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cryptidghostgirl · 11 months ago

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Drawing Down the Moon (Alastor x Ancient Roman!Witch!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any? Please correct me if I am wrong. The subject matter is a little niche.

Description: Alastor reencounters an old friend.

Word Count: 2,871

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A/N i’ve been reading about roman magic laws for school okay?? don’t judge me. Maybe one of the nichest things I've ever written (except that one Akutagawa x Reader fic I have on my Wattpad where I made them talk to one another in ancient Greek and Latin (its called Leo, Leonis and tbh, that fic slaps if I do say so myself)). Won't be surprised if no one reads or likes this one but I don't care. This will be a monster of a fic, she's been lurking in the recesses of my mind for a hot second now.

"Why would she lie for so long? Does she think I wouldn't accept her?" Charlie was animatedly talking at Alastor as they walked the streets of Hell, "What about me, ME, says un understanding... misunderstanding?... Disunder- Wait, w-where are we?"

Alastor sprung to life as Charlie finally asked a question he had an answer to. Theatrically, he stepped into her curious line of sight, his arms held wide.

"Cannibal Town!" respectfully, Alastor turned and took Charlie's arm in his own, "There's a friend of mine I think you should meet."

"In Cannibal Town?" Charlie doubtfully asked as Alastor began to lead her towards a crowded shop entrance, "But it's... it's... surprisingly nice here."

"Isn't it, though?" Alastor proudly replied, "And it is all thanks to a very special someone."

Alastor opened the stained glass doors to the emporium, allowing Charlie to walk through them before he followed in her wake. The store was full, packed to the brim with cannibals of all sorts, all of whom seemed to part respectfully in the face of Alastor, allowing him to approach the front counter with Charlie trailing after him.

"Ah, Johnny my good fellow." Alastor hummed to the cashier, leaning casually on the counter.

The demon seated behind the table looked up with a wide smile.

"Mister Alastor, it has been quite a while since we've seen your face around these parts."

Charlie watched the interaction in mild surprise. It wasn't often she had the pleasure of meeting someone Alastor knew who didn't hate him or want him dead. Curiosity clouded her mind as Alastor waved the man off.

"I don't mean to be rude but, we're in a bit of a rush." Alastor said, politeness pooling delicately around his words, "Rosie wouldn't happen to be in, would she?"

"Ah, well, you see, Mister Alastor..." the demon seemed slightly uncomfortable, scratching at his ear slightly, "She's a tad... preoccupied at the moment?"

"A guest?" Alastor asked.

"A guest." Johnny reluctantly confirmed.

"Well, no matter. Is she in the back?"

"Yes," Johnny got to his feet, leaning forward as Alastor linked arms with Charlie once again, leading her behind the counter, "but I really don't think it's a good idea to... and they're gone."

"Wasn't that rude?" Charlie asked as Alastor pulled her behind the curtain that separated the main store from the backrooms and Rosie's apartment, "Oh no, is that guy going to get in trouble? Because of us?"

"Everything will be just fine my dear, don't you worry." Alastor patted her hand reassuringly as they came to stop before a door.

Letting Charlie's arm fall free, he straightened his jacket just the slightest bit before knocking on the door. There was a moment of silent anticipation before a voice from the other side called:

"Who is it?!"

"Alastor, Rosie." Alastor replied calmly.

There was a rustling of fabric, a handful of hasty footsteps, and the door swung open to reveal a woman. She was tall and beautiful in her long dress and her wide brimmed hat.

"Oh my stars!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, "Do my eyes deceive me? Alastor? Alastor! Where have you been? These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and-"

The woman, Rosie, trailed off as she caught sight of Charlie standing beside her dear friend.

"Oh, who's this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she's much too young for you. Oh, I'm just kidding. But where are your manners, Mister? Introduce us, why don't you?"

"Ah, yes, Charlie, this is Rosie: the most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the pentagram."

At his words, Rosie smiled, giving a perfect curtsy. It was as her form lowered that Charlie caught sight of the interior of the room, and the strange seated figure it housed. Alastor seemed not to have noticed and as Rosie straightened herself up again, she laughed slightly.

"Oh, always such a charmer."

"And Rosie," Alastor continued, "it is my pleasure to introduce you to Princess Charlie Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer and heir to the throne of Hell."

Charlie smiled weakly, waving slightly at the imposing and nearly off-puttingly cheerful woman.

"How do you do?" she asked awkwardly, "I am very sorry for interrupting your meeting, I tried to get Alastor to wait but..."

"Oh, yes!" Rosie suddenly exclaimed, almost as if she had forgotten about her previous guest in all the excitement, "Come on in you two, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

Charlie was about to protest when Rosie grabbed her by the arm, dragging her into the room. Alastor followed, turning his back as he shut the door behind them. Charlie's mouth fell open slightly as her eyes finally saw the truth of Rosie's guest.

She was tall, probably tall enough to rival Alastor or Rosie herself. Skin tinged slightly blue, she seemed to be covered in a faint gold dust that clung to her draped, toga-like dress and skin in equal amount. Heaps of gold jewelry hung on every inch of her as well, wrapping her wrists, her neck, her ankles, her fingers, even braided into her hair. Resting atop her head was a crown of gold with a half moon on it, her feet were bare. With wide, white eyes that nearly seemed unseeing, the woman watched Charlie carefully.

"Can I offer you something to eat?" Rosie was asking, but Charlie could barley hear her, unable to break eye contact with the woman, "I'm sure I have a leg around here or something..."

"I am afraid were not here for food." Alastor thankfully stepped in, turning to Rosie with closed eyes and a wide smile, "We happen to be in need of some help."

"Alastor?" the woman spoke and her voice resounded in itself, loud yet soft at the same time, singular and yet somehow plural.

"Well, aren't you fresh."

That was the first thing she had ever said to him. Alastor had been wandering Hell, minding his own business when he had heard that voice say those words and felt a fire ignited in him. Slowly, he had turned around to see a pair of towering demons. Overlords, he realized, and big ones at that. Alastor's smile sharpened at its edges as he began to formulate a plan.

Charlie turned at last, as if whatever spell the stranger had cast on her had broken at the sound of her voice, to look at Alastor in mild confusion. She heard his breath hitch in his throat. The man in question was frozen, his ears twitching wildly, his eyes now wide open.

"Is that you?" the demon asked again.

Alastor somehow seemed to reassemble himself before their very eyes. Slowly, he turned to the room's only occupied chair.

"Who are you?"

Alastor feigned innocence, looking up at the titan herself as she took a step forward. In an instant, she stood at his height, looking him dead in the eyes.

"An odd one too." she hummed thoughtfully, white eyes tracking the stars, reading his future it almost seemed, "Most people go with what before who."

Alastor was unsure how to respond to that one. The titan chuckled, a grin flashing across her face. It was unexpected, disconcerting. Alastor hadn't thought her face capable of any expression save solemn disinterest. She turned her head slightly to the side, looking back over her shoulder to her companion.

"Zestial, cara mea?"

The spidery demon took a step forward, meeting her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Don't you have something you need to be getting to?"

Alastor may have been dumbstruck, but he wasn't stupid. He heard the order as clearly as if she had not bothered with the formalities of disguising it. It shocked Alastor to his core. This might be his first time encountering Zestial but, he had heard the demon's name before. Most frequently, it had been spat at him by his victims who claimed that one of Hell's oldest and most respected demons would come for him. So who was this other overlord, the titan? Sure, he'd heard of her before but enough that such blatant disrespect towards Hell's most respected made sense? No. Not at all, in fact.

