#i despise rewriting with my entire heart

[courfee]

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thank you for the tag @sommerregenjuniluft mwah

i've decided to rewrite the entire fic meaning i am once again writing on chapter one, so here is a snippet from where im at currently :'))

“Good morning, Reggie,” he greets cheerfully while his heart starts beating quicker. “You’ve already said that,” comes the dry reply. “Incorrect,” James corrects, “I’ve texted it. That’s different.” A beat of silence. Then, “Anyway.” “Shoot,” James prompts, suddenly a lot more sober. Regulus clears his throat and even through the distortion of the speaker James can hear the awkwardness. They’re so not used to talking to each other, even less so on the phone. “You should clear this up, James. I’d rather not they assume we’re dating.” There is that odd thing again that James’ heart does, a little stumble, a missed beat. Only this time it comes along with a little stab right through its centre. “Oh– Yeah, sure,” he hurries to say. “Understandable. I already tried telling Marls what’s going on yesterday but I was a little too out of it to make much sense I think...” A groan from the other side of the line. “Fucking fantastic. So that’s why she was there when I came out of the bathroom and did what I can only describe as gleeful cackling? She didn’t want to elaborate on that, but if she saw you right before me that explains an unfortunate amount of things.”

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[kyracooneyx23]

odio amarte

Alexia Putellas x Lionesses!reader

summary: All of your Barca teammates think you and Alexia need to get together, but the two of you are 'enemies'.

(i do not speak much Spanish, so if some of my translations are wrong I apologise!)

a/n: not proof read or edited and very short

'What is wrong with you Alexia!' You exclaim when the Spanish girl spills her cup of coffee all over the table, the brown liquid smudging your notes that you had been working on forever.

She looks up to you and sends you a dirty glare. 'It's not my fault that you've taken up the whole table with your stupid homework meaning I had no where to put my cup.' She snaps back gesturing to the mess you had created everywhere.

'You could've just asked me to move some stuff.' You tell her sighing as you try to make out the messed up words. 'Or do I scare you to much?' You tease a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

'¿alguna vez te callaste?' (do you ever shut up?) she mutters walking away into the kitchen leaving you alone to try and clean up her mess.

No one really knew why you and Alexia despised each other so much, some of the fans thought it was because Alexia was scared that you would replace her on the team and others would make up crazy rumours that were definitely untrue.

You're teammates didn't have a clue and to be fair neither did you. You hated Alexia because she had always been mean to you, and you had no idea why. If you were entirely honest you didn't really hate the girl, you often found yourself enjoying the attention she gave to you whenever you two were arguing.

After a while of rewriting your notes you placed them all in a neat pile and stood up stretching your back. You're teammates had left to go to the shops about an hour ago, leaving you and Alexia home alone together. They were meant to be back soon but you still had some time to kill and decided to do one of your favourite things.

Annoying Alexia.

You wonder into the living room of your and Keira's shared apartment, sitting on the armchair next to the couch where Alexia was already sitting, her eyes glued to her phone.

The Spaniard hated it when you would bite your teeth, a nasty habit you often found yourself absentmindedly doing.

This time however, you purposely starting chewing on your nails. Pretending to stare out the window, when in reality you were staring at the blonde girl on your couch, a grin forming on your face when she noticed your actions and her jaw tensed.

Her mouth stayed shut though, not wanting to give you the reaction you clearly wanted.

Alexia had not known you for very long, but in the time you had been teammates at Barca your relationship had been rocky to say the least.

She was entirely to blame for your constant bickering, she was the one who hadn't even bothered being nice when you'd approached her on your first training session.

Alexia did feel bad for how rude she had been to you, but once she had began and you had retaliated she couldn't back down and seem like a coward in front of you.

That would be humiliating.

On your first day, Alexia was late, but you'd immediately caught her attention. You'd only been there for a few hours but you already seemed so comfortable talking with all the girls like you'd known them for ages.

You'd already had Alexia hooked and she didn't like that. She didn't like the way that her heart would race whenever you laughed or the way she'd look in the mirror to checked how she looked whenever you walked closer.

In all honesty she was scared of her feelings.

She felt like a stranger in her own body, completely foreign to all the feelings she was experiencing.

She'd never felt this way before for someone she'd only just met.

It didn't seem like it at all. But those feelings had stuck with her for almost a year and a half now.

She hid it behind every insult and eye roll. She'd blame it on her anger whenever her cheeks flushed red at something you did.

But the Spanish captain was still yet to react to your nail biting, which was unusual for her, and you're nails were beginning to bleed from biting them for too long.

Disappointed in the result, you decided not to back down just yet, starting to make clicking noises with your tongue knowing that it always drove Alexia crazy.

It only took a few seconds for her turn around and face you. 'I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work.' She snaps making you grin as your plan had worked.

'Are you sure about that?' You tease, making her roll her eyes and huff as you begin clicking your tongue even more.

'odio amarte!' (i hate that i love you) she groans hands flying up to her hair.

All of a sudden your clicking stops and your whole face burns bright red. You didn't know a lot of Spanish as you sucked at learning languages but you'd learnt quite a bit from just hanging out with the other girls.

You thought you hadn't heard her right. Surely she wouldn't say something like that right? You must've translated it all wrong.

Alexia had noticed the way you'd frozen up and how a light blush painted your cheeks.

'Alexia?' You questioned, voice weak and quiet not quite processing what she had just said. 'Why did you say that?'

Her eyes widened and all of a sudden the normally cool and composed Spanish captain felt sick. She was so used to muttering stuff in Spanish around you that she'd forgotten you actually did know a fair bit.

'Nothing.' She said but it didn't matter, you both knew exactly what she had said and now all insults were long gone, instead you sat in an awkward silence.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to take a big risk; 'Do you mean it?'

Alexia didn't know how to respond, she couldn't really say that no, but she also didn't want to confess the truth.

'I-I guess...' She stutters her cheeks permanently pink. 'I guess that I do.'

You were in shock for a while not knowing how to respond.

Alexia didn't know what to do either. She don't know what made her get up from her seat and do the one thing she never thought she'd do.

She kissed Y/N L/N...

'I keep finding new ways to stuff up don't I?' Alexia sighed when she pulled away from the kiss.

'No.' You say, putting your fingers up to her lip. 'You didn't.'

'I didn't what?' Alexia says shocked, looking at you with wide eyes. Not believing what you had just said.

'You didn't mess up.' You said sternly, placing your hand on her shoulders and looking at her in the eyes 'Not even a little bit.'

'You sure?' Alexia asks you, looking down and biting her lip in nervousness.

'I think I'm sure.' You say, a small and nervous smile on your face. 'As long as you don't regret doing it.'

'I don't' Alexia exclaimed a little too loudly causing you to move a little bit away from her due to the loudness of her voice.

'I'm sorry.' She said, laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of her head.

'Don't worry about it.' You smile a small laugh also escaping from your lips.

'No really I'm sorry.' Alexia says, her mood changing to much more serious 'I'm sorry for being a dickhead for the past year, I shouldn't have been that rude to you.'

'I mean, I was rude as well, you're not the only one at fault here.' You laugh lightly.

'No, you were only like that because I didn't give you a proper chance and I'm sorry.' She says, looking genuinely sad.

_______

Meanwhile, Keira, Lucy, Ingrid and Mapi were all walking home from the shops together. Mapi slower than the others as she had been forced to carry all the bags.

'I wonder how Y/n and Alexia are?' Keira wonders, everyone knowing how much you to argue. 'Probably wasn't the best idea to leave the two of them alone together.'

'y/n/n had uni work and Alexia said she'll stay and make sure she's alright.' Lucy states 'Half the time I can't tell if they're fighting or flirting, it's kind of funny. I wonder who'll make the first move.'

'Let's just hope they're not at each others throats again. I hate when they fight.' Ingrid sighs, taking a bag of Mapi after noticing her struggling.

'I agree, when they fight they're one step away from getting together. I don't think I can handle anymore of their longing stares at each other when they think no one is looking. The two of them cause most of my stress now.' Keira sighs, shaking her head.

The English midfielder sticks her key into the lock of your shared apartment when the four footballers arrive opening the door and walking in.

They all make their way to the living room. Absolutely nothing prepared them for what they were about to see.

Sitting on the couch, Alexia Putellas and Y/N L/N were at each others throats. But not in the fighting way. Keira choked on her own saliva in shock, Lucy and Ingrid gasped and Mapi just yelled.

'¡mis ojos!' (my eyes) Mapi exclaimed, startling you and Alexia causing you to pull away from each other. Blushes covering both of your faces.

'Surprise?' You say sheepishly.

part 2?

sorry this isn't the best

[asexual-abomination]

This is the first part of a rewrite of the series that brought attention to my blog in the first place! When I wrote this series originally, it was at midnight when I couldn’t sleep because I had COVID, so I always wanted to come back and rewrite it with a clearer mind.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, cause I’ve been real stressed about university, but waking up to new notes on this blog is always a highlight of my day! I have so many WIPs for hxh, Overwatch, ff7, the batfamily, and now the spider-verse movies, but I’ve been struggling to complete them to an extent that I feel is worth posting.

Please leave a comment if you want me to rewrite the rest of the series!

Platonic!Yandere!Phantom Troupe X Autistic Reader (Soulmate AU)

Content warnings: Yandere, vague mentions of violence. Read at your own discretion.

“To my dearest soulmate.-“

No, too affectionate.

“To my soulmate, I am incredibly excited to welcome you here-“

The sentence is jarring, start with an introduction.

“To my soulmate, my name is YN, and I am so excited to finally have the chance to communicate with you!”

Good enough. You were so happy to be writing a letter like this, being able to rewrite and start over as often as needed, without the pressure of saying it right in the first try.

Having finished one sentence, you sighed as you looked down at the number of things you had crossed out before it seemed right. Then, you turned to your notebook, where you had spent years collating everything you wanted to put into this letter, trying to find some inspiration for what to do next.

“I have been awaiting this day, carved into our bodies, for my entire life.”

Was that too formal? Too strong?

Ugh. This was hard.

You despised knowing nothing about your soulmate, the enigma of their identity making them feel otherworldly and strange. Without knowing even the slightest bit about who they were, you had no frame of reference for what they would consider too much or too fast, leaving you to blindly feel your way towards a half-coherent letter.

Jo was sat across from you, in their favourite shabby armchair, pretending to watch the football you had put on for background noise, and not-so-secretly keeping an eye on you. From your dejected sigh as you curled up on the sofa, your childhood friend could tell what was bothering you from a single glance.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, they’re your soulmate, they’ll love you no matter what.”

“But they shouldn’t!” You sighed, “I want to impress them, make them feel welcomed and happy!”

“And that’s what I’m gettin’ at! Their personality must be suited enough to yours that they’ll find your way of doin’ things loveable!”

You grumbled with no coherent response, looking again at your paper.

They’d find your way of doing things loveable.

You could work with that.

“I hope that I, and my friends, can make you feel happy and welcomed in my home. The time we will spend, with our bodies swapped, will be precious, and there will never be another time like it in our lives. You are precious to me.”

Your lips tugged downward in a frown at the last line, the irritating thoughts about potentially annoying your soulmate flooding you again. You had just let the pen run wild, trying to encapsulate even the smallest fraction of your feelings about the situation, which always ended up feeling like too much as your emotions overwhelmed you.

Just as you considered scrapping the whole thing and starting again from scratch, Jo caught your eye with a stern glare, as they always did when you doubted yourself.

“I have longed to know who you are for years; your mystery has entranced me. I want to see the destiny the universe has seen fit to bestow upon us both."

As you relaxed into the motions of the pen, the waterfall of words falling from your fingers, you stunned yourself with short poetic verses.

"Even though romance holds no place in what has been destined for us, I want to make you so happy that you may bear your heart to me as I may for you. Please take care of my body while you have it. I hope that one day I might trust with this on more than just blind faith.

All my love, from the bottom of my heart, your soulmate."

It felt weak. You felt weak.

