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hauntingcryptids · 1 year ago

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Safety Over Teamwork

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After spending months spying and plotting, The Master is discovered. Now he has to fight off multiple alien officials that he had been double-crossing. You want to help him, but The Master refuses your help no matter how determined you are.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - Hello how are you? I would like to please request a dhawan!master x reader request where the Master has to go and do something dangerous but he doesn’t want you going with them, they need to make it so you stay in the TARDIS. (Maybe the Master has tried to hypnotise the reader and the reader has said something like “I know what you’ll do if I look into your eyes.”) Maybe he could trick the reader into being hypnotised or use another method to keep the reader safe. Have a great night/day. P.s If you’re not comfortable then I understand

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, me making up alien species, some suggestive material, and hypnotism without consent

Word Count - 3587

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon. I wrote this with the intent of it being read as a pre-established relationship, but you can read it however you wish. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Master had been engaged in an intergalactic campaign against the supreme leader of the Limaxx galaxy for a couple of months now. He had involved himself in the war, initially, for fun, as The Master would often do when it came to more violent events in history. He was having a great time playing spy on all sides of the conflict. That was until his spycraft was discovered. Now, The Master had to lie and manipulate, and maybe even murder, just to get out of this situation unscathed.

Lying, manipulating, and murdering were very on brand for The Master, however, that was not his goal in entering the intergalactic conflict. He had originally gotten involved in the conflict after he had read about it in a book and then he wanted to experience the war for himself without the antiquated and pompous rhetoric of a historian coaching him through the Limaxx Galaxy War. The Master loved to read, but such a unique conflict like the Limaxx Galaxy War had to be experienced first-hand and not through the pages of a book, at least, that was The Master’s opinion regarding situations such as these.

Despite wanting to have fun around the Universe, The Master had been trying to keep a lower profile throughout time and space in comparison to how he had acted in the past and in comparison, to his previous regenerations. Now, unlike then, he had someone he needed to protect from his reputation. The Master had you now. You were all he had, actually; the only good thing The Master had in a very long time. And keeping you safe from The Doctor and all of his enemies was the least The Master could do to protect you, along with generally caring for you in other situations.

But, of course, The Master couldn’t just have a fun experience, could he? Something bad just had to happen. Of course, The Master would get too close to the conflict and the high-power players in the war and, like Icarus, fail due to his ego. You shouldn’t get hurt because of The Master’s ego, though. So, The Master had to do something potentially drastic in order to protect you. He didn’t know what that drastic decision might be, but as long as you would safe, The Master would do anything for you.

A night or two after The Master was discovered by a top general of the Limaxx Army, he returned to The TARDIS with a large gash on his shoulder and chest. It was easily healable, so he wasn’t too worried. But he used this injury as an excuse to plan an extensive counterattack and many, many backup attacks and plans and schemes in order to win this war for mostly himself but also the opponents of The Limaxx supporters.

The Master hadn’t finished the book about the Limaxx Galaxy War. So, he very well might be the victor written within the text, but the contents of the book were soon a passing thought in The Master’s mind. As soon as you appeared in The Master’s study, fear was ever present on your face. The Master’s mind quickly began to echo your fear because you were involved now. And that just made everything more serious and more messy and potentially, if everything went horribly wrong, more heartbreaking.

“Master!” You ran to The Time Lord as soon as you regained presence of mind after the initial shock of seeing The Master shirtless and bloody. You were upset and trying to help, but The Master was already healed. He grabbed your frantic hands and put on a tone of authority even though his mind was racing with worry, similar to yours.

“Just go back to bed, Y/n. Everything is okay. Everything will be okay.” The Master didn’t want to explain any of this to you, at least not in this way. If this, being a bloody mess after a botched assassination attack, was an interesting anecdote that he told you over a romantic dinner, then he would absolutely love to tell you the story of the Limaxx Conflict and how he was victorious. But this? He did not want to tell you like this.

This was a moment that The Master had feared would happen ever since he had invited you into his time and spaceship, that you would find out about the dangers of the Universe while The Master was currently facing them. His ego, again, got the best of The Master because he never prepared for a moment like this even though he feared that it would happen. You were Human, how could you possibly understand the seriousness of a situation like this? You would want to get involved; The Master could sense your need to help already. The Master needed to stop this now. He needed to defuse your good-natured need to help and stall his full explanation of what he really got up to when you were asleep for after he dealt with the Limaxx Galaxy War.

“Okay? Master, you’re covered in blood! How is that okay?”

“It’s someone else's.” The Master blurt out without thinking.

“Oh really? On your chest? Even though I can clearly see the rip in your shirt, vest, and coat? Master, what happened?” The Master shook his head. He wasn’t thinking clearly which was bad. Very, very bad. So, he took a deep breath and removed himself from you to wash his dried blood from his torso in the bathroom of his study.

While The Master cleaned himself, and then sought out a clean, undamaged, shirt to wear, he briefly explained what he thought you would understand. He told you about how he discovered the conflict, and then how he got involved in the war. Then he explained how he became a bit careless and was discovered spying and helping multiple sides of the conflict. The Limaxx Army and monarchy were much more willing to execute him than some of the other sides, but he was still in mind-numbing amounts of trouble that the Master would have to dig himself out of. Finally, The Master emphasised how he also needed to ensure that you were safe in his TARDIS while he dealt with all of this galactic mess. Though, he didn’t appear to successfully get his final point across to you.

“This is very important. You will be staying here, while I-”

“What! No, Master, I’m coming with you.” You couldn’t believe that The Master would just leave you behind when his life was at risk.

“I need you to stay here, Y/n.” The Master placed his hands on your shoulders, but you shifted out of his grasp.

“No, I want to help you!”

“It’s not safe for you there. You saw what happened to me, do you want that or something worse to happen to you? Do you want to die? Is that what you want?” The Master raised his voice in frustration and then pinched the bridge of his nose once he realised how petulant he sounded. You gave The Master some distance, sitting down on a partially cluttered sofa. You waited for The Master to calm down before trying to make your point again.

“All I want to do is help you. I know that you will keep me safe, but I need to keep you safe, too.” The Master sighed, a hint of anger intermingled with his delight at your devotion.

The Master loved your determination, how you were never afraid of him and would always fight for your position. But this situation was different than a little tiff about Human music or where to go out to eat or what the temperature within The TARDIS should be. This was a situation far more dangerous than you could comprehend, mostly due to The Master’s own protectiveness, and how he wanted to keep you like this. He wanted to keep you innocent and safe and away from harm for as long as he possibly could. The Master knew what he would have to do in order to keep you safe, even though it might kill him seeing you upset with him after the fact.

“This is not like that. It’s too dangerous. I need you to stay here so I have someone to clean my wounds for me when I return.” The Master walked forward, leaned down in front of you, and patted your knee reassuringly. His tone was soft, too soft, suspiciously so. The Master looked up at you with his big amber eyes. They were big and round and pleading. In other circumstances, you enjoyed seeing The Master’s softer moments, but, as The Master said many times, this conflict was serious and deadly. The Master’s attitude shifted too quickly causing your mind to question his new actions. You had a feeling in your gut about what The Master was about to do. So, you slapped your hand over The Master’s eyes and turned away from the Time Lord.

“Don’t do that!” You exclaimed.

“Do what?!” The Master questioned. His tone was still jovial and lighthearted, though you could trace a hint of frustration in the back of his voice.

“Look into my eyes!”

“Why can’t I look into the eyes of my love before this trying adventure?” You felt The Master remove your hand from his face and then creep his hands up and around your waist. The pads of his thumbs began to rub forceful circles into the flesh of your waist. You continued to face away from him but you could feel The Master staring you down and daring you to break.

The Master’s presence was distracting enough, but his use of the word ‘love’ almost made you lightheaded and willing to do whatever he said. You could tell that he was trying to manipulate you into staying in The TARDIS, but you wished that his affections were real. Maybe if you were positive that his feelings for you were real, then, maybe, you would stay willingly. But you needed to prove that you weren’t just a pathetic Human that could be used for fun at The Master’s every whim. You needed to stay strong.

“I know what you’ll try to do if I look into your eyes, Master. You’re going to try to hypnotise me into staying behind. So, guess who’s not going to do that?” You leapt up from your seat, quickly dodging The Master’s wanting hands, and moved to leave the room. You heard The Master sigh behind you again (he had been doing that a lot today), but you didn’t turn around.

“Why must you be so stubborn?!” The Master pouted in an exhausted manner.

“You’re one to talk!” You retorted back to the alien as you stood by the door of the study, your back still facing The Master.

“Please, Y/n. This will be incredibly dangerous for me, let alone you. I need you to be safe for me. I have no idea what I would do with myself if you got hurt because of me, or worse.” If you had turned around at that moment, you would have seen The Master lounging, outstretched, almost seductively, on the floor while looking up at you with pleading eyes. With the look he was giving you, you might have agreed with him and stayed behind, as long as he stayed with you just a bit longer in that position before returning to the battle. But you must have turned around and given into The Master’s begging tone in a different universe. In this universe, though, you would continue to stand your ground.

“I can handle myself, Master.” You finally spoke before briskly leaving The Master to wallow and worry in his messy study.

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The eyes were incredibly vulnerable, yet enticing, parts of most species' bodies. Because of this vulnerability, that is why The Master chose hypnosis through eye contact most often. It was faster and to random people he hypnotised it often terrified them more. With you, though, quiet relaxing hypnosis sessions were common, like when he helped you get to sleep on troubling nights. It was one of the ways The Master showed his love to you. Being forthcoming with his power to completely corrupt or terrify you but never doing so, actually being kind and respectful, was such an intimate idea to him, He hurt him greatly knowing that he would have to hypnotise you in a manner that he never had before, but this was still all for your protection. So, it didn’t bother him as much as it probably should. However, with you being so stubborn, The Master would have to use other forms of telepathy and hypnosis in order to protect you.

Touch telepathy was a viable option. The Master was a little rusty with this type of hypnosis, though, especially in this regeneration, due to how isolated he had been in this life and the fact that he wasn’t as touchy as he was before. Except for you, of course, with you The Master was probably more affectionate than he had ever been in his life. The Master had only used touch telepathy on you once before, though, but that was during an hour or so long massage after a particularly gruelling trip. If The Master had an hour or two, then he could successfully hypnotise you through touch as he had before. You would not be that easily tricked, though, especially not after The Master’s first attempt to hypnotise you was discovered. Was he that obvious? Maybe he could successfully hypnotise you if he put a bit more effort into it. Or maybe he could just loosen you up before finally locking eyes with you. Either way, you would need multiple doses of hypnotism before The Master would be able to return to the conflict he started.

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The Master slowly and calmly walked up behind you while you prepared your favourite warm beverage. He took a deep breath and then ghosted his fingers down your spine. The Master could feel how determined you were. So, The Master stepped closer to you, his torso pressed tightly against your back, and then stroked your arms up and down soothingly. More physical contact would aid in his attempts to hypnotise you.

“Are you going to the library to read?” The Master asked after a moment of breathing in your presence. Your mind was just as strong-willed as ever. You were a tough opponent, weren’t you?

“Yes. That is, until you wise up and let me join you on this little adventure.” You retorted coldly.

The Master dropped his head onto your shoulder defeatedly. He really didn’t want to hypnotise you in this way, in such an improper way. The manner in which he saved for his enemies: without consent. Because The Master liked you, and now that the two of you had been travelling together and growing closer and more trusting of each other, The Master preferred to hypnotise you consensually. Whenever you had a rough day, he would calm you down via hypnosis. If you had nightmares, he would hypnotise you to sleep. And, of course, The Master had suggested (and had made many plans consisting of) experimenting with romantic and sexual hypnotism. But this was completely different. Why couldn’t you just listen to him so he wouldn’t have to do this?

The Master pulled the collar of your shirt to the side and began kissing your shoulder with his soft lips. With every kiss, you felt a numbing jolt rush to your head. It felt so nice and calm and dreamy, and you could feel the rush enticing you to a land of peaceful sleep. When The Master hummed against your pulse point your mind finally fought against him and cleared briefly. You straightened your back with clarity. The Master was trying to hypnotise you again!

“Are you really trying to hypnotise me, again?” You barked in frustration.

“No …” The Master mumbled into your brain.

“Really? Because it feels like you are.” You mentally shot back.

“If you would just listen to me and stay in The TARDIS, then I wouldn’t have to hypnotise you into doing what I want.”

“Get Out.” You growled in response.

The Master huffed defeatedly but telepathically left your mind. He then exited The TARDIS kitchen with a new plan already forming in his mind.

A couple of hours later, The Master set up an elaborate set of mirrors, bouncing reflections off of each other. It was a bit juvenile and Human, but The Master knew that tricking you in this way would actually be successful. Knowing you when you got stubborn, The Master was certain that you would eventually come out to try and find him and try to convince him that you were correct. You just needed him to see your position. And eventually, like clockwork, you came wandering out from the library directly into The Master’s trap.

You looked around, confused. Why were there so many mirrors out? You walked through the hallway close to the ballroom where The Master often lounged in dramatically, but then you locked eyes with The Master through an elaborate mirror.

“No!” You screamed before sleepiness overtook your mind and then fell onto the floor of the TARDIS. In your sleepy haze, you saw a blurred image of The Master walking up to you. Then he picked you up in his strong arms. You groaned in annoyance, but you couldn’t stop your head front lolling onto The Master’s shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” The Master looked you over, making sure he didn’t overdo his hypnotism. It wasn’t likely, due to the reflections of the mirrors dulling the effects, but he needed to make sure of what he did because he was doing this to you.

“You’re a meanie.” You tried to swipe at The Master’s nose but you underestimated the distance in your haze and didn’t even reach his face.

“Yep! That’s me. Big ol’meanie Master just trying to protect his companion and the love of his life from any harm. How horribly mean of me to do that! Unbelievable.” The Master chuckled at you in this state. He had seen you exhausted before, and this was a perfect imitation. You finally were safe, and you would soon be asleep, so there was nothing for him to worry about anymore.

“Love …” You hummed, intrigued, but completely out of your mind. The Master hummed, too, suddenly more aware of how many times he had used that word when referring to you today, seemingly absentmindedly. One thing that Humans and Gallifreyans had in common was the fact that ‘love’ was an incredibly powerful word not to be used lightly. But was The Master actually using it lightly, or did he really mean what he said? He assumed that it was the latter, but he would consider that option more thoroughly while he was murdering his way through the Limaxx Galaxy War.

