#hello you found a hidden rant

[maylovesalot]

Sigh yeah guess who also did the thing >:)

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[mandoalorian]

Hello, I loved your Ava piece, and I just wanted to request Ava Starr dating hcs with one of her teammates (gn, preferably).

operation: dating ava starr

gender neutral reader x ava starr/ghost

rating: 16+ — no smut but some spice, while keeping it gender neutral of course. <3 thunderbolts* spoilers.

authors note: i’m sorry this took so long. it’s something i kept leaving and coming back to, and worked on over the span of a few weeks. these headcanons sit somewhere between basic headcanons to mini-drabbles. i hope that’s okay. @ava-starrs-girlfriend is a great author to send any future ava requests too, if you wanted some more stuff to read (since i primarily write for bucky) <3

a stolen rooftop moment ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Ava loves the quality time; it’s her love language. Working together on the New Avengers team is fun, but it’s rare you get alone time with your girlfriend. Ava makes sure the little time you do get, is special, well thought out and worth remembering.

You sat on a hidden rooftop Ava had phased you through, the city’s glow sprawling below. She’d found the spot during a mission and swore it was your secret. That night, she leaned against you, her high-tech Ghost suit faintly humming, and pointed out a constellation. “Never had time to look up before you,” she murmured, her voice soft. You tucked a blanket around her shoulders, and her rare, shy smile warmed you more than the night air.

diner safe haven ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Ava finds joy in the little things, and you encourage this, knowing it helps her stay grounded. Sometimes, she can feel overwhelmed, but she has a habit of masking her feelings, which is easy to do when she can just disappear within seconds. However, you bring out the best in her and can always tell when the voices in her head are too loud.

You shared a booth in a 24-hour diner, Ava’s favorite after a New Avengers mission. She’d just returned from a covert job, her eyes tired but soft as you slid her a milkshake. She ranted quietly about Yelena’s chaos, then slipped her hand into yours under the table, her thumb tracing circles. “This,” she said, glancing at you, “makes all the bullshit worth it.” You squeezed her hand, heart full.

stargazing ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Ava has always been transfixed by space— the moon and the stars and the infinite number of galaxies. On clear nights, she takes you to the rooftop of the New Avengers Tower and teaches you a few things you didn’t know. Not just about the universe, but about her. Your universe.

You lay on a blanket on the roof, Ava’s head on your chest as you stargazed. She’d opened up about her parents’ loss, her voice raw from the weight of her past. You brushed a strand of hair from her face, promising you’d always be there. She nestled closer, whispering, “You’re my home.” The stars above felt brighter, knowing you were her safe place.

quantum keepsake ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Whilst Ava enjoys sacred quality time, she also has a habit for gift-giving. But she never gives consumables and it’s always something with a history behind it, or something she knows you’d treasure forever.

One morning, you found a small quantum-tech trinket on your nightstand, glowing softly—Ava’s subtle gift from a mission. She’d phased in while you slept, too shy to give it in person. When you thanked her later, her cheeks flushed, and she mumbled, “Thought you’d like it.” You wore it as a necklace, and her eyes softened every time she saw it against your skin.

movie night ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Bucky, Bob, Alexei, John and Yelena head out for the night, giving you and Ava the perfect excuse for a chill move night in the comfort of your home.

You curled up on the couch for a rare movie night, Ava’s arm around you. She’d been tense, so you paused the film, letting her talk, your fingers laced with hers. She leaned into you, whispering, “You make me feel safe.” You kissed her forehead, holding her until she relaxed, safe in your warmth.

On to more steamy stuff…

post-mission heat ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

After a grueling mission against O.X.E. Group, Ava phased into your apartment, her suit scuffed and hair disheveled. You barely had time to speak before she pinned you against the wall, her lips crashing into yours with a desperate edge. “Missed you,” she whispered, her phasing flickering as she pressed closer, her hands roaming your sides. The heat of her touch lingered long after she pulled back, her smirk promising more.

phased tease ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

One evening, Ava caught you off guard, phasing through your bedroom wall while you changed. Her eyes glinted mischievously as she leaned against the doorframe, suit glowing faintly. “Like what I see,” she teased, stepping closer. You tugged her by the jacket, and she let you pull her onto the bed, her kisses slow and deliberate, each one sparking heat as she phased just enough to keep you chasing her touch.

rooftop tension ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

During a New Avengers press event, Ava phased you away from the chaos to a skyscraper’s roof. Her frustration with the “hero” label boiled over, and she pulled you close, her breath hot against your neck. “You’re the only thing that makes sense,” she growled, kissing you deeply. Her phasing flickered, making your skin tingle as she pressed herself against you, the city below a distant hum.

shower love ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Ava returned from fighting Doctor Doom, adrenaline still coursing through her. She phased you both into your bathroom, steam rising from the shower. “Need you,” she breathed, tugging you under the water. Her hands slid down your back, her kisses fierce yet tender, the warmth of her stabilized body grounding you both. You melted into her, the world outside forgotten.

taste of sweetness ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

One night, Ava’s dry wit turned playful as she phased through your kitchen, stealing a bite of your dessert. You chased her, only for her to pin you against the counter, her eyes dark with intent. “Caught you,” she murmured, her lips brushing your ear before trailing down your jaw. Her hands gripped your hips, her phasing teasingly unstable, leaving you breathless and craving more.

——࣪ ִֶָ☾.——

i hope you enjoyed! <3

[bellawoso]

love story

aitana bonmati x fem!reader

description: aitana falling for you despite you being quite nerdy when it comes to shakespeare and art. aitana is helplessly failing english lit, in order for you to tutor her she requests for you to come to her matches each weekend, you end up falling for her too.

(kinda unrealistic as i highly doubt aita would take english lit 😭) + ALSO DIEGO MAKES A RETURN!!!

at first the move to barcelona had been scary for you, the new language and culture were unknown territory for you, and you couldnt help but feel lonely with not many people to talk to you in english.

until at a party, you overestimated how much drink you could handle and ended up on the brink of passing out, only to be saved by a random spanish boy you had seen around campus and spoke english.

a new friendship stemmed that night, you and diego were inseparable, even though you owed him one two many times after he saved you from people cursing you out in spanish after you accidentally pissed them off.

that was exactly what had happened now.

you and diego also work at the same art museum, although he often complains about the boredom he experiences there, much to your annoyance. he still continued to work there, the pay is good and you are in your happy zone, excited to spend all of your free time surrounded by one of your favourite subjects.

except for times when you managed to irritate random spanish people. in your defence, the piece of work wasnt that good, and the artist wasnt well known, how were you to know that you were speaking to the artist claiming that there were better pieces that deserved a place in the museum.

the man had gone into a fast paced spanish rant, although you knew some spanish after some time of living in barcelona, you were no where near fluent enough to understand the heavily accented, rapid spanish that fell from his mouth.

diego was very quick to intervene and call security on the man who was now jabbing a finger in your direction, the only word you understood was “puta” after hearing the insult many times from diego to people that annoyed him.

seeing him escorted out, you were quick to flee to your favourite part of the museum, at the east wing of the top floor was a small library filled with copies of old literature, with historic renaissance paintings hanging on the walls.

not many people went in there, it was very well hidden from the public eye, and was out of the way of popular artist exhibitions. however, nothing was too hard to find for a certain brunette midfielder, who was bored out of her mind.

———

today was aitanas day off, when ona gathered her, jana, bruna, pina and patri for a “fun day out” a museum was the last thing she was expecting.

ona was actually enjoying looking around the museum, pina and patri were talking to a group of girls they found “hot”, jana and bruna were raiding the gift shop.

this left aitana bored out of her mind, so she went exploring and ended up on a corridoor that stretched to what looked like a library.

despite english literature being aitanas minor degree, she was actually not that fond of it, much to her parents dismay who had to hear constantly from aitana how she was failing it.

when she walked in, she physically jumped when she saw a girl sat on one of the seats reading some shakespeare play.

if there was one thing aitana despised the most, it was shakespeare, the prospect of learning the plays and writing about them made her want to gauge her eyes out.

she was ready to turn around and beg ona for them to go home, until a soft voice pulled aitana right back to the library.

“hello! can i help you?” upon hearing this, aitana quickly turned back around to match a face to the voice, and was met with you now looking up so she could see your face.

aitana didnt notice that she had zoned out while admiring you, normally she didnt feel this way for anyone. each time pina and patri tried to set her up on a date she was always quick to reject, as in her opinion she had to focus on football. however at this moment, she seemed happy enough to break the no relationships rule for you.

“sorry can i help you?” hearing you once again managed to break aitana from her daze, as she quickly tried to think of a topic that she could strike up a conversation with.

“uhhhh- you like shakespeare?” aitana asked, whilst internally cursing how her voice wobbled as she spoke to you.

“yeah i do! are you a fan of his works? what is your favourite play?”

honestly, aitana had no idea why she chose shakespeare, in fact, she despised the guy who she had to memorise a ton of plays for. however, seeing your entire face light up at the sound of his name could persuade her to talk about him all day.

what aitana hadnt vouched for was you quizzing her on him, i mean, she was failing english lit for gods sake. but if she could just act like she was an expert for long enough for you to be impressed enough to accept her request of a date with you, then it would give her enough time for some quick shakespeare revision before your date.

“i love shakespeare” aitana stated, the link tint of her cheeks only darkening as you smiled upon hearing this, “ i would say that romeo and juliet is my favourite!”

“a classic tradgedy, huh? you like romantic plays?” you asked with a smirk, and aitana tried to rack her brain to figure whether you were flirting with her or not, and made a mental note to somehow improve for the next time she spoke to you.

“yeah, im a massive tragedy fan! another tragedy i love is-“ silence filled the library as aitana desperately tried to think of another tragedy, and felt like hitting herself for not paying more attention in her lectures.

“uhhh- a midsummers night dream?” aitana cringed at how it came out as a question, and blushed fiercely when she heard you giggle.

“although some prospects of the play could be considered a tragedy, a midsummers night dream was actually intended to be a comedy!”, you stated, rambling off about some tragic elements of the play, and aitana never knew that shakespeare could be such a turn on, but maybe it was just the fact that a pretty girl was talking about it, not her old male professor.

after inviting aitana to come sit down with you, and diving into a conversation of plays, both of you hardly noticed how an hour had already passed, although the conversation had mainly been one sided, with you rambling about your favourite plays, aitana enjoyed your company.

that was until ona called aitana asking where she was as they were going, aitana was sad to leave, and noticed you frown a bit as she told you she had to go.

“thankyou for tolerating my rambling about shakespeare, i know you dont actually love it that much.” you said while smiling at the spaniard in front of you.

“huh- what do you mean? i love the guy” aitana argued.

“its fine honestly- i saw your confusion when i was talking about his plays” you laughed.

“okay fine, i might be failing english literature but i definitely learnt some new things while talking to you, so thankyou”

“any time” you responded just as diego ran into the library talking in rapid spanish which you know he only does when hes in a rush, you understood a part when he said “ended 10 minutes ago” which you could only guess he was talking about your shifts. you smiled apologetically at aitana and said goodbye before leaving with diego.

when aitana met up with everyone at the exit, she was bombarded with questions of where she was to which she responded “in the library”

pina was shocked at this answer “the library? you hate books! your failing english for gods sake! what were you doing there?”