Was it really right to say you loved someone you hadn't met? Even as soulmates, it felt like a betrayal.

"Hey Jo, do you mind reading through this for me? If I keep looking at it, I'll either throw it away or throw up."

"Ahh, YN, you know I'm not so good with words and that stuff, yeah? That's your job, ain't it?"

"Oh, hush, I've read your poetry, you big romantic!"

"What?"

You quickly hurried past them, dropping the drafted letter onto their lap before heading to the kitchen. Your hands were shaking; you needed to get some water before you passed out.

Your breaths were coming short as you downed a second glass of water, one arm shakily holding the lip of the sink for support as the anxiety began to weigh on your mind. You had less than a week; on this Sunday evening, you'd lie in bed and wake up in the body of your soulmate. It was Tuesday evening, the soft autumn air swirling dead leaves outside your window.

A phone began ringing in the living room, so you set down your glass on the draining board and began heading back through, only to realise the call wasn't for you when you heard Jo's voice.

"Yeah, I hear ya. No need to yell, old man... Oh, shut yer trap; you know I'm only half joking... You know I said wasn't working tonight... Yeah, yeah... You piece of shit! Fine, I'll be there, but you better be payin' me double time for this shit."

Jo rounded the corner, grumbling under their breath. They paused at your side, leaning in slightly to speak, the smell of beer on their breath and thankfully not overwhelming.

"Listen, yer letter was grand, okay? You've got a talent for these sortsa things. I've gotta head out, alright? Probably won't be back until morning. I'll bring you back something nice alright, repayment for skipping what should have been a nice night together."

"It's alright, really. Just take care of yourself, okay?" You reassured them.

They walked out into the biting chill, heading down a dark alley like it was their own front door.

--//--

Chrollo looked himself in the eyes, the cold water he splashed on his face dripping from his hair.

He had felt strange the past few days, like something was clinging to the back of his mind, tugging his attention away from his work. As if a song was stuck in his head, but he couldn't remember the melody.

The Mediterranean heat must have been getting to his head; that was the only explanation. He composed himself, wiping his brow before he went to slick his hair back, turning his focus to the heist he and the Troupe would be carrying out that Sunday.

--//--

The week had been long and stressful for everyone involved. You tried not to be too much of a perfectionist, but you wanted to make the best impression possible.

The morning of the day you would switch was upon you, and you came downstairs to find Jo asleep on your couch, as they often were. You smiled at their sleeping face, very peaceful compared to their usual furrowed brow.

Their face was made up of sharp lines, almost geometric perfection, except for the mess of freckles covering their cheeks and forehead, adding just a hint of softness.

As you prepared breakfast for the two of you, Jo woke up with a sleepy groan, trudging over to the kitchen counter.

"Today's the day, huh? The last day of me being your best friend?"

"Jo! Don't say it like that! I'll always love you, you know that!" You defended yourself.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm just joking. You deserve to be happy with your soulmate."

You frowned at that again, remembering the situation with Jo's own soulmate. You had both been so excited to look her up after the switch, only to discover that she had died in a sudden car crash within an hour.

After that, they became much more clingy with your time. When they were around, at least. They had also begun taking on many more "jobs" that took them far away.

You sympathised with their situation, but you could tell they harboured jealousy for your soulmate.

You sat down on the couch, breakfast in hand, as Jo came to sit at your side. You flicked through channels on TV, trying to alleviate the awkward tension that fell over the room.

"Listen, I'm not jealous."

"It's okay to admit it; I can understand your perspective! But you can't keep me from my soulmate!"

"No, it's not that! It's more that I'm... paranoid."

"Paranoid, about... what, exactly?"

"About your soulmate! I can't explain it, but I've got this bad feeling!"

"A bad feeling? What kind of bad feeling?"

You learned a long time ago that Jo's intuition was often correct, but were they really concerned or just trying to pull you and your soulmate apart?

"I just said, I can't explain it! I just don't want anything bad to happen to you!"

You sighed as you felt that both of you were becoming too worked up.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you. I think... we're all quite stressed right now. Let's have a proper talk when we're not all so high-strung."

"Yeah, yeah."

Today was gonna be fun.

--//--

Chrollo smiled at the carnage surrounding him, watching as his friends unleashed their power on these pathetic guards. They heard the approaching rumble of reinforcements, which, by their calculations, should contain the man they were after.

His incredible enhancer ability would be handy for Chrollo, so they had spent days sieging the fortress he defended. As Nobunaga took to whittling down the primary reinforcements, Chrollo found himself distracted once again. That strange feeling in the back of his head, the itch he couldn't scratch, saying that something was wrong.

He shook his head to free himself of these thoughts, as the intimidating man faced him, seemingly unaware of exactly who he was fighting.

--//--

Despite your small fight with Jo, the day had gone well. You had prepared several cakes, which you poured plenty of love into. You also wrote your letter into one coherent piece and placed it in an envelope, which you taped to inside of your bedroom door.

A group of your friends arrived, all bearing various snacks and drinks to add to the table. As the conversation began to flow, you anxiously reminded them of the careful limits you had gone over for what they were allowed to say to your soulmate. They all laughed and smiled, promising to go along.

Almost on autopilot, you turned to Jo for reassurance, and they were in a good enough mood to laugh softly and promise to keep the others in line.

You knew Jo wouldn't go back on their word, no matter their personal feelings about the situation.

With everything laid out enticingly on a coffee table, you retired to your bedroom for the night, your gut swirling with anxiety and excitement.

You laid back on your bed, crossing your hands across your stomach. You had until exactly 21:29 to wait for the switch.

Looking over at the clock you had bought for this express purpose, you saw 21:27.

It'll probably feel like forever, you thought, plenty of time to get comfortable.

21:28

That's fine; you took a few deep breaths, settling down into your pillows. You closed your eyes softly.

Breathing deeply. With your eyes closed.

In, and out, in, and out.

Curiosity got the better of you.

Your eyes snapped open, turning back to the clock, getting to see just the slightest glimpse of 21:29 before everything changed.

--//--

Chrollo sighed from the driver's seat, just a straight highway unfolding seemingly infinitely in front and behind him. Confident in his ability to avoid traffic by instinct, he allowed his eyes to drift to the clock on the screen, 00:28 blinking back at him.

That time bothered him.

It wasn't unusual for him to stay up past midnight, more common than not, in fact, but that itch he couldn't scratch, that sweet song that slipped his mind's grasp, was back in full force, making him grit his teeth in irritation.

He returned his eyes to the road before him, though he only caught a glimpse of the asphalt-laden horizon before everything changed.

--//--

In a moment, you felt everything shift. You could feel it down to the change in the structure of your skeleton. Every muscle was different, every sensation infinitely sharpened by the new body you inhabited.

You felt that you were sitting, not lying down. You saw that you were looking out at a road.

And then, finally, you realised you were driving the car.

It was common knowledge that the swap allowed people to speak in the native tongue of their soulmate, but you wondered if you would be the first to discover that the same thing applied to driving skills.

You focused on the road and on keeping your breathing steady, aware that a panic attack here would result in much more than a headache and a sore throat in the long run.

Once finally began to calm down, you briefly peeled your eyes off the road to look your soulmate in the eyes in the rearview mirror. His grey eyes were striking, and his raven black hair was slicked back to his head, revealing a strange tattoo in the centre of his forehead. He was quite attractive, all things considered.

You felt a brush of air across your chest and again glanced down to notice you were completely shirtless, other than a feathery collared jacket that did nothing to hide your soulmate's toned body. Definitely a bold outfit choice, but you couldn't deny that it suited him well.

After a few more moments assuring yourself of the safety of the road, you tried to look at the other passengers of the car. You had seen them when you looked at yourself in the mirror, but you couldn't bear to think about them at that moment.

In the passenger seat was a pink-haired woman, her face stoic as she stared ahead. Behind you was a grumpy-looking man with black hair leaning into the window. In the centre of the backseat was a blond man with a cute face, tapping away at a modified phone of some kind. Furthest from you, behind the passenger seat, was a gruff-looking man with slicked-back blond hair.

None of them seemed to have noticed a change in their driver's behaviour, so you had a few more moments to collect yourself before you spoke up. Although you were still grappling with the fact that your soulmate had entirely forgotten about your switch, you didn't want to waste your time.

"I don't know... quite what's happening here, but I'm this person's soulmate."

You could taste something sweet with just the slightest hint of bitterness on your own breath.

The car had been silent before you spoke, but the silence grew heavier. Now every eye was on you, and you almost wished you hadn't said anything, that you had let the switch play out in complete silence before returning to your own body.

"What?" The taller blond man finally replied.

"I'm... their soulmate? Did they not tell anyone?"

"Boss had a soulmate?" He turned to the other blond man, ignoring you completely.

"Not as far as I know!"

"Look at me."

That last bit was said by the pink-haired woman next to you. With no small amount of fear in your heart, you ripped your eyes away from the road to look her in the eyes. Her cold, calculating eyes pierced you through and through. After what felt like aeons that she spent observing you, she let out the slightest gasp.

"You're not lying."

As soon as you had the reassurance that they believed you, you looked back at the road, relieved to see no danger.

"Are you serious? Are you messing with us, boss?" The black-haired man spoke, his tone rising to aggression.

"Calm down, all of you! This is the boss's soulmate, obviously!"

"But why wouldn't he tell us at all? This is crazy!"

"I don't know! Maybe he wanted to test us?"

"Sorry to interrupt, but what's going on here?"

The pink-haired woman turned back to from where she had been scolding the other passengers, sighing before she spoke.

"Look, sorry about all this ruckus. It's just that we're pretty close to our boss, and he never even told us he had a soulmate!"

"Seriously? Weird..." You trailed off, unsure of how to fill in the dead air.

"My name's Machi; what's yours?"

"I'm YN. Who is this?" You asked, gesturing slightly at your own body.

"Oh right, our boss's name is Chrollo. In the backseat, there is Nobunaga, Shalnark, and Phinks." She pointed each one out to you.

Behind you, Shalnark and Nobunaga were whispering to each other as they looked intently at Shalnark's phone.

"And where are you from, YN?" Shalnark spoke up again, a bright smile on his face as he watched you through the rearview.

"I'm from CN; where are we right now?"

The conversation continued like that for some time, with simple back-and-forth questions. Jo had advised you not to share too much sensitive information, and you couldn't help but get the inkling of a feeling that they were right.

The way that Shalnark would ask you questions before he immediately turned back to his phone alighted some anxiety in your gut, so you tried to turn the conversation back on them.

"So, you say that my soulmate here is your boss? What do you do?"

You didn't miss the beat of silence, but you tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that they had been put on the spot.

"We're traders, mostly," Shalnark started, "We travel around, buying and selling antiques and treasures and stuff!"

"Wow, that sounds like fun!"

"It can get tiring sometimes, but it's really fulfilling!"

There was a breath of relief from the car before Nobunaga spoke up, excitedly telling you a story of a time they had visited your home country for their business. Finally, it felt as if the atmosphere was relaxing, with everyone joining in to add details to the story.

You smiled softly, relieved that you no longer felt like an insect under a magnifying glass. It was pitch-black outside the car, and there were very few other cars on the road, so you felt safe enough to relax your grip on the steering wheel just a touch as well.

As you leaned back in the driver's seat, listening to Phinks avidly tell you about the food they had enjoyed in the capital of your home country, you felt the night's excitement finally hit you.

And how unlucky that you had just relaxed when you suddenly found yourself back in your own living room.

--//--

Chrollo snapped awake in his place, feeling that he had gone from his spot sitting to lying down in the blink of an eye. Immediately, he threw himself into a standing position, assuming the car had been surprise attacked.

At the same moment, he reached for his knife while attempting to summon Bandit's Secret. His anxiety only heightened when he realised that he had neither.

Finally trying to observe the situation and pinpoint his potential attacker, he slowly began to piece together what was going on.

He was in a neat bedroom and had been lying in bed. On the bedside clock, he read 21:29 in red blinking letters.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

His soulmate.