Zestial paused a moment before bowing his head slightly.

"You're quite right." he hummed, "I will be seeing you presently I expect?"

"Perchance." the titan lazily replied, her gaze having long since switched back to Alastor, set on analyzing his features, "I'll let you know."

With another polite bow, Zestial had turned and began walking in the opposite direction. The titan held an arm out for Alastor. He looked at it curiously before meeting the demon's eye's again. She laughed.

"So suspicious. I thought you we're the one killing overlords, not me."

His eyes went wide.

"How do you..." he cleared his throat, "how did you know?"

It was a stupid question and he knew it. There hadn't been any secret keeping, not really. Sure, he never outright said he was the Radio Demon who broadcasted screams but he supposed there couldn't be many Radio Demon's out there really. It didn't matter that he had only been going after overlords for a month or so now, she was one. Of course she would know.

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?"

All it took was one look. Suddenly, he was new again, spat fresh out of life on Earth and in to Hell's gaping maw. One look at her, and he dissolved at the edges, forming and reforming his own ability to speak and comprehend the world around him.

"It is." the woman hummed, a wide smile breaking across her face, revealing the blackness of her teeth, her mouth.

Alastor soon formed a bit of a soft spot for the inhuman overlord. It was that first meeting, that first walk. He had asked, hunting for information to wield against her, about her life on Earth and in Hell. It was her fault really, for answering. That's what had him stuck.

Y/n had laid her life out for him like a freshly pressed table cloth. She had been raised on the streets of ancient Rome and executed as a witch. She was perhaps the oldest demon remaining in Hell, the exterminations having eventually wiped out even the strongest members of her times. Just as Alastor had been reborn as a deer due to his death, so too was she reborn as what they had accused her of. Every ritual, every spell, prophecy itself all worked for her. It was then Alastor understood the interaction he had witnessed between Zestial and Y/n, then he understood the respect.

He found himself drawn to her more and more and, somehow, he always seemed to be able to find her when he went searching. He assumed it was some strange magical nonsense she controlled. Alastor didn't question it.

Y/n showed him Hell in a way he had never seen it before. She taught him where to gather herbs and how to use them, how to bend the earth to his will, how to spin iunges and call down the storms, the rain, the moon. Alastor devoured, fed by her hand.

It was odd, Charlie had never seen a demon like her before. The white eyes, the teeth black with what seemed to be darkness, the gold. All of it was off putting yet somehow, captivating. Alastor seemed to be acting weird, his eyes flitting wildly across the woman, taking in her every detail. Charlie wasn't sure what to do about that.

In some sense, Alastor seemed to be scared. In another, he was in an overjoyed state of disbelief. Charlie wasn't sure which was more disconcerting, or how to respond to either and so, she simply watched.

"I have a question, mea ocella."

Y/n announced one day and Alastor turned from where he sat spinning stories into his microphone at her feet. That was what she had called him, her little eye. She told him it was a term of endearment. Alastor had no reason to doubt. The red grass swayed slightly in the breeze as he looked up at her, immediately bringing a halt to his broadcast.

"What is it?"

"You've been so set on ending all us overlords for so long now," she hummed, "wouldn't you like to do something different?"

"Something like what?"

"See from the other side of the glass."

Her white eyes glowed blue, the gold on her skin shining out into the world around like stars. Alastor sighed.

"You're prophesying again."

She nodded in agreement. Y/n had never seen the point in lying, she had never known its use. Not since before she could remember, back in the times she lived. They were so distant now, so immaterial and unimportant she rarely payed those memories much mind.

"So, what is it you see me doing?"

"Simple riddle or play on words?"

The two types of prophesy, the two options. Alastor put a finger to his chin, humming in thought.

"Simple riddle. Please, not in dactylic hexameter if you would, decoding that always gives me a headache."

"But that has been the meter of prophecy since Justice herself sat on the Delphic throne, mea ocella." Y/n retorted in surprise, meeting Alastor's eyes.

"Yeah, well."

Y/n laughed lightly, looking back out blankly toward the future.

"As you wish, ocella. Just this once. My gift to you."

Alastor hummed his non-comital thanks, turning his gaze back out the the skyline of the city as well.

"One will be two, two will be four, when that number comes be ready for more. Seven years past under grim sudden stress, four becomes ten, I'll tell you what happens next. Help one bright star to the top, not too far, and you will be free from the one not the three."

"Rhymes? Really?"

Y/n looked down at him, the glow fading from her as their eyes met and the future vanished from the scope of her vision.

"You asked for no hexameter, I still get to have fun."

"Yeah, yeah."

The pair fell into a comfortable silence. Alastor ran the words of her fortune in his head, trying to gain any semblance of reason from them.

"They don't sound very... avoidable."

"That's because it's not one of the ones you can change."

"Oh."

Y/n pulled herself to her feet suddenly, her chiton swirling around her. Alastor watched in awe as her image flickered in the air for a moment between the image of herself just a head shorter than him, the one who loomed around nine feet tall, and some three headed monster at what must've been five stories. Leaning, she held a hand out for him to grasp. It took Alastor a moment to realize, shaking his head slightly as he at last accepted Y/n's help and got to his feet.

"Where are we going?"

"I've decided you are going to be an overlord, mea ocella."

"Why?"

"I think it might help you down the line."

It had been years since Alastor had seen her. Long before he had taken his so called seven year sabbatical, Y/n had vanished. Alastor knew she wasn't dead, he would have been able to tell if she was dead. Surly the world would have shifted in some new and strange way to lose the goddess of the crossroads, the titan, Hekate made flesh and blood. Nothing like that had happened and so he knew she was alive, just not where or how.

Y/n's prophecies were always accurate. Standing here before her now, Alastor recalled her words from all those decades before.

One will be two, two will be four. When that number comes, be ready for more.

One had been just him. Two? When he had died and met his shadow. Alastor realized now that three had been Y/n herself and that the fourth important person who had come into his afterlife was the very person who owned his soul.

Seven years past under grim sudden stress, four becomes ten, I'll tell you what happens next.

Seven years he'd been gone, indeed under an unexpected and disastrous situation. When, after seven long years, he had returned to Hell, he had gone to the hotel. It was at the Hazbin Hotel that he not only met Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Sir Pentious but that they became vital parts of his life along with Husk and Nifty who before then had mostly existed on the periphery. Those six, plus the original four, made ten.

Help one bright star to the top, not too far, and you will be free from the one not the three.

All along, all those years ago, she had known. Alastor had always respected Y/n, always harbored a soft and disconcerting love for the witch. Never before now had either felt so overwhelming. Alastor took a trembling step forward from his place at Charlie's side. The world closed in, she was the only thing he could see.

Y/n smiled as he sunk to his knee before her, his head bowed.

"Mea ocella." she happily hummed, lifting his head up gently with the tips of her bluish grey fingers.

"Y/n."

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This fic will probably have a part two.

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writing-in-the-impala · 1 year ago

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Secret Smokes (Part 3)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 2038

A/N: Once again thank you for all the love this is a side blog so I can't reply from this account to you all below the post but I read every word I promise. You guys are the best ! Some people have asked about being tagged, yes I can tag you! So if you want to be added leave me a reply below and I'll tag you in the future parts and if you decide you want to be untagged just message me and I'll remove you it's okay I won't judge.

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Over the next few weeks you committed to showing up to lessons more often, you spent time with the Weasley's but you avoided getting into trouble. People started noticing the sudden change in your behaviour and dedication to your studies, Percy was very proud of your change in attitude and believed his talk with you helped you get there, you let him believe it but really it was all profesor Lupins doing. Unfortunately his class was the one you got the worst grades in, it was okay when you didn't attend and got bad grades but even with attendance they didn't grow it was your weakest subject.