“well- there was this girl-”

“a girl! there you have it! little aitana here has a crush! she must really love her if she spent an hour in a library with her!”

“shut up patri!” aitana scowled “ we were talking about shakespeare!”

“shakespeare?! do you feel ill tana, can you go to training tomorrow? ona i think she is ill” patri teased.

aitana only stormed off after shooting one last glare at the group before returning to the car.

the teasing didnt stop there though, as soon as the others got to the car, she was met with relentless bullying the whole way back to campus about how “whipped” she is.

but also she realised something on her was back, she had forgotten to ask for your name and she has also never given you her name, which put her in a grumpy mood for the rest of the night before deciding it was fate, and a sign that she should be focusing on football.

———

aitana however, was actually wrong that you didnt know who she was. it was part of the reason you knew she didnt actually like shakespeare. diego was a big fan of football and followed the schools girls football team who were quite popular amongst the school.

he dragged you to many of their matches whenever you had the time, and therefore you had seen the brunette midfielder quite a lot.

you werent surprised when diego dragged you to yet another one of their matches a few weeks later, you were both sat down when diego announced he was going to get a coffee, and with promises to get you a tea and some chocolate, he left.

while he was gone, both university teams started doing warmups, and you couldnt keep your eyes away from a certain brunette midfielder, who honestly looked too good today.

“careful, your drooling amiga! i didnt know footballers were your type”

“jesus diego! and theyre not, i was simply looking at number 14, i was talking to her a few weeks ago in the museum.”

“you were speaking to aitana! and you didnt think to call me?!”

the truth was, members of the football team were very popular, they were nice and would greet you if you said hello, but their main friends were in the football team, so you didnt really see them hanging around with other people. lots of students had slight crushes on certain members, much like yours on aitana.

you werent listening to diegos lecture though, as your eyes drifted to aitana again, the extra gym sessions she had been doing really paid off, and when she lifted up her training top to wipe the layer of sweat from her face, you wouldnt be surprised if you fainted there and then.

what you werent expecting were for her eyes to scan the crowd and land on you, seeing her point and wave at you with a smirk on her face made you glad you were sat, you knew if you were stood up your knees would have buckled under you immediately.

seeing you blush and send aitana a wave back was all of the confirmation diego needed to know that aitana just waved at you.

“did she just wave at you? y/n have you pulled aitana? how?! did you recite some shakespeare love quote or something?! do you like her? oh my god- you do! your blushing!” diego was spiralling, aitana was known for not dating or flirting, unlike many of her teammates who were known for flirting and dating a lot. so seeing her waving at you made diego unfocused for the entirety of the match, as he thought of how he was going to get you two together.

however, he didnt exactly need to, as you and him were seated quite close to the pitch, when the match ended both of you saw aitana call you over with a wave of her hand.

you werent sure how it was possible for her to look this good after a match, but as you approached the railing she was leant against you suddenly became very self aware of the blush that coated your cheeks.

“hey, your from the museum, right? i never actually got the chance to ask for your name.” aitana said, her eyes roaming appreciatively over your body.

“yeah, im y/n, you must be aitana, you played very well today, you have been revising some shakespeare?” you laughed as you saw the teasing frown that appeared on aitanas face, “shakespeare in my opinion writes very boring things!” aitana argued.

you put a hand over your heart and gasped in mock offence, “aitana youre hurting my heart, talking about the greatest play writer of all time!”

but before aitana could respond, pina and patri bounded over to her and slung an arm round her neck, they recognised you from the museum, and in their minds came to aitanas rescue to help her ask you out.

“hello! your y/n right? i think you were at janas dorm once doing art, correct me if i am mistaken” patri said, “yes i have been, its nice to meet you!” you replied as diego handed you yet another cup of tea.

“i hear you are very good at english literature? you know, aitana is in desperate need of a tutor!” pina stated while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, making aitana smack her on her arm.

“ignore her! her mum dropped her on her head as a baby!” aitana joked making you laugh and reply “its fine! i dont mind tutoring you if you need it aita?”

upon hearing her nickname fall from your lips aitana couldnt help but smile bashfully and blush like a little girl with her first crush, much to her teammates amusement.

“uh- yes! yes- definately, i would love that, can i have your number? to schedule a time that is! or not- if you dont want to, or if you changed your mind! no pressure y/n- “

you smiled at aitanas almost incoherrent rambling, “aita, i want to tutor you, honestly. can i get your phone to put my number in?”

aitana quickly pushed her phone in to your hands before you could change your mind, and as soon as you typed in your number, sprinted off with a quick goodbye.

———

you and aitana scheduled your tutor sessions every tuesday and thursday, the days aitana didnt have training or matches. however, the study sessions werent going as planned, as aitana could not concentrate at all. you werent sure why, and obviously aitana would never dare admit that she was daydreaming about you, with you right in front of her.

you felt hopeless, you loved aitana, you really did, she spoke to you as well when she saw you around school, except that was it, you longed for so much more with the brunette, unknown to you that aitana felt the same way.

after a month of tutoring, aitana could still not pass an english literature test, she knew that you would confront her about it soon, you had dedicated a lot of time tutoring her after all.

“aitana i dont get it! i mean- you say you need a tutor but then you dont concentrate at all, you failed another test! do i bore you during these, what can i do for you to listen?” you said exasperatedly, aitana knew you had every right to be mad at her, to anyone else it looked like she wasnt trying at all.

“no of course your not boring me y/n, you would never!”

“tana, should i change the length of these sessions, are they too long, and making you tired? i understand if its too much?”

“no, no they are fine, i have one idea in mind though”, this was it, aitana planned on asking you something she had been mustering up the courage for a while to do ever since you had stopped accompanying diego to the matches, caught up in studying.

“uh- you could come to my matches each sunday? maybe in my jersey.” aitana asked sheepishly. you however, choked on your water as soon as you heard her request, i mean, was that not a couple thing to do?

“uh- sure aita, if that would make you concentrate on english literature more!” you paused as you quickly thought of an excuse to get out of the library to recollect your thoughts, “can we please cut this session a little short, i promised diego i would go for a coffee with him!”

“oh okay, bye y/n see you on sunday!”

after saying goodbye to aitana, you rushed to diegos room, telling him about aitanas request, although his reaction didnt match your panicked state, as he immediately started laughing.

“finallyyy amiga! i was wondering when one of you would make the first move!”

“diego your not helping! what do i do?!”

“you should probablyy… go to the match and wear the jersey?” diego said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, whilst rolling his eyes.

“everyone will see, its a thing couples do, everyone will think that we are together” you said, “you say it like its a bad thing y/n, if i were you, i wouldnt be mad if people thought i was with aitana bonmati” diego argued.

“whatever” you huffed also rolling your eyes at him “you will come to the match with me though, aitana texted me saying she got front row seats for us”

“obviously im going y/n, i guess now your girlfriend has got us good seats i owe the favour of being your drink refiller?”

“you were going to refill my drinks anyway, and shes not my girlfriend diego!”

“whatever you say”

———

it was match day, as promised you were wearing one of aitanas jersey which the midfielder had dropped off for you earlier this morning. you had already gotten quite a few dirty looks from people who you could only assume were aitanas “fangirls”. the dirty looks only got worse when during warm ups aitana came over to you, and leant over the railing, holding your jaw to move your head to the side so she could whisper something in your ear.

diego, who had gone to get you a tea when this interaction took place, only saw the two of you from far away, and from a distance, it honestly looked like aitana was kissing your neck.

“woah amiga what was that? you never told me you two had sorted your feelings out, was she kissing you?” diego exclaimed as soon as aitana was called back over to get ready for kickoff.

“what? we werent kissing! she was just telling me something!”

“sure y/n, sure”

the game had started, and a brunette midfielder on the pitch couldnt seem to keep their eyes off you. however, it wasnt aitana. a girl off of the rival team seemed to be flirting with you from on the pitch, as diego said.

it wasnt only the two of you that had noticed too, it was hard for aitana to not notice, especially when the girl scored and pointed at you in the stands.

this only fuelled aitana more to win, but jealousy once again overcame her when she saw the girl blow a kiss to you, so when the girl next had the ball, aitana quickly slid into her, completely taking her out and earning herself a yellow card in the process.

the short lecture that aitanas captain was giving her went in one ear and out of the other, as aitanas eyes had already drifted to you, both of you locked eye contact and you couldnt help but laugh and shake your head at the midfielder, who smiled at seeing your laughter.

in aitanas opinion, if she couldnt injure the girl anymore, she might as well embarrass her on the pitch. the rest of the match was filled with aitana nutmegging, and skilling the poor girl who flirted with you. the spaniard relished in the feeling of dribbling straight past the girl, and ended up scoring two goals, and after each one she pointed at you.

at the end of the match, she ran straight over to you, who was already stood up and leant against the railing.

“y/n i just wanted to thank you again for coming, you dont have to do this again next week, i know that football does bore you a bit.”

“no tana, i enjoyed it really, you played so well and im so proud of you!”

“you will come again next week?”

“of course i will, now you should go celebrate the win with the team.” you said, realising that most of the team were soaking up the glory of winning, and aitana was missing it, “also, would you want to go get a coffee with me next week, theres a new cafe that opened up near campus?”

“i would love to aita, message me the details?”

“i will tonight! bye y/n, and bye diego!” however a poke in your side from diego reminded you of exactly what he wanted you to do, and you knew you would be bullied relentlessly by him all night if you didnt, so you grabbed aitanas arm before she could run to her teammates, and pressed your lips to hers.

as you looped your arms round the midfielders neck, you felt her smile into the kiss, before pressing her tongue to your lips, eliciting a soft gasp from you which aitana silenced with her lips, you pulled away from the kiss when you began to feel lightheaded, and you werent sure if it was due to the lack of oxygen or that you were just kissing aitana.

“bye aitana” you said with a wave before pressing your lips on her cheek, as a more pg way of saying goodbye.

aitana ended up passing english literature.

———

[pillowdrawz]

🎃rise and MM Holloween??🎃

Rant/

The fact that in rise universe While the Turtles are cautious like in episode 1 but they quickly do not care anymore cause they usually go out in day. (Rise turtles goes to irl mario cart in NEW YORK OPEN DAYLIGHT, Kid Baxter wasn't afraid of the turtles, Nor the Humans when Rise leo was found out in the open, Repo mantis openly would talk to humans in his shop the humans DO NOT CARE, NOT TO MENTION SNOW DAY EPISODE?? IN THE DAY LIGHT??)

NOT TO MENTION RISE HAS A HIDDEN CITY??? WHERE THEY CAN BE THE MOST FREE???

Is it unfair for the other iteration cause...YEESS??

Sure mutant menace exist but humans just wanted drama and some action to make their lives not boring at the end of the day they do not care in the rise universe. Rise donnie was freely going in a school.