Ten years ago, he had made sure that his soulmate date was entirely obscured by his spider tattoo, going as far as to go to a different tattoo artist than the rest and killing them afterwards. He had to protect his soulmate, lest they be used against him. But in his attempt to defend them, he had completely forgotten to prepare anything.

Shit.

He looked around the room, trying to get his bearings now that he wasn't in danger. A mirror poised on one wall allowed him to observe his soulmate. He ran a hand over his cheek as he watched the skin move in abject fascination. All these sensations were raised in intensity; even in this body without Nen, he felt everything to a pinpoint. He suddenly became aware that he could taste a tiny bit of mint; they had even taken the time to brush their teeth to ensure his comfort.

There was an envelope taped to the inside of the door, obviously meant for him. Picking it off the door with an uncharacteristic level of gentleness, he sat back down on the bed to read.

The letter nearly sprung tears to his eye; how blessed was he to have someone so passionate! He could feel the depth of emotion poured into the letter, the way you spilt your heart out on the page.

He sat on the bed, eyes scanning over every line, reading and rereading the poetry before him.

"Do you think they're okay? I heard some movement inside, but it's been silent since. Do you think they fell and hurt their head?"

"Ugh, I'll knock and go check."

It hadn't occurred to him that there would be other people here - just another example of the care and thought you had put in.

He opened the door to a freckled face, who wore an expression of surprise as their hand was still in the air, having been about to knock. Immediately, he turned on the charm, knowing he could at least cover up for his lack of planning on this end.

"Oh, sorry about that; I didn't realise I was expected!" He added his best chuckle, followed by, "My soulmate is quite the poet; I've been entranced!"

He waved the letter to show it off before stepping past the newcomer. But he stopped briefly while he was right next to them. He could feel it.

The cold, calculating look in their eye, the robust build, the scars along their hands. They were from Meteor City.

With a polite nod, he continued into the living room, though he could feel that person's eyes on him the whole way. He was greeted with three cakes and a wide selection of snacks and drinks. He cursed that you wouldn't be getting such a cosy reception on your end.

The conversation flowed easily as soon as he introduced himself; everyone was excited to tell him things or ask him questions. He easily lied his way through questions about his profession; it was like second nature to the charismatic thief. Everyone in attendance was charmed by him except that damn person from Meteor City. Just as he began considering if he might have to kill them, they leaned forwards, interrupting another one of your friends.

"You smoke?"

Chrollo had smoked once or twice in his youth but had never had a taste for it. He shook his head no, hoping they would drop it there.

"Too bad, 'cause I do, and I want a private chat with you. Step outside."

With their authoritative voice, he knew he was not avoiding the following conversation.

The biting chill on his cheeks felt much sharper than usual, his own body having learned to withstand much harsher conditions. However, he was scarcely given a moment to enjoy the sensation before Jo interrupted.

"You're from Meteor City."

"I'm aware."

"Hmph. Are you a thief?"

"Of course, aren't you?"

"My work isn't the prettiest, but I'm not that low. I owe that to YN."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They lifted me up and out of that place of their own goodwill. When I escaped that place, we met by chance, and they offered their hand to give me a new life. They're the reason I stay on the straight and narrow. I'll do anything to protect them; you should know that."

"I will, too; surely you should know that. I'm their soulmate."

"And you're also a thief. Probably a prolific one, from how easily you lied about your career. I want to protect them for their sake; you just want to protect them for your own sake. You won't be taking them anywhere; I'll steal them away where you'll never find them again if you try."

"That's quite the threat; are you sure you can follow through?"

"I'll have to, for them."

Chrollo chuckled at this silly notion. As if they could really do anything to take his soulmate away now that he knew they were here.

He watched Jo's silhouette retreat back into the warm light of your home, a smirk spread across his face at their sheer bravery, before everything changed.

--//--

Snapping back to your own body, now standing, was jarring, to say the least. Jo looked over their shoulder at your gasp as you nearly lost your balance, rushing over to catch you before you hurt yourself.

"Oh, hey there!" You laughed, looking up at them.

"Hey." They sounded standoffish, but their smile was undeniable.

"What are we doing outside?"

"Oh, I just wanted a smoke, and he followed me to chat."

You couldn't smell any smoke in the air, and you felt like something was being hidden from you, but you were just so tired and happy to be back that you chose to push that down for now.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Can you tell the others to go home? I need to just lie down ASAP."

"You got it. I'm gonna have to head out again soon as well, so I'll see you again whenever I get back."

--//--

"So." Machi started, addressing the newly-returned Chrollo, "What was that all about?"

Everyone was hushed, awaiting the boss's answer.

"You already know that was my soulmate. I had... forgotten to tell anyone."

More silence flooded the car as the other members of the spider internally debated whether or not they wanted to risk their necks by making a joke.

"Well, you'll be glad to know we're on the right path to get to them!" Shalnark cut in with his usual cheer, hoping to distract from the current situation.

"Really?"

"It'll be a few days even if we pick up the pace, but Feitan is currently in that country and can start keeping an eye on them ASAP. I'm concerned about their safety, especially considering their medical records."

"There's no need for too much worry," Chrollo said calmly

"What do you mean?!" Nobunaga was incredulous; how could the boss take his soulmate's safety so easily?

"Someone is protecting them already, someone we'll have to take care of, but a valuable protector, for now, all the same."

--//--

Thanks for reading!

[andreal831]

I don’t absolutely despise klaroline, although I definitely do not like them either, but one of the most stupid things in the entirety of the originals is Klaus flirting with Caroline while Hayley and hope is abducted. Would you consider this to be a writing mistake or just Klaus being Klaus? I’ve always wondered if he focused more on finding them if he’d of been able to save Hayley in time.

I've made an entire tik tok about this because I despised this episode since the first time I saw it. I laid out all of the dumb decisions Klaus made in the episode in the tik tok as well as a lengthy caption. You can see that here.

Klaus in Season 5 is terribly written. He may not be my favorite character and I don't like klaroline but everything about him and them in Season 5 was wrong.

Starting with Rebekah calling Caroline to go find Klaus. That made no sense. Why wouldn't Freya or Marcel go find him. They are his family. Marcel has known him for 200 years. It's not like Rebekah thought he wouldn't harm her, he had nearly killed Caroline multiple times. Marcel was upgraded, he would have been the best choice to go and talk some sense into Klaus. Or Freya who could have gone and yelled at him for abandoning Hope.

Just the fact that Klaus was ignoring Hope for five years made no sense to me. I get he was terrified that she would hate him after what she saw, but the end of Season 3 and through Season 4, we began to see a version of Klaus that was actually putting Hope's needs first. This abandonment was a complete regression back to his Season 2 narcissism. Also, Hope not continuing to astral project to find him made no sense. She is a powerful witch, if Caroline could track him down, so could Hope.

Now onto the day of the event.

My biggest gripe is that they are literally driving everywhere. Klaus is the fastest being, why is he taking an SUV that can go max 180 mph? Why did they stop at a rest stop to get coffee? Exhaustion doesn't affect them that way. They are literally flirting and joking around as Hope and Hayley are missing. Sure at this point they may not have realized how serious it was, but Klaus would never have allowed himself to be distracted like that. It was bad writing purely for ratings.

Klaus would rip apart the world to save both Hayley and Hope. Showing him doing anything less is a disservice to his character.

Good writing, writing that is true to Klaus' character would have shown him turning into a wolf to track Hope down. Ansel tells Klaus in Season 2 that he was drawn to Klaus as a child and even to Hope because wolves are drawn to their family. It would have been so satisfying to finally watch Klaus at one with his wolf side in order to find Hope.

It also was so out of character to see Klaus walking slowly to the house. Hayley was actively having her wolf side suppressed and fighting Greta. Klaus would have heard this from miles away and sped as fast as possible to the house. Instead we see him walking at a slow human speed. Caroline is also easily snuck up on by Elijah and Klaus doesn't immediately snap his neck? True-to-character Klaus would have ripped out Elijah's heart to save Hope and Hayley. After all, Elijah would have been fine.

Very little of Season 5 was not just poor writing. There were scenes and plot points that directly contradict established canon. The reason the writing was so bad is because the writers were killing Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus off no matter what. Hayley's death was 1000% preventable. Hayley was a hybrid and a member of the strongest family but was somehow killed by a 100 year old vamp? Say what you will about Klaus, but Klaus definitely would have saved her no matter what. She never should have died but Julie wanted Legacies to have an orphaned Hope and didn't care to make the writing good.

Shameless plug: If you want to read how I would rewrite Season 5 to make more sense, check out my story, Don't It Just Break Your Heart, on AO3 and Wattpad.

[irrevocableloves]

violent delights

twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader

chapter four: regret

previous chapter ౨ৎ masterlist ౨ৎ chapter five

summary: with edward's coldness, all she thinks is why he would save her? why didn't save himself all of this regret?

warnings: angst

words: 2.2k

Diamonds. It was as if thousands of tiny diamonds illuminated my vision. The prickles of light left me blinded once I opened my eyes, but once it settled, it was almost intoxicating. The view in front of me mostly. Edward Cullen. He looked almost ashamed. As if the thousands of diamonds that scattered around his pale, porcelain skin was one to be ashamed of. I thought of it as rather beautiful.

I yearned for him. For his touch. I felt myself inching closer to him, feeling entranced by the shining crystals that embodied him. Even as I walked closer, he felt farther than ever, refusing to meet my eye-line.

"Edward." I said softly, reaching out for his hand.

His touch was no longer ice. It was cold, but it melted within your touch as if I was the fire, his fire.

Once I closed my eyes, wanting to take in the feeling of his touch, I felt rain. Trickles of it touching my skin, rather than the warm heat of rare Forks sun.

Edward was no longer in front of me. No longer a shining crystal in front of the warm sun rays. Instead, he was across from me, on the other end of the parking lot shooting burning glares towards me. I couldn't bring myself to look away. Not even when the screeching sounds of tires had rushed its way towards me, not even when I saw him rush towards me in a millisecond. My eyes never left him even when his gaze turned from harsh to soft as he pushed the van backwards, hearing the crunch of both my car and the van.

His eyes. Even in the dull light, they shined the same golden topaz.

I woke in the middle of the night longing for another gaze in his eyes.

Once I entered the school grounds, I found myself to be the center of the school's attention for the rest of that month. Tyler Crowley wouldn't leave me be, even after I insisted time and time again that not even a scratch was left behind from the accident, but he remained just a step behind you almost the entire day of school... everyday... He walked, no, followed me to classes and joined my crowded lunch table, always trying to squish himself between Angela and I before ultimately giving up and seating himself next to Mike. Mike and Eric seemed like less of a fan of Tyler than I was, making it clear in their expressions that he was unwelcomed.

I didn't bother to ask anyone about Edward's position as the hero in the accident. I didn't need him to despise me even more than he already did. No one else saw it as a miracle like I did, rather they shrugged it off, assuming Edward had been beside me the entire time. Even Tyler convinced himself that he'd seen Edward. But, I knew better than that.

I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, when I realized... no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. Edward was never surrounded by the crowds of curious bystanders like I was. People avoided him at all costs. Unlike me, who people saw as the prize of the school for whatever reason. It disgusted me, but I let it be. I knew from the first time I'd come back from visiting my mom in California after she moved that I was seen as 'different'. The first clue was the pale Forks residents who, for some reason, enjoyed joking about how I was the tannest of them all, comparing skin tones at any chance they could get. Once I got into high school, I noticed how the boys looked at me. I was different, but in a good way to them, like I was a shiny new toy at the beginning of each semester. I hated it. The Cullens and the Hales on the other hand, sat at the same table and kept to themselves. None of them even bothered to look towards me anymore, not even Edward, which left an unsettling twinge in my heart. I didn't know him, not really. I knew it shouldn't hurt as much as it does, rather I should be far more annoyed, but I couldn't help the pull I felt towards him...

