that there’s only a thousand or two left in the entire First Sphere, with fewer eggs hatched every decade. The player characters enter a world with pretty typical low-level quests to start with, but every so often, especially if they engage with optional story stuff (this would be a more roleplay-focused than combat-focused campaign), they get wind of changes in the air - a failed harvest here, an unusually hot and stormy summer there, a trade war once they start hitting mid-levels.

It mimics real-world climate change in all but cause. As coastal cities struggle to contend with rising seas and, more alarmingly, wizards all over the Sphere start to notice their magic falter and wane, the PCs’ goal becomes getting to the bottom of this. And what’s at the bottom is...your typical Nerd fusion of science with fantasy settings.

The Seven Spheres are not planes of existence in the normal D&D sense, but seven planets in the same solar system, each with its own ancient god far more powerful than any god in any mortal pantheon; the First Sphere is so named because it’s closest to the sun. These planetary gods are incredibly large and incredibly alien, thinking in geologic time and concepts far too broad and slow for most sapient beings to comprehend. A thousand years ago, the fall of the dragon empire was caused by an ill-advised ritual meddling with the god of the First Sphere’s natural process of rebirth, causing said god to die without a replacement.

It’s taken this long for the First Sphere to feel the effects because, again, geologic time - a thousand years is a blink of an eye in this kind of time scale. But now the ancient earth-magic that had kept the Sphere’s climate temperate and its magicians in business is failing. The dragons, as beings of magic intrinsically, have been failing all along. And now it’s up to the PCs, up at level 17-20 if not higher by that point, to figure out how to fix the situation and find a new planetary god for the First Sphere before the whole Sphere burns to death.

[hanupboy]

The best birthday ever

Pairing: Minho x (female) Reader (feat. Seungmin)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Words: 2k

Best friends to lovers AU or in which Y/N and Minho are both pretty big idiots.

A/N: Okay so this is literally the first thing I’ve ever written (fanfic-wise, lmao), so if anyone has any tips for improvement, I’d be more than grateful! Also, if you happen to stumble over this and actually like it, feel free to send requests my way, uwu.

"Oh come on, Y/N! You need to come, you can't run from him forever." your friend Naeun said through your closed door. She was probably right. You couldn't run from Minho forever, but that definitely wouldn't stop you from trying. The moment you saw him outside the party for the year's end, tangled up in this girl you've never seen before, your little world crumbled completely. All the hidden feelings built up over the last 10 years of your close friendship came bursting out in the form of tears streaming down your face, ruining your face for everyone to see. You can't help it. It's dumb and technically your fault for never speaking up about how you felt towards Minho, but you can't help it. It hurts seeing his face, hearing his voice, thinking about him. All the beautiful moments the two of you shared, vanished before your eyes, being replaced with the image of the boy you loved giving the affection you craved to someone else. The guilt of ignoring Minho for a solid three weeks just adding onto that. Countless missed calls, messages begging you to talk to him, tell him what he did wrong. You stare blankly at the wall in front of you, tears threatening to spill again. "Y/N? Are you crying?" the voice covered with concern asks from behind the door. You manage to choke out a weak "No, I'm not. I'm okay." At this point, Naeun has had enough. She bursts into your room, a pout evident on her face. It startles you a bit before you pull the covers over your face, trying to hide your pathetic state. "Okay, this is dumb. Get up, now!" Naeun says as she pulls at your soft blanket. "Don't wanna!" you reply, as you try to keep it in place. "Look, I know you're hurt. But Minho is still your best friend, okay? At least talk to him. It's his birthday today and you still haven't reached out to him. He's so worried and confused, please don't do this to the both of you." You loosen your grip on the blanket as you process what your friend has said to you, making her see your puffy, red eyes and wet cheeks. "You need to get over it and try to keep him as your friend, because we both know he means so much more to you than this. Who knows, maybe you'll even meet a cute guy at the party?" You hate to admit it, but she's probably right. You can't keep this up forever and you miss Minho. You really do. Actually, these past three weeks without him were the worst weeks of your life. Sure, you have experienced heartbreak and sadness before, but Minho was always right there by your side. Not talking to him felt like being deprived of oxygen. You just need him in your life so badly, every breath you take without him hurts you. "Okay." you said, or rather whispered. "What?" "I said okay. You're right, I should at least try." With that you get up, rubbing the tears out of your face and leave your room. "Wait, where are you going?" Naeun asked with a bewildered face. "I need to get ready for the party, or did you expect me to find a 'cute guy' looking like this?" you stated, making Naeun chuckle.