Its so sad but im so happy that The Mutant Mayhem got to go to school even though rise has the opportunity but doesn't want to. This makes me think does the rise fam have a Normal childhood??? (LIKE WHEN THEY WHERE KIDS-) the rise turtles would openly go out in the day light . Kid Rise Leo and Raph would sell a lemonade stand(with splinters help ofc) and People would buy like New york city people??? Hello?? Rise splinter has a Pictures of the rise turtles childhood its no secret to the flashbacks I imagine Rise splinter showing this to the other splinter and be like "This is where i help Blue and Red built a lemonade stand because they wanted new skateboards"

The splinters would be confuse cause WYM you made your kids sell lemonade UPSIDE???

end of rant/

Also this is Rise leo and Rise splinter you cannot tell me other wise.

(Also Sorry for not posting Bissy in collage Im studying IT. (Cause i wanted to make an IRL SHELLDON BABY HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

[caesariawritesstuff]

Hello<3

May I have a 🌹 for BTAS Scarecrow x reader with "Ha! Imagine falling for [name]. Couldn't be me." "Literally no one but you is inlove with them." "I don't appreciate those foul lies coming out of your mouth" (was looking through your prompts and saw this and idk I feel like it would be really funny and kinda cute with BTAS Jonathan)

Make You See

Summary: When you get engaged, Jonatha denies he has any feelings for you - but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

Word Count: 1.0k

Content Warning:Jealousy

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, anon!

Arkham Asylum was rife with the sound of chaotic noise and chatter.

For Jonathan Crane, all he wanted was a moment of peace and quiet – but alas, it seemed something so simple was going to allude him at every turn. Gripping his book in hand that he received from the Arkham library, his knuckles turned white as his fingers dug into the pages, angrily pressing into the thin paper. The Joker was busy ranting and raving about something that Jonathan couldn’t care less about. Harley was trying to get one of the guards to let her play a board game that she didn’t have clearance to play. And Ivy was complaining about the lack of sunlight within the asylum itself. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t silence the sounds of chaos all around him. Jonathan had had enough.

He slammed the book closed and tossed it onto the table in front of him, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He ran a hand through his short orange hair, but when he opened his eyes, he found Edward Nygma staring at him with a peculiar smile on his face.

“What?” Jonathan asked.

“Oh, nothing. You seem to be out of sorts, Crane,” Edward said, smirking.

“I’m simply tired of all this noise,” he groaned. At least he wasn’t lying when he said that. Pain began to pound behind his eyes, and he groaned again.

“Say my name and I disappear. What am I?” Edward asked.

The answer was silence, but Jonathan wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of answering. Perhaps he should leave the rec room and return to his cell for some peace and quiet – but as he was just about to stand, his eyes caught on the TV hanging on the wall: and there, playing on the news, was a sudden announcement that made his chest ache and heart clench tightly.

GOTHAM SOCIALTE ENGAGED TO BRUCE WAYNE.

It wasn’t Bruce Wayne that was the problem (besides the man being a pompous billionaire playboy), but it was the photo of who he was next to: you. You were clinging to Bruce’s arm, a wide smile on your pretty face, grinning from ear to eat. Bruce looked just as happy, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him.

Jealousy twisted in Jonathan’s stomach, a rush of anger crawling through his veins as heat trickled up his throat, blossoming red on his cheeks. You were a socialite from a wealthy family, and not long ago, you’d been attending classes at Gotham University when he was a professor there, before he’d become the Scarecrow. He’d spent time teaching you all about the psychology of fear, but Jonathan couldn’t deny that he’d developed quite the inappropriate feelings for you over the years – feelings that he kept hidden and locked away. You were too young, too pretty, too out of his league for him to ever make a move. Not that he had the confidence to, anyways, but that was a different matter entirely.

He slumped into his seat, his shoulders falling in defeat. Of course you would fall for someone like Bruce Wayne. Ever since the two of you had come out and declared your relationship public for all of Gotham to see, Jonathan had kept a close eye on the story – every photo, every article, every rumor circulating the gossip mill. Perhaps it’d become an obsession of his, but, well…he couldn’t help himself. He needed to know what you were doing.

But this new development was not one he’d foreseen.

“You okay, Crane?” Edward asked, his eyes burning holes in Jonathan’s skin.

Jonathan waved him off. “I’m fine.”

“Is that the girl you like?” Edward asked, wiggling his brows with interest.

“Ha!” Jonathan balked out a laugh. Imagine falling for them. Couldn’t be me.”

Edward shot him a look. “Literally no one but you is in love with them.”

Jonathan’s face flushed. “I don’t appreciate those foul lies coming out of your mouth,” he said through gritted teeth. But he had a funny feeling that Edward already had him pegged. Perhaps the truth was that Jonathan’s feelings for you had grown into more than infatuation – even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“Crane, you have a photo of her hidden in your cell. I’ve seen it,” Edward said.

Jonathan shot him a look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But his mouth went dry as the words left his lips, embarrassment prickling along his skin.

Edward waved his hand, a tricky smile twitching at the edge of his mouth. “No need to deny it, Crane. What can travel between two souls without moving?”

The answer was love, but Jonathan was not about to answer that riddle. He frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’d had enough of this – and he certainly wasn’t going to sit here and subject himself to listening to anymore about your engagement to a man like Wayne. Snatching his book up, he headed out of the rec room and was escorted back to his cell. As soon as the doors shut behind him, he sighed, tossing his book onto his bed. Sure enough, Edward was right: stuffed under his mattress was a photo of you he’d snipped out of a newspaper and smuggled inside. He carefully pulled it out and took a longing look at it.

His heart ached in his chest, like it was being squeezed by a fist, jealousy turning his stomach to rot. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He’d hoped things could be different – but maybe all he needed was a chance to make you see how he felt. And perhaps, if you could not come to love Jonathan Crane, you could come to love the Scarecrow. He smiled, tucking your photo back under his mattress, as he settled down and placed his hands behind his head for comfort, as a thousand ideas ran through his mind. Perhaps, if he could get you to see him for who he really was – someone so much greater than Bruce Wayne – he could convince you that he was worthy of your time and attention.

Oh, yes, Jonathan knew exactly what he was going to do.

[me-paina]

Hello, hi!! Wanted to ask you if it's not annoying that I ask for a fic recommendation?

Well...hope that it's not.

Can you please PLEASE recommend some Error focused fanfictions? (It would be even better if it had Error and Nightmare's gang in it)

Hope you have a good day/night!

Of course!!! I have a lot of Error-centric ( and Nightmare's gang >:) ) fics.

Sorry about replying late T^T btw. (To be honest, I read your question wrong and thought to myself, "Huh, Error confused fic??? That doesn't make sense.) Now, looking back at it, I'm an idiot, lol.

Anyways, enough ranting, here is what you asked for. :> (Btw, most of them is gonna be FGOD bc I was obsessed with it... And I still am.)

1. Undertake The Multiverse by Karmania (not complete)

(I haven't read this story in a long while, so I can't give you my perspective, and I don't think you want my bookmark of "yes YES yES YES" sooo, it's FGOD error)

2. A Living Nightmare by Blackened_Wing (complete)

(Similar to what I previously stated, I'm pretty sure this one has a lot of Error and Nightmare's gang. They also have another part to this series called A Dying Dream by Blackened_Wing, if you're interested)

3. Silent Stars by fifi114 (not complete)

(This one made me cry. I love Error with a passion, and seeing him this broken hurts)

4. Error needs a break by Nestle25 (complete)

(ERROR, wow, wow, wow, that's what everyone needed, a break. That was a great conclusion- great job! That bookmark didn't give much context, so, uh, what the title says)

5. Silent Nightmares by dulceringo, livinganime14,  TheVoidIsMyHome (not complete)

(I remember this being really sad.)

6. God of Destruction or Mercy? by Sar61_Sanz6 (not complete)

(I haven't read this in a long time as well but my bookmark says, "Oh wow, I love this concept." So it has to be good)

6. OLD - A Mistake's Beginning by livinganime14 (not complete)

(I don't remember again T^T Sorry)

7. A birthday for a glitch by ItzZaira (complete)

(It's Error's birthday!)

8. Bittersweet memories (Ink/Error) by orphan_account (complete)

(Angst)

9. Lost and found by orphan_account (not complete)

(If I say I don't remember this, that means it's a fic I bookmarked a long time ago and don't have good perspectives/summaries to remember the fics, sorry T^T)

10. Undertale Multiverse Shorts by Clichely (not complete)

(There is a bunch of everything in here, so I'm sure you'll find Error and Nightmare's gang stories)

11. Hidden (Fgod Error) by DontMindMeh (complete)

(Interesting concept)

12. Only Us (That's All We Need It to Be) by WrittenKinzy18 (complete)

(One of the cutest Errorink fic you'll ever read)

13. A Hop and a Swing by Clichely (complete)

(Error plays a trick on the multiverse to show that the balance is real. A really smart one)

14. Fate's Cruel Game by Fellusion (complete)

(Fate is just so cruel)

15. We Can't Relate by livinganime14 for Firehedgehog (complete)

(Helluva Angst between Error and Ink)

16. Reverse the Reverse Potion (Fgod Error) by DontMindMeh (complete)

(I can't really remember this, but imagine that. Error reversed)

17. Only to Call You by yastaghr (complete)

(Error, come on, buddy. Reaper will always be there for you.)

18. An Err in Communication by TheVoidIsMyHome (complete)

(I'm so obsessed with this concept, you have no idea. The idea of fate making Error mute so that he can't tell people that he's not killing for the sake of killing is so cruel, sdakxzncdsfad. I love how everyone is nice.)

19. Valediction: United We Stand by TheMarionette404XD (complete)

(United at last. So cute, Blue and Error finally get to see the gang and classic Pap and Sans, and on his birthday!? AMAZING.)

20. To Trust A Nightmare by Otletes (not complete)

(ERROR!!! TRUST NIGHTMARE!!!) (not complete)

21. Inquisitive by Another_thing (not complete)

(I also cried in this fic! This- this is just so sad T^T, Error my poor baby 😭)

22. Happy birthday Error! by hollelujah (complete)

(Error's birthday again but this time with another author)

23. Hobbies by Kaz_MJ (complete)

(Hobbies :0)

24. Let It Die by Kaz_MJ (complete)

(Error, I'm sorry for you. 😭 Outer meant everything to you, your best friend, and now he's gone)

25. That's My Rival - Go Get Your Own! by ReadWithDetermination (complete)

(My bookmark was all capitalised, so let me uncapitalise it. This is so cute! I love how the stars and the gang made a plan for the two gods to get together. This is truly adorable)

26. Core the Apple by Devcipher (complete)

(Nightmare… shit. I hate seeing him like this. I'm so glad that Cross decided to come back. Error, Killer, Dust and Horror are the frickin best. #pleasehelpthedepressedoctopus)

27. The Last Member (DRAFT) by gh0styai (complete)

(Poor error, I'm so glad that Nightmare's gang is here to help.)

28. Hate is Such a Strong Word (An Undertale Fanfic) by AnnaRaeBanana (not complete)

(Hate is taking control, and the gang only has a year to get rid of it or destroy it, plus having the task of figuring out the stars. Gonna be a fun year for Nightmare and his gang, and don't forget Error)

29. The Tailor and the Vampire king///ON HOLD by Just_your_local_kiwi (not complete)

(Error has been through so much over these past years. :( But now he is in an entirely different multiverse, he can finally turn a new leaf. Now watch as he takes care of some children.)