Your evening smokes continued some days Lupin was there some he wasn't but he was there often some days he wouldn't smoke he would just be there to talk with you, your conversations turned deeper than they used to be as you got to know each other and you looked forward to them, you saw him as someone you truly connected with, yes the girly attraction was still there but what girl didn't find him attractive he had girls flirting with him constantly. It did make you feel uncomfortable watching the girls put bright lipstick on before entering his class and staying behind to ask him questions or for extra lessons, but he seemed to not mind and act profesional giving the girls extra lessons and paying no attention to their advances.

You had DADA last on Fridays which normally would've meant a lot of people not paying attention and aching to leave but profesor Lupin kept the class entertaining and engaging. It was a practical lesson, the ones your dread because with lack of practice you genuinely sucked at practical lessons. But you got through it and you were excited for the weekend to start, before you left the class Lupin asked you to stay behind. So you said bye to Percy and a few others telling them you'll join them later, you weren't worried that you'll get told off like with most teachers when they ask you to stay behind it was Lupin so you patiently waited for the last few girls to say "bye profesor" while walking out and then went over to his desk where he had sat down.

"What's up?" You asked as you approached his desk.

"Please, sit down Y/N." He said quite formally gesturing to the seat in front of him, now you were getting worried. "I'd like to speak with you about your grades." He paused and saw your face drop before continuing. "Now please don't think of this as a telling off, your attendance is better this year than any year before and I've heard great things from your other teachers about the progress you've been doing." He said but you still looked worried so he added. "You should be very proud of yourself Y/N." Which made you relax into the chair a bit more. "Nevertheless, I am worried about your grades in my subject as you're doing well in the theory side however it's using the spells in practice that you seem to struggle with. I know you've had a few hard years with the rotation of teacher, some worse than others, so it's not your fault you are in this position." He said all of this formally. "Although notoriously skipping classes for the last sexi years probably didn't help." He said with a small laugh as a friend rather than a teacher. "I want to help you, I've been speaking with your head of house about how we can improve your grades and we believe you need extra lessons, practical magic like this can't be learnt through studying alone in your dorm you need real practice. So I'm happy to offer you tutoring twice a week on Mondays and Wednesdays, to help you catch up." You sat silent still. "You don't have to do this, but profesor McGonagall and I do believe it is in your best interest." He added you just looked down embarrassed that you skipping classes has lead to this. "Okay Y/N I'm dying here please say something." He said casually addressing your silence.

"Thank you profesor." You said.

"How do you feel about my suggestion?" He asked.

"Embarrassed." You stated. "How so?" He asked I'm a caring tone. "I wouldn't be in this situation if I listened to everyone when they told me not to skip so many lessons."

"You're not the only student who will be receiving extra lessons, I have a small group of girls that have asked for extra time that I teach on Tuesdays. If you want you can join them so it's not just one-on-one if that's more comfortable for you?" He offered.

"But I'm the only one who actually needs tutoring. They only asked for it because they have a crush on you." You blurted out in your annoyance.

"Trust me crush or not some of those girls need extra lessons. Still after weeks of receiving them." He said honestly. "They're too busy staring at your lips to learn I guess." You said laughing to yourself, he gave you a gentle smile. "Y/N, you're a quick learner. You know the theory, with a little practice you'll be caught up by Christmas."

"Okay. As long as these lessons are done by 9pm." You said with a hint of humour.

"I would never let education get in the way of your nicotine addiction, I'm not a monster." He replied jokingly. "We have a deal." You say.

"Perfect, now enjoy your weekend." He said and you took that as a queue to leave. "And Y/N, don't let this overshadow all the effort you've been putting into your studies, you're doing amazing." He said whole heartedly.

"Thank you professor." You said leaving the classroom. You looked him as a teacher so if you needed anyone to give you extra lessons you were glad it was him.

You went straight to the great hall for dinner after your conversation with Lupin, Fred and George had a space saved for you next to them. "What took you so long?" Fred asked.

"Lupin is making me take extra lessons." You said solemn.

"Bullshit, you've been studying harder than ever." Fred expressed. "I know but I'm still behind, plus it's only two days a week and he said it'll only be until Christmas." You explained.

"I think it's a conspiracy." George stated. "Now why's that?" You ask amused. "They're obviously trying to keep you away from us so we don't pull any pranks." He expresses. "This has old minnie all over it." Fred adds sniffing the air comedically.

"Now that you mention it..." you say looking over at the teachers table watching Lupin and McGonagall speaking. "...Lupin did mention this being her idea."

"See! Merlin, Y/N we need to pull a prank now." George states. "Show them we can't be stopped so easily." Fred adds. "I don't know guys, I've been enjoying not sitting in detention."

"George, she's getting all soft." Fred states. "Now that's not okay." George replies and they both have a cheeky smile before they stand up and suddenly pick you up while you protest taking you out the great hall while you laugh and tell them to stop, you hadn't even had time to eat before the kidnapping and the whole school watched this happen but the boys didn't care. They carried you straight to the dorm room plopping you down on the sofa. "Y/N it's time to plan our first big prank of the year." George begins. "Perfect timing as well as we can go to Hogsmeade over the weekend to get any supplies we need." You laugh and agree to the plotting, you plan a prank. It was to happen in the library, the plan was to hex every book, the books about animals would bite you, the books about history would disintegrate in your hands, the books about plants would be filled with soil and so on. You would obviously need to take all the real books and hide them but that wasn't a problem using the marauders map. You were looking at the map when you noticed Lupin was already standing on the bridge, you checked your watch and it was after 9pm already, he was just standing there you felt like you were missing out on seeing him plus you were scared he'd think you're ignoring him after your conversation earlier. "Boys I need to go, it was a pleasure scheming with you as always. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that you took the map, put it in your pocket and headed for the bridge. When you were around the corner you saw Lupin walking down the corridor in your direction, he must've finished smoking you thought. "Good evening professor." You said with a smile and me looked up at you with a grin. "Evening, Y/N. Evening stroll?" He questioned as if to ask why you didn't go to the bridge tonight.

"Just going to destress." You said showing him your pack of cigarettes.

"I forgot mine in my office I was just going to go get them." He explained, odd because he had been standing on the bridge for a while you think to yourself.

"You can borrow one of mine." You state.

"I'll give you two tomorrow." He replies turning around to walk with you. "I hope I wasn't too harsh on you today." He says as you walk after a moment of silence.

"You weren't harsh at all." You say with a hint of confusion.

"I didn't think you would come here today in all honesty, after the way you looked at me after class and during dinner." He said with a soft smile but you could tell there was some hurt behind there. "How did I look at you?" You ask.

"Differently." He simply stated, maybe because usually you look with admiration and a bit of lust while now you were looking at him like at a teacher for the first time.

"Well you are about to ruin two evenings a week for me by making me study." You remark.

"Is that how you see spending time with me? Am I ruining your evening right now?" He teased.

"You know what I mean, this Lupin isn't the same as profesor Lupin." You say adding emphasis to professor.

"I am the same person Y/N. If you're afraid that I'm going to be making you write essays and do homework you're mistaken, I promise I'll make the evenings fun." He says in his teacher tone. Maybe it was the mischievous energy from planning a prank that allowed you to say what followed maybe it was purely forgetting he's not your friend but you replied with. "Fun evenings? What does that mean?" You watched him swallow getting a bit uncomfortable and not knowing how to answer. "I mean don't treat it like a punishment. I'm just trying to help." Your brain went straight to replying with something inappropriate about getting punished but you held your tongue as you didn't want to push it too far.