Your new solution didn't last as long as you hoped though. You did a great job at making yourself look good, well, at least presentable for a party, but as soon as you stepped foot into the house, your nerves got the best of you. Your heart started racing, even though you didn't even see Minho. The fact that you're in the same house as the boy who broke your heart without even knowing was enough to mess with you. Naeun ran straight for the little dancefloor in the living room, leaving you alone in the crowd of people attending Minho's party. It wasn't a surprise. Minho has always been one of the popular ones, for obvious reasons. Not only was he ridiculously handsome, but also funny, kind, and extremely talented. Seeing him dance makes people feel motivated, as if he lit a fire inside their hearts. His beautiful voice could calm everyone's pain, whether it be talking or singing to you. Or maybe that's just how you felt. You snapped yourself out of pining over Minho yet again. You're here for a purpose. Wish your best friend a happy birthday and finally get over the feelings you've had for way too long. So you decided to get in on the party and loosen up a bit. After drinking a few cups of cheap beer and dancing squeezed into lots of people you didn't really know, you actually started to have a bit of fun. Until someone bumped into you, too engrossed in dancing with one of the girls attending this party. This someone being Minho. Without really noticing who he bumped into, he gave you a quick ''Sorry'' and continued dancing. Your mood was ruined in a split second, making you move out of the crowd to one of the empty sofas. Watching everyone having fun you, questioned yourself why exactly you came here in the first place. Did you actually expect to be able to face him like nothing happened? To actually find someone else on his party? When he was the reason you were feeling like this? A big sigh escaped your lips as your thoughts were racing through your mind. "What's wrong? Lost your party animal antics?" a lighthearted voice asked, as the spot besides you was taken. "Oh, hey Seungmin. No, it's nothing, really. My head just hurts a bit." you tried to say as convincingly as possible. Seungmin faked an exasperated gasp. "Really, Y/N? You're lying to me now? What has become of our friendship? Spill the beans, someone broke your heart? Want me to punch him in the face? Who is it, spill!" "Drop it." "Aw, come on Y/N! Don't be like that! Tell me about him!" "I said drop it." you whispered. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you tried to suppress your sobs. "What? No, I'm so sorry. Please, don't cry Y/N." "What are you doing?" an angry voice shot through the apologies flooding out of Seungmin. Upon hearing the voice, your eyes suddenly shot open. Minho was standing in front of you, clearly drunk and angry. He didn't look at you though. He stared Seungmin down, looking like he was ready to beat him up. "What? Nothing. We were just talking and-" "Cut the crap, Min. What did you do to make her cry? Tell me now, or I swear, I'm going to kill you." The state Minho was in right now confused you. And most of all, he scared you. You've never seen him this angry before. Your hands were suddenly grabbing Minhos arms, trying to push them down. All the people at the party were staring at the drama unfolding and you felt bare before them. "Please, stop. Just stop, Minho." Minho finally looked at your face, realising that he's just causing more pain for you. "I'm sorry, I-." His eyes panically switched between you and Seungmin, the look of a lost child on his face. "Excuse me, I need to go." he said, taking off. Before you knew it, you were dashing after him. The worry about him swallowing up all the other emotions in your mind. "Minho, wait! Talk to me, please." Your pleads were ignored by Minho, who stormed off without looking back, out into the night. You shivered as the cold hit your naked shoulders, surging through your whole body. "Minho, please! Stop running and talk to me!" Suddenly, he stopped walking, resulting in you nearly bumping into him. He turned around to look at your face. His eyes were filled with anger, confusion and.. sadness. So much sadness. "So now you want to talk? Suddenly, after three weeks of ignoring me? I'm the one running?" "Minho, please listen to m-" "No! You're going to listen to me now. I really can't believe you. I've held out all this time. And I realise it was dumb for me to think that I would just have to wait and things would eventually go my way. I realise that I can't put you at fault for your feelings, okay?" "Wait, Minho, I don't understand. What are you-" You were looking for an answer to all your new-found questions in his eyes, but he just wouldn't meet yours. "I understand that you are in love with him, okay? But why did you have to leave me all alone? Did Seungmin ask you to do this? I've seen you date more than one guy over the last years, but you never left me like this. And for him to make you cry? I'm going to break every bone in this little fuc-" "Wait, what are you saying? What does Seungmin have to do with all of this? Minho, what's going on?" Minho's features softened, as a quiet sigh escaped his lips. "You can stop acting dumb now, Y/N. I want you to be happy, but it just hurts, you know? I can accept that someone else is the source of your happiness, as much as I want to be the reason you're whispering to Naeun all the time with hearts in your eyes, I can still accept it. But I thought that at least I could still be a part of your life, because I'm so fucking in love with you. I need you Y/N." His voice came out broken, just loud enough for you to hear. "Please, Y/N. I love you so much, please don't leave me." Your tears started streaming down your face again. You're so dumb. He's so, so dumb. You were both being so dumb, causing each other so much unnecessary pain. Your hands reached for his face, cupping his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. You started wiping the tears from his pretty face, studying every feature on it. His eyelashes glistened from all the tears he cried. His puffy eyes looked into yours, confusion and fear evident in them, before you closed the distance between the two of you, leaving a small kiss on his soft lips. "What? But-" he stammered. "You're such an idiot Lee Minho. Just like me." you smiled. "You're the one I was so lovestruck over. You've always been the source of my happiness. Until you.." "Until I what?" The heartbreak over Minho kissing another girl was nagging at your heart again, eating you up from inside. "The party for the year's end. I saw you.." Confusion was painted all over his face. "You saw me?" ".. with her. I saw you with her, outside." Realisation hit him like a bullet train, his eyes going wide in shock. "Oh my god. Oh no, Y/N. You weren't supposed to see that. God, I'm such an idiot. I just thought I've lost my last chance, because Seungmin is so perfect, and I'm so.. dumb." Hearing Minho ramble like this, made you chuckle. "Hey, don't laugh at me!" he pouted. "Sorry, sorry. But you're right. You're dumb. And I'm so fucking in love with you, too." He leaned in to kiss you again, both of you smiling into it. After a few seconds he broke the kiss. He looked at you as if you were his whole world. "God, this is the best birthday I've ever had." "Oh my god, fuck. It's your birthday, I didn't even get you anything. I'm literally the worst best friend to ever exist." you gasped. Minho only chuckled to that. You really were the cutest person he had ever seen. "Quick, what do you want? I still have an hour until your birthday is over!" He looked at you, faking to think hard about your request. "Mh, that's a hard question. Something I really, really want?" "Yes, whatever you want!" you nod your head excitedly. "Okay, I know. As a present, I'd like to ask you if you would be my girlfriend, maybe?" "Ew, you're being cheesy." You rolled your eyes at him while pretending to just get back to the party. "Is that a yes?" Minho shouted after you. "You know what? Actually, Seungmin is pretty perfect. I should try my luck with him." You turned around to look at him rolling his eyes at you now. "Haha, very funny Y/N. Wait for me!" You didn't reply to that and just walked on towards the house, turning on your heel. "Wait, you're not serious, are you? Y/N! Wait for me, Y/N!" A soft smile appeared on your lips. Your boyfriend really is an idiot.

[armada-of-ships-against-antis]

Gush about some of your favorite ships please

Sorry for the long wait, but I think I might be ready for this now. (and before anybody wonders, of course it is in the middle of the night and I should go to bed now! Cause it’s the best time to gush over your ships!)