30. Oh yeah right we're parents now by Ehawee (complete)

(This is adorable. Oh my gosh like Buddy Daddies is one out of the two animes I actually like (the other one is SpyxFamily). This is so amazing; Nightmare and Error would be great parents)

31. Nature vs Nurture by AlphaShiva (not complete)

(My gosh! Error! Fate is utterly disgusting. Why would you take away a happy life)

32. Sweet nothings. by HazyErrors (complete)

(Adorable!!!!! Nightmare’s gang fluff)

33. Nightmare’s gang as a family drabbles (series)

(I love these family dribbles so much. I remember being so obsessed with the trope of the nightmare's gang being a family back in 2020-2022, but then I stopped cause I couldn't find any good ones to read. Now, holy Moly, this series is good)

34. I Don't Know Who I Am by Tacol0ser (complete)

(Errorink is my therapy. They are so good for each other)

35. Double Blind by Hellsaint7w7 (complete)

(My gosh! This is so cute! I love Nightmare and Error being together. Error forgetting to take care of himself and Nightmare being sick of it and doing it himself)

36. Codes&Crushes by PurpleOrchid23 (complete)

(You don't know how much I adore this ship! Honestly, this ship should get more recognition. I love how Error is just so flustered at Sans, Classic, for knowing he could feel and see Error spying.)

Yeah.... Sorry for like burying you with all these recommendations. I hope you're breathing all right.

[waterfire1848]

AU where Azulon was adopted, and by adopted I mean, Sozin stole him after his parents conveniently died because Sozin is so old and his genes are probably compromised. Also I could easily imagine Sozin getting desperate enough to steal someone's kid and bury the evidence as I imagine he forgot to have kids due to being angry Roku told him to fuck off or the kids he did have weren't benders so he banished them and didn't want another failure.

Hello, @deadlyangelofpurity !!!

Sozin becomes so focused on the comet that he forgets he's supposed to have children. After Roku dies, Sozin realizes that he needs to have some children of his own. He is the Fire Lord so there are one or two kids with his blood running around but they're all either nonbenders or weak benders so Sozin doesn't claim any of them. He's in his old age when he really starts to see that he needs to have some children, desperately. He goes to his inner council, a group of two or three men that are the Fire Lord's closest allies, are tells them about his worry. One of the men says he knows of a friend, an admiral, who just had a son with incredibly bending ability. After Sozin gets more information on the baby boy, he orders the infant brought to him and his parents killed. To the Fire Nation, the story is that a happy couple and their baby were sadly killed in a fire started by the admiral during a fight. Meanwhile, their Fire Lord just announced a healthy baby boy (with no mother in sight) and named him Prince Azulon, his rightful heir.

It's kept under wraps throughout Azulon's life that he's not related to Sozin by blood. The whole point of the Royal Family's rule is that they receive it by being blood related to "supposedly" Agni. So if it were to come out that Azulon isn't related to Sozin by blood then that opens the floodgates for people to potentially challenge his rule down the line. That being said, it's clear to literally everyone that Sozin had a child very, very, very late in life. (Councilmen: Fire Lord Sozin, I didn't even know- Sozin: Yes, it happened suddenly. One of the servants came to me a few days ago and said that this little one was mine. She saw that he had such firebending potential that she wanted to give him to me. Councilmen: Thank the spirits that there's an heir to the throne now. He'll make a fine Fire Lord one day. Sozin: Yes, he will). Azulon grows up in the palace as Sozin’s son exactly as you would expect. He’s taught to bend, put into academic lessons the moment he’s old enough to read, and into prince lessons once he’s old enough to walk. Sozin both doesn’t spend much time with Azulon because he’s old and because he’s not a good father so Azulon doesn’t really have much care at all.

Time goes by and Azulon lives under the believe that he’s Sozin’s son. Everyone just tells him that his mom was really young which makes a lot of sense to Azulon so he never questions it. Eventually, Sozin passes away and Azulon becomes Fire Lord. A few months before his father dies, he gets into an argument with one of his inner councilmen who starts telling people that Azulon isn't his real son and isn't royal blood. Most view his rants as those of an idiot who is spreading rumors because he's mad at the Fire Lord. Azulon doesn't really question anything because, again, it just seems so crazy, but he can't help but wonder if there is some truth to this and goes looking. When he goes looking, he finds his real birth certificate that was hidden away so no one would find out. (Azulon: FATHER! Sozin, on his death bed: Azulon? Azulon: Why!? Just why!? Sozin: You're going to have to be a little more specific, son. And what did I tell you about disrespecting your father? Azulon: You're not my father! Sozin: Huh? You finally found the truth. I was beginning to think you never would. Azulon: Why? Sozin: I needed an heir, you were strong and a baby. Everything worked out perfectly, wouldn't you say? Azulon: You killed my parents! Sozin: I made you a prince! *Cough! Cough!* What are you going to do? Tell the world? The Royal Family will crumble, the nation will crumble and you will be left with nothing more than whatever you can grab when they kick you out of the palace. Azulon: You don't care at all? I-I really thought- Sozin: It is not my fault that you were an idiot. The choice is yours, son. I'm already dead. There's nothing I can do to persuade you one way or another.) Azulon stays quiet.

Azulon later marries Ilah and has Iroh and Ozai. Ilah passes away seconds after Ozai is born which leaves Azulon with a hatred for Ozai. He can't look at him without seeing another parent killer like Sozin was. Azulon "raises" Iroh and Ozai as best he can while also being Fire Lord but the two brothers are pretty much left on their own. Iroh and Ozai are as close as they can be for having a ten year ago gap but they are still close and Iroh hates seeing his father hurt Ozai so much. He hates it enough that he decides to do something about it, but there isn't much he can do because he's not Fire Lord. That is until he comes across a familiar birth certificate and realizes the truth. Azulon would certainly have a lot of trouble if people found out he wasn't royal blood. The only problem with this is that it would also affect Iroh and Ozai and reveal that they aren't royal blood either. For a while, Iroh sits on this new information and doesn't do anything. Then comes the day that Azulon also burns Ozai's face (in a very familiar fashion) and Iroh stops him and decides that he needs to get Ozai away from here. He gives the birth certificate to the council then runs off with Ozai that night and with enough food and money for them to survive until he can get a job somewhere. (Ozai: Iroh? Where are we going? Iroh: Somewhere safe. Ozai: Is father coming? Iroh: No. No, we don't be seeing father...ever again. Ozai:....Thank you. Iroh: Always.)

Iroh and Ozai get stuck in a massive storm while they're sailing away from the Fire Nation and wind up in the South Pole. Because they are not wearing clothes appropriate for the weather or know how to fish, the two don't exactly have a fun first day. During their first night, a young mother finds them and brings them to her village so they don't freeze. The next morning, Iroh meets Kanna and Ozai meets Hakoda, Kya and Bato. Ozai is absolutely not up for leaving his brother's side and being around children he's never met (it has nothing to do with the fact that he's never been around kids his own age and doesn't know what he's supposed to do. Why would anyone even think that?). Kanna and the village are very iffy about letting two Fire Nationals stay in their home but they also don't like the idea of kicking out a 18 and 8 year old into the cold. Eventually, Kanna agrees to let them stay but says that they will kick them out if the two act like princes or start firebending at them. Since their in the middle of no where and Iroh basically just told the entire Fire Nation that he and Ozai have been accidentally lying to them for years, neither is very intent on getting kicked out of the village. (Plus, Iroh really likes seeing his brother getting to play with other kids....he just has to keep reminding Ozai that throwing snowballs doesn't mean you whack people straight in the face as hard as you can with a snowball.)

[yuri-is-online]

Hello Yuri!! Congrats on 500 followers!! You deserve it, your writing is amazing and makes me so happy whenever you post something new! (・∀・)

If it’s alright, could I request Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi and Cater Diamond with prompt four if that’s okay? About the reader meeting someone at the ball and ranting to the boys about them.

Thank you so much in advance, and congratulations again!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

4. You met someone really wonderful at the Masquerade Ball and have been ranting about how he was totally the love of your life to your abnormally quiet friend. Actually, wasn't he invited too? Maybe you should ask him how that went.

Hello Rhea! It's always a pleasure to see you in my notifications, though you did give me a bit of whiplash with how fast this request came in (;ﾞ°´ω°´) It makes me very happy to hear I have managed to make you happy, I hope you like this post too. Also thank you very much for the kind words, they made me feel much better.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, I know the prompt says "quiet" but these three are sort of the chatty type so it's more like dodging the question (sorry), the other event requests can be found on my masterlist here. There's a movie reference hidden here (kind of) that if someone gets I'll probably scream idk.

Ace

There is a god in some sort of heaven and he hates Ace Trappola. Well maybe not a god, maybe it's just Riddle, and he certainly doesn't hate him, Ace is just being dramatic. But there has to be some sort of rule Riddle is breaking here, seriously what beacon of morals and etiquette sits pretending to sip tea while obviously eve's dropping on what should be a terribly private conversation. It's a nightmare made substantially worse by just how long he has been wanting to have this talk.

"Honestly I wasn't expecting to have so much fun, I thought Crowley was just going to put on a cheap tacky formal, not an actual ball with proper costumes." You feel light headed with joy for a change, technically half of the things you've experienced in this world you never would have in yours but a real, fancy Masquerade somehow felt more surreal than the overblots or flying brooms. Maybe it was because you had seen pictures of real ball costumes and masks that made it feel more tangible, like this was something you really were meant to be a part of.

"The costuming was indeed very impressive." Riddle swirls his cup just gently enough to avoid spilling his precious tea whilst making sure to pour Ace's all over the Heartslabyul lounge. "I was surprised at how impossible it was to tell who was who."

"I know! That's the whole problem." You practically jump up from the couch, before remembering yourself and settling down again. Ace notices you still move subconsciously closer to him, even if your silly head doesn't know just who he is. Or would it be was?

"Is it really?" Ace really wishes you weren't so used to ignoring his whining. "The entire point of a Masquerade is to be anonymous, isn't that why you and Deuce thought it was 'romantic.'" He had wanted to have this talk in Ramshackle where it was guaranteed to be private- scratch that he wanted to have it last night while he was trying to imagine what your eyes looked like under your mask. What they would look like if he moved his aside and just said what he was trying to for once instead of flirting more with the subtext than you.

"Well yeah I guess." You mumble. Your chest has been tied up in funny knots and Ace's unenthusiastic tone isn't helping with the pain. "But it's driving me insane to think I could have met my soul mate and all I know about him is that he makes a really attractive clown." Riddle chokes, tea cup clanking onto it's saucer as he politely tries to pass off his laugh as a cough. "Well not just that..." you mumble, closing your eyes to conjure up the memory of the jester who had produced a rose from behind your ear and insisted on leaving it there for luck.

"What sort of luck?" He held onto the rose just a second too long for your poor heart to bear, you swear he could feel it if he pressed his fingers that much closer to your pulse point.

"Well mine of course, how else am I supposed to find you when this is over." It's odd not to see the man's lips, your heart tells you it suspects he's smiling but it won't confirm it.

"That's not luck!" You laugh. "That's cheating!" He shrugs, as if to say he knows, that's the whole point. As if to say it's worth it to break the rules where you're concerned. It's daring, the way he holds you as you dance, the way your heart is screaming for you to just-

"I should have kissed him." You groan, remembering how Grim had charged in between you and your date screaming about how he'd never approve or something dumb like that. Just who did he think he was anyway?