It had been a full week since I had spoken to him. I wanted to, but I couldn't bring myself to speak to him first, not when he put a wall between us, sitting as far as he could from me in Biology. Whenever I sat, he never turned to look my way, instead he scooted himself away, leaving an uncomfortable distance between us. I couldn't help but look over at him. I watched as his golden eyes grew darker as the days passed. It was embarrassing how perceptive I was of him when I knew that he couldn't even stand being in the same vicinity as me. I was absolutely miserable and it didn't help that the dreams continued.

Mike seemed chippier as each day passed, noticing the obvious coldness between Edward and I. Everyday before class, he sat beside me, blabbing about nonsense that was too quick for me to comprehend or even bother to listen to. I felt bad for him, of course, I knew that he had a crush on me ever since I'd spoken to him for the first time in third grade when he'd just moved to Forks. I guess he took that as me confessing my 'undying love' for him.

Jessica, the one who did have some sort of looming love towards Mike, had expressed her worries of asking him to the girl's choice spring dance that was in two weeks, the first Tuesday of March.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that Mike already tried asking me, but I was too distracted with Edward and the slight smirk that appeared when he heard Mike's question. So instead I pretended to not hear him at all and each time he tried to speak with me alone I'd come up with some sort of excuse to get out of it.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" I almost gagged at Jessica's question.

"Jess. You know I don't like him, okay? He's all yours. I promise."

"Soooo, who're planning on going with?"

"Ummm Angela?" I wasn't too much of a fan of dates, not like I've actually been on one.

"Booo! No! I'm forcing Angela to ask Ben! She's been drooling over him since Middle school." Jessica was silent until she mumbled, "What about Edward?"

I froze from just the mention of his name.

"What about him?" I pretended to sound disinterested, but it was really the looming depression from just the thought of Edward Cullen.

"He's like obsessed with you, Y/N!"

"I really don't think he is..." I left it at that.

The next day, Jessica's mood had seemed to match my own. She was silent during our walks between classes, even lunch. I didn't have the heart to ask her why because I knew that if it was Mike that had turned her down, I would be the last person she would want to tell.

During lunch, I could feel the tension between Mike and Jessica as they sat as far as possible from one another at lunch. As if that wasn't enough proof, Mike had gone up to me in Biology as per usual, informing me that Jessica had asked him.

"Oh my god, Mike! That's great! You'll have so much fun with Jess!" I perked up a lot more than usual, hoping he would get the hint.

"Well, I-uh-ummm... I told her I'd think about it," he mumbled, looking down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers.

"Really, Mike? You know how much she likes you..." I didn't want to hear it from him. I was tired of him. 

"I was wondering if... well, if you might be planning to ask me." And there it was. My reaction was halted, seeing Edward tilting his head in my direction from the corner of my eye.

"Mike,” I sighed. “Tell her yes." 

"Did you already ask someone?" I couldn’t help but notice his quick glance towards Edward.

"No, but I don't think that's any of your business."

That seemed to have done the trick. He was a stuttering mess.

"Give Jess an answer, Mike. It's not fair to her."

"Yeah, you're right," he mumbled, turning away and walking back to his seat, defeated.

I wanted more than anything to be able to run out of the classroom and save myself from anymore embarrassment. I felt guilty for Mike, of course. Even after years of having to console his feelings, I couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong with me. But, I was exhausted. I didn't like him. Maybe there was something wrong with me when I'd rather yearn for a simple eye contact with someone who could hardly stand me than say yes to a boy who's sought after me for years.

That was when I felt his eyes on me. I looked back, quickly turning away. I can't give into him again, I won't.

I felt ridiculous. I couldn't believe the rush of emotions flowing through me, all because he'd looked at me. It was pathetic of me. There I was rejecting a boy who was over the moon for me and here I was shaking from meeting the eyes of Edward Cullen.

"Y/N?" He whispered. Don't give in.

Moments of silence reached the two of you. I still felt his stares, saw them in the corner of my eye.

"I'm sorry." The sincerity surprised me. I looked towards him before he continued on. "I know I've been rude... But it's for the best. It's better if we're not friends."

I didn't dare meet his eyes after what he said.

"Too bad you couldn't figure that out earlier. Would've saved you a lot of regret." I didn't know what came over me, where I'd even come up with the confidence to say any of this. But, I was angry.

"Regret?"

"You should've just let that stupid van crush me." He looked at me in disbelief, then sadness, to which turned into something else, was it anger?

"You think I regret saving your life?"

"I know you do. Why else would you act like this?" I snapped.

"Well, you don't know anything." 

This time, I was the one to leave him there with his thoughts. As soon as the bell rang, I pushed through the students, trying hard to not let any tears fall.

It was impossible to read him. Did he not regret it? Was his efforts to ignore you, but failing, giving in, did it mean something to him? Did he too have this obsession with wanting to know me? Why was it, even after the multiple affairs of his coldness towards me, I wanted to know him? No matter how much it hurt me. 

During gym, I had the ultimate pleasure of rejecting two other boys who asked me to the girls' choice dance while I panted and sweat during the mile run. After the awkward refusals, I got dressed and headed out to my car in the lot.

Once I was in, my distractions had gotten the better of me. There he was again. Edward was walking towards his silver Volvo two rows down from me. I shamelessly stared. What was meant to be a stare of annoyance, turned into one of admiration. He was effortlessly gorgeous.

Before I knew it, a line had already formed to get out of the lot, Edward’s car in line just a few feet from my own, so I slipped in just behind him.

A minute had gone by, just waiting behind him. I had the urge to honk, even hit him. But, I’d rather not cause a scene just for the hell of it. Through my annoyance and forced patience, I heard a knock on my window. On my left was Tyler Crowley.

What I expected to be another fit of apologies once I turned down the window was instead the quite opposite.

“Hey, Tyler.” I said blankly. I shoved my head out the window to see what the hold up was.

“Hey! I’m done with apologies, I swear,” he laughed. “I just wanted to ask you something while we’re trapped here.”

Oh, no.

“Will you ask me to the spring dance?” You’re kidding.

“Will I?” I scoffed.

“Well yeah! It’s girls’ choice!” He had to be joking.

“Not really my choice if you’re asking me?”

“Oh! Well uh-only if-only if you wanted to?” he stuttered.

“Sorry. No, Tyler. I’m going with friends.”

“Man, I was hoping you were just letting Mike down easy.”

“No, sorry.” 

“Well! If you change your mind? And there’s also prom?” I nodded at him in response and he finally proceeded towards his car, awfully excited after a rejection.

Finally, Edward’s family piled into his car and from his rearview mirror, Edward’s eyes were on mine. Instead of the cold look he normally shot at me, his eyes were scrunched up and his body was shaking. Was he really laughing at me? It took all the strength in my body to not slam my foot into the gas pedal and leave a dent in his car like his hand did with mine.

next chapter

a/n: this chapter is kinda boringgg but BLOOD TYPE NEXT MY FAVVVV !!!

[koolaidoverliving]

Could you talk more about Candy Pop and Night Terror? What are they like in your AU? How did Candy Pop seal Night Terror?

AAAAAA (spontaneously combusts) YES! I CAN ALWAYS TALK MORE ABOUT CANDY POP AND NIGHT TERRORS, THANK YOU—their story in my AU doesn't stray too far from umbra canon, but there are major differences. it's a LOT to take in and there are terms you might not even know. i'll have like a glossary at the end of the post. HAHA

again this is just my rewrite. please refer to danceofangels' post if you want to learn more about the canon candy pop. it's a fun read, too. :)

CW: Violence, Sexual Trauma

So when a malevolent entity gets sealed away, the only way to free them is by breaking the object which they're sealed into. This is how Candy Pop freed Night Terrors for the first time.

BEGINNING

Candy Pop—being the son of Jesterca and Calicifur—had it in him to seal away powerful entities, and this included Night Terrors. Before the Genyr/Serant war, Candy Pop encountered him. He lurked silently among the Genyrs, preying on Candy Pop in particular. I'm not sure on the details yet, but this is how it goes: Candy Pop and Night Terrors got into a small fight; Candy Pop managed to send Night Terrors in a mirror inside of an artefact shop.

Years passed and Night Terrors was hardly a threat, but now there was a new problem—Serants. I won't get into the war because that's a separate post on its own, but I will say that Candy Pop got into a tedious fight with one of the commanding Serants. This fight moved into the artefact shop. Candy Pop defeated the Serant, but he was mortally wounded.

Candy Pop collapsed on the floor, legs too weak to support him. His vision began to blur at the edges; everything felt faint and his body went numb. He couldn't even tell how much blood and mucus he was coughing up. Just as darkness overtook his vision, he heard the muffled voice of his girlfriend, April Fools.

He turned around. She was inside of a mirror, begging for Candy Pop to help her. Her pleas echoed in Candy Pop's mind. With the last of his strength, Candy Pop punched the mirror, shattering the glass, freeing April...

...No.

That wasn't April. April was dead.

Candy Pop freed Night Terrors.

Night Terrors despised Candy Pop for sealing him away, for stopping him from achieving his goals. Now, that same jester was in front of him, wounded and shaking with fear—sadness, anger. He tried to take Candy Pop's soul, but Candy Pop, in a feeble attempt to seal him away, fused their souls together.

FUSION

Okay, great! Night Terrors has to share a body with this stupid jester now! Night Terrors has never been more pissed off in his life (note: this is a hyperbole). The two of them venture out to the human world after massacring every inhabitant in the Forest of Light.

A majority of Candy Pop's life would be spent in the Abyss, a dark void where he's tormented by the wails of damned souls. Meanwhile, Night Terrors does one of three things. One, breed. Two, add souls to his cluster. And three, gain cult followers. But whenever Night Terrors slept, Candy Pop would be out roaming, making connections with humans, taking care of Night Terrors' children. Candy Pop still wanted to experience the joys of life. He's an optimist at heart, even though his entire life's been bent over and fucked.

Candy Pop isn't safe for long. Night Terrors suspects that Candy Pop's making connections, and he brainwashes his children into hating Candy Pop. They watch Candy Pop while Night Terrors is asleep.

Night Terrors often—when he's out of energy—forces Candy Pop to carry out his plans. This includes harvesting souls and sleeping with women himself. Candy Pop doesn't want to; he's never had a physically intimate relationship with anyone (his relationship with April Fools was purely chaste). He despises having to entice these women he doesn't even love. Candy Pop breaks down sobbing and apologising. Night Terrors finds it pathetic, really.

The only reason Candy Pop obeys Night Terrors' command is because he's well aware of how badly Night Terrors can hurt him and his allies. Candy Pop is willing to strip away his innocence, willing to hurt himself; because if he's patient enough, Night Terrors will grow weak and Candy Pop can seal him away.

SEALING

3,000+ years pass and Candy Pop is still fused with Night Terrors. His soul corrupts gradually, but he's become less of a doormat over the years. Instead of waiting for Night Terrors to fall asleep, he begins to fight for control. Candy Pop's rebellion and their constant inner battles are factors to the end of Night Terrors' reign.

The modern era is when Candy Pop seals away Night Terrors. They have one final battle, internally; two souls fighting for control. Night Terrors is approaching hibernation with the lack of souls they've accumulated due to Candy Pop's resistance. Candy Pop knows this. He planned this. He's well aware of Night Terrors' wavering strength.

I haven't exactly coordinated the details for this, but: Candy Pop successfully performs a sealing technique to seal Night Terrors away. Because they were fighting in the same body, Candy Pop's best option was to seal Night Terrors into his own heart. Therefore, if Candy Pop's heart were to leave his body and break, Night Terrors would escape again. They're technically one in the same, it's just that Night Terrors can no longer take over.