Okay lets begin with Spirk - man I was raised being a Trekkie and to be honest I never saw the great appeal of Kirk, cause my fucking younger than 10 year old heart already belonged to that vulcan! And I bailed my eyes out when he died! But after Kirk and the crew did everything to bring him back, I was like: Okay Kirk is a good one, okay! Nobody will ever be able to seperate them, only over my dead body. Back then it was more about the friendship but I’ll be dammned if I didn’t become a Spirk shipper some 10 years later when rewatching it. But why stop there, get Bones into the fun, too! Try to provoke that human side of Spock, trigger some unlogical feelings, try to beat him in 3d chess!

Okay bear with me there are three other Star Trek ships I wanna gush about!  I pretty much watched the series in the order they came out, so next was TNG that I saw, and although I loved data to every bit and byte of his android being, I was at a loss for a love interest for him. Okay there is always Geordie I guess or Picard, but TNG never hold a deep appeal for me in that field. So on to DS9. When I saw it as a kid, is was boring shit with all that politics and religion. I was around 18 when I rewatched and then in only the fourth episode I became suddenly aware of how motherfucking much Garak flirted with Julian Bashir! And I fell so deeply in love for their weird dynamic of a young and easily impressible human doctor with a mysterious cardassian spy tailor. I ran around showing scenes with them to people who were not shippers and they agreed, that there was tension. And right there was my first time finding background informations about my ship. It was there! I didn’t just interpret too much!  Andrew Robinson, the actor said himself he thought of Elim Garak as an omnisexual character who had a certain interest in Julian. It was absolutely mindblowing to me (also I started to google what omnisexual meant and found about pansexuality, so this is kinda part of finding my own identity, thanks to the closeted representation of a queer alien in sci-fi show from the 90s)

Okay two more and I’m done with Star Trek. But both are from Voyager. Throughout the series I loved the chemistry between Janeway and Chakotay. The slightly forbidden, the pressure, the loneliness of being captain of a ship so far away she probably would never see her husband again. Tragic shit and so perfect set up.  And then came Seven of Nine and manged to shake things up. Suddenly I was a multi shipper, because I couldn’t decide if she or Chakotay should be with Kathryn. The one was loving, supporting and the other was awkward, learning new things about finding humanity again. One was frowned upon because of their ranks and the other because Seven was still more borg than human in how she behaved. So pretty cold, while also confused a ton of times and Janeway ALWAYS had the time and nerves to explain it to her. Just like the doctor (who speaking between us is also a solid shipping option for Seven!)

Damn I tricked you by forgetting myself, that I did develop a shipping crush on Q x Picard. Damn have you ever seen those two interacting. The cockiness in the room, the mocking tone, the resistance. Have you seen those scenes you could perfectly take out of context and already have a “morning after sex” scenario?

Good now let’s take a deep breath and come to the Harry Potter fandom. Or in my case Severus Snape’s playground to be shipped to literally everybody! If it had Snape in it, I would read Everything during that time. Snarry was my most favourite, followed by Snape x Lucius, Remus, Sirius. But I also was looking into x Hermione, Draco, Lily, James, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Ron, Neville (Oh what a small and angsty ship), Bellatrix, Voldemort, Narcissa, Tonks, hell I even read one with Hagrid! (Okay I admit I didn’t enjoy that). Snape was my shipping bitch. Beside that I was of course loving Sirius x Remus.

Okay we move a tiny bit backwards in my life timeline, because before I started to excessively ship my ship bitch with everybody that was breathing, I had a rare ship in Final Fantasy (VII to be more precisely). Hojo x Vincent. You know just your ordinary crazy, mentally instable old (as in probably 60 years old) mad scientist having his way with a young agent from a special task force who canonly had a love interest in his wife… yeah. You know the totally normal stuff you ship every day!  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

I mean I also had the regular Cloud x Sephiroth, Cid x Vincent, Cloud x Tifa, Tifa x Aeris, Reno x Rude or Rufus and so on, but hell yeah I wrote one of my longest fanfictions with most of my OCs for Hojo and Vincent and someone commented on it. That person became my fucking best friend for now over 13 years who went with me through so much shit but is still my shipping partner in crime till now.

Together we discovered the movie Megamind and watched it more than 10 times in one week! We were so instantly on board with Megamind x Roxanne that it nearly hurt. And when we started an rpg, we shipped the fuck out of them, gave Minion a mermaid to love and that was the most perfect and sweet shit. They are just adorable! He’s such a goofball, sick with love only hold back because of his supervillain image.

I also met my second girlfriend via fanfiction comment. I had written a smut one shot about Tarrant Hightopp, the mad Hatter with ‘his’ Alice. That was also the first one I attempted to translate into English. When we met for the first time, we also watched Alice in Wonderland around 10 times together and we were in love with the lovely dynamic. We were frustrated when we found out, there was even a kiss in the script that never made it to the fucking screen! It was outrageous! I started to learn how to write a scottish accent and strew in some scottish words in our rpg to make it more authentic.

(And after that I managed to pull her into the pit of the Harry Potter fandom, hell I even pulled her into the pit of shipping mlm which she didn’t like until Snupin. But our main ship was suddenly Snape with her OC and we wrote a lot. Like between 2-8k word for one single post in our rpg! In the end we had enough to fill two books. We did even cosplay as them.)

Let’s get back to the Final Fantasy fandom a bit and let me gush over the other ships I had over the years. I’m still a huge Squall x Quistis shipper from part 8 and Laguna x Kiros! I also have an eye on Cifer x Fu-Jin (hah one eye, cause she has a an eyepatch, urgh I know that was a bad joke). And while I started as a big Auron x Tidus shipper, it shifted more to Auron x Rikku. I shipped them when I was about 15 (her age) and I thought I wasn’t allowed to do that, so I made a whole fucking AU where she was older and it developed into a totally original story of my own, which I have never ever written down even one page). With X-2 I satisfied myself with Paine x Rikku, they were such cute opposites of each other, I couldn’t resist! Only some years ago I played FF 15 and damn it was a shipping paradise again for me. Like all of the four protagonists are a match for each other! And then Ardyn appeared and made me weak in the knees. So Ardyn x Noctis but also just because those the truly most favorite characters: Ardyn x Ignis. Not exactly the fluffy happy stuff, I can tell you that. Manipulation, angst, abuse it had it all.