“Part of me hopes that you will forget this but the other part of me hopes that you will remember. Which shall it be, my little Human?” The Master leaned down to whisper darkly into your face. Your eyes were fully closed now, directly on the brink of sleep.

“I’ll remember out of spite.” You slurred your words, but your sentiment was powerfully mixed within your tone. The Master just found your antics humorous in the most loving way.

“I guess we will see when I come back to you, then. Though, I will happily encourage you to be spiteful.” The Master’s dark chuckle reverberated throughout your mind.

Finally, The Master carried you into your shared room and delicately tucked you into bed. Your body was limp and completely melted into the plush of the decadent mattress.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, my love. Just have a little nap. Then when you wake up, I will be back, and we can do whatever you want.” The Master whispered into your ear.

“No. I’m mad at you, now.” You pouted into the soft covers.

Sleep had practically overtaken your mind at this point, but you were still trying to hold onto the last ropes of your waking reality. The Master had to admire that. You were stronger than he thought you were. With some training and preparation, you probably could overthrow worlds and galaxies alongside him if you were so inclined to do so, or you could potentially surpass him in hypnosis and telepathic abilities and give him a run for his money if that was more your style. Either way, The Master definitely found is equal in you. He was certain of it.

“Fine, I’ll just make you like me again when I return. In whatever way you want me to make you like me again. Tonight’s festivities will be your choice.” The Master kissed your forehead for one last blast of hypnotism, causing you to be fully wrapped up in the folds of his sleep spell. The Master rolled his eyes at his abilities. Of course, touch telepathy would be successful when you were already under powerful partial hypnosis. He really needed to work on his skills so a situation such as this would never happen again. There was no excuse for being rusty, especially when that could cause you to be potentially hurt. But you were safe now. His little Human, completely safe in his TARDIS; that is all that mattered to The Master.

#ghost's posts #my writing #fanfiction #x reader #anon #request #doctor who x reader #doctor who #the master x reader #the master #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master #no beta read

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willtasker · 1 month ago

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NYCC 2024: A (Redacted) Review

I had planned out NYCC months ago, back when they announced Hayley Atwell in the spring. Everything else in 2024 had the volume turned down after that announcement. And with time, they also announced some of the cast of Starship Troopers and then Rachael Leigh Cook.

I'm happy to say that everyone was wonderful, glowing even. Some maybe a little more than others but over all, this was by far the best year I had at a convention in terms of people just being... nice.

So foremost is that I overbooked myself. Five cast members from Starship Troopers was at the same table and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let that slip by. I had to go Thursday, as Dina Meyer ((see above)) was only there for one day only. She was an absolute sweetheart, despite trying to duck out to make her plane on time. I almost walked away before they called me back because I forgot to take this photo with her. "Give me some sass" is what I heard in my ear over the deafening crowd and ... well, its not my worst photo but certainly not my favorite either. But she has these huge, chonky glasses I wish she'd kept on for the photos.

Michael Ironside was incredible. I've been a fan of his for decades and despite having a voice like a gravel quarry and that constant sneer painted over his face, he was very funny and very warm. He noticeably perked up when I mentioned his performance in "Crime & Punishment In Suburbia" and how Roger Ebert said it was the best work of his career. He nodded in approval, "I'm glad someone saw that. The director is a a good friend of mine."

Casper Van Dien was ... actually exactly what I suspected. He was standing in front of his table, talking to everyone, pitching the new SST Extermination game. He's high energy, happy to see you, quick with a joke.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a lot of time with either Seth Gilliam or Denise Richards. Seth was on his way out but seemed to be overly kind with everyone there? Does that make sense? Denise was rushing to get out because she had some sort of socialite appointment elsewhere in NYC but she was trying so hard to be accommodating and patient with people. I think she was aware of what her legacy is with men of a certain age. I purposely didn't take too long at her table - it was 7 pm and everyone was tired - and I think she appreciated the fact I didn't make a bad pass at her or stop the line for 5 minutes to show her art I had done in the hopes she'd follow my Instagram (witnessed both of these things happen in real time).

Now on to the main event:

I didn't know what to expect from Hayley. I'd never met anyone who had interacted with her, so I was a little pensive at first. I had brought two photos for her to sign - the one above I had blown up to an egregious size - but it was the other one that rang her bell.

The person running the cashbox passed my photos down and said "Hayley we have some very nice photos from this gentle..."

"This is from Howard's End!" Her eyes popped, a mix of genuine surprise and appreciation behind them.

We talked a little bit about her Margaret Schlegel versus the 1992 movie. She asked me a couple of small questions before we really hit it off on something I wouldn't expect: I told her how I found a lot of American television too "active" and how much comfort I found in rewatching not only Howard's End but just UK television in general. She sized me up quietly before agreeing, telling me she watches the same handful of shows over and over to unwind, as a comfort.

She signed the Howard's End photo first (not pictured here, I've determined it is a little too personal), then the above photo before going back to the first photo with "May I add a quote to this?"

I was left with words in my mouth for a second. I managed to say "Please!" once my brain rebooted and she said "I loved this character so much. And this quote." After we said our goodbyes - she's so effusive, high energy - I quietly found a corner of the convention hall to see she'd written "Only Connect" under her name and I sighed like an old dog sleeping on a cold kitchen floor.

I later had a photo op with her. I look pretty stiff and not my best but I've taken worse photos. She was extremely gentle with everyone in line, I think getting a sense that most everyone was having the same "Holy shit, thats Hayley Atwell" realization.

Finally, and certainly not the least of all...

Rachael Leigh Cook came out an hour late, wearing a cream colored sweater and necklace. Laugh as you must, gentle reader, but I'm absolutely going to my therapist this week to ask why a stranger like herself is so completely nice to everyone (but especially: why is she nice to me). She's the type who touches people on the hand or arm as they talk - she hugged the couple in front of me when they mentioned their engagement - and she has this natural ... I honestly don't know what to call it - grace? vibe? spirit? ... that makes the cold hearth of my soul blaze like a Christmas fireplace. I don't mean to suggest theres any sort of connection, simply that she gives off a vibe of generosity and familiarity that I've only ever felt with old girlfriends.

I thanked her for her performance in Stateside, which made her eyebrows go up like a Tex Avery cartoon, and complimented her on getting her character's diagnosis so wonderfully right. She listened to me, stopped writing, listened some more, would write some more. I'd hate to think I somehow overwhelmed her - I am often told I don't "play my cards" despite my being afraid I'm overplaying them - but she was sincere and gentle, her voice this almost ASMR tone. We took a selfie (THAT photo looks awful, I need to learn to not only pose in photos but not to cock my head away from the other person) and later a photo op (Which looks better! But like the one with Hayley, I look rigid compared to her practiced grace) where she invited me into her hooked arm with a "Hey you, wow, sharp dresser!" and straightened the front of my shirt with a pinch.

And finally! Mystery solved?

This is an update for @justrachaelleighcook - this photo was taken at Cannes! She'd not seen Anna in some time and the press (or whoever was behind the camera) asked for a photo together! "I've never seen this photo but I remember taking it because Bookies was running out of competition". So that dates this photo as 2002? (She'd also not heard Anna had been unwell of late and regarded what little I said with a bit of a furrowed brow.)

Needless to say I wish I had more time to talk to her but I'm forever aware theres a line of people behind me hoping for some time as well.

It was an exhausting two days at NYCC. I probably spent 15 hours there and of that, more than 13 hours was standing in lines. Overall, it was one of the - if not THE - smoothest and more effortless visits to a convention I've ever had. If any of them come back around, I'd love to meet them again. <3

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todomemolesta18 · 1 year ago

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What do you think of Liams writing, do think the way he writes storys is good or how he writes female characters (Doll, Uzi, V, Tessa ...) and male characters (N, Thad, Khan)

Thank you for the ask!

Okay, if Im honest... I think is not bad. Not perfect, obviously, but is not bad. Tough I feel Murder drones is going a bit too fast, is still a good written show.

Now, I haven watched Intercube, if I remember the name right, but I did watch the Clint pilot, and I enjoyed a lot!

About the characters im gonna divide it in two categories female and male.

The female characters... are pretty good! Like, seriously. They are different from each other. We have Uzi, who is an angsty and edgy girl, but has a soft side, then V, who is very sadistic, but cares about N, and grows to care about Uzi too. Also having interesting stuff, like she remembers what happenes in the mansion.

Tessa is a happy and energetic girl, and hilarious. But is obvious she is hidding something.

I could go on all day, but, lets keep going with other stuff.

In other words, yes, I think he does writtes his female characters in a good way. I like it. Tough I wish V got a bit more screentime before (suposedly) dying.

The male characters... Thad is a nice guy and I like him but I dont have more to say. Khan is a very interesting character, who is having a very subtle character development. And N... OH BOY, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He is also really interesting, in the pilot doing murder and stuff but at the same time being sweet and adorable. Also, interesting stuff is happening to him...

Summary, yes, Liam writting is good.

#ask #murder drones

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dreamtydraw · 11 months ago

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get better soon dreamty! i wanted to ask what do you like the most about creating ocs and also what is your biggest struggle when writing new characters :]

Thanks you ! I hope i will ( i’m tired of being tired 😭😭😭 )

What i like about creating oc is to build them and create tons of little infos about them as a character of their design based on thing that i do research on, that I’m familiar with or that i find pretty.

Sometimes I use characters to externalize or talk about stuff i lived or witnessed or what i wished to have done perhaps if i had more chance in life. All of them are a part of me and i want all of them to be detailed and not be flat but complete sort of entity that can be analyzed or interpreted.

I often get inspired by a specific media because i love analyzing stuff, my passion is parallels or color story telling and symbolism- I LOVE DOING THAT

Also it happened more recently with my blog since people realy gently send me message to say they felt represented in my oc ( like cerise or Valentin) and it warmed my heart to think that i could make people feel seen. So i want to make character that are enjoyable / interessing who are worth being appreciated by others

And also for me.

My main struggle when i make a new characters is to not fall back on making them like previous oc I have. Often i get brainrot of my own oc and I want all my characters to be diferent. Sure they will all have similarities, after all they all come from me. But i want to make them distinct from each other which is a challenge i have a hard time with.

For example when i first worked on Darcie she looked a bit too much like cerise as they both have the struggle of social anxiety. It took me a good moment before i managed to writte them very diferently and now I am happy about it :D

That was a really nice question ! Thanks you

#ask game #dreamty’s ramble #my oc #character creation #ask answer

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lotusmi · 2 years ago

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When posting subliminals, people usually copy and paste the affirmations in the description or as a comment (and they pin it for everyone to see).

I'm sorry if it comes off as rude. I do not mean to sound demanding. People usually put the affirmations in the description or in the comments, so people know what they're manifesting. It is so that people don't accidentally manifest something they don't want and know that the subliminal doesn't have any secret evil affirmation that can cause harm. I am not saying that you have bad intention. I do trust you, but it's for the people in the YouTube community that don't have Tumblr.

You don't have to put all the affirmations in the internet. It might be better if you don't, as it's not rare for people to use other people's affirmations in their subliminal and claim that it is their own. But putting some affirmations that summaries the whole subliminal can know that your channel is trustworthy and safe.

We love and appreciate you. Thank you for guiding us. 💗

Hi angel, I am thinking of putting some of them in the description but I'll never share them all since people love to steal affirmations and I spent a lot of time writting them, I always take like hours straight and I writte pages and pages of new affirmations till the point my arms hurt. Another point is that i have seen and tested that not knowing the affirmations, but the benefits, people always get more results.

If this conforts you, @vesora has read all of my affirmations docs and she knows it's safe and super well-done. I also use affirmations that only what the listener would feel good having is manifested.

I was a submaker before and people always got results from my subs. There's this one with more than 900 comments (mostrly resutls) and more than 90k views (it got deleted by yt but i have the proves if you want). My main desire is to help people and i only started doing subs again because i have this urge to help people, I'm not forcing anyone to use them and I would never do something to harm people (i can't even imagine why people do that). I was also from a group of people called Subliminal Hunt at 2019 and I was the first person in brazil to exposed Rose Subliminals (i used to hear her subs) and also I as one of the first people who exposed Cherry 90s (brazilian submaker) in 2019 at she is being exposed nowdays again and they use my blogs as proof so.

I am also more into loa comunity and I don't want to involve myself on youtube sub-comunity since they have a lot of limiting beliefs and do a lot of drama.

I want to create a place where people know their are gods, that nothing in world can harm them, that the power comes from within. That they are creating. I want people to learn that what they assume becomes fact.

Tysm love, I wish u the best. I'll try improving my description of benefits now on 💗

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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 2 years ago

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You want questions? Lemme just hit you with a list of words

What’s your most common source of inspiration?

A song on your Spotify wrap up that you thought would be in your top 5 and was or wasn’t?

Top 3 characters/duo/trio/etc that you like to write for?

One thing in dsmp S1 that’s canon that you would change

One thing in dsmp s1 that you wish was canon

These are about your fics you’ve writte:

Fav fic

Least fav fic

A fic that performed better than you thought

A fic you thought would perform better

Tell me a-bit about your fav oc (if you would like to or have one)

A fandom you like outside of dsmp

You’re fav gt trope to write for

An underrated trope you wish there was more off

Which do you prefer? Comments, reblogs it asks?

And lastly, what’s one thing you’re hoping will happen in dsmp season 2?

I sent many questions but you do not have to answer them all if you don’t want too 🥰

Thanks for answering! Have a lollipop 🍭

My Dreams, literally, sometimes I dream fic ideas and then I write them down

I don't have Spotify :')

1. 4 muffinteers, Karlnapity, Skeppy/Punz

I dunno ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dnf

I have so many but I'll say that Surfer Dream pt 1 and He could be different :)

Uhh, I dunno...