Traces of Night Terrors' personality remain. Candy Pop's soul is still corrupted and he still harvests souls to stay alive. In addition, he has to fight off the Anathemas who try to kill him.

okay, this is the best summary i can give. i tried to keep it brief, but i can always elaborate on these bullet points if you want me to. just ask! i am always willing to talk about this guy, hehe.

extra info: candy pop, in the present, is living with nathan the nobody. he's not infected by the slendersickness nor is he working for slenderman. his role in the story is a supporting character for nathan and jason. candy pop has a shit load of racked up guilt. he blames himself for everything. after all, he broke the mirror containing night terrors. candy pop doesn't look into mirrors anymore. it brings back bad memories. his appearance is the one night terrors used to trick all those humans. he can't stand to look at himself without feeling sorry for all the shit night terrors did. candy pop also struggles with hypersexuality due to night terrors' influence. it's a way to cope with all of the sexual abuse, and he regrets it 10/10 times. really, he despises his body, his voice, every minute detail about himself... but he's the genyr of amusement! a colourful jester! and jesters aren't sad, right?

GLOSSARY

Jesterca - Candy Pop's mother. She was the first Genyr of Amusement and a famous wariorress. She disappeared shortly after Candy Pop was born. Her brother Payazo Pop watched after him in her absence.

Calicifur - Candy Pop's father. King of Dhokkalfers (dark elves). He was locked up after Candy Pop was born, but escaped during the war.

Genyrs - Fairies who specialise in sealing away malicious entities.

Serants - Vampiric demons who have terrorised Genyrs for centuries. Most of them were wiped out during the war.

Anathemas - Night Terrors' brainwashed children. Also referred to as "The Chosen". They don't like Candy Pop and their main goal is to get rid of him.

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

yk what. i’ll bite.

trevek is the most forced ship in the entire series. i despise the fact that they’re making them canon.

season 1 was so bad for them and season 3 even worse. they had almost no scenes where they seemed good friends. acquaintances in forced proximity, at most. i remember trying to ship them soooo bad because everyone was like “OmG oLd MeN yAoI!!!1!1!!1” but they’re SOOO BAAAD. there was this one scene in S1 when trevor was dancing and he (very nicely!) invited derek to ‘groove’ and derek was like ‘man leave me tf alone’. like wow yea derek sure seems to love trevor. he’s making heart eyes at him always! /sarc

I DON’T GET IT. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. i can see it as a one-sided crush on trevor’s part, and then when he got mad at derek after the kiss (for some... reason......???????) i thought he would finally get over him. but then derek offers him that half-assed apology and all is fine in the world and THEY KISS.

when i tell you i was so. fucking. mad. i cannot wait for this show to be over so i will not have to think about these two ever AGAIN. i bet they’re gonna pull a “i’ve always loved you!!1!1!1!” with them like GETTT OUUUTTT. if they do that i will make it my mission to find every clip in which derek pushes trevor aside physically or metaphorically. derek is like those boys that taunt you in elementary because they ‘like you’. fuck you derek

i don’t even like. ship krysderek or tremily. but i want them to be canon over TREVEK. because truly unless you rewrite them from the GROUND there is NOTHING to be shipped and i mean NOTHING.

the potential is SO THERE. grumpy x sunshine. co-hosts. friends to lovers. i hate everyone but you. old men yaoi or whatever. IT IS SO THERE. BUT THEY JUST. CANNOT DO IT. ONC ARE IMMUNE TO MAKING THEIR CHARACTERS HAVE CHEMISTRY BECAUSE WHAT ISSS THISSSSS!!!!!!!

now in order to not have this ask just be an angry rant i’ll also submit a mini rewrite about them inspired by corn’s ask (linking said ask in the post): their S3 drama is entirely scripted. all of it.

so, krystal does get them out of jail. gets them to work for her. and trevor did like derek, but never states it on-screen. derek, on the other hand, is the most aromantic (and so so arrogant) man ever and does not like him back. he is still a dick to him, but eventually realizes his mistakes during the season and apologizes. trevor admits he used to like him, they laugh about it, they remain friends.

but god forbid there isn’t drama. so the network ends up scripting a plotline for them. apparently the tomjakeden love triangle wasn’t enough, there will be one between krystrevek too. great.

so to keep their jobs the three fabricate this love triangle. krystal and trevor laugh about how it’s DEREK of all people they’re fighting for and how it ‘should’ve been emily instead’, earning nods from the entire crew. trevor and derek have to redo their kiss scene a thousand times because “this dialogue is so fucking stupid” and “why does he just. kiss me. like that. what is going on” and other such things. they end the season being together on-screen and then publicly announce like a month later that they have broken up so they don’t have to force it for too long.

there. fixed it.

also if any of the 3 tremily shippers alive are seeing this. this can also include tremily. for fun. i love them a lot actually

🤔 i may... write this... when poolverine give me a sec to breathe and i cannot come up with more for them... maybe......... 🤔🤔🤔

disclaimer: i’m not trying to invalidate derek’s canon bisexuality by also making him aromantic, he can be both!

this is so real of me

corn’s post

[triniteevee]

A Hero and A Reader - Part I

(arven x reader)

(warnings: mentions of death, violence)

( !! notes: kinda confusing but these brackets [ ] show text that is only visible to arven, scenarios are based on prev games/regions with names from different languages)

prologue | part ii

“Never meet your heroes,” was a phrase Arven heard countless times.

With both his parents being highly regarded in the academe, he’s seen that crumbling broken expression on the faces of his parents’ fans when they realize their heroes are no more than science dorks. The disappointed, “oh,” that leaves their lips when they realize that the oh-so-cool pokémon professors are, quite frankly, cringe. Lower your expectations, always, he’s learned.

Looking at you, that same tone of, “oh…,” escapes him.

Don’t get him wrong. This is still the coolest thing to ever happen in his life. Not only is he meeting his hero, he’s meeting The Hero. Up until then, he never thought his favorite character in his favorite novel would be in his world, in the flesh.

Yet, he’s reminded of the many times he’s yelled at the book in frustration. If there was one thing he despised about you… well it would be your lack of self-preservation, but a close second? Your reaction to unexpected situations.

Right then, Arven finds a razor claw propping up his chin. Your eyes are steely, as you stare him down. He knows you’re perfectly capable of ending his existence then and there.

The heat that flows through his face and body couldn’t be helped. Not when you’re studying him so intently. It doesn’t help that he’s had a crush on The Hero his whole life, way before he even met you. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with his safety at the moment, he would be kicking, screaming, crying at how he’d conjured you up in his head perfectly.

“H-hey now.” He tries to talk you down. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

It’s no use.

He’s read the book. He knows what you’re doing.

Aura reading.

You want to know if he’s a threat.

His mind feels like jelly, and there is a presence that feels like fingertips sliding along the edges. The way other characters have described the sensation does not prepare him for the unease he feels. It feels like those nightmares where he wakes up naked in the school cafeteria, but instead of wanting to cover up his body, he so desperately wants to cover up his mind, heart and soul.

All of a sudden, an image — much like a pop-up textbox on his computer — manifests in his head.

[ User Profile

Name: Arven

Role: Support

Attribute: Sole Reader

Personal Skill: Loading… ]

He doesn’t have time to process what he’d just read, because all at once, you let out a gasp and fall on the ground. Your hands are clenching your head, and you’re screaming in excruciating pain. He rushes to you, but immediately you’re hissing at him, and waving the damn razor claw around.

[ Personal Skill: Fourth Wall (Lv. 9) activated. ]

“Who the hell are you?”

He raises his arms up, showing that he has no weapons on him, nor any intention to call out his pokémon. If the look you gave him earlier was one of suspicion, this was pure contempt. The slight quiver in your lip however suggests some sense of trepidation.

“I’m just a normal trainer, I swear.”

You scoff, and turn your head to the side. The side profile revealing more cuts and bruises Arven had missed earlier.

“I didn’t ask what it is you do. I asked who you are.”

When his own name leaves his lips, Arven is once again reminded of how surreal this entire situation is. “Arven.” Your head immediately snaps up at him. “My name is Arven.”

The expression on your face would soon start to haunt Arven’s nightmares. Your eyes started glistening, on the verge of tears. Your mouth drops open, repeating his name in disbelief. Right when you’ve crawled down on the ground enough to close the distance and grab his hand, your eyes roll to the back of your head, leaving only the whites visible, and you drop down unconscious.

Arven does the only thing he can think of.

He screams into the abyss.

[ Rewriting Scenario 9, Run 3, Chapter 1… ]



The clear blue skies mock him. He knows full well that your presence here meant Paldea is in danger. Other characters in the book have called you the Harbinger. They mistake you for bringing danger with you wherever you go, unaware that the Banished has bound you to repeatedly deal with grave catastrophes.

The Original One had blessed you (though, you’ve repeatedly refuted it as a curse) with the ability to “regress.” Even if you encounter an enemy or an obstacle so severe, it didn’t matter if it killed you. You would simply reset the scenario with more knowledge on how to best it.

A scenario is like a story arc. In the book, you were faced with 9 great catastrophes. Each one a threat to all life, the world, and the greater universe.

If you died, then you died.

Back to the start of the scenario, you go.

Rinse and Repeat. Just another Run.

The world resets with your life, and you are the only person to see the world you’ve seen. Thus, you are the only one equipped with the knowledge to make things right.

Gwandong, the first scenario you’ve faced, took you twenty-six regressions to complete. You were only ten years old then, but you’ve had to live out that scenario twenty-six times, each run lasting about a year. By the time you’ve perfected the run and managed to defeat Sakaki and save the region, your own mother turned you away, because you had changed far too much. Your face was still the same, baby fat and all. But your eyes, she whispered, you look like you’d gone to war.

You had no time to rebuild your relationship with her, or with the injured neighbor boy you couldn’t manage to keep away from Miothu. Soon as you had tied up loose ends with a few Tým Raket grunts, the Space Deity whisked you off to Dzhoto to deal with a loose red Gyarados wreaking havoc on innocent townspeople.

One scenario after another.

Based on the injuries you’ve sustained, and the Ho-Oh that brought you here, you’ve just barely managed to put a stop to Eternatus in San-Graal… no, if you were real, it meant that you had come from Galar, its real world counterpart.

You’re at Scenario 9.

[ Rewriting Scenario 9, Run 3, Chapter 1… ]

In the book, Scenario 9, Run 3 was endgame.

He cried for weeks at your permanent death.

Summoming his Rotom phone, Arven is immediately bombarded with breaking news reports of the arrest of the Macro Cosmos President. His eyes nearly pop out of his head as he sees the picture of Chairman Rose — the spitting image of how he had pictured Chairman Shehroz of the book to look like.

What exactly is going on?

Your head is cushioned on mountains of fluff, and your body is wrapped in silk.

Memories of your third landing in Paldea come back to you in wisps. Have you regressed already? No. If you recall correctly, your first two times in Paldea had been relatively safe before the paradox pokémon encounter in the Asado Desert. What changed?

You feel something warm touch your forehead, and it takes your mind a second to register it as the back of somebody’s hand. The gentle light streaming in from the sunset rouses you back to the land of the living.

A gentle voice says, “Easy there.”

Luscious blonde and brunette locks frame a sweet face. His smile is strained, but the concern in his eyes is genuine.

Arven.

This 3rd turn’s anomaly — probably the biggest anomaly you’ve encountered in all of your scenarios. A part of you is relieved at his existence, but you know better than to hope this solves everything.

Soft hands help you as you sit up. The scent of freshly cooked eggs and bacon waft from the tray he’s set beside the bed. And is that freshly squeezed orange juice?

He truly is a kind person.

This is your first time to actually meet him. Now you understand why you had mourned him during both previous regressions. Sada and Turo had told you of their child’s good-hearted nature before. Being around Arven was overwhelming, his presence so abundantly warm and comforting.

You’re glad to see he’s alive.

You’re just not sure how.

“Where are your parents?”

Arven could feel his eye twitch at such a question.

It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. You’re probably just concerned about privacy or something. Though, the fact you’ve brought them up reminds him once again that he’s just plain old Arven. Just another trainer. With parents. Famous and talented parents.

He fakes a laugh. “I’m not a child. What makes you think I’d still be living with them?”

An honest expression of surprise is on your face. It may be the most vulnerable he’s seen you so far. “Oh, I didn’t mean to offend— I just didn’t want to impose any more—“

There it is.