"Well then why don't you!" Ace cringes as he says it, neck beet red as you go to sass him back before the oddly serious nature of his tone and the implication of his syntax force you to stop. Riddle's exit barely registers as you stare each other down, Ace from the corner of his eye and you with the full force you can gather.

"Would you have let me?" You whisper. A familiar touch lights just behind your ear, pressing in this time to trace the speed of your heartbeat.

"Only one way to find out, prefect." You expect him to run. Make some sort of joke about how he was pranking you, or say kissing before marriage being against the rules. But he doesn't. He waits, perhaps in the way he has been since the first night he showed up at Ramshackle, collared and crabby, just waiting for you to close the gap.

And embrace you as you fall.

Ruggie

Ramshackle was closer to the main castle than Savanaclaw. That was the excuse Ruggie had used to get you to agree to let him crash there, in his mind anyway. Really, all he had needed to do was ask, but you know that's not exactly how he works. Your relationship has always been a series of scratches, offers of give and take that tend to be minor but offer just enough of a technicality for true feelings to remain hidden just out of sight. That doesn't change how surreal it is to see him here so late, or the sharp contrast between all the stiff collars and plaster faces you both had been drowning in just a moment ago and the worn gym clothes you both wear for pajamas.

"Man I'm beat." Ruggie says, sinking into the couch. You aren't in much better shape, if he wasn't taking up a part of it you would be sprawled face down across the length the couch. Instead, you satisfy yourself with curling up into the far corner. You have a dreamy smile on your face, content like how he usually looks when he eats a large meal, or when he thinks you aren't looking.

"I think I found your soul mate hanging around the buffet tables tonight." You lazily tease, tracing nonsensical shapes on the floor to amuse the nervous energy from your earlier encounter.

"Oh yeah?" Ruggie sounds vaguely intrigued, but he doesn't move much. If anything he settles his neck more firmly into the sofa back, eyes intentionally trained on the ceiling. "What makes you say that?"

"He was stealing all the apple fritters." You say, dreamy smile widening when Ruggie snorts. "Too bad I intend on stealing him from you."

"Do you now." He murmurs, head tilting back down into his palm. He rests his elbow on his knee, but he doesn't look at you, not immediately. Your well into your little rant before he does.

"Well at first I was just going to steal the food-" that was the whole reason he had wanted to stay here, the two of you had hatched a plan weeks ago to smuggle in some containers and smuggle out as much food from the banquet hall as possible and it just made more sense to take it to Ramshackle "but he offered to give it to me so long as I danced with him." There is a container of said fritters in between you both, sticky with caramelized sugar and a good reminder of just how expensive the Masquerade Ball must have been to throw. It's odd to have food last so long in Ramshackle, odder still with Ruggie so close.

"Nice try." You said. "But you won't trick me like that. My friend trained me well and I need to bring those back to him."

"Are you sure about that?" The man's voice is muffled by his mask, white plaster forming three faces obscuring any meaningful detail of his real looks. He's radiant, something about the way he's managing to thread the needle through the crowd despite his exaggerated mask is holding all your attention despite Ruggie's warnings. You're supposed to be competing to see who would bring the most food home, but instead you're dancing in the arms of someone else, laughing as he kisses your hand when he dips you in tune with the song. "Your friend is missing out, I have the best tasting thing in the ballroom right here."

"I'm sorry I was so distracted I only managed to snag a couple things. Did you get anything good?" You roll out of the corner closer to the center, just out of his reach but oh so obtainable.

"Nope~" he says, letting the word pop and looking away with more shame than you have seen on his face... ever now that you think about it. "I uhh. I may have... also.. gotten distracted." Both of you look at the single container of apple fritters, suddenly very much aware that neither of you actually brought anything else back to your dorm.

"Laugh with me." You try to protest but Ruggie has both your fingers up to your lips, his trademark smirk looks good on you, he wishes he could take a picture. "Embarrassed prefect? You shouldn't be so worried, I told you how I felt didn't I?"

"But you don't know how I taste!" You manage to wail and he finally cracks, shaking with laughter and letting you curl your blanket around you in a ball of embarrement. You stay like that for a good long while, trying to beat down the smile that twitches at the corner of your mouth until Ruggie reaches over to unwrap you casing and pull your head into his lap.

"Well then, maybe you should let me test you." He's wrong you think as your lips meet, Ruggie has got to taste much sweeter.

Cater

"Well someone looks like they had fun last night~" Cater says and you giggle in response. He allows himself to pause before he continues, Cater really hates the sound of his own voice. How anyone can stand him is beyond him, and he knows the conversation he's about to have has a pretty good chance- no.

It's going to destroy the carefully built illusion he's woven around your "friendship" even if you react positively. Losing you would be painful, but keeping you in the dark would be even worse. He has to play this smart, play you correctly so he can try and keep your eyes with him even if they only look at the superficial face he wears.

Yes, Cater has to play you carefully, but he is off to a bad start. You know before he sits down that something is wrong, it's written all over his face sewn into his unwashed hair and dark circles under his eyes.

"I want to say 'you too' but honestly you look exhausted Cater, you sure you want to be awake right now?" You don't want to press him in case that makes him run, but you also know Cater a bit better than he wants to acknowledge. You don't really think the bit of yourself you have to share will help soothe him, but he goes along with his script anyway.

"Seriously, you worry too much!" He can't say about me because he wants your worries, and he knows that denial would crack his mask. "Besides I've just been dying to hear about the dance, you seemed really excited to go!" There's a sparkle in your eyes, a flush to your cheeks that he desperately wishes he had put there.

"It went well." That’s all you can bring yourself to say as your hands go to fiddle absent mindedly with the sleeves of your blazer.

"That's good?" He tries to poke at the topic but you don't go further. "Or was is it not good and you just don't want to think about it?"

"No! No it's just. I met someone. Or I think I did anyway." Cater blinks. Once. Twice. Three times just for luck because he knows, or at least he thinks he knows, that he was the only one with you all night. What you're saying just can't be right, there's no way you didn't know it was him all night. "He was just so easy to talk to! I completely lost track of time and didn't meet up with anyone else..." Your little embarrassed smile confirms it, you didn't know. He laughs.

"Sorry," he doesn't mean that "you're just too cute Yuu." He pulls his phone from his pocket as you desperately stutter.

"Look I'm really sorry I know I said I'd look for you, Riddle, and Trey but I was just... I don't know, moonstruck?" He laughs more, practically chokes as he quickly types an apology to Trey and savors your embarrassment just a moment longer.

"Don't you mean starstruck?" He teases and you suddenly find a bit of your fight back and fiercely shake your head.

"No way! That's for famous people. Moonstruck is for when you're overcome with ridiculous love for someone even if you don't know them." You pout and Cater looks at his phone, not to do anything really just to center himself and his thoughts. He has a choice to make, and he doesn't know where either path will go.

"Are you alright?" Cater should have known you would find him, there should be something scary with how unconsciously in tune with him you are. He doesn't say anything, but that doesn't seem to discourage you. You settle yourself next to him, sitting quietly keeping him company until he's ready to speak.

"It's all just a bit too much." He gestures vaguely at the room, uncertain why he's decided to speak about this now and not run from it. "Everyone's here wearing masks and hiding themselves like it's a fun thing to do."

"It can be." You say calmly. "But always dressing like this would be a lot." You look over the crowd with the stranger, the conversation lulls, and you try to examine the man's costume for a hint of what might be best to say. "You know," your voice is uncertain, but the words that come to you aren't ones you don't believe in, "everyone wears a mask sometimes, especially when they're afraid or lonely." The man says nothing, but something about the way he sits suggests you still have his attention. "You're not obligated to remove those masks for anyone, it has to be done when you are ready to accept the consequences of how other people will see you."

Cater isn't ready. He somehow doubts he ever will be. He wishes there was a way to confess this with a guarantee that the consequences won't burn him.

"You weren't the only one moonstruck." You look hopeful almost, exactly like you did when you'd pulled him from his corner to dance. Exactly the same as when you had when he had teasingly pulled your mask aside to kiss you, the same cute look he would never be sorry to see on your face. "Say are you busy prefect? I think there's something I need to tell you."

[purplefangirl42]

Three Goodbyes

Summary: Three times you said hello to Viktor, and three times you had to say goodbye.

Pairing: Viktor/Reader (GN)

A/N: This is a birthday gift for my friend @writingmysanity. My first and likely only time writing for Viktor, as I'm mostly a Silco girlie. Many thanks to @deny-the-issue for beta-reading!

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Pining, Acceptance

AO3 Link Divider by firefly-graphics

There were three times you had to say goodbye to Viktor, each time hurting more than the one before. Even with this pain, the joyous memory of your hello upon reuniting could never be tainted.

The first time you met him, you were both small children. He always sat on the sidelines, observing everything that happened around him rather than participating with the other children. It confused you at first until you gathered the courage to talk to him one day and discovered the truth. He almost seemed unbothered by the fact that he was viewed as different, telling you that he had accepted it long ago and since there was nothing he could do to change it, he chose to go along with the cards dealt to him by fate.

That mindset stood out to you and you decided on that day that you would forever cherish him as a friend, even if no one else would. The two of you spent many days together, Viktor explaining new things he had discovered in his observations of the world and you listening intently. Even when things kept you apart for longer periods of time, each time you found each other again, it was almost as if no time had passed at all. 

As you got older, you felt yourself drawn to the company of others more often. This unfortunately took you away from your time with Viktor. Even though he insisted that he didn’t mind, you could see a glimmer of pain hidden behind his eyes that you knew was not caused by any physical pain. It touched you deep in your heart, and you vowed to yourself that you would make an effort to carve out time for him. However, there came a time when it wasn’t you that no longer had time for your friendship.

During one of the last times you saw him as a child, Viktor ranted for a long time about the brilliant scientist he had met and the wonderful things he was learning. You were glad that he had something to occupy his time and the light that was shining in his eyes was worth the lack of quality time spent together.

The longer you went without seeing him, however, the stronger the pain in your heart. It had been nice to have him to yourself, even if that chain of thought seemed selfish. Thinking as a small child, you grew to resent him for having something that seemed ‘better’ than your company in his life. After enough time, you stopped making an effort. You no longer showed up at your regular meeting places. You no longer sought him out in the faces you came across. He had moved on without you and you decided to let him.

It was many years before you saw Viktor again. You had both grown and changed, but you knew him the moment you saw him. The spark of recognition in his eyes followed by the soft smile he gave you made your heart twinge with regret over how things had pulled you apart before. He seemed truly happy to see you.

He told you of how things had ended on a bad note with the scientist he had been associating with, but his love for science had not dwindled. He had been studying on his own, learning new things every day. The passion behind the way he talked about things and the eagerness to share it with you made you feel like you could feel the way you had as a child, as if the time apart had never happened. As if nothing had changed.

Things had changed, however. You were both blooming into different people, with different desires. Viktor wanted to continue his studies and move onto better things. You wanted to build a life together. In the time since you had reunited, you had learned to love him in a different way than you had as a child. While you hoped the feeling was mutual, you didn’t have the courage to pursue it. Every time he mentioned his plans to get away from this life and go Topside, you felt that selfish feeling creep into your heart once again. You didn’t want to share him.