I can’t talk about Final Fantasy and leave Kingdom Hearts out, so yeah I started as a typical Sora x Riku (not Rikku from FF 10) fangirl and with part 2 I also feel for Axel x Roxas. I know, I know but at least with Organisation 13 you had a whole bunch of shippable characters. Just make one or two of them your shipping bitch, in my case Xemnas and Xigbar and ship the shit out those guys with everybody you can think of in the organisation.

And when we are already talking about Kingdom Hearts, I just jump into Disney a bit. Like every girls dream was to find their prince, ect and I was like: yeah Mulan and Shan Yu seem to fit nicely… Frollo is a fucking ass creep, but damn that scene in the cathedral when he sniffs Esmeraldas hair… Jasemine you look good in that red slave outfit for Jafar to be honest and dear Adam, you should have stayed a beast for Belle. Happy ruining your childhood. You’re welcome. :D Not that I shiped those during seeing those movies the first time, but you know I rewatch stuff!

Good okay let’s check the watch… good 1 hour later…. I’m not gonna finish this any time soon…. I’m sorry. I just tried to make a list of ships that seem important to me and I would probably write another hour or two. I just hope this satisfies you for the moment ;)

If you or anybody else wants to hear about more video game, movies or series ships and me writing an essay about that shit… feel free to ask I guess LMAO

Good Night dear people (or maybe not I see 15 messages on my dash)

[writers-leir]

new years special!

happy new years everyone!!! i hope you all had/have a great night with family and friends! and everyone who is still celebrating, i hope you have fun but please stay safe!!!

here’s a new years special with hwang minhyun and cameos from some of the other wanna one members

so new years is like a huuuuge hype for everyone in the city you live in

every single year for as long as you could remember your family would attend this huge party at the city hall to countdown to new years

and you’re honestly just,,,,tired

you want to spend one new years somewhere quiet and away from the fancy champagne and overpriced dresses lined with gold

but unfortunately,,,,all your family and friends attend that party. without fail. every. single. year.

it’s become something where you just run on autopilot

and it’s not like you and your best friend haven’t tried leaving discreetly

but the hosts have paid for everything and by everything i mean they have security guards standing at every entrance possible

and even though the hosts change every year there’s honestly no difference between the parties

and even now that you’ve left the city to study in college,,,,,,your parents still book you a flight back every year for you to spend the last two weeks of december and the first week of january with them,,,,which obviously means going to the party

you have to admit though, last year’s party was not as bad as you’d expected. the son of the hosts, ong seungwoo, managed to make it somewhat fun when he dropped water balloons on everyone (some tried to get a refund on their ruined outfits but,,,,,on the invitation it did say ‘outfits will get wet’)

and it’s not that you’re expecting anything from this year’s party,,,,,,more rather that your best friend isn’t attending this year

you managed to convince your brother sungwoon to hang with you for a little bit (only because he honestly wanted to try and escape too)

and neither of you want to be disrespectful to the hosts by escaping but as mentioned above, you want to spend a quiet new years (even if it means being alone) and sungwoon wants to hang with his friends drinking cheap beer and playing video games

so here you two are, standing near the food table, pretending to socialize while looking out for a chance to explain

sungwoon gets a text and he’s like o h,,,,well that’s smart and you’re just like ???what happened

turns out sungwoon’s actually friends with the son of the hosts this year

anyways, sungwoon’s friend, guanlin, mentions that there are no guards on the roof

and at first you’re like ha sungwoon what do you mean the roof

sungwoon’s just like lmao i meant what i said that’s our only escape

like ??? okay if you say so

and then he’s like oh,,,,one of my friends wanted to come with lol and i said yes already

and you’re like akjshdgjkasdg all your friends can come if they wanted let’s just get out

you and sungwoon manage to sneak out of the hall and you’re both waiting for this mystery third person outside of the door to the roof cause somehow this kid got the keys to the roof

and when you see the person who turns the corner you’re like,,,,,what,,,,,????

cause is that really hwang minhyun from your calculus class swinging the keys he clearly stole from the reception desk?

and you’re kinda still in shock even after he stops in front of you and greets your brother

and when he greets you you’re like “how did you even manage to steal the keys?”

lmao turns out the receptionist was so enthralled with his beauty that she didn’t notice him reaching over the desk to take the keys (if that plan failed then he would have gotten jaehwan to serenade her but luckily he didn’t have to resort to that)

you three get onto the roof and you’re like sungwoon i am not jumping down from the roof and hope that all i get is a twisted ankle

sungwoon’s all like nononononooooo!!!! i have a much better plan

yeah no it wasn’t that great a plan

there was an old pipe that ran down the side of the building towards the back

(i think you can all see where i’m going with this)

his plan was to climb down the pipe

minhyun’s like that’s,,,,,,not a very good plan,,,,,are you sure the pipe will hold?

he confirms with a quick search online that the pipe has been out of service for the past three years,,,,meaning that it’s dry as a desert

and while that reassures you that you wouldn’t be damaging anything too badly it,,,,still holds some concern to you

but before you can even open your mouth to ask your brother about it he’s already,,,,,,started to scale down the building

and you’re like H A S U N G W O O N if you fall and break your neck i’m not visiting you in the hospital

minhyun being the gentleman he is,,,,,tells you to go first

and at first you’re like ???? no you go first wtf this is terrifying

but then he’s like nooo if you go last then i can’t watch you to make sure you’re not stepping on flat ground,,,,and besides if something happens your brother is on the ground to catch you

and you’re like,,,,,he’s,,,,,,really sweet wtf,,,,,,stop being so nice;;;;;;;;

and so with your brother directing you from the ground,,,,you start your descent

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t absolutely terrified to the bone

your arms are shaking so much that you fear you’re gonna fall but,,,,minhyun’s right behind you to comfort you

as soon as you both are on the ground safely sungwoon dashes off to find his friends which means,,,,,,you’re left alone with minhyun

and you’re not about to lie to yourself because,,,,,minhyun is an extremely attractive person,,,,and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find yourself staring at him often during lectures

and you’d always want to greet him but he felt,,,out of reach,,,,and now he’s actually standing beside you after you both scaled down a building,,and suddenly he feels within reach

and you’re so deep in thought you don’t realize minhyun’s grabbed your hand and he’s pulling you away from the building saying that “we’d better leave before someone realizes we’re gone!!!”