"I hope you don't think I hate you, I really enjoy our talks." You say. I really only came here to talk to you, I feel like smoking on a empty stomach will make me feel worse." You we're over sharing now but he didn't seem to mind.

"I watched you get carried out by the Weasley twins before dinner, the whole school did." Lupin remarked unamused making your face go red.

"Yeah they were messing around and wanted to go talk as they said I've been too busy with lessons this year."

"They sound like a bad influence," He said sternly before pausing and thinking. " keep them around sometimes you need friends like that." He added.

"Profesor you're great at encouraging bad behaviour." You say laughing.

"Friendships like that are sometimes very important, if only you knew what I got up to when I was your age." He said with a soft reminding smile.

"And what would that be?"

"I can't say, I'm your teacher after all." He added a wink at the end which you didn't know the meaning of, but all you did know was you wouldn't find out anything more about his past.

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leslutdepointedulac · 5 months ago

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im 4 days late but if you’re still accepting character ask game questions 9, 13, 20 for louis! -aunteat<3

Of course!! I'm always ready to accept asks for my favourite soggy ferret :soggyuwu: Thank you for this ask 💞 :boop:

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

This is an interesting question, because in some ways I think I could be, but then in other ways I'm like absolutely not 🤧 I think we need to pro/con this lmfao

Pros:

We're both quiet, relatively solitary creatures who will grace people with our presence on our own terms - we won't feel the need to be constantly around each other, therefore are lessikely to get on one another's nerves

We both love to read so we could read together and compare/talk about books

We can make a mess and won't really be bothered by it (mainly because I can rarely motivate myself to tidy up after myself but still)

We can both (affectionately) make fun of Lestat and not so affectionately if needs be

We just generally have similar vibes that I think would compliment each other nicely

Cons:

We both have similar vibes that could also clash horribly e.g. wallowing in despair to the point where we would create a never ending black hole of soggy doom and gloom

Louis' snobby, pretentious nature is only tolerable because he's fictional and I don't have to put up with him. If he was real and we lived together, I couldn't deal with that and would probably call him out on it in a hopeless, failed attempt to get him to shut up with his snobbery

All in all, if we were to judge it based on this list alone, the pros outweigh the cons and therefore I think I could be roommates with Louis. The Black Hole of Horrors™️ and pretentious snobbery is a small price to pay to live with him, I think 🤧

13. What's an emoji, and emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

So funny you should ask me this when I have the perfect emoji 😌

It's our very own :louwee: 🤧 I couldn't possibly pick any other emoji when I specifically made this with Louis in mind lmao.

As for an emoji I think Louis would use, I get the feeling he wouldn't really get the concept of them initially 😭 Benji might try and teach him what they are and how to use them, but I feel like that would just lead to Louis misunderstanding and using emojis 'inappropriately'. Like using 😏 after telling Lestat he can't wait to see him later, and Lestat thinks that means he's gunna get laid but Louis intended for it to just be a general smile. Plot twist: Louis actually does know exactly what he's doing but he's just playing dumb to to mess with people 😭

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I won't lie, I don't know if this is much of an 'ideal best friend' type situation as such, and it might be kinda obvious, but the friendship I keep on coming back to is with Daniel.

I just think that Daniel is someone who could simultaneously respect Louis' boundaries, while also trying to gently nudge him out of his comfort zone. Say for example, Daniel's the one trying to convince Louis to attend the next ball with him, convincing him that he wants a familiar face (even though Armand and Marius will be there too), and how it won't hurt to get out a bit and interact with other people. But at the same time, if Louis did go and eventually had enough, Daniel wouldn't stop him from seeking out a little hideaway somewhere. He may even join him, if Louis lets him, in the event that the ball has become Too Much for Daniel for one night.

In turn, perhaps Louis would be a source of comfort for Daniel. If he was having a rough-ish night and didn't want to go to Armand or Marius in case they worried too much, but Daniel still wanted a familiar person to turn to, Louis could be that someone. Louis might let Daniel vent to him while he listens, or simply lets him hang out in silence, just co-existing in the same space until Daniel feels better.

And I think as well, their shared history would give them a relationship that's unique to them. How many other vampires can say they met with one of them as a human through an interview, ending with one of them almost draining the other dry? Maybe, in some weird way, that event would bring them closer together?

I just really love the idea of Louis and Daniel together and I think they would make really good friends. They could be good supports to one another while also being able to genuinely enjoy each other's company.

#what a surprise #i've gone off on let another tangent bc i'm physically incapable of doing long story short 😭#tbf i feel like considering this is louis i'm on about i've kept it quite brief 😭#i just really love talking about him #my most special little guy #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #daniel molloy #loustat #vampire chronicles #tvc #ask and you will be answered

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veryace-ficrecs · 10 months ago

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Hey! Could you do another daemon rec list? Your other list got me in the mood

Absolutly! d=====(￣▽￣*)b

More Daemon Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Star Trek

Ni'Var by WerewolvesAreReal - Rated G

Humans have daemons. Vulcans have katras. Spock, born of both, has neither. Which he's fine with. Really. Meanwhile, James Kirk is a little curious about this whole daemon business, because how the hell can he have two souls - ?

a resilient touch by kurgaya - Rated T

Jim’s daemon used to be a wolf and Leonard’s not sure how he feels about that. Used to be. [STID Missing Scenes - Jim sleeps. Leonard worries. Someone unexpected talks some sense into them both].

Daredevil

Down to the Bone by SpiritsFlame - Rated G

Everyone always wants to know why his daemon isn't a bat. As though being blind is all that there is to him, the center point of his character.

Spiderman

of things unknown (but longed for still) by aloneintherain - Rated T

Peter Parker can’t walk around with the same daemon as Spider-Man. But she’s going to settle one day, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

The Witcher

Two Halves of a Whole by penguistifical - Rated G

Geralt doesn’t take much notice at first when the small brown bird alights on his table.

one for sorrow by Emamel - Rated T

There were other rumours, older and more persistent, that Jaskier hadn't been able to make a dent in. Witchers don't have souls. Witchers are no better than beasts. How could they be civilised, intelligent, compassionate, human, when they don't even have daemons. What was Jaskier supposed to do about that?

interconnected strand to strand by Hirikka - Rated G

Turns out Jaskier isn't the first person who loves Geralt to be driven away by the witcher. After The Mountain, Jaskier is found by Geralt's daemon. They adopt each other.

The Adventure Zone

a thousand points of no return by anonymousAlchemist - Rated T

Since wizard's daemons often settle as birds and urban legend says that elves are separated from their daemons, no one looks too closely at the fact that Taako and Lup are both single entities, missing the other halves of their hearts. They walk like people, they talk like people, and if they're hard to read because their daemons aren't fluffing up their feathers or swatting playfully with their paws, well, elves are notoriously enigmatic anyway. This lasts until their first death. All deaths on the Starblaster are strange. When Magnus first died on the animal planet, I'morko followed right after, both of their bodies dissipating into golden sparks, a strange inversion of the natural order. The pattern holds. Year after year, person and daemon alike dissipate into a fine mist of dust, knit together by the bond engine in the new plane. During their fifteenth year, Taako is shot through the heart with a well-aimed magic missile. Lup screams and casts one last firebolt, spell-sculpting around their bodies, before unspooling into a fine golden sand.

Yuri on Ice

hollow ground by Piyo13 - Rated T

There's no rules regarding where a daemon has to be in relation to their skater, only that they aren't allowed on the ice. This has always seemed a little unfair to Yuuri. After all, he loves skating like he loves his own soul; why can't he have both?