The day Viktor got his acceptance to go to school topside, you tried your very best to be happy for him. You still hadn’t told him about your feelings, and now it seemed like you would never get the chance. Putting on a brave face, you congratulated him and helped him get ready to depart. The selfishness in your heart was overpowered by the love you had for him, wanting him to get what he wanted and to live a better life. If it had to be without you, so be it. You were ready to let him go again.

He bid you goodbye at the Undercity side of the bridge, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek before slowly making his way to the other side. You watched from a distance as he disappeared, onto better things and a brighter future. Even though you had resolved to let him go, it still hurt much more than the last time he left your life. You hoped you would see him again, even if it came with the possibility of repeating that loss.

Too many years passed before you saw Viktor again. You had seen too much pain and suffering in that time and had decided to go through life alone. No lover, no friends, no family. Every day that passed, you remembered Viktor. His smile when he would discover something new, the way his eyes lit up when he shared it with you, or how his accent somehow got stronger the more excited he got about the knowledge he possessed. 

One day while musing over your memories of him, you caught a glimpse of someone hobbling down the street at a slow pace. While it wasn’t unusual for people to walk with a cane in the Undercity, something struck you as familiar when it came to this person. As they got closer, you realized who it was that was walking toward you. It was Viktor. 

You weren’t prepared for the swell of emotion that washed over you, both love and grief mixing together. You moved in the direction of the figure, calling out his name. He flinched away at first but once he realized who you were, he relaxed. Once you were able to see him up close, you felt a very different emotion build inside you, sadness.

Viktor looked unwell. The light had disappeared from his eyes, his face was haggard and thin, and something about him seemed unsteady. You had never seen Viktor as weak, admiring his perseverance in the face of what life had thrown at him. But, you could not call to mind any other word to describe his current state of being. Despite living Topside for so many years, it seemed he could not fully escape the effects of life in the Undercity.

You tried to ask how things were, questioning why he was down here instead of up at his fancy school. He dodged your questions, saying that he was on a mission and didn’t have time to talk. The pain must have shown in your expression, as he halted mid-sentence and gave you a half-hearted smile. He promised that once he had the resources and was feeling better, he would do everything he could to see you again. You simply nodded and pushed down the flicker of hope that ignited in your heart, trying to extinguish it before it grew into something that would only burn you.

Once again you watched him walk away, heading in the direction of where you knew that scientist he used to work with lived. While you hadn’t interacted with the man yourself, you had only heard bad things about him. Concern built within you, but you shook your head and walked away. Viktor knew what he was doing, he was smart. It wasn’t really any concern of yours anyways.

Despite your resolution to leave him to his own fate, you still found yourself camped out near the bridge. You wanted to be there when he crossed back over, wanted to make sure you got that last goodbye. There was some upheaval in regards to the bridge, access being closed and not allowing people to cross over, but you paid it no attention. Viktor was your only concern.

Eventually, you saw him approaching. He seemed in slightly better spirits, as if he had found something that would help his current state. Knowing what went on in the darker parts of the Undercity, you had a feeling that his solution couldn’t stem from anything good. However, the previous sentiment echoed in your mind. 

Viktor knew what he was doing.

You waved him down when he got close to you, calling out his name. He stopped at your side, leaning against the wall beside you. Not wanting to broach the subject of having to say goodbye again, you gestured to the chaos behind you on the bridge. Viktor seemed unconcerned, saying he would have no trouble getting across. Quickly, the subject was dismissed and you were left to sit in silence. 

Repeating his previous statement of not having time to talk and having important things to do, Viktor pushed off the wall to leave your side. He wobbled slightly, unsteady in his weakened state but quickly righted himself. Repeating his promise to see you again in the future, he reached out and lightly touched your hand.

You felt the words bubbling up inside you, a mixture of things you wanted to say but never could. Asking him not to leave, telling him of your feelings, pleading with him to take you with him. All you allowed to pass, however, was a goodbye. You waved at him as he turned and walked into the waiting crowd gathered on the bridge. 

You didn’t wait to watch him disappear like you had before, this hurt bad enough. If you had to look at him for much longer, you would have to fight the urge to go after him. You wouldn’t be able to fight that selfish feeling again. 

Deep in your heart, you knew there wouldn’t be another hello associated with a reunion. Even if he found a way to help with what ailed him, he was far too busy for the likes of you. Part of you wished that you had never reunited after the first goodbye, that you had never learned to love him again. He would just have been a distant childhood memory, not a constant source of pain.

You thought back to that little boy, sitting alone by the water, and wondered if Viktor himself ever thought about that time. About the person that came to sit at his side when he was thinking, listening to every word he said as if they were precious life-saving tidbits. You figured you would never know and decided that you had to be okay with that. 

No more hellos meant no more goodbyes. Three was more than enough.

A/N: Give this a like, comment, and reblog and let me know what you think!

[awriterinthenight]

Reader with Fluttershy's personality x Leo Valdez? Crazy crashouts included.

Just thought would be silly to see Reader be all quiet until someone being annoying pisses them off just enough to start yelling... And Leo's reaction, heh...

(maybe with reader being a child of Demeter but that's up to you🫶)

Fluttershy-Leo Valdez

requests: open

words: 1366

warnings: fighting, kissing

summary: You have the personality of Fluttershy, including the crashouts

a/n its been for fucking ever since I've seen My Little Pony

Everyone knew you were quiet and shy at camp. You talked to people, but your voice was always soft and quiet to the point if someone was making any noise you could barely be heard. You were just a shy person, it was how you had always been, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Many people did enjoy being friends with you though. They found you incredibly sweet and kind and also funny when you did speak. You spent most of your time in the woods since you were a child of Demeter, so sometimes people would go looking for you to ask for help with plant matters or just to talk since they always knew you would listen.

One day while you were walking the woods as usual, growing plants that needed help, and talking to the trees, you stumbled upon something. It was a huge bunker hidden in the forest. People knew of Leo Valdez' bunker, but most never found it since he kept it a secret. It was his place, so you didn't want to intrude, instead walking away, but a voice stopped you.

"Hello?" it called out, stopping you in your tracks.

You paused before turning around to face the person who turned out to be Leo Valdez himself, "H-hi," you whispered, barely audible.

Leo paused looking at you as his gaze softened, "What are you doing this far out?" he asked curiously.

"Just taking a walk," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, "I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll get going," you started walking away when he called out again.

"Wait," he said, running towards you, "Do you want to see the bunker?"

You paused thinking about it. Of course you were curious as to what it was like inside, but you weren't sure if you wanted to. In the end something in you decided to take a chance and nod for him to show you around.

He smiled, grabbing your arm as he took you towards the bunker. He showed you the various blueprints he found when he first discovered it, the things he had built that worked, and the ones that didn't. He then showed you what he was currently working on at the moment. You enjoyed as he showed you all the stuff he was proud of, watching as he lit up when you would ask a question.

You hadn't realized how much time you had spent in the bunker until you heard the dinner horn. You walked to dinner together as Leo continued to talk until you split up to go to your separate tables.

The next day you took another walk and came back to the bunker. Leo once again let you in, showing you the progress he had made. He continued to talk about his latest works as you found yourself visiting everyday since then. Every morning you would eat breakfast, then head down to the bunker with Leo, then eat lunch with him as he continued to work and talk, then walk to dinner with him. That became the daily routine.

Leo knew you were shy and weren't anywhere near as loud or talkative as him, so he spoke most of the time which you didn't mind one bit. He'd gotten used to you not talking and just watching most of the time. He'd gotten so used to it the first time he heard you be loud and talk a lot surprised him.

You were at the campfire with some of yours and Leo's friends enjoying the night. Your friends were gossiping, which they usually did, but recently a new girl who never had anything nice to say had joined your group, and would not stop talking bad about others which bothered you. You always believed in the principle 'if you have nothing nice to say don't say it' but clearly this girl had never heard of that.

She was halfway through a rant about some girl who she said looked like she got dressed in the dark and clearly wasn't blessed by Aphrodite like she was, when you snapped at her.

"Do you ever stop running that big fat mouth of yours."

Everyone suddenly went silent, shocked by what was said, but even more shocked it was you who said it. Your friends looked surprised, but thankful that somebody finally shut her up. Piper was impressed with you and Leo was questioning how much an engagement ring was currently.

"Excuse me?" she said, making a face when she looked at you.

"I'm sorry did what I just say fly through the empty air in your head," you snapped back, tired with how she was talking about people.

She scoffed at you, "Who do you think you are talking to me like that?"

"I'm the person that's going to shut you up if you don't do it yourself first."

"What are you mad that I'm telling the truth," she retorted, looking so proud of herself.

"If what you said was about you then I'd believe it was true," you quickly snapped back, watching her get angrier.

Now she looked away more agitated than before, "You bitch," she shouted as she tried lunging at you.

Luckily for you, you were quicker, using the ground to grow vines to pull her down, "Sorry what was that. I couldn't hear you from down there," you said as she hit the ground, leaning over her as if trying to hear her better.

She swiftly got up though, but this time instead of her lunging towards you, you moved towards her first, but your friends managed to grab you. Leo was the first to grab you, pulling you by your waist as Piper caught your arm, and you other friends stepped between the two of you. You struggled to be let go of, but with everyone holding onto you you couldn't move free.

Eventually you heard Leo say for everyone else to let go of you once you were farther away and calmer. You still didn't fully process what was happening, just that everyone else was walking away, but Leo was still there holding onto you.

"Do you want to head to the bunker?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

You just nodded, starting to walk in the direction of the bunker as Leo caught up with you. The walk was silent. You didn't have anything to say and apparently Leo had even less. Once you got inside the bunker though Leo spoke first.

"That was uh," he started, but then you cut him off.

"Dumb, stupid, immature," you listed staring at the floor as you listed more words.

"Hot," Leo said, interrupting you.

You felt your face go hot as you looked up at him trying to avoid his gaze," W-what?" you stuttered out, feeling flustered.

"I just mean, I've never seen you like that," he said, stepping closer to you, "I was shocked at first, but then impressed. I think that was the greatest thing I've ever seen in all my years of living."

You didn't know what to say as you looked back at the ground, "Stop, you don't have to say that," you mumbled, as he got closer to you.

"But it's true," he defended, now directly in front of you, "I think you looked really pretty just then. I mean you always do, but it was different. I thought a goddess was in my presence."

You bit your lip trying not to let the smile you were forcing to stay off your face appear, but failed, "You mean that?" you questioned, looking back up at him.

He nodded, "Every word," he muttered, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You inched closer to each other until your lips met. The kiss was soft and light and gentle and everything you imagined it would be. Leo moved his hand to rest on your waist pulling you closer to him. You didn't know what to do so you just wrapped your arms around his neck.

Once you finally broke away for air Leo spoke first, "I've been wanting to do that for awhile."

"Me too," you said softly, looking up at him.

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[jesslovesboats]

Hello! I'm currently reading Empire of Ice and Stone but was wondering if you had any other book recommendations for the Karluk? Or honestly your favorite books or documentaries about any ships? Thank you so much!