Any other person would have mistaken this for politeness, or a sense of finesse. Having read the book— your life story? — Arven knows that you’re not used to accepting favors from anyone. He figures you’d just have to deal. With him around, you’re gonna have to get used to it.

“I need your help.”

He knows the best way to offer his help to you is to make it sound like you’re the one helping him.

You don’t even bother to pry further. Your heroic nature shining through. “Whatever you need, Arven.”

[ You have joined The Hero’s party. ]

[ The Hero has taken on a new companion. ]

[ Scenario 9, Run 3, Chapter 1 has been successfully updated. ]

[ Continue to Scenario 9, Run 3, Chapter 2?

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[klausinamarink]

Find the word tag game!

i’ve been tagged three times?! hell yeah! thanks @flowercrowngods @sidekick-hero and @penny00dreadful

Rules: search for 5 words in your wips and post them in the sentence(s) they appear, then tag other people with 5 new words.

my words: 1) fresh, despise, flat, warning and suppress (good ones, Sam!) 2) heavy, heart, breathe, chest, hurt (lovin’ the angst night flavour, Dio) 3) breath, hair, smile, fingers, blue, love (fantastic choices, Sandy)

your words: pastel, tooth, confidence, penetrate, interest

tagging next (no pressure!): @ghosttotheparty @thefreakandthehair @theheadlessphilosopher @momotonescreaming

fresh

He froze. The entire back of his hand was coated with fresh blood. Then he realized that his nose was still dripping, some red drops splattering on his new pants.

despise (couldn’t find it anywhere)

flat (Robin being taken to Russia)

“Steve?” She whispers. Or tries to. Her throat is so dry that her voice doesn’t even come out. She squints through the bag, trying to dissect the silhouettes. None of them have large fluffy hair that seemingly defines physics (seriously, Robin had seen Steve’s hair flattened after the Russians threw him on the ground and it had gone back up in a poof some minutes later despite the blood and sweat drenching the locks) or hands on their hips. They’re all too broad and tall and short-haired to even resemble him.

warning (from The Locked Tomb au!)

“Your posture’s off. Too stiff. You held your sword like it’s an axe at the start.” Without warning, Wayne pulled his rapier back and smacked the end of the pommel at Steven’s sternum. Eddie felt the pain secondhand as Steven almost kneeled over, only for Wayne to pull him upright again. He lightly tapped the blade on the Third cav’s shoulder and said, “Point to the Ninth.”

suppress (don’t have it anywhere, sorry!)

heavy (from my Wendigoon does a video about Hawkins fic)

Secondly, while Eddie Munson was twenty years old and in his third senior year at the time, he wasn’t particularly strong. Like yeah, some students said he could push away the jocks easily and his friends had mentioned he could lift heavy amps and boxes, but he wasn’t that strong. Because to even cleanly break a bone right in the middle on your own requires an insane amount of arm muscle. Let alone, all four limbs, each one broken in three or four different places. 

heart (second part to Robin in Russia au)

The tugging continues. This time, Steve is pulled back, fingers slipping away from the photo. His heart shoots up in a panic and he grabs the photo again. Someone is screaming NO, NO, NO, each word making a noose around his parched throat. Then Robin’s ripped into shreds, some of the pieces stuck to his shaking, sweaty hands. Her smile is gone.

breathe (Robin in Russia)

Robin breathes slowly, careful not to alert the Russians. The roaring grows less intense. Then the pressure returns to her ears as the ground starts to tilt downward, less threatening than earlier. She yawns silently again and her ears pop.

chest (from my s3 rewrite)

Annabelle barely had time to turn around when something plunged deep into the front of her chest and neck.

hurt (for the next chapter of Eddie and Will in the Upside Down au)

Or at least, he makes an intimation of a laugh. It sounds just as broken as he feels. His throat is clogged up and rusty, the muscles scraping at each other like nails on chalkboard. Every part of his body hurts.

hair | smile (including both since they’re in the same paragraph)

“If your cavalier is that much of an embarrassment, then would it not be the same for you, Princess?” Eddie barely held down the smug smile crossing his lips as she stiffened. “It would be a shame if, on your first real duel outside of your House, you turn out to be a disappointment of a necromantic heir who can’t even flick a bone speck on my hair. I cannot imagine the scandal.”

fingers | breath (doing the same as above)

Then inexplicably, Steve bowed his head and pressed his lips against Eddie’s hand. It wasn’t on the bones of his knuckles or the back of his hand or even his fingers. Instead, he kissed on the space between the first and second knuckle. It was the most ordinary and random place to kiss one’s hand, but yet it took Eddie’s breath away.

blue

Blue eyes. Freckles. Wavy dirty blonde hair. Smiling.

love (the Eddie and Will in UD next part)

He wants his uncle Wayne to scoop him up in his arms and hold him tight, murmuring gruff words that are always full of safety and love.

[blimbo-buddy]

Couple of notes for Shanty in the PineStar's Choice rewrite:

Apart of the defense group against the Clan cat's raids on Chelford

She joined their ranks when she was attacked by a Clan cat

She was left out to die by the cat

Though she eventually pulled through and finally made the trek back to Chelford

The entire fight resulted in her losing her eye

This event caused her to develop an obsession with hunting down the Clan cat that took her eye

^ This is actually her biggest motive and driving force in the story

She's not the most selfless cat, her motives are on the more selfish side because of the anger and obsession that takes over her mind

Shanty isn't entirely selfish, but she's more of a "I want my problem to be solved before yours" kind of cat (Obviously she doesn't discard anybody's problems, she's just super focused on her revenge)

Even then her motivations are understandable. Yeah if you knew you could find the person who took out your eye, you'd want to hunt them down and bring them to justice too

Shanty has a lot of mannerisms that freak PinePaw/Heart out

She doesn't take too kindly to the fact that PinePaw is from the Clans, but she doesn't despise him

She has a "Scary Cousin/Aunt who doesn't come around often because everybody thinks she isn't a good influence" sort of thing going on

I need to delve deeper into who takes Shanty's eye, because I want it to be a little side thing alongside the story. Not of major importance but just so that you can look back and think "Oh that makes sense"

[slumgirlqueen]

How to be a novelist: Paraphrasing using a thesaurus

As a professional writer, I always have a tab on the Opera browser to search for synonyms on Google when writing. It is an indispensable tool to have and it takes a second to search up exchangeable words. 

In high school, when learning to write paragraph essays, I would expand my vocabulary by using an online thesaurus to write. In essays that I hand in, many of the times we would need to paraphrase an entire thought from the novel we are reading. So a thesaurus became my best friend in my growth as a student. 

Even in arguments and summary I would use a thesaurus, sometimes summarising the story of the book, at others I would use a thesaurus to detail arguments, themes, and such that I read online that were not from my own thought to at least make them my own words. I know your English teacher does not like this but it is something that any smart student would do. Some of our own thoughts are not as good and clever as the writings we find online. And in the process of learning to write it helps to mimic the writings of professional writers like me. I say this is a good form of cheating. I am not advocating you to do this for your school essays but at least do it here for my lessons.

The lesson today is to paraphrase the text I will list down below. Use a thesaurus to exchange words into your own and rewrite the remaining into your own words. If you are a novice writer like I was in high school, I will make an allowance that you keep as much of the original text as you want as long as you rewrite them into mostly your own words. 

They moved into an alcove beside a coil-slot water machine while the men stirred restlessly in the big room. Halleck dropped his bag into a corner, kept his grip on the baliset.

Leto shook his head at the retreating back. Halleck was a continual amazement- a head full of songs, quotations, and flowery phrases… and the heart of an assassin when it came to dealing with the Harkonnens.

A thick wave of self-pity, immediately despised and rejected, swept through him, and for some reason he found himself recalling two lines from a poem Gurney Halleck often repeated

Shuttle’s coming in, he thought. Time to go down and get to work. He turned to the stairs behind him, headed down to the big assembly room, trying to remain calm as he descended, to prepare his face for the coming encounter.

The texts are taken from the Novel ‘Dune’ by Frank Herbert. I will be using this book for my lessons since I am familiar with it and in hopes you will join my book club on Facebook. All of the lessons will from now on be based on the current book club reading. Paraphrase everything and I will see you next time. Happy writing!

[xiaophilia]

Sagau au with reader who hates them (or i prefer despises) after what they have done and just ignore their entire existence (even the kids). They didnt even talk / look them in the eyes (prob insults them-)

Not sure if i already ask this in ur ask box-

|| Wasted chance ||

Note! OH yes the other one is in my inbox I'm very sorry for the very late reply. I was kinda stuck on what to do??? I literally had to like rewrite this multiple times lmao??? Uh anyways I hope i this is OK??? Also Sorted out by nation!

✎...Includes:

❬Information:❭ cult and slight yandere themes, excessive use of the word 'who', slight mentions of abandonment and bleed.

Intro:

Hurting you wasn't their intention. No. They wouldn't hurt you.... Yet somehow they did. But they didn't mean to—they only wanted to protect your honor! They couldn't let an impostor tarnish their god's reputation! Blinded so much by the rage of someone wearing their god's face that they couldn't properly recognize who you truly were. Honestly. What kind of worshipper does not recognize their own God?

Now they can't do anything but watch you mingle with others—others who they thought had betrayed you. Jealousy clawing them like a raging beast when they see you give affection to the creatures they considered as monsters.

That should've been them. But what can they do? They deserved it.

Sinners do need to be punished after all and being abandoned by their God was theirs.

More under the cut!

Mondsadt, the nation of freedom. Full of life, joy and of course freedom. The first ever nation you stepped foot in and the first nation to almost kill you. Unable to forget the memory you doubt if you can still even step foot in there alone without breaking down even when they had apologized and begged for your forgiveness.

You can never forgive them for what they did and they were aware of that. They had harmed you in ways that no one can imagine.

Still they can never stop the burning jealousy whenever they see you interacting with the Hillichurls —or when they see you petting the slimes, decorating your face was a soft smile— they wanted to be the reason why you're smiling! Not some mindless elemental blobs!

But then again what can they do?

The nation's god—Venti—can never stand the painful feeling of something squeezing his heart whenever he sees you hand in hand with the Bough keeper Dainsleif or when he sees you calmly resting with Dvalin. Oh how he wishes it was him with you instead. The dandelion knight Jean, who could only watch as you and Albedo chat— her heart practically breaking when you gave him a kiss on the cheeks. Oh Archons... If only she listened to the alchemist.

And Archons don't even get me started at the uncountable amount of times Diluc almost wanted to rip his hair off in utter jealousy whenever he sees you clinging onto Kaeya's side like a lifeline as you two go on your way to meet Albedo all while treating his presence like a pebble on the side of the road. Eula who had lost all her will for vengeance. What's the point? Compared to her ancestors what she did was worse.

In Liyue it's not that different either. They were aware of what they did, they did almost kill you after all. But as annoying as it is, they were still persistent. Persistent of earning your forgiveness. Ningguang who sends you the most beautiful of gifts—the finest of silks only for it to be teard apart like paper by the geovishap hatchlings, in front of her face nonetheless. She could do nothing but watch as you let those vicious creatures tear and bite the cloth away—mustering nothing but a pained smile as you wordlessly look at her—taunting her even—but she does nothing but promise to bring a better one next time. It's okay, it's only money. She won't hesitate to spend every bit of her money if it means earning your forgiveness.

Zhongli—the nation's former god and your most devoted devotee or so he was. He no longer bears such title ever since he had tried to kill you- even so, he doesn't stop from trying to once again earn your favor, though he'd be lying if he said it doesn't hurt when you look at him with so much hate. He can't blame you but it pains him whenever you ignore him, whenever you throw and destroy the gifts he carefully picked. It hurts whenever he sees you so close with the twins neither can he deny the burning jealousy whenever he sees you treat Azdaha so closely. He has no right to be jealous- Archons none of them do.