A warm place to stay

Tiny mer au (all the fics :'])

Okay so my favorite oc is Kyo, a 17 years old borrower that tries to find a place to stay with his 7 years old sister Kyoko, since 5 years ago they were trapped to be sold as pets but they managed to scape when Kyo was 15 almost 16. Also Kyo hates humans because it was their fault that they can't go back home and see their parents again (they're alive; don't worry) and because when they still were on the pet shop, the shop boss killed his best friend (him and Kyo were 13 years old back then)

I'll say 5 if that's okay; Creepypasta, FNAF (Aftons), One Piece, Voltron & Tmnt 2012

First time meeting fearplay; when the giant/human accidentally scares the tiny/borrower

Uhhh... Idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All of them :)

Dnf being canon and not ruined, my Drunz friendship come back ;-; and Karlnapity being canon again but not being ruined :(

Thanks for the asks and the lollipop :D

Have a cookie 🍪 in return :]

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #my original characters #g/t ocs #g/t #g/t talk #borrower!kyo #borrower!kyoko #kayla answers #ask #beckyu #my beloved

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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YOU HAD ME AT CAT [FOAMING IN THE MOUTH]

Morpheus - the sole provider of the Dreaming and all of its residents - was obviously a busy man. His attention constantly pulled in every direction from ensuring dreams and nightmares were doing their duties, to aiding whoever asked, and to keeping the Dreaming afloat and in perfect order. For the Dreaming was a cog in the cosmic wheel which was of utmost importance, its effects rippled out to all realms.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP SO WELL WRITTEN SO VIVID SO UGH SO GOOD AND IT STARTS WITH THIS UGHHH

You understood this greatly, Morpheus had responsibilities that came first, and that never bothered you. In fact, because of such reasons, whenever you visited the Dreaming you created a game for yourself. There were many wondrous, unimaginable things to see and do in the Dreaming, but strangely you noted all the mundane things. Things you could easily see in the Waking, things such as the occasional house cat trotting around the palace.

🔊🔊💗💗💗😫😫😫😫😫😫😫SCREAMING TROTTING KITTIES [FALLS TO MY DEATH] PEAK DEVASTATION

Did Morpheus have an affinity for cats? Or did cats have an affinity for Dream of the Endless?

Both. Its like how i love dream and dream loves me (real)

You gently called out, “Come on out, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Yn like me for real. Literally me with any cat ever

Morpheus scanned over the documents and blueprints, feeling satisfied with the solutions. His eyes flickered to Lucienne as she piled up the papers. “And do rest, Lucienne, you deserve it.”

Ugh so thoughtful 🫶 we love a kind king lol HAHAHA

Morphues nodded, then strolled out of the library. The second the door clicked behind him, his thoughts instantly went to you. Where could you have run off to this time? He wished he could offer more of his time to you. His heart ached, knowing you were alone. You swore it never bothered you. However, it bothered him. Immensely. Surely, the Dreaming would take care of you; you could find entertainment anywhere and never grow bored.

SURELY THE DREAMING WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU

NAH COS HE IS THE DREAMING BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST THE FATHER FUCKING WALL FUXK

But, he wanted to be there. He wanted to show you wonders. In the end, however, he could not divide his attention so easily.

😭😭😭😭😭😭 simp. Also youre like an Endless. You cant do 2 things at once?

Mildly unrelated news

He moved to call out to you, almost believing you were speaking to him, when a cat - a brown tabby cat - slowly walked towards you.

NAUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRR CHOKING BURNING DEVASTATED

At the sound of your laughter, such a sweet sound, a dark cloud began to form over the King of Dreams’ head.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 MANS SO PETTY PLS SIR THAT IS A CAT A KITTY THAT LIVES IN your DOMAIN

You scratched the tabby’s cream colored chin, and your smile widened as her purring grew louder. The cat pushed her head into your hand, grateful for every ounce of affection you were giving. When her pale green eyes opened, she seemed as if she was smiling up at you. Her eyes twinkled. Then, without warning, she hopped into your lap, curling into a ball.

SCREAMING IM LUV HER NAUUURR

Why? Why did anger worm into his heart over such a small insignificant creature?

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨OK PULLUP DID YOU JUST CALL THE KITTY INSIGNIFICANT I SWEAR TO GOODNESS OF THE EARTH I WILL SMACK YOU SO HARD HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN ON A KITTY

The tabby cat perked up her head, noticing Morphues first.

Meow if you are mean to her i will murder you

The cat looked up at you with such beautiful blue - and somehow familiar - eyes. You started scratching the top of his head, and he sunk down into your lap. His tail happily swished back and forth.

LMAAOOO😭😭😭😭😭😭 HES SO PRIDEFUL AND PRETTY MY GOSH

Morpheus, with his unnaturally bright blue eyes, locked eyes with the cat. Disgust and hatred written plainly in his eyes. The cat pinned her ears back and swiftly leapt out of your lap, sprinting off back into the rose bushes.

HE 👹 DID 😡 NOT 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 MY POOR KITTY APOLOGIES WITH TEARS ON HIS KNEEESSSSSS 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 I HATE HIM

You glanced over to where the cat was looking earlier, before her grand escape, only to spot a new cat. The gorgeous all black cat had a regal air about him as he approached you. You shrugged off the other cat’s peculiar behavior. Smiling at the black cat, you stretched out your hand in a welcoming gesture. “Hello there, little one.”

NO???? HES SO FUCKING MEAN AND PETTY... But i cant hurt him hes in cat form 😭😭😭😭😭

The cat sniffed your hand only once before pushing his head into your hand. Your smile widened. He seemed to like you more than any other cat you met. The cat purred and instantly jumped into your lap.

😭😭😭😭😭SIMMMMPPPPPPPPPP9PPP ALSO touch deprived moron 😭😭😭😭😭🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

You laughed. “Okay, make yourself at home.”

Real. In between my legs? Real.

Ew omg hes a cat i mean in JJJsjsjnsjjs fucking human form HELP ME MY GOSH

The cat looked up at you with such beautiful blue - and somehow familiar - eyes. You started scratching the top of his head, and he sunk down into your lap. His tail happily swished back and forth.

😭😭😭😭😭 its giving puppy. I hate to be the one to tell you but normally when cats swish their tails they loathe you 😭😭😭 but i also did read that when kitties are asleep and they wag their tail theyre saying ok i know ur here but im sleeping anyway cus i trust you AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT MY CATS JUST HATED ME BUT NOW IN GOING TO GO CRY ABOUT IT IM LUV THEM SO MUCH

Anyway

“I know it’s you, love,” you whispered. The cat jerked his head up, staring up at you with those endless oceanic eyes. You ran a finger from his nose over his forehead. You bent down kissing the top of his head, over the smoothed out fur. “So, now I am left wondering why you have taken the form of a cat? Care to explain, Morpheus.”

Girl he petty af what do you mean explain how are tou blissfully unaware you boy toy as petty as a child

Morpheus stared, silently. Does he dare say the reasoning? Does he keep up the charade?

🙄🙄🙄🙄😒😒😒😒😩😩😩😩 hes so PETTYYYYY do it stay a cat for the rest of your life

You snickered. “Is that why you are like this? To be scratched? To be pampered?”

To be fair, as someone whose love language is physical touch yes. Yes i would. Also my guy my dude my blissfully unaware yn 😭😭😭😭YOUR BOYFRIEND TOUCH DEPRIVED THE FUCK YES. YES WANTS TO BE SCRATCHED AND PAMPERED

Morpheus turned his head, holding it up high. Now, that was ridiculous.

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 ok rat

“Oh come on, you came to me like this.” Your hand ran down his back through his midnight fur. “You clearly wanted this.”

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 im sayin

Morpheus rolled his eyes as he tried to hide an amused smile. Despite your teasing, he could not help but smile when you smiled. Even if the reasoning was at his own expense.

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎 its giving man. Its giving simp (mildly affectionate)

Morpheus’s lips thinned. Apparently, anger was still heavy on his chest. Anger and embarrassment. He glanced away, avoiding your gaze. He looked to where the other cat scampered off, luckily she had not shown her face again. He was thankful for that.

FUCK YOU LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO MY POOR KITTY 😭😭😭😭😭

You laughed. Standing up, you leaned in towards Morpheus. “You were jealous of a measly little cat.”

EXCUSE YOU I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS CAT SLANDER HELLO????

“Now, why would you be jealous? It is only a cat, Morpheus.”

NAHHHHHHHHHHH THIS COUPLE CAN CHOKE THE CAT SLANDER IS TOO THICK

“A cat which has garnered all of your affection.” He fired back.

Stay mad ///:

Morpheus grumbled. “Then why shower it with any affection at all? Why not seek out my company instead?”

He placed his hand on top of yours. “I know, but I wish you would. You do not have to be out here finding entertainment in strays.”

I DONT LIKE THE UNDERTONES OF LOOKING DOWN ON THE CATS. RIDDLE ME THIS DREAM LORD. IF THESE CATS LIVE IN THE DREAMING AND ARE STRAYS THEN THATS

YOUR

FAULT HMMM HMM HMM RIGHT RIGHT!?!!!???????!!!

[SMACKS HIM WITH ROLLED MAGAZINE]

He blinked. Your eyes shone with adoration, such beautiful eyes. He sighed, leaning into your touch. What a fool I am, he thought. His hand curled around your wrist, wishing to stay like this. “Apologies, love,” he muttered, “it seems I have let my emotions get the best of me.”

YOU DONT SAY [SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS]

Morpheus frown deepened. That was possibly the last thing he wished to do.

HESSSSS SOOOO PETTTYYYYY I WANNNTT HIMMM

You hummed. “I may want all your attention to myself, I may become a distraction.”

“No, you will not. You were quite cute as a cat.” You kissed him - fleeting, but oh so loving. “But not as cute as you are now.”

Green-Eyed Monster

Summary: While Morpheus takes care of the Dreaming, you find yourself enjoying a past time of yours: finding and cuddling cats of the Dreaming. It was a fun and innocent game. Or it was. One day, Morpheus spots you with a cat in your lap and strangely becomes jealous. So, how will he solve this? By becoming a cat himself, of course.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Reader: Gender Neutral (not explicit)

Warning: Some minor jealousy, mostly fluff, light teasing and suggestive hints in the end

Requested by the amazing @dreamstatednightmare

Did Morpheus have an affinity for cats? Or did cats have an affinity for Dream of the Endless?

You supposed it didn’t matter.

When Morpheus had business to attend to, you would go ‘hunt’ for cats. You would stroll throughout the palace, and its grounds - sometimes even venturing into Fiddler’s Green - to find a cat. To your surprise, it was quite easy. In minutes, you would find yourself tucked under a tree, or on a bench, with a cat in your lap and possibly another walking around. You would sit for what seemed to be hours mindlessly petting it, listening to its calming purring, or coo at the furry stray. You would even tell stories to them, be it fictional or from your own life.

You enjoyed this little game of yours.

So, when you visited the Dreaming tonight, you found yourself in a portion of the palace's lustrous gardens - the rose garden. The rose bushes stretched tall and wide as a thick wall, forming an extravagant labyrinth to get lost in. Roses of all colors bloomed from a pure innocent white to a dark red dripping with a passion. Yet, you sat on the outer edges under a tree; the tree had iridescent green leaves and glass like flowers hidden in the foliage. The sunlight always shined above, sending prisms of splintering rainbows all over. But, despite such beauties, you were here for a simpler reason. You smiled as you spotted a shadow again up ahead in the rose bushes. A distinct shadow you came to know well - a feline shadow.

You gently called out, “Come on out, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Pale green eyes - almost yellow in the sunlight - peered out from behind the leaves. Its eyes nearly blended into the mess of various greens.

You smiled kindly, extending out your hand towards it.

A reddish brown nose poked out.

Back in the palace, specifically in the royal library, Morpheus rose from a chair away from the long thin table. “If there is nothing else, Lucienne, I would like to take my leave for the day,” he said.

Lucienne closed her journal, which now had a completed checklist written inside, and looked up at her lord. “Everything has been accounted for and addressed, sire.”

“Good. I will be leaving, but if anything arises do call.”

“Of course, my lord.” She nodded and began tidying up all the documents scattered over the table top. With new dreams and nightmares being created, space for them was now needed. The Dreaming was under minor maintenance and readjustments.

Morpheus scanned over the documents and blueprints, feeling satisfied with the solutions. His eyes flickered to Lucienne as she piled up the papers. “And do rest, Lucienne, you deserve it.”

Lucienne blinked then smiled softly. “I will, thank you.”

But.

But, he wanted to be there. He wanted to show you wonders. In the end, however, he could not divide his attention so easily.

He sighed to himself, walking out to the grounds of the palace. You said you wouldn’t stray too far.

“Oh, look how lovely you are.”

Morpheus’s footsteps faltered. He twisted around to locate your voice. Under one of the trees bathed in rainbows, there you were. You sat cross-legged on the soft patch of grass with your back pressed against the trunk of the tree.

He moved to call out to you, almost believing you were speaking to him, when a cat - a brown tabby cat - slowly walked towards you.

You cooed as the cat reached you and you began scratching behind her ears.

Morpheus oddly felt himself deflate.

The cat purred, leaning into your touch. Smiling, you whispered praises. You ran a finger over the dark stripes, softly tracing over the somewhat misshapen ‘M’ on her forehead. The cat closed her eyes, tilting her head back loving every second.

You chuckled. “Do you like that?”

At the sound of your laughter, such a sweet sound, a dark cloud began to form over the King of Dreams’ head.

“God, you are adorable,” you whispered, giddily.

She rolled onto her back, peering up at you. You wiggled your fingers in front of her face and she meowed and batted at them. You laughed, loud and wholeheartedly.

Morpheus’s jaw clenched.

Why? Why did anger worm into his heart over such a small insignificant creature?

His eyes locked onto you. You peered down at the feline. Your fingers carefully caressed over her head and down her back. So delicate, so loving. A sickly green clouded his vision. He craved your attention after such a grueling day, and to see a cat be the prize of such affection? Jealousy and disgust filled him. How dare this creature tread on what was his?

He did not think twice.

He stepped forward.

His mortal figure withered away into a cloud of glimmering yellow sand. Each drop quietly scattered across the ground, like hushed bells. As the cloud shrunk, a black long hair cat strolled out. His gaze landed on you, or more accurately the stray in your lap. With his head held high, he walked over while his tail flickered side to side.

The tabby cat perked up her head, noticing Morphues first.

“Well, what got into her?” You asked, confused.

You laughed. “Okay, make yourself at home.”

The cat looked up at you with such beautiful blue - and somehow familiar - eyes. You started scratching the top of his head, and he sunk down into your lap. His tail happily swished back and forth.

Morpheus could not deny how heavenly this all felt.