Batman

I know you won't leave by Speechless_since_1998 - Rated G

Jason was thirteen, adopted for over a year, and he was at his first gala. He expected the rich snobs who looked down on him, judging his daemon. What he didn't expect was to find a child hiding as his daemon took shape. Nor that Ace would adopt him.

everything you lose is a step you take by oceanofchaos - Rated T

“Tim,” she says, hesitant in a way that she never is, not when it’s just the two of them, “About settling.�� Thirteen is hardly unreasonable to be unsettled, but rare given their night activities, and Tim’s been thinking hard about what Hestia will choose. “I don’t think I want to settle,” she says quietly, interrupting his train of thought, “Maybe not ever.” “Okay,” replies Tim, stroking a careful finger over her soft brown snout, “Not if you don’t want to.” ------------ Dæmon AU, the life and times of Tim Drake and his dæmon Hestia, before, during, and after Robin.

Fullmetal Alchemist

the lives of wild animals by ohmytheon - Rated G

military - but what people don't realize is that his daemon is just as wild as Mustang's in the end.

In the Shape of a Soul by redketchup - Rated T

Ed says, “Stupid Colonel Bastard.” “Brother, what are you thinking?” Alphonse asks evenly, which is his way of saying, Please, for the love of god, brother, the colonel is not responsible for every terrible thing, but hey, it ends up Alphonse is still loyal to his big brother, because he also adds, “I’m surprised he didn’t make an effort to call us. It sounds like something we could help with. Maybe the first lieutenant has been out recently.” Which conveys how little faith Alphonse actually has in Mustang when he acts outside Riza Hawkeye’s influence.

East City has a new string of murders and, much to a young alchemist's annoyance, his superior officer insists that the Fullmetal Alchemist's expertise is not needed. This leads to more trouble than anyone would expect.

talents of the souls by ohmytheon - Rated G

Edward's hand shakes as he draws the soul bonding transmutation circle on the inside of the armor. Alethea has to hold his arm up to keep him steady. “I won’t let you take them!” Ed screams. “Take my arm, take my heart, take my soul!” Alethea cries out as she buries her face into his stomach. He can’t feel her. He almost gets sick. Oh, god, why can’t he feel her? (Or, Fullmetal Alchemist with daemons, focusing on Edward, Alphonse, and human transmutation. Companion piece to "rummaging in our souls", which focuses on Roy and Riza.)

#veryace asks #daemon au #star trek #batman #fullmetal alchemist fic rec #spiderman #daredevil #yuri on ice fic rec #the adventure zone #the witcher #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs

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youkaimaiden · 7 months ago

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Carnval AU by @sm-baby

I need to know what pass me was sniffing write down on the list I have from her, she trying make me write and I'm loosing it...anyway I wrote this werid fanfic some the charater are going be out charater for I don't how they would act being Non-sentient plus I just want Pomni sit on Caine lap without any fluster moments, and I'm fine it not 2 am almost 3 creating this :) oh also this be on Ao3

word cout: 3,413 (that a lot for one sitting)

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Caine was chilling in Pomni room watch her trying to juggle balls but end up hitting herself in the head. "beep, why is something like this so hard" Pomni says frustratedly kicking one of the ball across the room, Caine grab it before it rolls to far away, "your throwing them a little to high, it make it hard to judge when to catch them" Caine says softly taking the other ball from Pomni and showing her how to juggle, she just huff and puff in annoyances, it wasn't really annoyance for Caine but just being frustrated how easy it came to him.

as the two were talking and Caine trying his best to teach Pomni, Bubble was float around with a book and bumped into Pomni making her turn to look at bubble…and she hit her head again with the balls. "ok that doesn't count I gotten distracted by Bubble" She says not wanting that add to her failure board. "alright I won't add this one", Caine say taking the book from Bubble, "where you fine this Bubble gum ","The room of secrets", Bubble say seem not helping at all, Pomni got a good look at it and quickly grab it, "w-when did you go into my room", Pomni says a bit stun that Bubble was in her room, Bubble was just vibeing as Caine look back at Pomni.

"sorry for that Pomni I don't know why Bubble would do that", "thank you…but this is alright", Pomni say looking at the book, "jeez how long it been sense I look at this one", Pomni say dusting the book off with a small smile, "is that book important to you Pomni?"," …y-yah, um it doesn't come from this server of the game but come from one of the servers, the book belongs to a friend, she uploaded this to the cloud…but I'm one of the few people who have one for it was suspiciously deleted off the cloud", Pomni say seem these memories were a bit hard on her making Caine worry, "o-oh don't worry she…been gone for a long time, but…I'm sure she would of been still running around having fun…oh maybe I should just read the story to you", Pomni day offering to read the book to Caine, "well we do have time and I would love hear the good things about your friend in this book", Caine say siting down on the stage with Pomni siting on his lap. Caine softly wrap his arms around Pomni as she open the book and start to read.

"The sun was bright this morning"

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Celia was still in bed refuse to leave even if the the sun was up, the light hurted her eyes and she didn't like that one bit. but seem today she wasn't going be able to stay for her bedroom door was softly open. "wakey wakey, time to get up" Celica say walking in and softly shaking Celia, "five more minutes" Celia say rolling over, "well if I give you five then being asking for six, then seven, until you don't want wake up at all, sigh but I give the time, just means you can't play the game you want to play, and after I mange to get all the stuff for it all well" Celica say faking a disappointment voice, Celia head peaked up a bit, Celica knew how to peak her interest, "what game", "oh you know, the Amazing Digital Carnival" Celica say hoping off the bed, this make Celia quickly jump out of the bed but she quickly fall down, "be carefully you know your legs can't take sudden moments" Celica say picking up her sister and grabbing her cane, she softly take it, "I know but sometime I get to excited" Celia say walking out her bedroom with Celica following.

In the living room now, there was two head set contacted to the game, "wow I can't even believe you mange this", "well what can I say anything for my little sister birthday" Celica say booping Celia nose, "first we're twin, second don't mock for I'm one centimeter short, third happy birthday to you too, chocolate cake as usual", "yes!, I love when you make it, especially when it all gooey and stuff!" Celica say very excitedly, as Celia when into the kitchen to make the cake. some time pass Celia brings out the cake with the candles saying 19 "been 2 year now sense we just live with each other without our parents", "wow been that long now", "2 year isn't that long" Celia says judging Celica lack of concept of time, which make them both laugh. "well my bad, I was timing when the cake would be done", "you know you can be fa-hey what heck!" Celia say watch very own sister cut into the cake with out any hesitation at all. "what, cake is cake" She says eating her slice, make Celia sigh and just take a slice of cake and sit down next to her. "hmm so good~!" Celica hums, with Celia just rolling her eyes playfully, as both of them finishing the cake…well more Celica eat that crap like fat boy in a golden corral, seem it was time to play the game. "so we just put on the head on and were in the game", "seem like it, are you ready", Celica say looking at Celia, who was nodding in agreement that she was ready, as the two place there headsets on.