and suddenly you’re hyper aware of how close you two are and how your hand fits in his just right

and then when you look up at his face you notice how his eyes seem to shine with excitement and the corners of his mouth are turned upwards as he lets out a laugh at the fact that you both just escaped the biggest party of the year without getting caught or dying

when you two finally stop you realize he’s dragged you to one of the smaller parks, one that most people don’t even bother approaching because the only things in it is the large oak tree, and an old swing + slide set that’s begun to rust

when minhyun checks the time on his phone he starts to lowkey panic because,,,,,,,it’s already 11:40,,,,,

and you’re kind of,,,,disappointed? because like yeah you two have no reason to spend new years with each other but,,,,,at the same time the location and just the mood in general is,,,,perfect?

everything is serene and there’s no,,,,uptight people watching you with their hawk eyes

minhyun leads you to the swingset and tells you to wait while he gets something really quickly

so you sit down on the swing,,,,only to hear a crack and shoot out of your seat,,,instead you take a seat on the slide, leaning back to lie down and watch the stars

after 10 minutes minhyun comes back and he’s like i got us some snacks!!!!

and as the clock starts getting closer to 12:00 you notice minhyun’s getting fidgety and you’re like,,,,,i guess,,,,this probably isn’t how he wanted to spend his new years,,,,,

“hey,,,,i get that this isn’t how you wanted to spend your new years,,,and i’m sorry,,,,,”

but minhyun’s like nOnono that’s not it,,,,,and he turns to look at you,,,and time seems to stop

and then you’re both leaning in and it’s like fireworks are bursting

and when you pull away you see the fireworks in the sky and it’s like everything is,,,,,going to be perfectly fine

minhyun looks at you and he’s smiling and you’re like akjshgsajdhgasd stop being so attractive >:(

“happy new year,,,,i hope this isn’t the last new years we spend together?” and you’re like OF COURSE not

you end up both going back to the party because your mom noticed that your brother had disappeared and called him and he,,,,snitched on the two of you,,,,

when you pass the receptionist you notice her still,,,,staring at minhyun and you’re like nope no more this boy’s mine now so you pull him down by his tie and kiss him and he’s like askdjhgkasldf????????what?????????

and when you pull away you send the receptionist a smirk before tugging him back inside

bonus: when he finds out the reason, he makes fun of you for the next few weeks (even going as far as to tell your brother who laughs for approximately 10 minutes before turning serious and giving minhyun //that// talk)

[thepuckishrogue]

Okay, so I only found this story like a day or so ago (don’t ask me when, exactly—time is an illusion lol), and I’m obsessed?? Like not even just with this one particular work, but the whole of the author’s work in general. Go check her out—both she and her work are ~lovely~

Anyways, (mildly disjointed) ramblings below the cut so as not to spoil anything/clutter up your dash, y’all know how it be…

((also read this in order lol; this is the 3 chapter, y’all))

Right, so!

My first thought is Oh thank god it’s finally in the open now.

When Kiri dropped that bomb on her at the end of last chapter I was all !!! Being a very, ‘Let’s say our piece and work this shit out’ type of person, I was really hoping that this wouldn’t be like one of those things that hound them for like several chapters before the finally confronted it. They’ve been ignoring that night for a long while already, it cannot go on forever, yanno? Thankfully Kiri’s likewise tired of waiting, and she’s not gonna back away from things, and I cannot tell you how relieved I am lol.

Their relationship is far too precious a thing to lose over what really amounts to a misunderstanding steeped in insecurities—which, for the record I totally get where Reader’s coming from, like… In the face of someone like Kiri it’s so easy to feel like you’re not worthy of all that (esp. when you’ve got people in your ear reminding you of your supposed inadequacies); ofc he’s not actually perfect, but dude’s damn close lmao. Add to that the whole Baku bit and yeah—I can see why she sneaked out of his room that night. Still, I would have thought that he would’ve said something himself, but all things considered I can see why he kept quiet. It’s a frustrating series of events, but also heart-achingly real, and I can both appreciate and respect it. Plus it’s about to get partly resolved so yay! Lol

Oof—that moment when you realize that you too are in the wrong is always so weiofha lmao. But it kinda helps in a way when both parties shoulder some of the blame, helps to keep down resentment I find.

“Ya coulda stayed, yknow?” “Yeah, Eiji, I don't think I could have.” *distant distressed Immy noises* My boy is hurting, my Reader-insert is hurting, I hate it here ((I’m lying, I love it, give me a heavy dose of H to go with my C, always))

Gotta love that 5 am honesty tho. Talking about stuff when you don’t have full control of your mouth is never fun, imo, but sometimes it’s needed. Like if she were full filtered then I doubt things would’ve been resolved. It would’ve been all too easy to play things off and twist them around until you get an outcome that’s safe, but not satisfactory, yanno? These two have been playing it safe far too long—it’s time to get real (and get together, but all in good time lol).

Also ugggh—Kiri putting his hands (those big, calloused, scarred hands— with their rough, warm palms and long, thick fingers– erm, sorry, my hand kink’s acting up lmao) up her sleeves is v. wifnahifhwaiu. *chef’s kiss*, 10/10—would swoon over this small, sweet bit of intimacy again.