“You are truly a beautiful cat,” you hummed. “And so soft too.”

Your fingers carded through his fluffy, cotton candy like fur. You wanted to bury your face in his fur. Oh, it was so warm too, like a gentle hug, soothing and welcoming. Another sense of familiarity tickled in the back of your mind. The texture, to some extent, but the color reminded you of -

It clicked.

You huffed through your nose, amused. You continued to scratch behind his ears. He snuggled deeper into your lap, purring constantly and nonstop.

Morpheus stared, silently. Does he dare say the reasoning? Does he keep up the charade?

You scratched under his chin. He immediately closed his eyes, and began purring once again.

You snickered. “Is that why you are like this? To be scratched? To be pampered?”

Morpheus’s eyes shot open. He huffed, partially annoyed; be it at you for the accuracy of your questions or himself for acting this way, he did not know why.

“Or to be cooed at?” You teased. “My sweet, adorable Morpheus.”

Morpheus turned his head, holding it up high. Now, that was ridiculous.

“Oh come on, you came to me like this.” Your hand ran down his back through his midnight fur. “You clearly wanted this.”

Morpheus peered out of the corner of his eye to you.

A smile graced your lips. Brilliant and beautiful.

His heart skipped.

Maybe, this was enough. The charade was clearly over.

He leapt out of your lap. In mid air, a tornado of shadows and golden sand swirled tightly around Morpheus’s tiny feline figure. It grew bigger and wider in the air. In a span of a few seconds, black boots landed firmly on the ground. The sand wisped away twinkling like distant stars, and Morpheus stood above you back in his mortal form.

“Aw, did you have enough already?” You tossed him a cheeky smile.

Morpheus rolled his eyes as he tried to hide an amused smile. Despite your teasing, he could not help but smile when you smiled. Even if the reasoning was at his own expense.

“So?” You hummed.

Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

“Care you explain why you greeted me as a cat?”

You stared at him, silently dissecting him. Morpheus was always one to close himself off to negative, unsavory emotions. Yet, despite his efforts, you could read him fairly well. Your eyes followed his gaze towards the rose bushes, to the exact spot the tabby cat darted into.

“Was it the cat?” You asked, starting to pull at the thread.

Morpheus tensed. He slowly turned his attention back to you. His silence was your answer.

You snorted. “Morpheus, were you jealous of a cat?”

“No,” he quickly answered. Far too quickly, it only confirmed your suspicions.

You laughed. Standing up, you leaned in towards Morpheus. “You were jealous of a measly little cat.”

Morpheus huffed.

“Now, why would you be jealous? It is only a cat, Morpheus.”

“A cat which has garnered all of your affection.” He fired back.

You blinked then shook your head, still smiling. “It is a cat, it has not ‘garnered all of my affection’.”

Morpheus grumbled. “Then why shower it with any affection at all? Why not seek out my company instead?”

Your smile softened. Here is the true problem. You reached up with one hand and cupped his face. “Because, you are busy and I do not want to disturb you.”

He placed his hand on top of yours. “I know, but I wish you would. You do not have to be out here finding entertainment in strays.”

“But, I like it.”

He frowned.

“It is just a game, Morpheus. An innocent game of finding cats while I wait for you.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb. “It’s honestly relaxing and a bit fun, you should join me sometime.”

Morpheus frown deepened. That was possibly the last thing he wished to do.

“Oh, don’t be like that. A few cats cannot steal my heart, okay? And you know why?”

Morpheus stared. You silently prompted him to ask, to play along. He shook his head, but his lips slowly tugged back into a smile. “Why?”

“Because you already have it.”

Not the first time, you jokingly thought. “It’s okay.”

He turned his head, kissing the inside of your wrist. “I think I may have a solution for our limited time apart.”

“Oh?”

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to join me occasionally while I work? It could also provide an opportunity to show you all of the Dreaming.”

You smiled. “I would be honored.”

He returned the smile. “I hope you do not grow bored during such frivolous tasks.”

“I don’t think I will, and maybe I can help you. It could speed up the process.”

“Perhaps.”

With your free hand, you brushed back strands of his messy raven hair. “I just want you to know if you want my attention,” you leaned in pecking his lips, “just ask for it.”

Morpheus’s hands skimmed down your body, wrapping around you. “Is that so?” He whispered, playfully.

“It is.” You smirked, “You don’t have to go through crazy shenanigans like turning into a cat.”

He laughed once. “I suppose not.”

“But,” you began. Morpheus cocked his head curiously. Your arms fell over his shoulders as your fingers started to play with the edges of his hair. Your smirk grew, and your eyes twinkled with mischief. “But, you may not get any work done with me around.”

“Oh, really?” He leaned in, matching your smirk.

You hummed. “I may want all your attention to myself, I may become a distraction.”

Morpheus’s lips brushed over yours. “A welcoming distraction if ever.”

You chuckled. “How about we take this elsewhere? Maybe inside before another cat comes prancing in to ‘garner’ my affection.”

Morpheus had to suppress a groan. “I will not love this down, will I?”

“No, you will not. You were quite cute as a cat.” You kissed him - fleeting, but oh so loving. “But not as cute as you are now.”

He shook his head, but still smiled.

You took his hands, guiding him towards the palace. “If you want my affection, then let me show you how much you mean to me, my sweet king.”

Smiling, he tugged you back towards him, pressing you firmly up against him. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Only if I get to return the favor, my love.”

You laughed as Morpheus quickly took the lead. He nearly rushed back inside, now knowing he will have your fullest attention - the thing he always craves.

#i let my annoyance at the fact they were implicitly looking down on cats #overshadow how devasted i am of how cute dream was in thjs #oh well #dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless my nemesis #the sandman fluff

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dyed-red · 3 years ago

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I have the same feelings regarding Lucifer characterization post-s5. Both him and Michael, actually, they were so captivating, so detached - you could feel their status, their untouchableness, how much of a threat they were; and how insignificant they deemed everybody else. I think Hallucifer took a turn because it was stylistically in line with Sera’s broader approach to dialogue and storytelling, and it matched the rest of s7 (which i am still 50/50 on). Why they made him like that in s11 - I can’t even begin to imagine, it felt very inconsistent to me and was pretty meh.

I wish Sera's approach worked better for me. I really really want to like her showrunning and I appreciate how much she appreciates Sam. But I haven't enjoyed a single project she's been at the helm of (I've tried!! so genuinely!!), and that includes S6-S7 unfortunately.

(They're better than the Dabb era on every objective metric and much tighter stories and yet as much as I enjoy some episodes and think those season have interesting things to say, I can't bring myself to actually like the overall story they tell or the interpersonal dynamics for the most part? Minus the natural chemistry J2 bring forth and some good little moments we get in dabb and edlund’s eps, and that one scene between Sam and Cas with the threats? that sends chills up my spine)

I disliked hallucifer for a handful of reasons. I've seen someone (you? someone else? my memory for where I read things is truly atrocious) point out that there is a casual intimacy with hallucifer that makes sense -- that after eons inside the cage together, Lucifer and Sam would have a sort of dynamic that would include a petulance and annoyance because that's what gets under people's skin.

And like - I sort of get that and I think it's a great way to interpret the tonal shift, but I can't buy it myself. Hallucifer, and late seasons Lucifer, literally always takes me out of the narrative and breaks my suspension of disbelief. It's part of why I really don't enjoy almost any episode he's in.

The Vince Vincente version of Lucifer is genuinely my favorite late-seasons version of him, with whatever that actor was bringing to the table that managed to blend the Pellegrino over-the-top version with something that seemed more real at its core.

I thought Misha Collins did something interesting when Casifer was pretending to be Cas, but when he wasn’t pretending and was just being Lucifer, I found him off-putting and not in a good way. The concept of the smarm was interesting, but neither fit his previous characterization of cold controlled arrogance, nor felt chilling enough for someone as sinister and powerful as Lucifer.

President-ifer was dull, and him discovering sex was ???

But late-seasons Pellegrino is absolutely my least favorite of all, hands down and a million times into infinity and beyond. It's not like he can't act; he's interesting as Nick, he was great in S5, and that scene with Sam in the cave blows my mind and almost redeems the rest of it. But it’s clear that he was getting direction and writing to keep playing this persona, to more or less continue in the vein of hallucifer, and that was a huge neon-flashing wtf-are-you-writing mistake.

Anyway - more detailed explanation of why the characterization of hallucifer and late-seasons lucifer genuinely breaks my suspension of disbelief under the cut.

1. It undermines the horror.

We have Sam who has spent an eternity in the cage with Lucifer, and Jared P who is bringing his absolute a-game giving us terrified, traumatized Sam. We have Lucifer whispering in his ear about this not being real. We have this incredible capacity for horror and it is genuinely intensely horrifying to think about.

And then we have this -

And it's just embarrassing.

I get maybe it's death by a thousand cuts, it's the horror of an unending annoyance, but it's not horror. It's not presented as horror, not how Pellegrino is acting it and I have to assume not how it was written. Certainly not how it’s being framed and blocked and edited.

How can I be in the narrative and immersed when the literal cosmic horror of the devil is literally doing his best impression of a whining 3-year old? This beloved character (Sam) has suffered for hundreds if not thousands of years, is desperate and holding on by a thread, and still this is presented less like authentic torture for Sam than for my remaining braincells as an audience member.

This is not meant to undermine the difficulty or distress that anyone who experiences irl hallucinations experiences. The distress of not knowing what is real and what is not is itself its own fundamental struggle, regardless of the content of the hallucination. That’s part of what makes the setup to hallucifer in the season premier work. My complaints though are about narrative, and about the narrative role and tone these hallucinations take, and what they accomplish for the audience and character.

On that note, undermining the horror does a massive disservice to Sam's character because as no point should the audience be looking at this and wondering if this is how Lucifer acted in hell and what Sam was experiencing as torture, not when Sam is suffering so damn much and so traumatized by what he experienced.

There are ways to clarify that Lucifer is, at the end of the day, really an errant child craving his father's approval, craving attention and adoration from all around him, without making him act like a literal human child. He never was a human child; the comparison and tonality and banality makes no sense. Maybe - maybe if they went with a child actor, it would dial the creep factor up by a thousand and be interesting. There's no reason for Lucifer to look like the Nick vessel at all so ? Actually let's make that #2.

2. The hallucination’s form itself makes little to no sense.

I get that Sam met Lucifer first in Nick's body but wait - no he didn't. Lucifer first appeared to him as Jessica. Lucifer's main canon trait throughout literally all of the seasons is mindgames. He'll appear as a loved one -- lover, father, friend -- to manipulate you. He'll point out all the demons who manipulated you growing up on his orders (even if it was via Azazel) and then kill them 'for you' because how dare they do exactly what he wanted them to do. He'll promise you the world and take literally everything you've ever loved. It's what he does.

So for Lucifer to appear in the least personalized visage of all makes no sense whatsoever, either to his S5 characterization or to how Sam would experience a hallucination of him.

My best headcanon to make sense of it is is that Nick would be 'safe' in comparison to any other face that hallucifer could take on, so that’s what Sam’s mind manages to force him to appear as in these hallucinations. But ... that’s a stretch.

Realistically I understand there are constraints with getting actors. Maintaining this hallucination plot, having Sam’s hallucinations take on Jessica’s, Dean’s visage, or John’s visage (especially JDM!John) might be a challenge. Going some type of full-CGI monstrous face is expensive and runs the risk of failing to impress. I personally think it would be super interesting though if they’d branched out a bit and gone with Mary, maybe? Or Ruby (I wonder if Gen would have been free or if this coincides with having kids), or a rotating set of any of the above. Also, Sam’s face. Again, I know that adding more work for Jared or Jensen would be a lot and have its own complexities, but if it was sparing, if it wasn’t always the same visage, if we as the audience were never sure if Sam was talking to real!Dean or if it’s a hallucination.

They do that a bit with 7x02, with Sam going to that warehouse with a gun and believing he was with Dean the whole time. That was horror. If they’d kept up little tricks like that off and on, not overused, it would have been neat. Hell, even if it was strangers! How fucked up would it be if we see Sam interviewing a witness on a case and then Dean comes up and gently informs him there’s no one there and the witness’s face morphs into a grin and Sam is slammed into a flashback? We wouldn’t even need to see the flashback, just Sam’s reaction -- panic, responding to things we (and Dean) can’t see, begging Dean for it to stop? The sheer distress?

And I get they didn’t want to go that hard, too. Kripke fought hard with the network about the tone of the show, about the dark and de-saturated colouring, about some of the narrative choices. I’m sure Gamble had similar fights at times. But regardless of how else they played it, going with Nick’s face as default just doesn’t make sense to me, and it takes me out of the narrative because it makes me go “Why Nick’s face? Why Pellegrino? Because they couldn’t get someone else? Or was he the first choice and they’re just never going to explain that?” and that’s just... not what I want to sit there thinking about when I’m watching a show.

3. The personality is literally out of character.

This is more damning for late seasons than hallucifer, but it still bothers me about hallucifer.

Because we met Lucifer. He is old, and he is powerful. He'd been God's favorite, been the rebel, been cast down, been in the cage for eons, had snuck his voice through and whispered to Azazel and manipulated so much despite for so long being off screen. He haunted the show, haunted Sam. He was and is a primordial menace -- a Being of esteemed and incredible power, so much so that he's almost impossible to actually kill -- that their best hope was to re-cage at great peril and sacrifice because there is literally nothing in their arsenal that can come even close to destroying him.

This power makes Lucifer confident and callous. He's removed and alien, detached like you said in your ask. He’s untouchable and he knows it.

If he was like that for all the time we've seen him, for The End as Samifer, if he is an entity that has existed basically from before time and is an unkillable all-powerful unknowable force of nature -- why the hell is he so different in Sam's mind and in later seasons?

With hallucifer, we can give some leeway, because it’s an interpretation of Lucifer being challenged through Sam’s brain. Despite that, it doesn’t work for me because there's nothing we know of Sam before or after this point that makes it clear why he'd reinterpret his eons of time in the cage with Lucifer, Michael, and Adam into the overgrown Nick-faced manchild of his hallucinations. His brain maybe doing its best to reinterpret that trauma into the most pitiable form of Lucifer, the pathetic little brother who whines for attention? Maybe, okay. But how did that come about in the first place, and why didn’t the narrative provide us with any insight into that thought process or experiential reasoning?