HELLO BELOVED! I'm so glad you're reading about my terrible sons on the Karluk. My two favorite books on the subject are Empire, which you're reading, and The Ice Master by Jennifer Niven. They are both great overviews of the expedition as a whole. I also recommend The Last Voyage of the Karluk by William Laird McKinlay and The Karluk's Last Voyage by Captain Bob Bartlett. They're first hand narratives, so they lack the broad scope of a more general history, but they're both excellent. If you're interested in something shorter, Fred Maurer wrote a series of articles about his experiences for World Magazine, and I can hook you up if you'd like to read them. I do not recommend Vilhjalmur Stefansson's book The Friendly Arctic unless you're looking for something large and heavy to throw against the wall in the hope of making a big hole. He's the absolute worst.

There are some Karluk documentaries out there, and my favorite that is currently available on YouTube can be found here and here! I also have the rescue footage and can hook you up with that as well 😊

Aside from Karluk, I have 2 other favorite ships/expeditions. First up is the British Antarctic Expedition/Terra Nova. There are a lot of incredible books and movies about and inspired by this expedition (including my friend Sarah's, which you should buy and read immediately!), but we would be here all day if I listed them all. To keep things simple, I'll recommend A First Rate Tragedy by Diana Preston as a great starting point. Also, you can watch Herbert Ponting's film The Great White Silence, featuring actual footage of the expedition, free on YouTube!

My other favorite expedition is the Ross Sea Party, which traveled on the Aurora to provide support for the Endurance crew as they attempted to cross the Antarctic continent. Things did not go as planned, and it's an incredibly tragic story (and also why I get pissy when people say that Shackleton never lost a man, but that's a rant for another day!)

The definitive book on the RSP is The Lost Men by Kelly Tyler-Lewis. I am not aware of any great documentaries about them, but I can tell you that if you want to see rescue footage of them, you should check out the bluray of the film South, which features Frank Hurley's footage of the Endurance. Hidden in the bonus features, deep in a sea of menus, you'll find nine minutes of never before seen footage, with a voiceover by Kelly Tyler-Lewis. South is 100% worth your time, but if you're only interested in the RSP footage, I can hook you up with that as well.

I hope this answers your question! Please let me know if you're interested in any resources, or if I can help with anything else. Thank you for a very fun ask, I've had a pretty rough go of it this week and I've been looking forward to coming home and answering this all day! ❤️

[promisingthings]

what mitski songs do you associate most with abigail hobbs? :3

oh do not get me STARTED on this.. also omg i got an ASK hello?????? THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME RANDOM THINGS LIKE THIS :-)

im gonna go by album and get ready for an absolute RANT 😎 with explanations ^_^

the first one that came to my mind from lush was abbey. (might be projecting a bit... idk!!!!) BUT the way i see abigail, she's almost found herself comfortable with depravity. she's hungry and waiting, she knows she's something but there's almost an uncertainty in specifics. i also want to draw attention to the lyric, "There is a dream and it sleeps in me Keeps me awake in the night // Crying, "Set me free" // And I wake every night // Crying, "Set me free" canonically, we've seen at least.. one? abigail nightmare and then we also knows she's keeps a lot of her traumas and secrets hidden from everyone but hannibal. with nicholas boyle, she "sets" that trauma "free" when she digs up the body after describing a nightmare about his butchered body.. and i think this is also evident in the nightmare she has about the girls garrett jacob hobbs killed. alana says she's repressing something. this is what she's repressing. the next line in this lyric is referring to the speaker, she's now crying to be set free. and i think that could almost match the relationship abigail has with her father figures ? each of them are a different type of prison for her. a different person she needs to be, different expectations to meet to survive. and this might be a bit of an inference, but all of us would want to escape that, wouldn't we? i think lush is one of the least abigail hobbs albums in mitski's discography, simply because a lot of it centers around sexual relations, which we don't see abigail in that light in the show and i'm not going to talk about her that way because she is a 19 year old girl who's only male relationships we see in the show are father figures :-)

the three songs that stick out the most to me in rfsncib are "goodbye, my danish sweetheart" and "square". none of these are incredibly exact (specifically square) BUT lyrically they can be related to abigail hobbs and i like making EVERYTHING about my favorite characters.

the first lyric that sticks out to me in "goodbye, my danish sweetheart" is "Would you spare me your voice if I call?" abigail lives for other people. specifically the recognition other people give her. (no matter how extremely manipulative that recognition is ... cough... hannibal... cough cough).

the next part may be a bit of a stretch but really all of this is, so please be prepared!

"So, I don't blame you // If you want to bury me in your memory // I'm not the girl I ought to be" my first thoughts when i think about "so i dont blame you" is how easily she allowed hannibal to kill her. she walked into his arms and grabbed his hands with such acceptance. part of this was probably a belief she knew it was destined to be this way. she knew she was going to die by her father's hands, but "I'm not the girl I ought to be" could also be applied to this situation. she knows that the girl she is can only be shaped to hannibal (or anyone's) whims so much. and the girl she ought to be was one who could still be of use alive. MIGHT BE A STRETCH. idk!

"There's some kind of burning inside me // and it's kept me from falling apart // and I'm sure that you've seen what it's done to my heart" i think this burning could be her need to survive. it's kept her alive this long but her survival mechanisms have literally destroyed and traumatized her

and the last thing in "goodbye, my danish sweetheart" i want to discuss is the line "Could you tell me what I'm meant to do?" when she's living with hannibal, she relies on his guidance. in the hunting scene with garrett jacob hobbs, she followed his direction and did nothing else. she finds her purpose in others.

square specifically reminds me of abigail and hannibal. "I tried my hardest, for I'd never learned // God's very simple and love shouldn't burn // And I would've offered you all that you yearned for" she never learned a love that never hurt, leading to her offering to hannibal all he yearned for, mischa. also the heavy mentions of snow just remind me so much of hannibal because of his trauma with winter and then the line "Never once did you know me" because hannibal DIDNT know abigail. he found use in her. ajkfdlsjalfdjaslfhoasldf #Them....

"i dont smoke" reminds me painfully of abigail because she allows so much bad behavior and harshness and manipulation purely because that's all she knows and i know this post is getting REALLY long so i'm gonna try to cut down on how much i talk lol 😭 crack baby reminds me greatly of abigail.. it's probably like.. top on this list in relatability? crack babies are obviously those who were exposed to cocaine in the womb.. and i think that just.. relates so heavily to abigail. she was exposed to SOOOOOOO much and fjaldfjasljfklsajflsdjafklsf and just the whole song gives off sooooo abigail

im getting really tired so some honorable mentions that hopefully don't require tons of explanation are the deal and when memories snow... i know i listed half of her discography and probably cornplated abigail's entire plot but WHATEVER sorry for talking so much eveline OUT

[lotuzies]

One thing you actually wanted to share and hoped someone would ask just the right question so you could say it, but didn’t find that right question for

that's such a good question hello? thank you !!!?!!?

hmm, there are so many little specific details about each reality that i could definitely rant about for hours. i think, maybe, where i live in my vampire reality. no i don't ever shut up about this reality i'm sorry

a quick rundown though, to whoever is willing to read...

the town is called virethia, a secret vampire society, it's accessible to outsiders through hidden passages found at old museums, theaters, libraries, etc in the human realm. virethia is divided into three lands, each of them ruled by of the three houses

valora — founder land of virethia, city of innovation, culture and commerce. ruled by house sanguis. this is, also, where yours truly lives :)

elysium — land of beauty and art, elymian vampires value every form of art, painting, sculpting, writing, all of it. it's ruled by house caelus.

noctis — land of the dark magic and necromantic powers, it's rather a scary place but it's fundamental in virethia, their magic seals make our society work in harmony. ruled by house mortis.

aster — a little extra, it's the centre of the city, governed by the council of elders, a.k.a. the rulers of each house, so it doesn't really belong to any specific house.

anyways, there's muuuuch more, like the education system, economy, our festivals, missions, but that's too lengthy for an ask post. maybe someday i'll have the time to make a post fully about virethia

[desyeuxoflilith]

Take my Hand's Wands

Hi, hello, I'm lady_angst, author of Underneath a Sea of Stars and the Take My Hand (Take My Whole World, Too) series. In this post I wanted to rant a little about the symbolism behind the wands Hermione and Bellatrix were offered in chapter 5 of Never Forget What You Are, the first entry of TMH which corresponds to the Philosopher's Stone, as there is more to them than meets the eye. Enjoy!

Hermione's wands:

1st: Sycamore wood & unicorn hair. According to the wandlore found on the HP wiki, sycamore made a questioning wand eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. Thus, the sycamore's ideal owner was curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrated a capacity to learn and adapt that earned it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods.

Ollivander offered Hermione this wand after realising she had a curious, inquisitive mind. The wand failed to form a bond with her because of how adventurous it was, which Hermione ultimately is not.

2nd: Hazel & phoenix feather. Again, according to the wandlore, hazel wands were sensitive and often reflected their owners emotional state. They worked best for a master who understood and could manage their own feelings.

Ollivander offered Hermione this wand in case she was emotionally intelligent as well since he heard her apologise to Bella and ask her if she was truly okay with letting her try the wands out first. The wand failed to form a bond with her because, as we all know, Hermione is very temperamental and overbearing, and often gets lost in her own feelings and pride (especially Book!Hermione).

3rd: Vine & dragon heartstring: Vine wands were among the less common types; they seemed strongly attracted by personalities with hidden depths, and their ideal owners were nearly always those witches or wizards who sought a greater purpose, who had a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astounded those who thought they knew them best. 

Hermione's canonical wand! It suits her beautifully, as there is more to Hermione than meets the eye. She's more than just a bushy-haired, know-it-all Muggle-born. She seeks a greater purpose: rising above others' expectations of her, fighting for what's right, keeping her friends and loved ones alive. And she has a vision beyond the ordinary: seeing Bella for who and what she truly is (after messing up big time every once in a while, but hey, we all love us some drama).

Bellatrix's wands:

1st: Walnut & dragon heartstring. Walnut wands were often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this was a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Once subjugated, perform any task its owner desired, provided that the user was of sufficient brilliance.

Bellatrix's canonical wand! Ollivander offers it to her after analysing her: "Left-handed... Creative... Clearly intelligent... There's something else, though... Something to those eyes..." He sees her intelligence and the sharpness (and perhaps the darkness) that dwells within her, so he offers her her canonical wand. However, it doesn't form a bond with her despite sharing a connection because this Bellatrix and the canonical one are not entirely the same—her upbringing was radically different, which affects her personality and way of viewing the world.

2nd: Cedar & dragon heartstring. The cedar wand found its perfect home where there were perspicacity and perception. Garrick Ollivander believed that whenever he met one who carried a cedar wand, he found strength of character and unusual loyalty. The witch or wizard who was well-matched with cedar carried the potential to be a frightening adversary, especially if harm was done to those they were fond of, which often came as a shock to those who had thoughtlessly challenged them.

Originally, this was going to be her wand. It suits her (and her canon self) just fine. Perceptive, strong of character, and unusually loyal? A frightening adversary, all the more so when those she's fond of are in danger? Now that's just Bellatrix 100%. But! I decided against it in favour of the one she gets in the end.