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Celia look around, she felt her body had been transported to a different world, it was jarring to her, "wow I didn't expect it to feel so real", Celia look where the voice came from, there was mouse avatar behind her, "still adjusting to things Celiee, I get I am to", The mouse avatar says, it was clearly Celica, "I didn't expect it to be this...life like Lica" Celia says pulling her hand out and look at it, her hand was a different color from her hand at home, also it didn't really have fingers like her hand at home as well, "hold up you go wheels no fair!" Celica point out feeling a bit hurt her sister had something she didn't have, "really? going childish about this", "yes I am" Celica says grabbing her hand and rolling her along to the first level, "how you know this the first level?", "eh when you were still kind of adjusting, I saw a butterfly fly over here" Celica say stopping in front the first level door, "the Jester" Celia reads out seem interested what game the Jester would made them play, "oh do want use our real name or want like fun username, like lady brawer, Gremlin kid, oh may ghostly dream" Celica was throwing out fun idea for usernames to use, "Cirtri, Seabreeze" Celia says pointing herself as Cirtri and pointing her sister as Seabreeze "ugh that boring" Celica complains seeming to not like it, this just make Celia roll her eyes "well your stuff is to lo-", Celia falls into the room as opening the door bringing her sister along the fall.

fall a quick time event happen....and well Seabreeze fall flat on her face as Cirtri was on the other platform, "um...welcome players to The Amazing Digital Carnival, audience why not clap your hands together for our new players join our show" Pomni say trying to course correct what just happen, Seabreeze lifted her head from the ground, "I'm good by the way, thanks for asking" Seabreeze say clear being bitter at the Ai who was program to say that line and not check if she was ok, "Seabreeze you shouldn't upset on something like that, but are you sure your ok, it was a bit fall" Cirtri say getting down the platform checking on her sister, Pomni did the same but it was for different reasons, "I'm good, I'm good, not the first time I fell down from something that high" Seabreeze says, as Cirtri help her get up, "it was tumble player, I didn't expect something to happen on the show" Pomni say giving a bit of a chuckle at Seabreeze failure, "i'ma punch her", "Seabreeze we just started!", "and I'm going to punch Jester in her stupid face!" Seabreeze say clear feeling targeted by Pomni who was just smiling and videing, "she just say thing at all, you don't have be angry", "oh your angry at me, well what ever I did I'm sorry" Pomni says sincerely apologizing to Seabreeze, even though she really didn't do anything. Seabreeze wasn't going to accept it until Cirtri nudge her arm softly telling her to do so. "ugh fine, I accept your apology " Seabreeze says begrudgingly, Pomni doesn't pick up on it though she smile, "great so are you ready to show the audience what you got!" Pomni say clearly dazzling up the idea of entertaining the audience, the two sisters look at each other then nod back at Pomni.

The two sister start playing Pomni game, Seabreeze balancing on the rope as juggling, as Cirtri was dancing with fire managing not to burn herself, and at the end coming together using the trapeze, with most Cirtri being the one trust Seabreeze not to drop her at any moment. "great job players the audience love your performance" Pomni says clapping at the clearly tired out sister, "jeez her positively is kind of annoying", "i think quite nice" seem the sister didn't agree on how they felt on Pomni, and before that could be a real conversation Pomni gives them a lady bug, "this will help you open the next door" Pomni says with a smile, Cirtri takes the lady bug in her hand and softly nod, "t-thank you, Pomni" Cirtri says giving Pomni a smile back, but in the back ground Seabreeze could be seen confuse how a lady bug would help them out but shrug it off. as the two wave a good-bye to Pomni leaving the first level. As in the Tent the lady bug hop out Cirtri hand and start skittering over to the next level, the two quickly follow the bug and stop in front where the lady bug stop at, "the host", "not going to lie the picture they use for the host kind of hot" Seabreeze say, get a small 'really right now' glare from Cirtri, "what, I'm not lying", "just don't be a simp" Cirtri says as Seabreeze open the door, "I make no promise~" Seabreeze sings walking in the room with Cirtri following after her.

The birds were chirping, flower were blooming, and there was a small breeze it felt like walking into a big outside garden with beautiful shrubbery. the two sister walking down the patch until they saw Ragatha who was softly humming, "oh she hot in person" Seabreeze say blushing a bit, Cirtri look at her like she had a weird crush take, "don't give that look, you just don't understand how it feels to had your heart bum bum for something" Seabreeze says walking over, Cirtri looked into herself hearing her sister say that, it was true she did had hard time having attraction to anything, but she chock it up to generally not liking the personality of said person or character, after that self refection she as well walks over...well rolls over. "my my, I didn't expect someone show up today" Ragatha say pleasant as ever, this make Seabreeze blush more, "oh you know, got beat the first level hot lady-I mean hostess yah!" Seabreeze says fluster as Cirtri just roll her eyes, "great this definitely going be another one on that board" Cirtri whisper only Seabreeze could hear, which prompt Seabreeze to lightly elbow her in the stomach, "well sense I have two guest here, It would be a shame if I didn't have you play a game" Ragatha says with a smile, "y-yup your-r right, you like games right Cirtri"," I'm not being your wingman" Cirtri say demising the fact her sister flusterness, "p-please, I'll do you a favor after this", "deal" Cirtri agrees seem that was enough to change her mind, "I love game too, and can't wait!" Cirtri says faking how excited she was for this. "wonderful, lets start by setting up the table" Ragatha say gently pushing the sister to the table, Seabreeze was loving every moment of this while Cirtri was tired of her sister simping.

"so dose the small spoon spouse to be on the right or the left" Cirtri ask before look over to see her sister screwing off talking to Ragatha. "so, um you hang out here often", "I live here User", "hehehehe right....your very pretty" Seabreeze say still very fluster and Ragatha simple giggle, but Cirtri was glare at her sister who had abandon her to flirt with Ragatha. "Pain in my butt" Cirtri whisper to herself figuring out place the silverware and plate placement, "hey I'm done" Cirtri call out getting Ragatha attention, "oh, we'll pin in this conversation" Ragatha says to Seabreeze who wasn't happy about that but understand. "wow User you mange to place them in the right spot beside the spoon, it should be on the outside of the fork" Ragatha says placing the spoon outside the fork, "but don't worry you did well, next is baking some sweets" Ragatha says clasping her hands together very sweetly, "well baking is my specialty" Cirtri says with a confidant smile, "I like your confidants little one" Ragatha say giggling a bit, which make Cirtri giggle a bit as well, but Seabreeze was a bit annoyed that her conversation with Ragatha was on hold for a minute. Ragatha set up the martials to let Cirtri to start baking "you got and hour before guests start to come, best of luck User" Ragatha say with a smile, and Cirtri gave her a thumbs up and start to bake. "sorry about that so where were we Breezie" Ragatha say to Seabreeze which makes Cirtri glare at her, she didn't care though, "were on the part, about you giving me a kiss" Seabreeze flusterly says, "oh right we were on that" Ragatha says giving a small kiss on Saebreeze cheek, Cirtri not wanting to get into what her sister was doing just deiced to focuses on baking. some time pass a bit, Cirtri finish baking the sweet and was now giving a small glare at her own sister, "I thought we were going play the game together, not one flirts with the host of the game", "what she hot even if not like she going to remember it", "...I'm not sure how I feel about you treating them like this", "Cirtri they are literally bot, they will never feel anything" Seabreeze says placing the tea set on the table dismissing her sister feeling, "wonderful you two and just in time too the guests are coming", "can I sit next to you" Seabreeze bluntly says, "w-wait but Ragatha isn't anywhere close I was place" Cirtri says not really want to sit alone, but Seabreeze shrug it off "your be fine even if it Ai not real people, so no one will bully you" Seabreeze says as Ragatha was already changing the seating arrangement. Cirtri was hiding her upsetness about the situation, "alright, I'll be fine" She say still kind of hurt at her sister decision, "thank you Celiee" Seabreeze says hugging Cirtri before helping letting the guess in.