Is it because of Sam’s clown phobia? I bet it’s the clown phobia

But this is especially damning for late-seasons Lucifer. There is no convenient excuse as to why he acts in the way hallucifer does. What reason does he have for playing with Crowley and making him grovel like he does, when Lucifer as we know him (as he states and acts himself even late seasons) is more than happy to wipe anyone and anything off the map if they so much as inconvenience him. I know he eventually goes to kill Crowley, but I can’t find any basis in the text for why he’d enjoy treating Crowley like this...

And it’s inconsistent, which doesn’t help. He’s by turns churlish and childish like an extension of his childlike hallucination self...

And by other turns almost personable, in a way that doesn’t make sense given, again, how alien Lucifer is and should be, how removed. Here the way he’s being glib comes across so much more naturally, as if from a place of genuine emotion:

And it personalizes him for that moment, for all that he gesticulates more than his Season 5 presentation did with all those controlled and precise movements. But it’s like -- which is it? Is Lucifer more human than we give him credit for? Is he controlled and alien? is it just a humanlike act he’s decided to put on for the ease of manipulating others?

And if so, if he recognizes how powerful that act is, why does he by turns instead act like...

Whatever the hell this is?

It’s as if they took every feature Lucifer had in S5 and exaggerated it. Because not all of this is from nowhere. Season 5 Lucifer was by turns also amorphous in how he presented himself, depending on what the situation called for. He took on different visages with variable degrees of acting human in order to manipulate.

Even outside of that, he was not always or inherently without humour. His arrogance came out in a certain cocky casual humour, not without some pop-culture knowledge he’s managed to glean, either from his vessel’s mind or through the years listening through the bars of his cage or else since coming to earth...

So it’s not that there’s no basis for the late-seasons personality. But in late seasons it doesn’t come across as controlled or sinister. He loses the intensity of what we see in season 5, the control and confidence that we still get glimpses of when he’s serious, to (for example) his use of pop culture looking like...

That. Yeah.

And I’ll allow the reading that:

He’s doing all this deliberately and with intent, even the childish churlishness and even the exaggerated gestures. But if so like... why. Again, questions I would like the narrative to explore rather than being taken out of the narrative instead.

4. It undermines the mythos.

Lucifer is cold. They establish that in such an interesting way at the end of Season 5, with Nick-ifer blowing on the glass and drawing out a pitchfork in the frost. He literally tells it to the audience, that they always get it wrong, thinking that the devil burns hot. And it's always stuck with me.

And then even when they go full horror with Sam's hallucinations - this is what we get.

It's impactful, I'll grant you. Sam having memories of being burned alive as part of what he experienced, and having to relive those sitting on a motel bed and trying to keep himself together? It's better than every Pellegrino hallucifer scene combined because it's a crystal clear view of what Sam is experiencing that evokes an actual fight/flight reaction in the audience, a real tension. It’s horror.

But it still pisses me off because Lucifer is cold. I know i’m being nit-picky and pedantic but that’s what this salt post is for so hear me out.

I'm sure Lucifer could and would and (presuming he felt like it) did use fire to torture Sam, so maybe I'd forgive them for this if the rest of hallucifer was better, but like - this is not Lucifer’s actual Go-To. This is The Thing he derides as being 'not him'. That's what demons use in Hell, and he hates demons, like that is established. This is specifically what people get wrong, and he's arrogant enough that I honestly think he'd think himself above using fire to torture. So simple, so pedestrian. Holy oil fire is one of the few things that can injure an Archangel, can trap them in place. The Lucifer that exists in my head would turn up his nose at the stuff.

Let's detour to Robert Frost for a second:

Some say the world will end in fire / some say in ice / From what I've tasted of desire / I hold with those who favor fire / But if I had to perish twice / I think I know enough of hate / to say that for destruction ice / is also great and would suffice.

So aside from loving that poem, I've sort of wrapped it into my headcanons about Michael, Lucifer, and the Apocalypse. Michael is destruction by fire, and Lucifer is destruction by ice. If both Michael and Lucifer are in their true vessels and duking it out on a cosmic scale, the world burns (and the meek inherit the earth, if Michael doesn't throw a temper tantrum and continue to burn it to ash after God doesn't return). If Lucifer wins though, if only Lucifer has his vessel and Michael gets taken out at any point - the world freezes slowly, like a nuclear winter, choking out life slowly and carefully so as not to miss anything in its haste, leaving nothing left in its path.

That's what Lucifer means to me within the mythos of Supernatural - a slow and steady destruction. A patient force that has been in existence since Before and anticipates he will exist until After, with only a single real threat in the form of his brother -- and thus only a single real thing which evokes genuine emotion from him. Sam evokes emotion because of Michael, because without Sam then he cannot defeat Michael. But Sam is secondary to Michael, is a means to that end, even if Lucifer has some degree of obsession with him, it's about his body and his role in Lucifer and Michael's story, not with Sam as a person.

Sam is in every meaningful way impersonal to him, right up until he takes back control anyway. Right until he becomes a threat in his own right, and destroys Lucifer and Michael both in one fell human swoop.

Which would and does account for some of the personalization we see in hallucifer, with the casual and close intimacy, with Lucifer knowing what's in Sam's mind and keeping tabs on what he's up to even later, with appearing to him as his father in S11 and pulling Sam directly to the cage rather than working through proxies like Azazel and Lilith. He knows Sam intimately, extraordinarily, and it is personal.

And Jared plays that to a tee, with Sam’s knowledge of Lucifer, his flinching fear, his never letting Lucifer out of his line of sight -- his shame and devastation when Lucifer returns, when Lucifer resurrects him, when telling Jack who Lucifer really is and especially when talking to Rowena about Lucifer’s true face, his empathy.

Because that side of Lucifer is sinister, so deeply sinister on that fundamental level of what’s in your bones, cosmic and inevitable. And again, this -

is Not.

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sharpshooterbarton · 3 years ago

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Here’s a another something between Natasha & Katie !! I love Nat & Katie so yeah expect to see more of them here :D This was originally writte a few time ago & intead of Katie it was a clintasha oc that i created & love deeply to this day but i felt like it could also work between katie & nat. i'll be posting this on ao3 as well & if you guys have any request please send them in !! also please forgive me if there's any mistakes or misspellings. I tried to correct them all but we never know.

“If I start getting gray hairs, it’s going to be your fault.”

Natasha said to her daughter, who at first wanted to laugh at her mother’s words but decided it was better if she just stayed quiet for the time being.

She was still in trouble, after all.

The two redheads were in the Avengers compound medical wing, where Katie had been taken after a mission that got out of control earlier.With an arm and a few broken ribs, plus a few bruises across her face, Katie didn't have much of a chance to escape her mother's lectures. Especially because she could have been in worse shape if she hadn't gotten lucky.

“You could have died, Katie.” Natasha continued, causing Katie to drop her gaze to the floor. “What were you thinking? I didn't teach you to act that way!”

“I needed to do something, okay?" “For the first time, Katie spoke on her defense. Her blue eyes quickly met her mother's green ones, before looking down to the ground again. “I…I know I was reckless and I know i putted myself in danger, but I had to find a way to save those people. They needed help and i needed to do something!”

Natasha sighed.

“I understand that, but acting on your own the way you did? You almost got yourself killed, Katie. How would that help anyone?” There’s no response from the younger one so she continued. “You have to know when to back off if necessary!

“But i knew what i was doing” Katie raised her voice again. She didn't want to start a fight but she needed to speak her mind.“I guess that’s what you don’t get it! I know it was risky but it was a calculated risk! You have to stop treating me like a child all the time.”

“Then stop acting like one!” Natasha's angry tone made Katie fall silent once again. Letting out a long, tired sigh, the avenger placed one hand on her forehead, the other on her waist. She knew she was being too hard on her daughter, but she couldn't help it. That whole situation had scared her, and she hated when it happened. because even after all these years, she still didn't know how to deal with that fear when it came to something happening to her little girl.

“Sometimes I wish you weren't so much like your father.” she said at last. “You both have a heart of gold, and want to help everyone, but sometimes…. Looks like you guys are just trying to kill yourselfs.”

“Don’t say that, he's not here to defend himself– ”

“No jokes now.”

“I’m just saying!” Katie resisted the urge to question whether her father already knew what had happened. Since Clint was somewhere on a mission alongside Captain America, the answer would probably be no. But she knew he would know soon enough.

The two were silent for a few moments. Their fights usually went that way. A big argument, which was often followed by a long silence, until one of the two would manifest, seeking a truce.

This time, Katie decided to take the initiative. She was the one needing apologize after all.

“Okay, i’m really sorry.” Her tired voice caught her mother's attention. “I didn't mean to worry you.” I know I had to have a better plan and i know I was luckily nothing very serious happened. I won’t forget this incident. Lesson learned.”

Natasha could tell when her daughter was lying and when she she was only saying what people wanted to hear. And in that situation, that wasn't what was happening. Those words came from her heart.So she approached slowly, taking a seat beside her daughter.

“I just don't want something to happen to you, Katie.” She placed her hand on her daughter chin, so that she would look into her eyes again.

“I know.”

She didn't say anything, but Natasha was sure that her daughter actually didn't quite understand what she really meant by that.

Katie was her only child, a child she long believed she couldn't have. She was a piece of her and clint, she was special to both of the. Since she was born, it has been the most important thing in her entire life – and she knew she was the most important thing on clint's life too. So losing her wasn’t an option. Losing her would be too cruel – it would probably destroy her.

That's why Natasha was sometimes a little too hard on her daughter. As much as Katie was already 17 years old, she still felt very responsible for her. All she wanted was to keep her daughter safe, because she knew, better than anyone, how dangerous and cruel their chosen life could be.

“Can we go home now?” Katie’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. Opening a small smile, Natasha ran her hand through the young woman's reddish hair, unable to deny the request.

“Yeah– we can. You need to rest.”

She got up, gathering their belongings so they could leave.

“Mom?” Katie called again and she looked at her. “I know I mess up sometimes, but you're not getting rid of me that easy.

“That's what I hope, Kiddo.”

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years ago

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H E L L O! I've read all your fics and I absolutely love them to death. Do you have any recommendations? I've already read so many by attackonfics and Ackermans-freedom-Inc so I was hoping you might have some more recs for me.

Hello sweet nonnie thank you so much for your kind words I'm so so so happy you like my stories 👉🏻👈🏻

Many many fic recs under the cut, some from Tumblr, some from deviant art, I'll be adding many stories here as days go by. I only have one mind and its very disfunctional when I'm trying to remember all good fics I've liked so forgive me for not including more stories for the time being.

Wall Maria by @sasageyowrites this is my ✨aBSOLUTE✨ favorite. My heart stings while I think about this fic, my knees go week, me eyes water, I don't think I've ever felt this intense way about a fic before. It pains me to think about it.

Dried Paint by @melancholicmonologue (there's something so beautiful about this amazing fluffly fic, it's the aura around it, the way it's beautifully written, Mara is also the sweetest and even if we just became friends I love her lots)

The Short End of A Stick by @alrightberries it's funny and fluffy at the same time, literally all I ever want and more in a fic.

Hearth by @proseofpandemonium this was for me, I know cheesy of me to pick this one but can you blame me for being a sucker for tooth rotting wintery fluff?

Iced Tea by @miekasa I love I love I love this, I wish it never ended, it's exactly the type of fic I enjoy, it has comic relief and very clever author commentary, honestly I really felt like I wouldn't get enough of this even if it was 27262k words long. Bye

7 Minutes by @attackonfics this one is on ao3 and the pairing is Eren/ reader, now even if Eren x reader fics are not my usual cup of tea this one is so amazing that has me feelings some type of way, and I can never wait for a new update (yeah I know my sweet anon, you said you've read most of kw's fics but I had to mention this)

You're So Pretty by @starstruckkittensweets just read this alright? And tell me how's your blush doing afterwards

Soft by @sneighl it's funny, uwu and there's sub Levi, so Levi nation is winning

7 Things by pearpie13 on Deviant art, this was one of my first snk fanfictions, I still read it religiously, the pairing is Jean/ Reader also, prepare for some angst

Three Little Sticks by Stevie-writtes on Deviant Art, another Jean/ reader fic, another one of my first snk fics, another fic I can't get out of my mind even after six years

Brat by Winkwankwonk On ao3, I have no words for this, sub Levi, amazing writting, slow burn, very nice played out plot

Abeille by @ackermans-freedom-inc I know you said you've reader most of Suz's fics but! I re read Abeille like it's my bible

This requested songfic by @ackerfiction it makes me soft, but it also makes me want to cry

Pet loss by @anlian-aishang having lost too many pets this story spoke to me in a different way, I had to stop reading it just to cry before I continued, it doesn't help that the dog I was mourning for was called Levi either, or it did help... -just read the fic honestly, you're free to cry with me.

Salt and Midnight by @hxwks-gf no words, head empty, just this, so read it

Language by @lucysarah-c very cute crack fic of modern Levi and uncle Kenny

I'll Wait For You...I Promise by Jewsters1986 on ao3, although I have never finished it, it's a very beautiful Levi fic, I strongly recommend it, I'd spend days reading it non stop

Control by NovaBomb on ao3, we're going bold with this one, the thirst is real, also kudos to this work for inspiring me to get better at writting

Wanting by Xilianr on ao3, light suspense werewolf fic, yes there was a time when I was obsessed with those

And Then There Were Three by Scripturient (WriterOnAMission) on ao3, this one is on hiatus, but stick with me, it's worth the read, it really is, there's so much mystery around it -i love it

That Night by gemitah on ao3, did anyone say Erwin thirst?

Moonlight Kissed by TheScarletMistress on ao3, Erwin thirst once again wassup fam

Heatwave by texting_fangirl on ao3, alpha/omega dynamics, pairing is also Erwin/ reader, the thirst is real everyone.

Five's a Crowd by FuzzyCrayon on ao3, very smutty, very fivesome, but y'all have this as a cure to your Reiner, Jean, Marco and Berthold thirst, there are separate endings for each character as well, once again it's been years since I last read this but yeah. Don't slut shame you guys, I've told you before the amount and range of smut I've read in this life is unmatched.