Moreover, Ollivander offered this wand to her because it follows the "clearly intelligent, but perhaps a bit jagged" assessment he made of her at first.

3rd: Dogwood & unicorn hair. Dogwood wands were quirky and mischievous; they had playful natures and insisted upon partners who could provide them with scope for excitement and fun. It would be quite wrong, however, to deduce from this that dogwood wands were not capable of serious magic when called upon to do so; they had been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions, and when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, could produce dazzling enchantments.

Again, this wand follows the "clearly intelligent" assessment, only without the jagged bit. This wand suits her, too, since Bellatrix grows out of her shell throughout PS-PoA until she becomes self-assured and rather playful in GoF-OotP. It also goes on beautifully well with her Patronus in this story. That said, it'll take her years to get to that point, and even then she'll have a fair bit of trauma and life lessons weighing her down, which skews that playful nature and prevents a bond from forming.

4th: Blackthorn & dragon heartstring. Blackthorn wands, which was a very unusual wand wood, had the reputation, in Garrick Ollivander's well-merited opinion, of being best suited to a warrior. These wands appeared to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand would become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish.

In Ollivander's own words: “How about a wand best suited to a warrior for a young witch with a warrior’s name?”. He wanted to see if perhaps the "jagged" bit was more important than the "clearly intelligent" one with this wand. It also suits her beautifully, and it comes close to the Bellatrix we see in canon, but Bellatrix is more than this, she is more than just a warrior, as we will learn through the series.

5th, 6th, 7th...14th: Unknown.

15th: Walnut & dragon heartstring. Identical to the first in components, length and flexibility, but radically different in shape and demeanour. The main differences between the original one and this one are: the date of creation (mirroring Bellatrix's own conception) and the state of the wood (mirroring Bellatrix's own personality and morality). The walnut tree from which Ollivander got the wood for these wands turned out to be rotten. It is up to interpretation whether the first wand was affected by the rot or not. The same goes for the second one, even if Ollivander claims that he managed to salvage some of the wood that was untouched by it.

This ends up being Bellatrix's wand in this series; one that is so similar yet so different to the original where it matters. Like Bellatrix herself. The foundation is the same, but the end result? That's yet to be seen. Here is a reference of the original one vs the tmh one:

(I'll be honest with you, though. I just wanted to give Bellatrix a normal-esque wand so that she doesn't get arthritis from holding her canonical one. Yes, I know that UaSoS's Bella has her canonical one, but she'll put its claw-like shape to good use at one point, shhh.)

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[kal-sharok]

Hi!! If you’re willing to talk about it/up for it I’d love to hear more about the slavophobia BioWare has in relation to their dwarves. No pressure at all of course bc I’m sure it’s taxing, I’ve just not seen this before and would love a resource to reblog about it if that’s okay. Thank you love your blog ❤️

hello! im actually glad you asked, i'll try to be as coherent as possible 😅 and no u i love yr blog!!

i'd like to preface by saying i don't think bioware invented anti-slavic sentiment in games or in general and isn't the only company, game or otherwise, perpetuating it. it's found all over the western world, most notably in western europe (where we're still regarded as 2nd class citizens, pairs really well with imperialism towards people outside of europe imo), but it also gained a significant boost thanks to the red scare in usa in particular (and continues to thrive thanks to the absolute chokehold mediocre american media keeps everything else in the world in).

im also no social sciences expert, but i do have first-hand experience on the short end of the stick and a couple of books in my have read list so let's say im qualified to rant on 🤭 it turned out quite lengthy so i've hidden it under the cut below!

when it comes to bioware, the first hurdle is already at their utterly haphazard character naming policy. there's a considerable number of dwarves who bear names that range from mockingly slavic-esque to full-blooded backwater serbian, now in yr local fantasy rpg! examples:

gorim saelac. while i do appreciate they tried to give a dwarf a mountain-y name (gora is basically any kind of steep pile of rocks with trees and dew and wildlife over it), "gorim" is how you would say "i am burning" in multiple slavic languages. this is one of the rare ones that are not hurtful and are hilarious instead (and tbh naming him goran, which is what i assumed they were going for, would probably be more ridiculous in the long run. for example i still can't take jowan seriously despite my love for the mage origin bc someone really yassified jovan and thought nobody would notice. wrong!)

lucjan and myaja. these two (along with maybe wojech "we couldn't spell wojciech" ivo) are the classic example of non-slavs butchering the hell out of slavic names bc it suits them better, which is also something commonly experienced by all non-western cultures and communities and a worldwide sign of disrespect. the in-game pronunciation during the provings gave me a physical rash. "myaja" in particular is still in my top 5 wtf moments in origins bc 1) what kind of stroke induced spelling is that 2) it reminds me of kids speaking dialect A mocking kids' dialects B by adding y sounds (which is what set the dialects apart in the first place) at unnatural spots and 3) maja /ma-ya/ would've sufficed perfectly for ethnic coding if that was the sole purpose of her character. do better! sure it was 2009 but from the little i happen to know about the world beyond the atlantic, you're just bound to run into someone of slavic descent in alberta (maybe not exactly polish but anyone would give you a closer phonetics match than... this). it's kind of amusing how 3 of bioware's founders have very slavic surnames and this keeps happening.

bogdan vasca. we don't know anything about him apart from the fact bianca davri was forced into a marriage with him and that his very dwarven parents considered him to be 'a gift from the god' (which is what his name means. theodore would be an equivalent) when naming him. the same clan of dwarves that preserved castes topside (which is why the marriage was arranged) and thus are likely to either believe in the stone (that they do not worship as a god) or nothing, certainly not a very human god with a very human, quite possibly mage (a completely alien concept from common dwarven pov) prophetess and a very human doctrine of considering anyone not human as lesser. the jokes are writing themselves at this point.

all of this naming business falls more into petty territory rather than being outright offensive, but it does bring us to the more serious manifestation — typecasting. the western media simply cannot fathom slavic people in roles that are not violent, volatile (i.e. berserkers, though there are other influences in there), constantly infighting and better off killing e/o (i.e. the diamond quarter, the merchants' guild, the carta) and relating back to thievery, addictive abusable substances and trafficking (i.e. the carta, but also official channels of lyrium supply from orzammar to the rest of thedas). as a slavic woman, it was exceptionally painful to see bioware join virtually everyone else in depicting us as women whose major purpose seems to be to engage in prostitution and surrogacy lite (i.e. noble hunters, most evident in beraht's grooming of rica brosca into the role of one). while these practices are tied to societies of woman-hating — and orzammar, if not all of thedas very much is one — i just take incredible offence in someone naming them integral (dwarven birth rates and the blight anyone?? i hated every moment of that) for a society that's previously been coded with people like myself in mind. of course im going to relate to how someone who looks like me is treated, that's the very purpose of casting. doesn't help bioware's cause that the bulk of npc's with slavic names tend to be lower-caste or castless - with exceptions such as some minor noble houses (houses ivo and harrowmont, possibly meino too) and branka (who's again smith-born and a whole villain).

by only allowing us to fulfill such roles, we are effectively barred from actually engaging storytelling to spend our eternity on the writers' back-burner. hell, even the witcher has been sanitized for the western eye (despite literally being made in poland) and i am yet to find a piece of modern media that doesn't reduce baba yaga to a quirky chicken-legged aesthetic (while also forgetting she's specific to the eastern slavic people). not to mention that if tevinter and par vollen are truly inspired by byzantine and the ottoman empire respectively, guess which mfs were both their vasals. now guess who built the deep roads and guess what tevene mages need to fuel their magic. if dwarves have already been declared the slavs of thedas, let's at least give them/us some space to be such.

[mod-kyoko]

Hello! Id like to make another request! So this one is not exactly nsfw in the general sense, but does involve link, although it does seem thats alright on this blog

Would it be possible to make hcs or a story (both are completely alright) with the scenario where gender-neutral reader meets Gundham Tanaka, and it starts off with fearplay vibes before becoming fluff later? (Reader starts off intimidated/scared of Gundham, but warms up to him)

Thank you a lot for reading and potentially considering this! Its alright if youd prefer nto to write it of course too!

gundham tanaka w/ reader that's scared of him (then warms up to him)

info: gn!reader, kinda nsfw?, fearplay kink, reader is DOWN BAD

type: hc format, in neo world program

a/n: I had no idea what to even call this ask lmfao, I love this funky nerdy DND soundin' ass mfker

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waking up on this strange island, meeting the oddball of characters made you stand out if anything

still you made introductions around the island, everyone seemed like fun people... even hiyoko and fuyuhiko weren't as scary as they should be. but that might just be because they were short..

you last stop was the... ranch? why was there a ranch on an island?

ignoring the strange logic you noticed a boy you hadn't met before

...

he looked like dracula's son

now, you weren't one to judge another by the cover, even with nekomaru large size and ibuki's punky attire you didn't judge base off looks

but with him... you felt nervous to even approach him, his mere aura made a tight cramp form in your stomach and you face felt hot

was that a scar over his eye?!

and his arm is bandaged... was he a dangerous person?

you approached him cautiously, he seemed to be in thought and didn't notice you until you spoke up

"h-hi... I'm-"

"fuhahaha! do you wish to know my name?"

"uhm.. I didn't say-"

"very well, you may be graced by the Lord of Ice himself; listen well for I am GUNDHAM TANAKA! supreme overlord of ice and destroyer of worlds! cower in fear at my power!"

you were doing just that

even though it sounded ridiculous to hear it from a human being's mouth, somehow you felt like he was really a 'destroyer of worlds' from how he presented himself

you stood there with wide eyes, you had to admit that you were actually afraid of him... more so than the other students on this island

he chuckled and crossed his arms, leering at you

"well, mortal? are you truly speechless at the supreme form of the dark lord? my all-seeing eyes see your shaking form!"

indeed, you were shaking in your shoes and you tried to hide it by saying that it was just cold although he went on a rant that his title of 'lord as ice' gives such an aura

whilst he was rambling, your eyes looked him over

he seemed pretty fit and your eyes admittedly stare at his chest, your face couldn't help but heat up

this was weird... you were scared and intimidated by him, yet you found his appearance and demeanour very attractive

supreme overlord of ice... you wondered if you could be his loyal minion and to follow his every beck and call

whilst staring, you noticed his scarf was moving around and your gasp got his attention

"kehehehe...how lucky of a mortal you are that my four dark devas of destruction are not hungry, for as they are violent as they look..."

he pulled at his scarf and... four little hamsters scurried around him

gundham told you their names, adding dramatic flair to each one of them

however, you were mainly focused on how cute they were! you couldn't help but pet one of them much to gundham's surprise

"they are so... terrifyingly cute!"

gundham began to blush and hide part of his face into his scarf

"hm... it seems you have an affinity with even my dark devas... they would not usually allow mortals to touch them. perhaps you have a hidden dark power not even yourself know."

you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but it intrigued you regardless, still petting his little hamsters

that was when you were made aware of his talent as an ultimate 'breeder'... so he works with animals? huh...

maybe you were quick to judge his character, even if he is still kind of... scary, he must have a heart of gold to love animals this much

you walked back with gundham to the hotel whilst he went on and on about demons and... deities, something like that. you just stared at him for the rest of the way

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-Mod Kirumi