Out of all Nations you visit Liyue the most. At first everyone was happy—proud even but you can imagine the disappointment when they realised that you only came there to board the the boats to Inazuma with Kazuha and the twins— Bediou was thankful that she took the samurai in. Even if its just for a short time she can bask in the presence of her God. Though she can't deny being jealous when she sees you so, so close with him nor can she deny the disappointment she feels when you finally leave the ship and onto Inazuman docks.

Speaking of Inazuma, Ei who orders her people to prepare the best room for you— adorning the place with beautiful ornaments she was so sure that you'd like, a king sized bed with the softest of pillows— all those effort and work only for her to be wordlessly rejected by you. Seriously you don't even look at her. Only shaking your head, grabbing Kazuha's arm- heading to the direction of the Kamisato household while the Twins and Paimon followed suit.

Honestly the only reason you even come to Inazuma was for Thoma and Itto, but these annoying pests keep getting in your way delaying you further—like Yoimiya inviting you for a firework show she planned on doing in your honor whenever you try and visit the oni—or Kokomi and Gorou's constant bouts of apology, saying they'll do better. You don't have any time for that!

The Kamisato household welcomes you dearly- not that you care of course - with Ayaka anxiously waiting outside with a hopeful smile inviting you for tea, that smile quickly disappears when you say you're only here for Thoma- she knew that you were only here for him but still tried, a foolish thing to do.

The children aren't treated any different either, of course you don't outright insult them—you just preferred not to interact with them. You know, you know shouldn't be mad at the kids-they were only influenced by the adults. It's the adults that should be punished. They hurt you. They almost killed you.

And as stated before multiple times they know that. They know they fucked up. Big time.

You hated them. But it's alright. Hate them all you want, insult and hurt them if you'd like. They won't fight back. They don't mind getting a hurt as long as its you.

They'll never falter. They love you. They won't stop trying to earn you favor. Beg, cry and bleed if they must. They don't care.

But it's all too late..

What they did is nothing but a wasted chance.

It was an opportunity they lost. An opportunity to serve you. To love you. To be used by you. To be adored by you.

It was all gone and just like how they had abandoned you— you abandoned them.

I am ashamed. This took way too long.

[bi-bard]

Characters - Chuck Shurley Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Characters

Pairing: Chuck Shurley X Reader

Word Count: 955 words

Warning(s): violence, destruction

Summary: One of Chuck's most ambitious creations resurfaces to show his true nature.

Author's Note: Maybe one day I'll write a Chuck imagine that doesn't have an unhappy ending.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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You created the world; you create the rules.

One of the best lessons a writer could learn when forming their complex and intriguing plotlines.

Another lesson: Never create something that spirals out of your control.

One lesson was one that Chuck took to heart. The other was one that he seemed to forget.

I hadn't seen Earth up close in a long time.

I had spent years stuck in whatever little box Heaven had been told to put me in. Once they started running out of angels, I managed to make it out without anyone stopping me.

I never wanted to destroy the world.

I loved it.

I hated what Chuck had done to it.

He created an entire world in the hopes to force them to worship him. Then, he created me.

I was his equivalent of a love interest. All be it, a very unhealthy love interest. He had created me to see him as perfect. If the humans wouldn't worship and love him, then Chuck always had a fallback in me.

What is Chuck without the need to be worshipped?

He thought that creating an entire being would equal eternal love.

He was wrong.

Again, don't create something that spirals out of your control.

When I saw Earth and everything going wrong, I asked Chuck to help them. He shrugged me off, saying that this was for the best. I didn't believe him.

I tried to make things better. I helped where I could. All I wanted was for it to be better. I avoided Chuck at all costs in order to do that.

He realized that I wasn't going to blindly follow him anymore.

He wasn't happy with that.

That's how I originally ended up in the prison in Heaven.

Now, I was back on Earth.

I could've gone back to saving people. Helping them. But I learned that it never made a real difference. So, I had one more option. Force change to happen. Either through forcing Chuck to change it, or find someone to take his place and change it for him.

I started causing controlled destruction. No deaths. No one harmed. But big enough to catch God's attention.

Buildings collapsing, fires, storms. Anything that would catch the eye of the idiot who made the planet and abandoned it.

I was less than stunned when Sam and Dean found me. I knew their story. I knew what Chuck had originally planned for them. I had a plan for them too.

I anticipated their attack.

As soon as they broke into my small hideout, I used my power to shove them into the wall. They stared at me, weapons now down on the ground where they couldn't reach them.

"Sam and Dean," I said. "Never knew I'd get to meet you."

"You know us," Sam asked.

"God spoke of you both," I nodded. "You refer to him as Chuck."

"You know Chuck?"

"Chuck created me," I replied. "Granted that he created everything, but he made me in the image of his perfect partner."

"Why are you doing this," Dean jumped in. "All the chaos."

"Chuck doesn't answer his calls," I shrugged.

"You're risking innocent people," Sam said.

"No, I'm not," I shook my head. "I know that I'm not. I wouldn't allow that."

"What," they both furrowed their eyebrows.

"There's a reason none of the destruction has killed anyone," I explained, stepping closer to Sam. "I don't despise humanity. I despise how he's treated it."

"(Y/n)!"

I stood up and turned around. Chuck was standing across from me. I took a few steps away from the brothers. He mimicked me. We just stood across from each other. The brothers just watched us.

"You've got my attention," Chuck held his hands out to his sides.

"At long last," I replied. "Been a long time since I stopped being entertaining to you."

"Is that what this is about," he asked. "A break-up?"

"Are you forgetting that you locked me in Heaven for centuries?"

"You betrayed me-"

"I fought for the people you created," I snapped. "I saved them. You didn't like that."

"They're meant to face challenges," he scoffed. "We discussed that."

"Challenges, not mass destruction," I glared at him. "You just wanted something exciting to watch. Some fun side plots for your main event."

I nodded over at the brothers.

"Don't you dare," Chuck stepped forward. "You don't know what-"

"You're his favorite story," I said, looking at the brothers. "That's it."

"What," Dean asked.

"Don't," Chuck stepped forward again.

"You never questioned why the two of you faced bigger threats than other hunters," I asked. "Or why it was you two with the book series? You two as the great vessels? All you two are, are Chuck's favorite characters. And he killed everything you love to keep you there. Pieces on a chessboard for him to move around."

"Shut your mouth," Chuck snapped.

"I was the same thing once," I continued, turning back to Chuck. "He just used to screw me."

"You son of a bitch," Dean snapped, anger now turning to Chuck.

"You ruined everything," Chuck yelled at me.

"Call it an intervention," I yelled back.

Without another word, I flicked my wrist, throwing Chuck backward so his back hit the wall hard.

I walked up to the brothers, "Take him down. Please. I may not be alive to see it. But it needs to happen."

"How-"

I reached out and touched their foreheads, sending them back to their home.

I heard a surge of power behind me. I took a deep breath and grinned. I knew this was the end of my story. And I was okay with that.

Because Chuck wouldn't have many more chapters after me.

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[sunlightwoo]

san francisco vapor

☀︎ pairing: apollo!eric x fem!reader

☀︎ genre: reincarnation au, fluff and angst, slice of life au, greek mythology au, enemies to lovers au (sorta), immortals au (WARNING: mentions of arrows being shot from a bow)

☀︎ wc: 1383

☀︎ plot: It was coincidental that you ended up being in the mortal world because of the punishment that you had implemented on yourself. However, for some reason it seems as though fate had other plans, because now you were stuck on Earth with the one person that you were running away from in the first place.

☀︎ a/n: hey guys!! welcome to week 2 of my summer project, aka the storms of broken hearts collection!! for this week, this is my piece that is a part of @wavesmp3​​​‘s tale as old as time collab, in which it is the modernized version of apollo and daphne’s myth. i hope you guys like this piece for this week, since next week i’ll be posting the prequel to ride along!!

STORMS OF BROKEN HEARTS | TBZ MASTERLIST

San Francisco, the Golden City.

You were currently writing the rest of the menu for your cafe onto the chalkboard that was supposed to be hung on the wall as you felt some sort sensation at the edge of your fingertips. The start of a new season was always an exciting time for you as the thought of the new customers that were already lined up at the start at the door after hearing about the new boba place that you just so happened to own.

After years of perfecting different recipes and creating different pieces of baked goods and drinks, you were finally able to open the little cafe that you named, Sunlight’s Apollo. The cafe was meant to heal people, as a way to put them at ease of their troubles and worries of the world, but for some reason you wanted to stick with the concept of the sun and Apollo since it felt more familiar to your heart that way.

You wanted to remember your first life, for as many centuries that you have remembered living through in multiple lives, but nothing had worked. Not a single memory of your first life could spark, and you wonder if it was because of something that might’ve happened back then that might be preventing you from remembering. 

However, all that you could think of was how excited you were to open your cafe in a few moments of time, and how accomplished you felt for just doing so all on your own with the help of your friends that just so happened to be your coworkers as well. 

The day already flies by like a blink of an eye as customers come and go, waves of these individuals rushing in and out of the small place with smiles on their faces made you feel pleased. You were doing something right, you think to yourself as you glanced at the clock to see that it was already 6 in the evening, the golden hues of the sunset falling in through the glass windows and into the place.

It was quiet and peaceful as there were probably four customers that were enjoying the last few sips and crumbs of their treats, your two friends already leaving since it was almost time for closing and you wanted to close for the night. You could’ve sworn that one of them, Sunwoo, had turned the sign to close, because the moment that you see the next minute pass by, a new individual walks in with a step in his pace.

You looked up from where you were cleaning the back counter to make eye contact with them, ready to greet them when you suddenly noticed something as soon as you locked eyes. A wave of nausea somewhat hits you as flashes of memories started to appear in your mind, from sitting by a body of water to being shot with an arrow that you presumed to belong to Eros, you assumed that this was your first life as you remember begging your father to turn you into a tree to run away from him. 

Him, who had finally walked through the door of your cafe with pride on his face. 

“It seems as though I have found you again.” He greets with a smile on his face, stopping in front of where the register was with a flower in his hand, and you could only let out a scoff at his manner, your entire happy mood from the entire day being ruined with his presence alone.

“You have some nerve to show your face here, Apollo.”

His human form seemed to scream everything about his God counterpart, which made you realize that it must’ve been the reason why the sun suddenly seemed brighter today and how familiar the name of your cafe seemed. Everything about him was everything that you could think of from all the times that you’ve described to your ‘friends’ the ideal boyfriend that you wanted, but it was all wrong in your eyes. You despised him for as long as you remember, and you could only think that it might be because of all the right reasons.

He seemed more confident in this form, ready to have stuff given to him at the tip of his fingers and you didn’t want to fall apart at that and become his victim. However, deep down on the inside you knew that there wasn’t a reason for him to show up unexpectedly if he didn’t want anything, and something in you had a hunch that it had to be about you. 

“You can call me Eric, you know, just like how people call you Y/n, rather than Daphne,” He muses, leaning against the counter and you raise an eyebrow at how forward he was being, and for once you were intrigued with what he might’ve wanted, but it was all shut down with the next few words that left his lips.

“I want to talk about what happened to us, because it’s my fault that you ended up like this.”

Your face contorts with confusion with a hint of anger, eyes tearing away from his to realize that there weren't any more customers, but instead a locked door as it was now only the two of you in the cafe. Your eyes go back to his and there was something about the gaze of his that made you feel as though you should give him a sliver of a chance to explain, given that he had used all this time to find you once again in this life. 

It wasn’t until you saw that there were two arrows that appeared into his hands and you recognized it to be the arrows that were used to be hit the day that it all happened; a golden one and a lead one. He holds them out for you to see and a moment of silence passes by, until he decides to break both of them against his knee and as if it were magic, all the hate and spite you held for him was gone.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why it had vanished, but you notice how his eyes had watered as he gazed at you with a longing look, making your heart beat louder in your chest as you weren’t sure what this could mean for you both. The silence felt overbearing as you didn’t know what to do, or whether or not you should move closer to him, however you could tell that there was some sort of tension that was present between you two that was ready to be broken by the sound of one’s confession. 