After Hours by @acekou ace's blog is my guilty pleasure 👉🏻👈🏻 bye

Nights by @mysteriousmagicx listen, they have many many amazing stories and this is only one of my favorites, so if you haven't please read it everyone 👉🏻👈🏻

#aot fic recs #👉🏻👈🏻

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your-world-with-nct · 4 years ago

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— 2020 has been a wild year for all of us and let me start this off by saying well done to us all for simply making it through this crazy ride - if surviving this year was your biggest achievement, that’s completely okay, and i am so proud of you for being here today !! despite the many, let’s say, mishaps, that have occurred this year, both nct and nctzens have been key in my 2020 and i couldn’t be more grateful for them, so i decided to make a little appreciation post of my own before the year ends 🥰

— to my followers ;

my petals !! i can’t believe i started off this year with around 300 followers and i’m now nearing 600 🙈 this account has grown so much this year and it’s all thanks to you. if you’ve ever come across my blog, liked or reblogged a piece of mine, sent me an ask, or pressed that follow button, i want you to know that i am so grateful for you and thank you for enjoying my works 🥺 hopefully 2021 will carry the same positive energy here on your-world-with-nct as it has this year and i’m hoping that you’ll be seeing a lot more fics in the near future 👀 once again, i love you petals <3

— to my dearest mutuals ;

@emistoomultifandom

em bubs !!! i know i could easily do this on any other app or even irl but i just wanted to thank you for making my year 🥺 my lockdown wouldn’t have been the same without us constantly texting and fangirling and our ty track/bfc reunion on my birthday was elite. and obviously this new school year has been an adventure and a half so far, with all the lunch time shenanigans, revision sessions, and exam stress, but i can’t wait for the rest of it 🙈 i am so grateful that i had you by my side during 2020 and i am eternally thankful that i’ll be able to go into the new year with you by my side once again 🧡💚💜

@misfitneo

bella - my first mutual, my tumblr mum - it feels like just yesterday that you wrote a beomgyu blurb for me after seeing my pink theme; now you’ve finished college and i’m applying to colleges 🙈i know we haven’t been able to talk as much recently but that doesn’t mean i appreciate your presence any less - i’m so proud of you for getting into med school and pursuing your dream 🥺🥺 i hope that this year treated you well, and that 2021 treats you even better 💞

@nsheeteeish

loml, almost birthday-twin, fellow leo and xiaojaem stan, fave writer - what do these things have in common? they all apply to v, or, yeet anon, if you remember the days where i ranted to you about my crush and you were a baby stay 😪 not only have you delivered such amazing content on ur writing and gif blogs, but you have provided so much comfort and joy to me whenever we message with dilay 🤧 i look forward to checking your blog every day for new posts and my twt and insta notifs in case you’ve sent me something or you’ve seen what i sent you 🙈 the fact that you think of me when you see certain things just warms my heart and you’re just such a caring person in general, thank you for being a part of my 2020 v, all the best wishes for your 2021 🖤

@cloudyangers

dilay !!! my resident yangqi and the person i think of straight away whenever i see yangyang 😚 i remember when you first requested that e2l chenle blurb back in 2019 and now the only chenle stan between us is v 😁 finding you on this app again after i forgot what ur skz blog’s url was, was just amazing and i don’t know what my tumblr experience would be like without me being able to reconnect with you 🥺 thank you for being able to make me laugh effortlessly with our lack of geography knowledge and our random antics, i will always look forward to seeing the username @cloudy_____ on my dash and screaming over renhyuckyang (+ sungchan 👀) with you for years to come 🤍

@nctsoftarchives

andi bb, my fellow dad!johnny stan 🥺 seeing you post a jaemin birthday blurb for me after your return to tumblr was so sweet and i can’t believe your first post after coming back was dedicated to me 🤧 i remember the day i first messaged you and you were gushing over how you were a big fan of mine and i said the same about you - we were just going back and forth about how much we love each other’s work 😌 you are such a talented writer and you are so full of love - wishing all the best for you in the coming new year babie 🥰

@jensungf

coming across leyna’s blog after reading that jsmr fic was the best decision, because not only have i befriended a brilliant writer, but also a jensung enthusiast who is just the kindest 🥺🥺 i think now would be a good time to tell you that despite jeno’s bias wrecking antics back in august, i actually bias jisung now 😃 i know we haven’t talked in a while, because of our busy schedules, but i hope you’re resting well and i hope that 2021 won’t be as hectic for you 💟

@doyoungcore

joyce, i know we only started talking recently but the serotonin boost both you and your works have given me this year is just incredible and i am so thankful for your warm personality on your blog and for your amazing fics 🤧 i started off as a silent reader who gushed about your writing in the tags but now i’m friends with such a talented writer and we just casually ramble about doie and jaems biases and writing struggles,,, wow 🤯 (btw took some of ur tips on editing headers 🙈) i hope that next year we can expand our friendship and that i can continue to give you the feedback you deserve 🥺💕

— favourite reads of the year ;

i have reblogged all of these to my main @/lovelycharm05 before, but i just wanted these masterpieces on here with everyone since these fics are so memorable and enjoyable to me <3 (beware there is lots of me gushing over how f&%#ing good all these writing techniques and plot devices are - can you tell i’m an eng lit nerd)

@nsheetee - moonlight café

obviously v released so many iconic pieces this year but this series was just *chef’s kiss* coffee shop au’s are the cutest to me because you can do so many different things with them, and you truly showcased that through each members’ part. although i am nahyuck biased (out of all the 00 liners), i have a soft spot for jeno’s part 🥺🤧 but that doesn’t mean i’m not obsessed with jealous jaems and cocky hyuck 🙈

@notnctu - to all the j’s i loved before

the very first work i ever read of yours, joyce 🥺🥺 i remember seeing an nct network reblog this and after reading through the summary of the series, i was enticed by the plot and i read most of your masterlist whilst waiting for the next parts 🤧 the main character’s relationship with each ‘j’ was unique to them and their interactions were just so sweet to read (except jaemin’s >:( why did my ult’s part have to be the angsty one 😤 jk jk i loved it anyways) special mention to ‘cupid’s arrow’, because that fic was an emotional rollercoaster and i loved that almost as much as i love bestfriend!jungwoo in the last part 😌

@misfitneo - lee haechan’s pride

it would be a sin if i didn’t include this in my top reads this year, pun intended 😌, especially since i have a weakness for mafia aus. i haven’t had the time to read mark or renjun’s parts yet, but from what i read in this fic, i’m sure theirs are just as good, if not better. the storybuilding and the development of the plot are so detailed and intricate and that is what i love in a fic. i already reviewed this on my main with a lengthy description of my favourite parts so i’m gonna keep this short and sweet - if you love haechan, mafia au’s, and enemies to lovers, you need to read this !!

@jensungf - passing clouds + only forever

these fics hit different now that i bias jisung 😭 ‘passing clouds’ was pure angst and as much as it hurt, it was written so beautifully and i loved it so much. ‘only forever’ healed the jisung shaped hole in my heart and made me fall in love with him all over again. the first love vibes he gives off is unbelievable and that innocence was presented perfectly in this 🤧 side note: never let jisung bake for you even if it’s as a peace offering 😖

@hyucksie - in the long run + second first kiss

although ‘sweet talk’ and ‘silent treatment’ are also contenders for some of my favourite fics of the year, these two have taken the cake 😌 the concept itself of time travel and mark and y/n seeing their future child was so creative and the mixed emotions that the characters experienced seeing their future were executed so well and the ending when their actual future selves remembered the day they time travelled 🥺🥺 not to mention the sequel doesn’t feel forced at all, the story flows well, and jealous mark is a cutie 🥰

@luvdsc - not clickbait

i’ve been following cat after i first read ‘i turned my best friend into an e-boy!! (and kissed him)’ and ever since then every piece of hers that i’ve read is simply breathtaking and so engaging. her style of writing is so unique and whenever i read anything of hers i feel so immersed in the fic. the dreamies as youtubers and tiktokers was such a cute concept to me and the little comment section at the end of each fic is probably my favourite part 😳 the way each member’s fic connects to the plot of another is perfect and their cameos in one another’s fic >>> (jisung telling y/n about the tiktok challenge in mark’s fic + cameraman jisung in chenle’s) i could keep talking abt this series for a lot longer but i’ll end it here, also i can’t wait for norensung’s parts 💞💞

@pwarkhans - the neo academy

i’ve probably mentioned my love for ‘the umbrella academy’ before but THIS !!! this series just made me love it even more 🙈 despite yangyang’s part being the only one that’s out, that and the prologue are interesting enough and seeing the 00 liners in this alternate universe is honestly amazing jxjwjxkw jaemin as three and hyuck as two is everything. the brothers’ relationship, especially in yangyang’s part, is so complicated yet so cute and i can’t wait for the rest of the members’ parts 💘

@yongtxt - vintage

when i first stumbled across this series, i was immediately intrigued by the plot, and not just because it was about rapper!mark and singer!y/n🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 the side characters (dreamies + doie and jisoo) were so funny and well-written and the plot >>>> i was so invested in the twists and turns of the story, the relief i felt when the conflict was finally resolved and we got our fav musician couple !!

@byunbaekby - apartment b23

i only found this series recently but wow am i invested in the plot already 😭😭 the conflict in the story is realistic and feels like something you could actually relate to. norenmin’s friendship/bond is so strong and evident through the story and the side characters are my babies (heejin, shuhua, lia - ily 🤧) i can’t wait for the rest of this series since i am a sucker for the perfect balance of angst, fluff, and crack in this 🥰

— favourite works of the year ;

unfortunately i haven’t had enough time to release any fics this year, and i’m hoping that that won’t be the case next year, but here are my top 5 favourite blurbs that i enjoyed writing and reading <3

1:48pm -> dad!johnny

one of the most popular blurbs on my blog to this day 🥺 honestly i get why, who doesn’t love dad!johnny? hyejoo is literally so adorable here and the family dynamics make me soft all over again whenever i reread this piece. also everyone’s reactions and replies to this are so heartwarming because everyone’s just whipped for the suh family 🙈

1:05pm -> soulmate!taeyong

i love soulmate au’s but something always irked me with the permanence of your soulmate like ,,, what if you end up falling out of love with them? then what? that inspired me to write my own take on soulmates, where they aren’t found, but made. taeyong’s character here is just so full of love and you know how much i love lovable boys 🤧 (ever wondered why i ult na jaemin...?)

12:13pm -> boyfriend!mark

7dream!!!! i don’t usually write domestic fluff even though it’s one of the genres i indulge in the most 😔 but when i do, i go all out because everyone needs to know how soft i am for my boys >:( mark’s love for the dreamies is so unique and i love their friendship so much, i had to write about it when i first heard about the 7dream announcement which i definitely did not cry at

11:40pm -> boyfriend!jeno

this was one of the first requests i ever got and i was just so touched than someone personally requested something from me AND it was jeno 🥺🥺 everytime i read the tags under this, everyone is just gushing over jeno and like,,, same 🙈 this type of fluff >>>

waking up with wayv -> wayv reaction

when em first requested this, i didn’t exactly know how to write something for each member without being too repetitive, but in the end, i loved the mini plots i wrote for them and it’s just one of my underappreciated faves 🥰

— favourite releases of the year ;

just a few of my favourite albums that got me through online school and revision sessions for offline school 🥲 ft. lots of nct + october albums bc that month was PACKED

nct 2020 - resonance pt1 + pt2

nct 127 - neozone: the final round

nct dream - ridin’

wayv - awaken the world

superm - super one

enhypen - border: day one

twice - eyes wide open

txt - minisode1: blue hour

seventeen - semicolon

stray kids - go live + in life

itzy - not shy

conan gray - kid krow

if you’ve managed to read all the way to the end, congrats for putting up with my lengthy and very sappy sentiment and sorry that you had to go through all of that 😭😭 thank you for being a part of my 2020, i hope that the new year allows us all to have a fresh start and brings us the opportunities we didn’t have this year. happiest new year to you all 🥳 (even tho it’s not 2021 yet when i’m posting this :))

#nobody tagged me in this but i saw loads of ppl doing it so i was like >:( i wanna do one #and by loads of ppl i mean joyce 🙈#this was a lot longer than i thought it would be but i have a lot to say lmao #end of the year wrap up #mutuals ✨

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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 7

Warnings: None Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Zuko/OC Summary: “You have everything you’ve ever wanted.” “No.” He said softly. “Not everything…” His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. “I guess not.” She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

Feeling smug about the events at the abbey and riding that beast around the land Tsai decided to go for a walk to clear her head.

Should she have done more to capture the Avatar?

It would've been wrong to steal Zuko's glory. After all he had made capturing the Avatar his life's mission and who was she to try and take that away from him? And then he always said that she only got in the way. This thought irked her to no end. 'If only he knew,' a cocky smirk made way to her face.

xxx

'Again!' Her grandfather had once said to her.

'But grandpa! I'm so tired. We've been practicing all day the nine year old dropped to her knees exhausted. 'Mecha doesn't even have train half as much as I do with his fire bending.'

He looked at her with hard brown eyes.

'Mecha can afford to be weak. He has the gift of fire bending and I'm afraid you don't.' She lowered her light brown eyes sadly. 'You're always going to work twice as hard for everything that you want Tsai. Both as a woman and as a non-bender.' He explained.

He took in a deep breath before the older man took a fighting stance. The man was about to bark again but instead changed his mind. 'Come with me,' he had said turning away calmly instructing his grand daughter to follow. 'I want to give you something.'

xxx

The girl toyed with the choker sunstone necklace around her neck. He had given it to her that day and she had seldom taken it off. Her grandfather had said it had once belonged to her grandmother. An elegant lady from the Fire Nation whom Tsai had never met since she passed the day in which she was born. Her grandfather rarely spoke about her, she always assumed the memory was too painful for the man. However, in family portraits and paintings she had seen that they both shared the indistinguishably blazing red hair.

Zuko had been terribly rude to her the day before so he deserved to suffer out his paralysis for a little while longer. She did not want to be around by the time that June awoke and face her wrath and she had the feeling that Iroh was in a heavenly bliss with the beautiful woman laying on him. And so she traveled the local market and took her sweet time buying rare herbs, tea and even some local perfumes and lotions as souvenirs for her family.