Pomni had walk in, Seabreeze gave her a nice greeting and Cirtri show her to her seat, then Gangle walk in, and as Pomni Seabreeze greeted her and Cirtri show her to her seat, this was all the guest coming today, Seabreeze took her seat next to Ragatha and Cirtri was going to until an unwanted guest appear, "Rags, I'm so hurt you wouldn't invite me" A tall rabbit says faking his hurt feelings, "that because I didn't invited you" Ragtha says clearly not happy at all that Jax was here, "Ragatha come on, let Sexyman stay" Gangle say not minding Jax being here, "yah, Jax won't be a too much a problem" Pomni says viding with Gangle, "w-well he came uninvited, and even if the Users have the final decisions" Ragatha says, she didn't want Jax to stay but if the player were fine with it she would have let him stay, Seabreeze just look at Cirtri, "i'm ok what ever you choose" She says giving Cirtri full chose what to do. Cirtri look at the unwanted guest, normally she would just say no, but stare at Jax seem to make her not immediately say that, if anything she felt something she didn't feel before look at Jax, "he can stay just don't sit next to me" Cirtri says sitting down next to Pomni, this make Ragatha huff and puff, "see even the players want me" Jax says siting down next to Ragatha, who wasn't liking this at all, "are you sure you want keep, a pig in this tea party", Ragatha say trying hold back her disapproval of this decision , Cirtri nod, "I'm sure of it, if he becomes I bother I'll kick him out myself" Cirtri says reaffirming her decision, this make Jax chuckle, "a short stuff like you kicking me out, I think that would be funny, but I'll try to be the best guest, never get this chance again, right Rags~" Jax say teasing Ragatha on the fact one of the players had let him stay, which makes Ragatha sigh in annoyance, but Jax did keep his word, the tea went off without a hitch, as the tea party comes to the end, the guests was leaving and Ragatha and Seabreeze was cleaning up, but not Cirtri she had walked out the room to fine someone.

"hey, Jax was it" Cirtri says, making Jax stop in front of his door, "that me what you want little lady" Jax say winking at Cirtri, "well at the tea party you said you were an animations and stuff...I like that stuff to, maybe after I finish playing all the other levels we could...you know animate together more" Cirtri says, she was nervous for this was first time she took initiative to interact with someone and set up a hang out section, Jax leans on the wall and ponder a bit "alright, that sounds like a plan, you better keep your word little lady" Jax say rubbing Cirtri head giving a small chuckle before entering his room, "I did that...I can't believe that I actually set up a friend date with someone" Cirtri says proud of herself, Seabreeze finally walk out of Ragathe room and walk over to Cirtri, "100 of 10 would go back...oh and I got a spider, but I'm tired for today" Seabreeze say softly yawing, Cirtri nod "yah, we'll to the others another day" She say agreeing it was time to sleep.

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The sister take off there headset, "that was fun, but it time to sleep" Celica say placing the headset on the table and walking to her room, "Night Celiee" Celica says waving a night to Celia who wave back watching her sister go into her room. Celia look back at the headset, "I'm…still in shock that I was able set up something like that…maybe this game will be helpful" Celia says smiling that she coming out of her shell, she place the headset on the table as well and walk into her room to sleep.

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"wait so which one is Cirtri and which one is Seabreeze?" Caine ask still hugging Pomni who was still on his lap, "Cirtri is Celia or Celiee, and Seabreeze is Celica or Lica" Pomni answer, seeming to show it wasn't hard for her to differentiated between them, "it get a bit better as the story progresses, trust me, plus I remember Seabreeze not being so kind to me" Pomni says softly chuckling, "I don't know why you didn't do anything at the moment" Caine say disapproving Seabreeze unprompted anger toward Pomni, "she was fiery one that only thing I can say" Pomni says trying to give some type of reason to Seabreeze anger, this just make Caine hug Pomni close and rest his head on hers, making her softly giggle, "any way lets get to the next chapter" Pomni say flipping the page on the book.

#tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus #tadc bubble #tadc ocs #the amazing digital carnival #fanfic

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ah-scheisse-its-you · 1 year ago

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I Never Want to Lose You

For @snailor-bee 💛💛my darling, with your prompt of Wound Tending

Bee dropped the Yeehawgust list in our chat and suggested we do something for one another, which sounded like a blast. All the prompts are so fun too, it was hard to pick.

So ya know, I looked up one thing for this and everything else was based off of western romance novels I used to read, so enjoy xD

Ship: Kirishima/Bakugo

Word count: unknown cause I typed it straight into tumblr

Warning: mention of wound/some blood, not very descriptive

While Bakugo isn't the owner (that title still goes to his parents), he is the general point of contact for the cow hands and the one that makes most of the decisions

Kirishima's been a cowboy working with the Bakugo ranch, aka the Rocking B Ranch, for half a decade now

There's nothing the hands don't trust Bakugo with, Kirishima especially. He'd never ask someone to do a task that he himself wouldn't also do and the men respect him more because of it.

It's part of what makes Kirishima proud to work at the Rocking B Ranch, and part of why he's stayed on

The other part is Bakugo himself

The blond man has a personality spikier than the cactuses they ride past on cattle drives that take them to the south, but the way he doesn't back down from a challenge, how he holds himself to the same standards he judges other by, his straightforward nature, all of that show Kirishima how manly he truly is.

And really, his spiky personality is tamed by the softest blond hair Kirishima has ever seen, sadly covered by a cowboy hat most of the day; by the gentle way he speaks to his horse, Caramel, at the end of the day as he brushes her down; by the curve of his jaw, the part that tempts Kirishima to touch, to take

He hasn't, of course

(He wishes too, often)

But that's okay. They're friends now, 5 years of working together, of traveling long, boring stretches of land only to bunk close by at night to share warmth has built up a bond stronger than anyone else's on the ranch.

That bond comes with some perks that Kirishima really likes. One such perks(his favorite really) was being the go-to person that accompanies Bakugo for safety and companionship on trips, like when they go to bull auctions or to scout new trails.

Just long stretches of time they can be alone and talk without worry.

(Bakugo confesses on one of these rides that he's not going to follow his parents wishes and settle down with some girl.

"That kind of softness ain't for me. Maybe I can't have what I want, but I won't fuckin' settle for something wrong."

A little piece of Kirishima's heart breaks that day at the reminder that Bakugo may not always be there for him, that the Rocking B could one day not be his home.)

They're scouting ahead in a gorge one day when it happens.

Bakugo is complaining about Sero's horse nipping at whoever walks near it, aggravation coloring his tone, while Kirishima laughs at him, knowing full well that Goldy holds a sour spot at him for not giving her an extra apple slice after dinner like Sero usually does

A crack rings out just as Bakugo reins in Caramel to better meet Kirishima's smiling face and tell him off for laughing. The small smile that'd been starting on the blond's face slides off as red starts bleeding through his shirt.

"Run" Bakugo says, his voice a chocked kind of whisper.

They kick their horses into matching gallops and speed back out of the gorge, sporadic shots following them for a short while before trailing off.

Apparently their adversary didn't care to give chase

Adrenaline and fear course through Kirishima's body, but he is able to check in enough to see that Bakugo has pressed his handkerchief to the wound to staunch the blood as he rides, relieving a bit of his worry

The campsite they used the night before isn't far away, a mile or two at best, and Bakugo leads them back to it without saying anything

It's the best option really, since there's a stream right alongside it and open enough that no one would be able to sneak up on them

Sliding off his horse with a pinched expression, Bakugo hisses in pain as his body jolts, an even louder hiss coming when he pulls the handkerchief away for a moment before pressing it straight back on

That more than anything spurs Kirishima into action

"I needta clean that," Kirishima says, dismounting own stead and dropping the lead, thankful that she's used to ground tying.