You’re not going anywhere—of course you’re not because you’re best boy ;n;

Ugh, love how close these two are. Being able to read each other with little more than a look, clocking the smallest twitch and change… That is The Good Shit™. And things have reached a more stable point for them so yay! Now we can focus on the wedding drama—idk whether to fear that arc or what lmao. Gotta distinct feeling I’m gonna want to go heads up with a lot of imaginary people lol.

But first—a kiss ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Also Kiri with stubble, Kiri With Stubble, KIRI with STUBBLE. What type of stubble? Is it just chin scruffies, can he manage a beard—if so, is it of the struggle variety or can he legit grow a full on bush? And it’s black, obvi, but like imagine finding out that red isn’t his natural hair color because of something like this lmao. I see him as being absolutely religious about his hair routine. You are not gonna catch this man slipping, esp. once he becomes a pro. Roots? Never seen ‘em. Unless you’re a close friend or know him from before UA, you’re more than likely never gonna know that this man is not a true redhead—but I digress severely lmao.

Oh god. Okay, so I have a pretty acute astigmatism and am in desperate need of new glasses, so like when Luce came in and said their names it looked like she said “Mrs. Kirishima”, and when I tell you my soul damn near left my body… Girl.

Anyways!

Ojewaojawi. Boy. Just because they can’t say anything to anyone outside of the plane doesn’t mean they can’t say shit to each other lmao. Bet money homegirl is going back there and giving Tali the tea. Literally got my validation in the next scene. I’ll take my payment in the form of Steam gift cards lmfao

Ayyy, movie night. Double ayyy, I haven’t seen Treasure Planet in a cool minute. Triple ayyy—Kiri using me as a pillow and letting me play with his hair. Dk why, but playing with other people’s hair makes me sleepy? Guess it’s the repetition or sumn?? Either way we’d both be out in minutes lol. Also thinking about his big ass trying to fit on what is probably a normal sized couch, but he is not a normal sized man makes me giggle; just a collection of overly long limbs sprawled out, yeah…

((Also the hand thing for takeoffs is just *chef’s kiss* I’m not a nervous flyer myself, but takeoffs are the worst part for me. I hate that weird swoop you get in your stomach as the plane ascends and the ear thing and blergh—dk if holding his hand would help, but dammit it sure wouldn’t hurt lol))

Keep your expectations low you'd been reminding yourself since that little makeout session. He can always change his mind. You're no Katsuki Bakugo... Bby, no. You’re so good, you deserve love and acceptance and every good thing this world has to offer ;n; ((I’m really about to write fades for an entire fictional family at this point lmao. I hope she at least had one cousin or something that was kind to her, because if not poor dear…))

“Plus, we both know you sleep better when you cling to somethin’.”—bro, you’re not supposed to call me out like that lmfao.

Look, look—I know that his being shirtless is practical given how much body heat he puts out, but also you gd thirst trap lol. Also I never thought about him having tan lines, but that would totally be a thing! It’d basically be an inverse farmer’s tan lmfao. Living in the south I grew up with a lot of boys with farmer’s tans, and for some reason they crack me up, so the see the opposite would end me lol

Oh shit, I guess we speaking more truths now.

I can see how that would be a hard situation to be in, like… Knowing the ex, having them not only be around a lot, but to be a dear friend is rough. You would really have to trust your partner to be able to contend with that. Luckily Kiri’s , well, Kiri. He does not strike me as the cheating type—that shit’s not manly at all lol. But seriously I think he’d be straight up with his s/o about everything, so you’d never have to wonder about where you stand, but again, I digress.

What time was it when you woke, hell if you knew! Mood. Lmfao…

Breakfast in bed? Breakfast in bed! (ft. Dabi-levels of burnt bacon, apparently lol)

I wish someone would bring me all that good food and let me eat in bed. But noooo—instead I’m stuck eating leftover lasagna in my bootleg computer chair (but said lasagna is kinda fire tho lol).

Caught you turtle shellin’ in 4K lmao. Eh, not the worst thing, honestly—well so long as there was no drool involved. ((pls tell me there was no drool involved, drooling on someone in my sleep is like one of my biggest nightmares lol))

U.G.H.! I love these two together. That closeness that you get from being such good friends for so long coupled with the edging into something more is everything. You want to chill with me in your bed all day—me too, my guy, me too. I’m not a super touchy-feely person, but like for Kiri I’ll make an exception lol…

Tali really said get you a stewardess that can help you have both, huh? Lol, I’m like weirdly attached to her and Luce now? Idk, I just love their vibes, they’re definitely friend shaped.

And we finally reach the end—aww! Ngl, I got kinda sad when I saw the tags instead of more story lol. Definitely looking forwards to the next chapter, and all the drama that’ll inevitably bring. Reader’s family sounds trifling as hell, so I’m really interested to see how things play out, esp. with Kiri in the mix…

((also pls to excuse any errors, I tend to type quickly and autocorrect really be having me out here looking REAL uneducated lmao…))

Along for the Ride PT 3

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: The cat is out of the bag and the plane hasn't even taken off yet! How long until things boil over?

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Struggles with not feeling good enough ((there's a fair amount of self-doubt struggles this time around))

Warnings: TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues. TW: Anxiety Problems & Self-Doubt. Mild depression.

A/N: This was a lot harder to write out than I thought it would be! I didn't really know where these two crazy kids wanted to go! This was kinda a shit show, I should probably wait to post this but I'm excited and here we are. And yeah, the plane actually takes off this time. Crazy ass wedding, here we come!

Part One | Part Two

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Your brain reeled, it was like time had slowed while your heart managed to speed up somehow.

He knew. Eijiro remembered. He said again. He believed he made you uncomfortable?

No no no no no...

You couldn't take your eyes from his back, stuck in shock only able to watch as he got further and further away. You could pretend you didn't hear him, didn't understand what he was implying but then this fissure you felt beginning in your friendship would only expand.

Ignoring it when you thought he didn't know, that was one thing. He put it in the open. Kicked the ball into your court and... what? What did he expect you to do with it? Did he want you to do anything with it? Obviously, Eijiro wanted something done or he would have just kept the whole thing to himself!