She took her sweet time, even pulling her wrist to her nose every once in a while to enjoy the scent of her new perfume. However, as she attempted to steer her thoughts clear she kept on flashbacking to the Avatar's expression as their eyes met across the abbey. She still hadn't figured how to interpret that. The Avatar, he was a symbol for equality. Maybe just maybe he would be able to help her bring some peace to her nation... Would she be considered an aid to him? Letting him go like that? She would've become a blood traitor to not only her family but to her nation. The daughter of the Vice-Royal Governor a traitor to her own people- she shook her head not even wanting to think of the royal chaos that would be.

She still debated if she had done the right or wrong decision in not fighting the Airbender. There was something about it that bothered her to no end.

The sun was setting by the time that Tsai arrived on the ship. She arrived just in time to see the soldiers stepping out.

"We're going to the local market for some supplies," explained the cook. "While the mechanics check the ship engine and make sure everything is well functioning." Not giving it much mind the girl nodded and walked in. "Also-" Added the lieutenant. "This arrived for you," he said handing her a scroll that arrived with one of the ship's fire hawks.

It had to be from Mecha! She grinned broadly and leaned against the one of the ship's walls cooly as she unwrapped the scroll snacking on some mixed nuts she had gotten at the market.

Her heart stopped and a nut went the wrong way when she read the words that her brother had writte. She beat her chest in an effort to lodge it out of place and gasped at the attached paper he sent.

It was a WANTED - REWARD poster with her face plastered on it. The charges were the following: obstruction of justice, breaking in entering restricted military premises and being an accomplice and aiding of enemies of the Fire Nation. Under the information was a very well descript drawing of her. Names: Unknown, alias "Haru".

'Tsai,

Tell me why my sister 's face is on a wanted poster and goes by the alias of "Haru?"

This is either the coolest of the dumbest thing you have ever done. (Know that I am having it framed and hanged in my room). I have been hiding the posters from mom and dad and the rest of You Dao but it won't be long before somebody realizes that it is you and identifies you. I'm afraid you can't get very far with that bloody hair color of yours my dearest sister.

A traitor to the nation huh? Just what are you doing in that boat with the banished prince and his uncle? I have been taking care of all of your governing duties, so do not worry about that. Baku, Moss and Ana send their helloes. It's been nice getting to know some of your friends.

(Mother keeps asking if we should plan a Royal wedding- ignore that. (She insisted that I wrote that.) I had to remind her that you are ONLY just sixteen.)'

She rapidly flipped the page of the scroll and read his inked words in the back.

'And in regards of the Avatar.' He began. 'I wish I could just ship the library to you. But after extensive research I'm afraid I didn't find much. I mean why would there be any texts about the Avatar in the Fire Nation colonies to begin with?

However, here is what I can tell you. Air benders are particularly skilled in defensive techniques. They were known to be peaceful people, have mainly vegetarian diets, their leadership was guided by monks- they are known to be fast and easy on their feet. One hasn't been seen in more than a hundred years. Also apparently they were famous for their custard pies.

In regards of the Avatar- His last life was Avatar Roku born in the Fire Nation, the next will be born a water bender. You see the Avatar follows a cycle. Fire, Air, Water and Earth. It follows this cycle over and over again and must master the elements in that order. In this case it's going to be Air, Water, Earth and Fire. Get what I mean?

I hope I was of help. I miss you Tsai. Please be safe. Do not make me worry. I don't know how much dad can do to pardon you if you get into too much trouble.

Be safe, please.

If you're getting in trouble... I hope it's worth it.

- Mecha'

The nuts slipped off her hand and spilled all over the floor. She ran inside of the Captain cabin on the deck's floor where she knew that all of the maps and Avatar information was being kept. She pointed a finger at it and lightly traced the map with her finger. It seemed as if Zuko had been following the Avatar's trail all the way from the Southern Water Tribe up north. He had been traveling north for some months now and simply seemed to be climbing higher and higher in the map. It was then that the realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

"He's going to the Northern Water Tribe," she breathed her finger landed on the icy north pole. It made sense. The Avatar had already mastered air, he had to master water now if he wanted to advance to the next element.

"He's going to the water tribe," she repeated again almost in disbelief. She had figured it out. Her grip tightened around the letter her brother had sent. Dropping the goods she had bought she sprinted outside and tore the letter into the ocean. She leaned over the rail her eyes following the bits and pieces of paper that drifted down to the black waters and vanished into the darkness of the sea.

She had to get out of here. And fast. Before Admiral Zhao's men came to lock her up and collect their reward. She felt that Zuko wouldn't hesitate in fingering her over to the Fire Nation authorities. He'd be more than glad to have her of his ship! What if they got in trouble? What if her family got in trouble?

She had done a grave mistake. Feeling her anxiety churning in her stomach she quickly turned around ready to gather her belongings and leave but suddenly stopped in her way. Prince Zuko was standing a few feet away on the ship's deck and he did not look happy. He wore his hair up, his eyes appeared to glow with the sun which was setting behind them. It took her a moment to realize that he wasn't only unhappy, he was fuming, absolutely and completely livid.

"You!" He snarled out. He stomped towards her. "You had him in front of you and you let him go!" He put his hands on her and shoved her in a provocative matter. "What are you talking about?" She scoffed back pushing his hands of her person. "The Avatar!" The other roared. "He spoke to you! You had him in front of you and you let him go!" He raged.

In Zuko's eyes this was the greatest betrayal. She had had the opportunity to capture his honor. To help him. To for once to help him reach his ultimate goal and she didn't. Instead she stood there and conversed with the enemy. She was a snake. A beautiful venomous red snake that would slowly consume him.

"How could you do this to me?!" His voice cracked and he shuffled uncomfortably at the crack of his emotions.

"How could I do this?" She raised an eyebrow confused. "What did you want me to do? Knock him out with my bare hands?," She once again scoffed at his ridiculous suggestion with heavy sarcasm. "I guess I just didn't want to "Get in your way,"" She said nastily before brushing past him brushing past his shoulder as she passed him.

She didn't see it. The rage and anger that was boiling inside of him like a volcano ready to explore.

"Agni Kai! You and Me. Now!" He demanded, his voice hard and void of emotion. She looked over her shoulder and huffed before shaking her head.

"You can't do that," she turned once again granting him her full attention. Her eyes momentarily drifted to the dock. Just where was Iroh? Or anybody else? SOMEBODY that could intervene.

"Now!" He roared once again.

"You're insane," she said eyes blowing wide with a blend of shock and fear. "You've gone mad. I'm not like my brother. I can't bend fire."

It was then that he walked towards the nearby wall and grabbed a broom that was leaning against the wall. With one swift movement he split it into two breaking it over his knee.

"Who said anything about fire?" He said raising up he a half of the broom in one hand and aggressively thrusting it in her direction. She shifted her body dodging it and looked at him perplexed before he threw the other half at her, the half with the hay sticks at the end that was functional for sweeping. She barely caught it and held it awkwardly between her hands.

She was beginning to regret ever coming abroad this ship. This was a huge mistake. Coming on this trip. It was then that he charged towards her, and now Zuko was going to make a roasted kabob out of her.

"I am not going to fight you!" She protested as she dodged his swift attacks. She blocked another with her makeshift broom sword. "Zuko stop!" She pleaded.

He attacked again. "Good reflexes, "he complimented the slightest grin on his face.

"I'm trying my best," she struggled but failed to hide the odd smirk that was also growing on her features.

It was finally that with a handful of clever hits and swats he whipped the wooden sword out of her hands. Her back was pressed against the deck's railing she was cornered and heaving. Sweat slid down her temple from the strain of fighting him. He presently had the wooden stick directly pointed at her throat.

It was almost night now. With the sun glowing an orange light and the clouds turning shades of pink, lavender and dark purple.

"I said, I wasn't going to fight, and there's no honor in winning a one sided battle." She appeared distraught as she looked down at the pointy end of his 'weapon'. He wanted to push her to the edge. He wanted to see that darkness he knew she was hiding beneath the layers of poise and properness that she carried herself with. He wanted to know who was that vicious person he found skulking around the Pohuai Stronghold. He had to know what she was hiding - all of her vile secrets.

"Ever since you arrived on my ship you have been nothing but a pest! You are irritating! You distract my Uncle and I can't stand you." He took a deep breath. "What do you want?" He demanded inching the stick dramatically. She remained silent, only looking at him with horrified eyes. "What do you want? Why are you really here?" He shouted his voice getting rougher and louder with each sentence He tossed the broom stick to the side and his hands pried themselves to her upper arms as he held her in place. "Why are you-"

This. It was just like that other night. She knew that Zuko had many inner and outer demons to fight, but would he actually hurt her? She wanted to slap herself for letting out a vulnerable whimper as his voice became more stern. He saw her eyes become large as they welled with tears. "Why are you-" His voice was softer now, almost a whisper. The strong grip on her arms became more gentle.

Zuko hated this part of himself. The instinctual one that reminded him of his father. The one that made his blood go and his temper fly in an uncontrollable rage which had been feed by years of mental and physical abuse. For a split second he saw himself in her eyes. And then it happened- He saw the shift in her poise as her eyes darkened with ill intent. Her hand jolted forward fisting the neckline of his armor just like she had done that fateful night of the Blue Spirit. She pulled him close, so close to her that she could see drops of honey being reflected in her eyes.

"Listen," she managed to utter in a menacing tone. He silenced her threat by kissing her.

Tsai felt as if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on her. Her grip on his armor weakened, she attempted to inch back but was caught between the railing and his body. His kiss was soft, gentle, almost shy. She had not expected it to be like this. She wasn't expecting to feel a full body chill and a fire stir in the core of her stomach. It took her a full moment to react and with a hand flat against his chest she pushed him back, keeping him at arms length. Her eyes wide, her expression unreadable.

He turned away before she could speak. What had he done? What had she done?

"Zuko!" She reached for his arm and held it. "Wait!" She held him back. He pulled his arm back and glared at her. His eyes filled with hurt and rejection. For a moment she had forgotten all about the anger, about the fight, about their agni kai and honor. The wanted poster and her plan to run away.

"I'm....confused," she admitted.

His expression remained stoic, lips drawn into a thin line as he remained silent. "You always remind me how you want me off your ship. You repeatedly address me as a pest. I thought you hated me- and now you- you kiss me?"

"Why don't you make your rejection less painful and just tell me it's never going to happen?" He snapped.

He was presently beating himself up for what he had just done. Unsure of his uncontrollable emotions. He regretted it so much. There was no way that a girl like Tsai would ever be interested in somebody like him. Specially somebody as hideous and temperamental. A banished prince with an obvious facial deformity. A beast. It was impossible.

"It.. It's not that," she admitted shyly. Her face glowing with a tint of a red blush.

He could not believe it. He felt her hand reach for his and hold it. He marveled at how perfectly it fit against it. Her fingers tucked in between his. He held it tightly, proudly. Not knowing when he would miss the absence of her heat.

"I've seen good in you Zuko. I've seen compassion, I've seen empathy," she stepped closer. "I know there's goodness in you and it's not only because of your many redeemable qualities," she spoke tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She gave a step closer to him.

"But you are also troubled, you're obsessive, and very rude towards your loving uncle, towards me, and let's not forget my family, which is something I cannot forgive." She leaned in close and he flinched slightly when she gently placed her hand on his cheek, leaned in and kissed his scarred face lightly. He felt as if he had been brushed with a rose's petal.

"What you're saying is, you can't be with me until I've regained my honor." he gave a step back.

"No," she sighed feeling a growing frustration. This is exactly what she was talking about. It was always about honor and the Avatar and redemption with him.

"I can't be with you until you are a changed man," a light breeze blew by and she let go of his hand. He clenched it empty, being more than aware of the coldness of it. "You need to fight your inner demons and- that's only something you can do. I will only get in the way."

"Goodnight Prince Zuko," she whispered before leaving.

xxx

AN: D-D-Damnnnnnn Finally we are getting some fiyahhhhhh burning up in here! I just wanted to say that I do not support abusive relationships and let's be real Zuko is a total prick in Book 1. Also I wouldn't let Tsai be with him with (not with that attitude at least (and don't even get me started on that haircut (the ponytail? Really?))) all the growth and development he still has to go. This idea seemed a little unrealistic to me. Both still have a long way to go!

Thoughts? I'd love to hear what you think!

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Wed[nesday] 8 May 1833

5 3/4

12 1/4

F[ahrenheit] 67° at 5 3/4 and ver[y] fine morn[in]g - ver[y] hot - at my desk at 7 - wr[ote] and finish[e]d

Let[ter] to M- [Mariana] - ver[y] near[l]y 3 p[ages] somehow did not write readily - kind let[ter] of condol[en]ce

writ[in]g on the melanch[ol]y subj[ec]t ‘I can scarce[l]y wr[ite] of an[y]th[in]g else - b[u]t you will be gl[a]d to

‘hear, I like the looks of Thom[a]s, and hope and th[in]k he is ver[y] like[l]y to be the sort of serv[an]t I want

‘one for wh[o]m I shall forev[e]r rem[em]b[e]r my obligat[io]n to you - I shall be anx[iou]s for you to

‘see Eugénie - She nev[e]r wore a cap in her life - I f[ou]nd it will n[o]t do to ta[ke] h[e]r to Langt[o]n

‘w[i]thout one - I am cert[ainl]y n[o]t disap[pointe]d in her so far - are n[o]t men eas[ie]r to manage th[a]n wom[e]n?