“I spent millenia looking for you, from the moment that I heard you reincarnated… If I had known that I was the one making you suffer the entire time… I would’ve never tried Eros in the first place.” He whispered quietly, his voice slightly cracking at his own words and you could feel a lump in your throat as the urge to wipe his tears away felt overwhelming. 

“I’m sorry that you suffered because of me.” You whispered back, looking away from him momentarily to collect your thoughts when suddenly he flashes in front of you as you blink, where you were now just inches apart from one another.

Everything seemed to flash in your own mind as you stared into his golden brown eyes, pieces of what could be your future together and it seemed risky. You were technically a deity, even though you had been reincarnated after being a tree for many centuries, and you could live for as long as you wanted if you stayed with Eric, but you wondered what would happen if you didn’t stay with him as well. 

A touch of his lips onto yours had seemed to make your mind even more hazy as you felt as though kissing him was the missing puzzle piece your heart had been yearning to find. It was intoxicating, a vapor that seemed to have filled your lungs as you could only think that he was the one person that you wanted forever, no matter how bad your past might’ve been together.

“Want to start over again, and rewrite our history?”

[constellaj]

16

Please talk more about your reboot!

16: If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

okay so how i would re-do CANON is completely different from how i would talk abt a reboot so im gonna touch on a couple things in both contexts! the reason for the difference is canon rewrites imply i can go back in time and introduce dp fresh and new, before anyone knows what it is; but for a reboot, id be working with an audience that has a better understanding of the source material, so i dont need to spend as much time explaining, but i also need to keep everything recognizable

Valerie

REWRITE: i would def make it more danny's fault that her dad lost his job, like danny was intentionally being reckless and shattered some security stuff, and he has a whole mini lesson about learning to not just run in guns blazing. i would probably remove the dating stuff with her and danny (and tuckers crush) too, I think them wanting to be good friends is good enough for freshman year

REBOOT: the fandom already knows valerie exists, so i would actually skip the whole shades-of-gray introductory episode and have her be present as the huntress from day 1-- probably even before danny got his powers. cujo is also HER dog, and her backstory-- we'd find out in like, season 1, that a natural ghost portal (maybe one wulf opened) ripped open on her dog and killed him, and since then shes had a vendetta against ghosts cause of how reckless they are and their disregard for life-- of course, cujo isnt actually dead. cujo is a halfa. a puby halfa. anyway instead of a hoverboard she actually rides cujo around cause he can fly and its big and epic. valerie has BEEN amity parks ghost-eradicating superhero for at least a year (tho shes been in the shadows abt it) and her hatred towards danny actually just becomes really petty, like them flying next to each other chasing skulker just going "I got this. no I got this. no I got this" and they just get in each others' way and its a mutual grudge.

BOTH: i am NOT keeping in vlad giving her the suit to watch danny under any circumstances. it was only utilized half assedly in canon (when vlad couldve just had an invisible duplicate watching him instead) anyway, and I dont have any reason to keep it in a reboot either. instead i want her tech to be a combination of half-stolen and half-gerryrigged stuff and she slowly slowly learns how to build her own.

I also dont want anyone knowing her secret identity, except maybe her dad, and sam or tucker. i think it works better if danny isnt privy to this magic info

Freakshow

REWRITE: i would honestly just remove him. the episodes hes in arent particularly interesting, theyre just generic "we need a plot about x" filler and he's not compelling enough a character (at least in writing) to carry a better plot that another antagonist couldnt. i'm serious

REBOOT: unfortunately in a reboot he's gonna have to pop up somewhere or else ppl will be like "where IS HE" so I'm going to stick with running some kind of ghost circus, maybe a few occult things, but cut out a lot of the spooky magical knowledge and mcguffin stuff. maybe i could make him like, someone from vlad/jack/maddies college who always felt pushed around by them and so he has a vendetta? and theyd be the only reason he even learned abt ghosts in the first place. idk in either way I want to force him into being irredeemable but also include LYDIA (the tattoo girl ghost) way more-- I want to give her an arc that ends in her tossing freakshow aside and running off to be a ghost vigilante.

BOTH: dear god the infinity gauntlet is stupid that needs to GO AWAY. especially for the reboot cause it would exist in a post-mcu world and way too many people would complain about it

Vlad

REWRITE: amp him up to a far more sinister and villainous character. the crushing on maddie isnt enough, I want to show him on-screen performing experiments on ghosts and himself, dismissing everyone else cause he thinks hes smarter than them. i want him to be actively sabotaging the fentons at every turn. i would also clarify that he doesnt actually want danny as a son, but as a trophy-- a line where danny says something along the lines of "you don't want a son. you want a slave". i want to make him a character who wants to destroy the entire planet and put it in the ghost zone so he can be the true ghost king and i want to make this all evident from day one. if i'm writing a series villain you can bet i'm going to write a GOOD one. less petty drama here and more actual stakes.

REBOOT: it seems silly but sense with reboot we have the benefit of hindsight and recognizing that vlad wasn't a big series villain, theres no way i'd actually go back and write him to be such. for starters, of course, theres the fact that anything he does would really be an exaggerated part of the original, and it would bore an audience to see the same story again-- theres also the fact that it doesnt seem right to take a character who was treated as a joke half the time and suddenly make them big and important. no, instead for my reboot i want to lean into the petty gay uncle vibe. he had a crush on jack and now just casually insults him. he moves mansions every now and again by just haunting the family who lives in the one he wants, and taking over-- i mean, who is gonna believe that an actual ghost haunted you. he dislikes danny not because he has some concept of 'evil' and 'good' but bc danny is just too damn active. of course he actually does care about danny and his safety deep down, it's just on the surface they have very conflicting motivations-- not to mention that danny has been raised on legends from his parents of the villainous Wisconsin Ghost, who has to be stopped at all costs.

BOTH: i want jack and maddie to KNOW he's a half ghost and to actively be hunting him down for it, maybe bc they think hes possessed, or been a ghost tricking them this whole time, or the victim of a tragic lab accident who needs to be put to rest, etc. whatever the case it will give vlad actual tangible reason to despise them and genuinely suspect they dont have dannys best interests at heart. i think it would be neat if vlad was cynical and every time danny hit him with the "I'll expose us both. at least theyll still love ME" vlad could be like in the back of his head "oh god theyre going to kill this child"

Dani

REWRITE: cut her out. we don't need her character at all. maybe replace her with a more ominous shadow duplicate / clone that actually looks like danny himself and doesnt really have a name? you could probably combine her and dark dans characters for their arcs

REBOOT: instead of a clone from vlad, she's a guys in white creation using some of dannys dna after he was captured (and vlad broke him out bc he was like "ugh i guess i have to save this child")

BOTH: vlad actually cares abt her (duh), shes nonbinary (double duh), she gets the funny dissolve into goo powers

i had more i thought i was gonna write but this post is already very long and also im running out of coherency for this LUL

[avionvadion]

Sessrins do not interact. You will be blocked on site and without question. Stay in your own god damn tags. We are not changing the anti tag either. The point of it is to AVOID the tag if you don’t like it. Stop doing the stupid.

RAGE FILLED RANTING BELOW.

(I did not filter my language. I’m like this close to throwing up. I’m so sick of this. This last episode better be the last because-)

Ah yes. Nothing to make an already not-so-good day worse is by Sunrise possibly getting a season 2 for Trashahime. Gods, I feel sick. How are they even getting approval for it???

It’s ratings have been dropping since episode 15 because of the obvious child grooming and pedophilia, and even more since the blatant homophobic, transphobic, and racist displays, and the continued disrespect towards the OG cast. What the hell even is the plot?????

Finding the dream butterfly?? Well no one seems to care about that. Definitely don’t put any effort into searching for it. Defeating Kirinmaru??? Well no one seems to care about that either. Man doesn’t even seem to care or remember what his own evil scheme is. Zero???? Sorry who is she again??? Some scorned lady who made rainbow pearls from tears because Toga said he wasn’t interested in her?? Oh wait- suddenly the reason why tetsusaiga and tenseiga exist has changed?? Trashahime is literally rewriting all the lore that was stated previously in the original Inuyasha series??

Well gee, that does explain SOMETHING here. Or does it? Because why, if in all that time in the OG series when the rainbow pearls were “existing”, didn’t Naraku think to grab them alongside the Shikon Jewel???? Not to mention the new time wheel or whatever which can REWIND TIME.

SO THE ENTIRE TIME IN THE OG NARAKU COULD HAVE KILLED INUYASHA, STOLEN THE JEWEL, AND COULD HAVE EVEN FORCIBLY TAKEN KIKYO LIKE HE WAS PLANNING!??? As a result, Kagome would never have come to the feudal era because the Jewel would never form inside her body, Miroku would have been swallowed up by the Wind Tunnel, alongside any illegitimate kids he might have had, and Sango would have never lost her village. BUT HE DIDN’T!???? WHY!????

This is the most evil, sinister, douche canoe, mastermind in anime itself. A monster who has killed thousands of people- murdered entire towns and villages on a whim, and to create a mother freaking river of blood to open a gate to the underworld, who had been plotting for over FIFTY YEARS. This is a man who sold his soul to demons because he was so lust-hungry for a god damn priestess and was bitter towards Inuyasha for “stealing her” from him. You KNOW he would have snatched up those pearls. You KNOW he would have used that dumbass time wheel to make things work in his face.

BUT HE DIDN’T. Why? Oh, I know!!! Her’s what the explanation is!! Because it’s not god damn canon and Sunrise is pulling things out of their asses to make a story that doesn’t make sense and has zero continuity at all- so much so to the point that they’re trying to rewrite the original and ret-conning next to everything that involves Inu no Taisho/Toga/Inupapa.

The protagonists have zero motivation, don’t care about anything, never ask questions, and are literally just existing for the purpose to exist because a perverted old man (Sumisawa) wants to live out a fantasy where he can have a child bride. 🤢 There’s no way this can be getting a second season. No way.

If this followed OG Inuyasha at all, MirSan would have been busting their asses to find InuKag and save them. Koga would have murdered Yawaragi (?)(I don’t know her stupid name) for selling Moroha into slavery AND he never would have pawned her off to someone else at all!!! This is KAGOME’s kid. Koga would kill himself before letting anything happen to Kagome or Moroha.

And Sesshomaru. LORD SESSHOMARU. This man despises schemes. Loathes them. He hates manipulation. He is straight forward, proud, and the literal guardian of children. He would never go along with Kirinmaru, and he sure as hell wouldn’t marry one of the two kids he’s been protecting for a solid year. Rumiko Takahashi herself stated that his ideal WOMAN was someone ELEGANT and REFINED. Not a freaking wild child.

There is no “great 14 year scheme” that’s in the planning. Not with Sesshomaru. That isn’t even Sesshomaru in the god damn Trashahime garbage hole!!!! They’re nothing more than cheap imitations.

And Rin. She was eight years old when she lost her parents and brothers to bandits, and became a traumatized mute because of it. She was then repeatedly abused by the villagers who took her in. Later, she was killed by wolves. Revived by Sess, she travelled with him. Later dies AGAIN because her soul got snatched away when she was kidnapped to the underworld. Revived by InuKimi.

And- what??? You mean to tell me she’s supposed to be dying for a THIRD TIME in the trash heap you call a show??? Dying, after having been raped and abused by the adult who was meant to be a safe space, a guardian, a protector. Forced to give birth. And no one fucking cared. A fifteen year old girl.

Yeah, no. This ain’t Inuyasha. It’s a fucking insult. To the series, to those who hold the series close to their hearts, and to those who have gotten out of some very very dark times because of this series being such a comfort.

And it makes me sick to the stomach knowing this... this awful disgusting trash is possibly getting a second season. Just let the garbage burn already. Please. Nobody wants this. Everything after episode 3 just went to shit. Just stop. You’re no “true fan”. You just want to destroy it. Make people ashamed of having watched or read Inuyasha. Stop fucking pretending to care and own up to your own bullshit. Please.