Then again, what if he just remembered? What if it hadn't been this whole time? What if this was his way of trying to start the conversation? You couldn't really fault him if that was the case. But, if he'd always remembered, always knew, then why now? What changed? Why would he let you think he didn't remember all this time? Was he embarrassed about it, fuck, did he regret it?

Your brain ran through about a hundred different what-ifs and whys in the time it took him to cross the living area. The moment he was out of sight, something in you snapped.

Damn the neatly tucked blanket, you sped after him nearly tripping over a footrest and most definitely banging your thigh on an end table but you made it to the conference room before he crossed into the bedroom. Your fist slamming the button on the wall causing both sets of doors to slide shut, effectively keeping you both inside because there was only one way you were going to get answers.

"You remember?"

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Pixar Tier list, or, some sequels don’t exist

Okay well I’m done with the old examination and I’m trying to get something easy done to cleanse my b r a i n. As such that’s right it’s been a minute but its another bloody tier list innit. And since I’ve done the Disneys without pixar, might as well do the disneys with pixar, right?

I dunno man I’m just looking for something easymode so I can go play Zelda and not worry about missing a day.

As per usual, we’re starting the list with “haven’t seen, don’t want to”.

Hey look, sequels nobody asked for. Or prequels, in MU’s case, though frankly that movie just kinda looked atrocious from the get-go. Same with the Good Dinosaur. Finding Dory came out, like, 10 years too late for me to give a shit about it (also lmao fuck ellen) , and I’ve seen enough of Cars 2 to know it is not worth the time or effort.

Onwards then to a slightly more interesting list- haven’t seen, could be pressured into doing so.

I’m willing to pretend Cars 2 doesn’t exist to watch Cars 3, it apparently is OK, and Toy Story 3 ended on such a perfect note that I’m morbidly curious as to where the hell the fourquel went. The three newest ones (I think) are here, as I’ve heard good things (particularly regarding Coco) but I’m not the kind of person to go out and watch these in cinemas and I ain’t paying for Disney+. Brave I suppose is an oddball on this list, and I’ve heard it’s fairly middling, but I for one like the idea of “the Scottish Disney princess” so I’m kinda curious about it. Someone turns into a bear, apparently? How can you possibly go wrong with that premise.

Aight its time for shit tier, it has one member.

(I know my cropping sucks, I’m on a trackpad, deal with it)

Look, I dunno, I just don’t like A Bug’s Life. It looks nasty, the plot isn’t super interesting, and like…it’s just bugs, man. I don’t want to care that much about a fucking ant’s problems, he’s a mindless pheromone-driven drone. I haven’t seen this movie in a fucking long time, so I’m prepared to be wrong about this, but A Bug’s Life just ain’t it, chief.

Monsters Inc is another one I’m ready to be wrong about since I haven’t seen it in a very long time, but the fact that I remember…basically none of it? Speaks volumes if you ask me. I’m like, usually pretty ok at remembering movie details, but I’ve just got nothing for this one. Cars is…eh…. It manages to get past the uncanniness of its premise well enough, but the actual content is pretty average overall- and I really didn’t like Mater as a kid. Still, it did have the balls to have the hero not technically win in the end, and find his own path to success, and that’s pretty fuckin cool if you ask me.

Oh right, Incredibles II. I think this is the most recent one I’ve seen and…ehhhhhhhhhhh. God, it has good moments, but the whole is just so messy, and predictable, and just blarrrgh. The biggest step down in quality, possibly rivalled by Cars->Cars 2.

Okay, deep breaths, actual solid movies ahead.

I..had a hard time with the Toy Story movies. Like, I like them all, but not overwhelmingly so, and if you asked me what my favourite one was I genuinely wouldn’t be able to tell you. They’re all pretty good? I basically just decided to get lazy on this one, I guess. I will say I remember at least one mate having 2 as their favourite, and that is the one I remember least, so maybe it’s actually the best. It has the like, massive weeb in it, right? I don’t know if I like being caricatured, thanks.

Finding Nemo is really quite good, except for Nemo and, frankly, Dory. Nemo is just kind of a boring kid- every single other character in that fish tank is great, except him, and Dory isn’t funny enough to justify being so annoying. This is an opinion from before I found out that Ellen is generally shite, by the by, so I’m not biased by the actress. Like, Marlin and his story are great, the side characters are cool, it’s a fucking Australia movie, but I think those two being meh drag it down from true greatness.

Inside Out is Inside Aight. You could do a lot worse. Disney trying to tackle depression in a kid’s movie is admirable! But the whole journey the main (brain) characters go through just kinda ended up a blur for me. I remember it looking really fucking cool, at least, but that’s about it. Oop!

Anyway the ones that are actively great are next.

Wall-E is just such a fucking charming character, and movie to boot. It’s got a lot going for it thematically- consumerism, climate change, and the like- and the main characters say so much without saying much at all. It looked great, it sounded great, it played great, just an A-tier film all around.

Up would be S-tier if the rest of the film was as good as the first few minutes- I know it’s been said to death, but to be honest that would have made such an excellent short film, though the lack of closure would be kinda brutal I suppose. It’s rare that you get a genuinely wholesome movie regarding an intergenerational friendship like that, I guess, and…main character guy who’s name I forget (“pretty ok” he says) is such a perfect crotchety asshole. I do think it kinda tails off a bit toward the end, but that’s fine, it’s enough a good movie enough of the time to qualify for this tier.

Finally, Ratatouille. Now, those who know me might think I’m biased because I can be a bit of a Francophile which is fair, but also I’m pretty sure this movie came out before I started learning the language so uhhh shoosh. God this movie is so good, that soundtrack is over the top, the humour is on point, and as someone who genuinely enjoys cooking it does a great job of communicating the passion you can have for it. And the frustration in trying to communicate that passion to someone who doesn’t get it.

You may notice a particular movie missing from this list. That’s obviously because it gets its own tier, come on now.