‘at all rates, I am forev[e]r oblig[e]d to you for all the troub[le] you ha[ve] tak[e]n for me - adieu -

‘God bless you, my d[eare]st Mary! Ev[e]r ver[y] espec[iall]y and ent[irel]y y[ou]rs AL- [Anne Lister]’ h[a]d Eugénie at 9 -

and young Parsons to cut and dress my h[ai]r - d[o]wnst[ai]rs at 11 - Mrs. Ch[arle]s Robins[o]n and lit[tle] Hugh h[a]d just call[e]d

for 10 min[ute]s - br[eak]f[a]st - wr[ote] 2 p[ages] and end to my a[un]t and th[e]n Steph. D[octo]r B- [Belcombe] call[e]d for

1/2 h[ou]r - th[in]ks he c[oul]d manage ab[ou]t Miss W- [Walker] - could have her at Thorparch very comforta

bly fortnight and then see how she was told him all about the business between π- [Mariana] and me

very good friends but our ever living together at an end explained feared there

might be some pique in her feeling at my three several and serious times preventing her

leaving δ- [Charles Lawton] and some fancies about my better circumstances and society? he seemed sur

prised and sorry but behaved remarkably well told him it was all her own doing and how much

I had g[r]ived over it but Charlotte Norcliffe had done me much good she and my aunt the only peop

le besides himself who knew of it said I should not have thought of this experiment

with Miss W- [Walker] had π- [Mariana] and I been as formerly but no pique certainly on my part but I was dull without

having some interest if Miss W- [Walker] married I would take care she did it nicely and her children

would interest mentioned π-‘s [Mariana] having asked me to live at Speake he asked if I

might not sell Shibden if factories increased No said I not for millions I have

much family pride and sense of duty to my uncle said I should [have] provided more than amply for

π- [Mariana] yes left her a life estate in all I had had she been settled with me but two days but now as I

could not name her in my will as I should have done formerly I should probably not do it at

all I said she had been more worldly than I ever was in my life and less constant too said I would

rather have Miss W- [Walker] than someone of higher rank and more worldly if I did not take her might

do worse he laughed and said you are an odd person too and took his leave th[e]n finish[e]d

the 3[r]d p[age] and wr[ote] one long and finish[e]d my let[ter] to my a[un]t - told h[e]r so th[a]t she, b[u]t nobod[y]else

w[oul]d und[er]st[a]nd, wh[a]t I h[a]d communicat[e]d to D[octo]r B- [Belcombe] on the subj[ec]t of M- [Mariana] b[u]t n[o]t a word of wh[a]t

pass[e]d ab[ou]t Miss W- [Walker] announc[e]d my agreeab[le] journ[e]y und[e]r 6 h[ou]rs - and ask[e]d for Simmens[o]ns

and col[ou]r of draw[in]g r[oo]m curt[ai]ns to s[e]nd to Kendell for the chiffonier - then wrote to Miss W- [Walker] copied

yesterday from my notebook and wr[ote] so far of today - ‘York. Wed[nesday] 8 May 1833. Th[an]k you ver[y]

‘m[u]ch for y[ou]r let[ter] w[hi]ch I can on[l]y regret w[a]s n[o]t writt[en] in bet[ter] sp[iri]ts - I ha[ve] th[ou]ght oft[e]n, and m[u]ch

‘and anx[iousl]y ab[ou]t you - you told me my last let[ter] w[a]s like a sunbeam - may th[i]s let[ter] be like

‘anoth[e]r sunbeam, and a bright[e]r! I determ[ine]d n[o]t to wr[ite] till I w[a]s off fr[om] Shibd[e]n, and am now writ[in]g

‘in the ver[y] r[oo]m where you and I were so comf[ortabl]y togeth[e]r in Oct[obe]r - If you c[oul]d recall th[a]t ti[me], w[oul]d you?

swore Doctor B- [Belcombe] to secrecy both about Miss W- [Walker] and π- [Mariana]

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1833

May

‘Consid[e]r four-and-twenty h[ou]rs - judge for yours[self], if you can; if n[o]t, ask y[ou]r sist[e]rs’ adv[i]ce,

‘and ta[ke] it - I still th[in]k th[a]t health and happ[ine]ss are w[i]thin y[ou]r reach, and, as I trust, by mo[re] ways

‘th[a]n one - I ha[ve] seen m[u]ch of y[ou]r a[un]t; and we are s[u]ch good fr[ie]nds, I do n[o]t fancy h[e]r opin[ion]s w[oul]d oppose

‘my own - I go to Langt[o]n tomor[row] (direct to me at Mrs. Norcliffes’, Langton hall, n[ea]r Malt[o]n,

‘Yorksh[i]re) and intend stay[in]g a fortnight; aft[e]r th[a]t, I m[u]st ret[ur]n to Shibd[e]n for 2 or 3 days, and shall

‘th[e]n ma[ke] the best of my way to the cont[inen]t - b[u]t, in the meanti[me], you may accomod[ate] y[ou]r plans to

‘mine, or mine to yours, if you please - I told you at part[in]g, th[a]t I w[oul]d meet you

‘on y[ou]r ret[ur]n, if you wish[e]d it - If you ha[ve] energy en[ou]gh to determ[ine], I will ta[ke] you up

‘at y[ou]r sist[e]rs’ own door at Udale ; and, as, dur[in]g the pres[en]t build[in]g operat[io]ns, it is

‘imposs[ible] to accom[oda]te extra peop[le], I c[oul]d, or, rath[er] I mean we c[oul]d, sleep at Inverness - I

‘th[in]k you w[oul]d like Eugénie, and f[ou]nd my man-serv[an]t all we want[e]d - If you dare gi[ve] a

‘fair trail, I am sanguine as ev[e]r ab[ou]t y[ou]r entire recov[er]y - wr[ite] in ans[we]r wh[a]tev[e]r

‘you th[in]k best; b[u]t wr[ite] it soon - Rouse yours[elf] whi[le] there is yet ti[me] - rememb[e]r th[a]t the

‘sun is ris[in]g so[me]whi[le] bef[ore] we see h[i]m, and th[a]t when hum[a]n ills seem w[i]thout remedy,

‘it is n[o]t bec[ause] th[a]t remedy really fails to exist, b[u]t simp[l]y bec[ause] we kno[w] n[o]t how to f[i]nd it -

‘my k[i]nd reg[ar]ds to y[ou]r sist[e]r, and Capt[ai]n Suth[erlan]d; and, be y[ou]r ans[we]r to my let[ter] wh[a]t it may. bel[ieve]

‘me ev[e]r sincere[l]y interest[e]d in y[ou]r welfare, and ev[e]r faith[full]y and affect[ionatel]y y[ou]rs AL- [Anne Lister]

‘am I n[o]t to ha[ve] the kneecaps?’ at 3 55/.. s[e]nt off my let[ter]s to my a[un]t Shibd[e]n, and to M- [Mariana] Lawt[o]n

hall, Lawt[o]n, Cheshire’ and to ‘Miss Walker, at Capt[ai]n Sutherlands’ of Udale Fortrose Ross-shire’

out at 4 5/.. - took Eugénie and b[ou]ght slippers, and silk for dress at Hudsons’, etc and th[e]n took h[e]r to Mrs. Belcombe’s

for Mrs. Milne and Charlotte to see - 1/2 h[ou]r in the minst[e]r court - th[e]n across the wat[e]r to the Duffins’ - 3/4 h[ou]r

and d[i]d n[o]t vent[u]re to go and see her - call[e]d on Mrs. Anne and Miss Gage - at din[ner] so ca[me] away - din[ner] at the hot[e]l

at 6 1/4 in 1/2 h[ou]r - at the Belcombe’s at 7 20/.. to go w[i]th Mrs. Milne to the amateur concert - tremend[ousl]y hot -

Miss Belco[mbe] and Miss Greenup and Miss Bagshaw and Hamlyn and Ch[arle]s Milne of the p[ar]ty - Mrs. Milne and I left th[e]m and walk[e]d

1/2 h[ou]r tow[ar]ds Monk bar - tea and sp[en]t the ev[enin]g at Mrs. Belco[mbe]s’ and ho[me] at 11 10/.. -wr[ote] the last 9 lines ver[y] fine

day - ver[y] m[u]ch cool[e]r th[i]s ev[enin]g F[ahrenheit] 66 1/2° at 11 1/4 p.m.

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diegolabhont · 4 years ago

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The beginning

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Zoey Wade x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes) & Poppy Mid-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

(Keep reading please, I have an explanation)

Genre: None (in this post, al least)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really.

Tags: @nevermindme-justreading

SO... here´s the thing:

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes) Beck is a trans latin guy, but you´ll see about that as the story takes off. This is just the presentation for the MC. Sorry

Now, about the PAIRING... I, as a writter, didn´t want to loose the opportunity to writte for my Queen Zoey and my other Queen Fic!Poppy (I SWEAR THAT´S NOT BECAUSE SHE´S ASIAN) so I will be using the same character to both, kinda like choices style, kinda. If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so... i´m sorry fo the grammar errors. Also, I don´t live in the US so sorry if it´s a little bit weird.

CHAPTERS

Chapter one

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Belvoire University. That´s where they were. During all of those years of hard work and hidden passion for music after heavy and demanding tasks back in the family farm, the last thing Beck Hughes thought would happen to them were getting a full scholarship for a music and composition major in one of the most prestigious institutions all over New York and they were truly, truly grateful. If you ask them, the view in here was too flashy for their simple taste, but they couldn´t complain, after all, they did have one of the best music programs at their disposition.

In the meantime, they were walking through campus feeling oh so in home. The gazes of the students around fixed on them as if Beck was some kind of alien in this glamorous and wealthy world. Beck didn´t care honestly. Too long ago they got used to teasing, to comments behind Beck´s back, to be judged for banal and superficial things. At least nobody was being dangerous. That´s why they walked with confidence and upright posture, feeling the strap of their guitar case dangle across their shoulder through his leather jacket. Maybe that bored and unimpressed expression they put up to pretend was the one to blame for the ruckus, especially when they clearly didn´t belong there, or maybe it was Beck´s second hand clothes, they didn´t know, but all that stopped mattering when their fear to be inside of a school drama came true the moment in which a noisy blonde bumped into their way.

At first they didn´t understand the magnitude of the problem, why was a simple coffee such a big deal? All the blonde girl had to do was move her lazy ass and ask for another one to herself instead of yelling to this poor girl just like a Karen. Yes, it was naïve of Beck to believe that they could interfere to peace the waters; the only thing he got was to bring all the fury from the banshee imitator right at them. Well, at least the first victim looked a bit more relaxed.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that?!” She yelled “Do you have any idea of who am I?”

No, who cares?

“I´m…”

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about who she is. But you should worry about who I am”

Beck heard a voice talking right next to them, but again… Who. Cares? People was staring still; can we all just forget everything or doing a raincheck? Beck snorted with annoyance while turn around to face the new combat player logging in.

“Come on, tag along, shall we? Let’s acknowledge everybody’s name! The guy in the back, who are you? Who are everyone? I totally care!”, he thought for a split second, but their brain stopped working completely to the sight of a stunning and beautiful strawberry blonde standing right in front of them. He didn’t even notice how everyone was deadly quiet.

“Shit, she´s gorgeous…”

“And I’m about to become your first and last memory of Belvoire University”

Aaaand… she ruined it. Beck let out a chuckle, a challenging, mocking smile on his face.

“Is that a threat?”

Please, there was no possible way she could do anything to make them back down. Nothing. It took two steps from Beck to close the distance between them and the strawberry blonde, leaning gracefully to poke fun at the noticeable height difference. The girl didn´t back down neither, accepting the challenge with a murderous, threating look.

“You won’t last a day here”

Oh, that how it´s going to be, I see…

“I'm a trans person in a conservative, religious town… Try me”

Blonde´s face was a poem. The surprise so clearly drawn on her face that they could see exactly how her brain stopped, looking up and down Beck, astonish, processing the information, … “Ow, I broke her” They thought, amused. People were completely eating all up the show, Beck could feel every eye on the interaction, what was going on in this school? Fuck, where did they got into?

“Look, I gotta go. If you find something clever to say, just text me, a ‘right?” Said Beck, very willing to leave.

“Rude!”

Squawked Young Karen.

“Oh, snap. New Dude´s not backing down!” said someone.

They didn´t even care, Beck kept walking without looking back and they would be considerably far if not to a hand clawing back their free shoulder.

“How you dare—!“

“Hey, Beck! Look at the time, we gotta go!”

A girl shows up from nowhere, took his arm and pulled them out of the commotion, running away as if a bear were behind them. Seriously, what the hell? The girl, that finally looked like the danger was gone, stopped right in front of a large and fancy door and slammed her keycard against some kind of sensor.

“Wish the circumstances were different, but welcome to de Winfrey dorm complex, AKA your new home!

She was agitated, naturally, but was until that moment that Beck had the chance to look at her with more detail… Gosh, are really all the ladies here that pretty? What´s in the water? Her hair, her eyes, those lips... She was completely flawless, a breath taking beauty.

Feeling confused and intrigued, Beck stumbled inside looking around in awe. Just a fraction of that room looked even more expensive than their own home!

“So… you are my… counselor or something?” they asked, the gorgeous girl looking too young to be one, though. She then cracked up a smile and a little chuckle.

“Beautiful”

“Starting with the wrong foot here and there, don´t you?” She grinned back to they and all the things Beck could feel was embarrassment and a beating heart making heat on their face. “You got out of that one alive. Barely.” She said, looking concerned once again, the laughing disappeared from those cute eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly… You´re gorgeous” A slight blush appeared on her cheeks, alarming Beck.

“Did I just…”

“…Is what I was thinking, but did I just say it out loud?” I hate me, I hate me, I hate me…

“You did, and you´re absolutely, positively right. I´m Zoey Wade, your roomie…”

Oh, so she has a name… wait a minute…

“You´re my roomie?” Beck asked taken aback, what does this means? They felt restless, kind of anxious. It´s this even allowed or the school was acting based on...

Zoey seemed to understand the internal fight in their mind because she immediately clarified.

“You don´t have to worry, this kind of dorms tend to be mixed so it´s kinda normal. Besides I check your info on The T and I saw you were LGBT+ so I´m not feeling…”

“My what?” That´s where she realized.

“Oh! Right… Ok, I´ll make it simple. Here there is a whole system here based on reputation.” Zoey took her phone and showed Beck a long numbered list. Number one and on the top were the same girl they encounter earlier: Poppy Min-Sinclair was there, showing a radiant and flashy perfect smile, next was the banshee named Chloe St James, people, people, people, and low, low into the very bottom, was Beck Hughes… Or we most say “Newbie” Hughes.

“Y´see... you are the new addition and The T´s been all over you. Specially because… well…” She looked reluctant to say it, but it wasn´t actually bad to Beck. They were used to.

“I don´t belong. Got it”

Beck let the guitar case on the floor, right next to the couch, walking around to see their new place, feeling Zoey´s eyes on them all the time.

“I don’t really care, I came here to have a good time and enjoying my music” and to save my life, basically. “So… mind if you show me some fun?” Said Beck, a little flirty. They were a little insecure, taking their chances… New town, new life, right? The seductive smirk they got back relaxed them a little bit more.

“Oh, Beck… I think we will be getting along just fine.”

#choices #queen b zoey #zoey wade #trans #ftm #zoey x mc #MaleMC #bea hughes #Beck Hughes

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