The Incredibles is easily one of the best superhero movies to release in the past couple decades. I’m including every single Marvel and DC movie in that, for what it’s worth. Certainly the best animated one, though it’s fighting Into the Spider-Verse for that one.

Look, when I was a kid, one of my favourite movies was Superman II. The Christopher Reeves one. I still think it’s the best Superman movie out there, not that recent (or, frankly, old) competition has been especially stiff. So I was here for a movie about Dad Superman when it came out. What we got was so much more than that, though. A film willing to go to some surprisingly dark places, one that still looks good even two decades later, one that gets what makes these kinds of stories tick. All the characters are likable in their own ways- I used to hate Dash because he reminded me too much of my brother, but I got over it- and fuck it’s so cool. The way the various powers are used, the insane technology Syndrome pulls out and justifies, his actually interesting motivation and plan, god. Best Pixar Movie. You will not change my mind.

And that’s the list. What’s next, Blue Sky or Illumination? …yeah might pass on those hey

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Travelsode, part 2

Recap time!! You can find out what happened on the last travelsode episode here! Also, how do y’all like our new header? :D I’m gonna start putting our notes under read mores, too, since they tend to be kind of long and I don’t wanna bog down people’s dashes. 

Brief recap: after escaping Kalathur and being kicked out of Falón and Tirnel’s clan, our little party began to work their way south to track a friend of the wood elves’ and also meet Bree’s brother after a long separation. Unfortunately, our party is ambushed by bounty hunters, and that is where we left off.

First roll of the game is for investigation, to try and see if there are any particular things we can use to our advantage. Bree manages to roll a 19, which is better than what even our Investigator Tirnel manages to roll lmao. This game was an interesting mix of rolls, btw.

We enact Plan A: try to convince the bounty hunters to let Tirnel go, since he isn’t involved in the bounty. That plan fails, as the bounty hunter in charge (Moghir, the very attractive white dragonborn lady) is more focused on the profit they can get from selling Tirnel to someone else. So we move to plan B, which is to convince them that we can lead them to a 4th person that should be involved in the bounty as they were with us when we killed the noble’s son.

While this plan catches their attention, Bree (being how Bree is), pisses off the bard dragonborn, fails a second wisdom save and takes damage lmao. Bree refuses to give more info on the 4th person, so Tirnel offers up info in exchange for his freedom. While Moghir took advantage of this deal, Tirnel fails his persuasion rolls-- he attempts then to flirt with Moghir to win her over, only to fail with that because she’s a lesbian and involved with the half-orc woman in their party LMAO.

None of our plans ended up working, so the next morning we get loaded onto a giant saddle on the back of a damn dragoon that Moghir uses as a steed. We begin moving towards Kalathur, but only a few minutes into our trip we hear an angry squawk and get jostled around as the dragoon gets attacked by none other than Ialon, Falón’s noble hippogryph! As we get jostled around in the saddle, Tirnel’s bonds are knocked loose and he’s able to get a screwdriver from Falón for Bree to pick their own bonds free.

We get knocked from the saddle after Bree sets the saddle on fire and, after a series of awful failed lock picking attempts to get Falón freed, Ialon rushes over and scoops up him and Finryn to escape. At this point, Bree and Tirnel were left behind (Bree with a whopping 9 HP), and we have no weapons bc the bounty hunters took them from us and were currently in their possession. Because Tirnel can’t really attack without his bow, he cast Stoneskin on Bree and then ran in the opposite direction after we decide on a quick plan.

Although Bree does get knocked unconscious in the next two attacks, Finryn is able to cast Healing Word on them from where she’s being held by Ialon, and so Bree comes back and is able to Blink to their dagger in the bag of their shit, grab it, and then dash away and escape the bounty hunters. It was a miracle this plan worked y’all.

We take a quick break at the end of the mountain pass and see the vast, sprawling desert in front of us. By the way, we only have about 1 day’s supply of food and water currently. Regardless, we set off into the desert.

BLOOD RAIN. NECROTIC DAMAGE BC BLOOD FALLS FROM THE SKY. We manage to take shelter under a rocky outcropping (and thus also escape the spray of acid from a black dragon not long after the blood stops), but Bree suffers from a PTSD episode due to being coated in blood. 

We move on, and then... earthquake?? NOPE. GIANT WORM. THAT ENDS UP EATING BREE AT ONE POINT. Luckily, that meant Bree didn’t need to roll to attack and could just Inflict Wounds from the inside, which cause the worm to spit them out. Even after all that, Bree gets temporarily knocked unconscious again, and then Tirnel kills the worm. Bree’s gettin real tired of this desert at this point, having dealt with blood from the sky and now being eaten by a damn worm.

Our final day of travel is the hottest thing we have had to deal with yet, and each hour of sunlight risks us gaining a level of exhaustion. Not to mention we get sucked into a sand pit too (Falón and Tirnel are able to pull themselves out quickly, an then save Finryn, but Bree ends up buried under about 10 ft of sand before the other three are able to pull them out. Bree really hates the desert y’all).

By the end of it all, we have to carry Falón (who ended up with 5 levels of exhaustion) and all of us are trudging along and barely conscious. We stumble into what seems like an oasis, and ends up being the external bounders of Calen Tower, our goal city. 

As we practically collapse and pass out in the center of this marketplace, a familiar tune reaches Bree’s ears. They’re unable to react, but they know the song as what Chryses played for them as a child. There’s some light bickering from someone we recognize as the necromancer Ezra, Bree’s own brother Chrys, and another elf that our characters don’t know (Ezra’s brother, Elithros!!!), before we’re all gently picked up. And that’s where our session ended.

This was one hell of a tumultuous session my friends. Bree nearly died three times, Falón almost died once, and we all need a long relaxing bath and a comfortable bed. Our next session is going to be REALLY EXCITING for a multititude of reasons, but mostly because it’s going to be IN PERSON! Our DM is flying out to visit us over spring break, so we hae lots of fun things planned for next week. Stay tuned!