"It's fine, I can handle it."

"Bullshit, Katsuki, let me see."

"I'll be fine, shitty hair, I just need to wrap it."

Kirishima glares at him from under the brim of his hat and grabs his good arm, leading him to medium-sized rock close to the stream and pushing him to sit on it

"Said I'm takin' care of it, that isn't a choice. Not when you've been shot." The last part almost makes Kirishima choke, but he pulls himself together to grab what they'll need from the saddlebags

Bakugo has taken off his shirt and hat by the times he's gotten back with the supplies. His bloodied bundle of clothes is lying next to him, and his face looks a bit ashen, but he seems ready to fight more than die, so Kirishima takes that as a good thing

"Fuckin' bastards," Bakugo bitches, taking a swig out of the alcohol Kirishima offers him before going to wet a rag in the stream, "if we ever meet that no-good shooter, I'm gonna kill them."

Kirishima laughs and knocks his hat back, thankful Bakugo's spirit hasn't been taken away. The laughter dies in his throat as he pulls Bakugo's handkerchief away from the wound

The bullet went all the way through, thank god, becuase Kirishima's not sure he could handle digging it out right now. There's still a lot of blood and he has to take a deep breath before blotting at it with the rag, cleaning the edges.

Kirishima's hands tremble slightly against the wound. Bakugo doesn't mention it, even when he presses too hard and makes the blond grunt in pain

Bakugo is actually staring at him quite hard, almost studying as he lets Kirishima clean both sides of the bullet hole.

There's sweat beading along his brow when Kirishima pulls out the alcohol to disinfect it, just in case. Bakugo's hand shoots out to hold on his forearm at the first painful press, but it doesn't stop him in any way

The pressure Bakugo's using grounds him to the Now rather than letting him slip into the thoughts that plagued their ride back, of what could've happened if Bakugo hadn't moved at exactly the right time.

Surely there's noise around, but all Kirishima can hear is the water that runs beside them, Bakugo's sporadic pained noises, and his own whispered apologies

Packing gauze on both sides, Kirishima carefully wrapped bandages around Bakugo's chest and arm to keep them in place. It was pretty messy, and they really oughta get to a doctor, but it would do

Kirishima's hands linger around the wrapping once he's done, not quite ready to pull away. He needs to be here, needs to touch to assure himself that Bakugo would be okay

There's no rush and he's not pushed away, so he stays there until he can't bear it

A shaky breath echos in the space between them

With how close they are (Bakugo must've gotten closer because he hadn't moved), Kirishima doesn't realized it came from him until Bakugo's hand is caressing his face, wiping away tears he didnt know he was crying.

"I'm sorry," Bakugo says

Kirishima sobs out a laugh

"It's not— not like you meant to get shot. I'm just being weak."

Bakugo's touch is stronger now, more forceful as he guides Kirishima to look at him. "It's not weak to be scared or cry. You did a good fucking job. I'm gonna be okay, promise."

"But I almost LOST you! What if that shot had hit somewhere worse! Katsuki, I couldn't bear losing you. . . . You're my partner, I— I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bakugo leans his head in, blond hair mixing with red so he can meet Kirishima's gaze, good hand still cradling his cheek.

"Do you mean that?" Bakugo asks, hoping flaring in his eyes. That alone is enough to give Kirishima a shot of courage

"Yes. I love you, Katsuki Bakugo, from the tip of my hat to the sole of my boots."

With that, Bakugo's cheeks tinge a cute pink.

"Fuck. I love you too, Eijiro, more than anything. You're the person I want to settle down with, partners for life, or whatever it is Mina says."

Kirishima laughs, this one much brighter than the last despite his sniffles, and wraps his arms around Bakugo. "Close enough. Does this mean I can kiss you now? I've been thinkin' about it for a while."

"You fuckin' better, I've been waiting for over five years and a bullet wound now."

Squeezing his side, Kirishima replies, "I'm ignoring that because you're cute, but we will be headin' back to the ranch after this to get the doc."

Bakugo rolls his eyes and surges in rather than waiting any longer, their lips meeting a little harshly.

The sting pain is gone quickly though, instantly soothed away by the rush of love that courses through him and the taste of alcohol on Bakugo's tongue.

It's even better than he imagined

They only pull away when Kirishima's hands start to wander and one skims over the bandages, making Bakugo hiss.

"Okay, okay. Time to go back now so I can't hurt you," Kirishima says, grabbing Bakugo's hat and plopping it on his head.

"Fine, let's go home. So long you stay with me."

"Always."

Home with Katsuki by his side. He couldn't ask for anything more perfect

#bnha #mha #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #angel writes #kirishima eijirou #bakukiri #yeehawgust #western au #doing it as a bullet fic did NOT make it shorter xD #but it was super fun #for Bee #getting together #the one thing i looked up was ground tyinh #which i knew was a thing i just needed to check it out

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nitronapalm · 7 months ago

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@coolrpblog asked:

7. 17. and 30. how is the life treating you? good i hope nhjbfvjhdnbv

7.) DNIs in rules

-{I have one DNI in my rules and for good reason. I do not want to deal with that shit again. You know who I mean, anyone who knows me well knows who I mean. They're no longer on Tumblr and I do not associate with them, ever. Dealt with their toxic bullshit for too damn long. Let's just say it was bad enough for THREE callout blogs to be on their ass and they STILL haven't done apologies owed. And the ones we got were half-assed.

And yeah I'm still salty over the whole shit but it doesn't affect me anywhere near as much as it did. Although if we're talking about other people.... some DNIs are just utterly fucking stupid, listing off everyone under the fucking sun to the point that they're just never gonna get interactions. I know some are jokes but..... yeah. Some are actually genuine. Some have a good reason for it because if it's a specific person then they either have beef or that person they have listed is a toxic as fuck individual.

Anyway. Moving on. (That became a whole ass rant, whoops.)

17.) Fanon Interpretations

-{The one thing that pisses me off above all else is the fact that some people are forever stuck on what shit Katsuki said in the first fucking chapter of the manga and absolutely refuse to read past any of that. People did it with Luke from Tales of the Abyss too, they just saw him being an utter fucking brat and didn't try to get past it to see if he had character development. It's why Netflix pissed me off so bad with the ATLA live action because they took away literally every scrap of character development any character even had in the original series. That was what made the original series so fucking GOOD, you got to be with the chars as they learned and grew as CHARACTERS.

Like. Yeah, it's hard to suffer through the beginning when character development is involved, but with anyone who sticks with it, it makes it sooooo worth it. So yeah, if you know a character has growth? Stick with it. It's hard, but holy shit is it worth the wait. Don't judge a character by how they are in the beginning, judge them when you've seen them grow and become who they were meant to be.

30.) Blocking

-{Oh lord is this feature not used enough. My policy is and has always been 'live and let live' -- if you don't like a person or a ship, block them. Get them off your dash and you won't have to worry about it anymore.

This day and age though? People are more likely to hop into an inbox just to send anon hate for some of the stupidest shit. I've seen people get anon hate just because they write questionable shit, and get fucking callouts just because they write really questionable shit. When I first came onto Tumblr, that was how things went, if you didn't like a thing a blog posted, you blocked them. You got them off your dash and that was it. Nowadays people are all too happy to just attack someone over it.

I'll probably get a lot of shit over this but blocking solves so much more shit than attacking someone does. You attack someone it just causes them stress and a shitload of drama that nobody needs and it's just troll fuckery. It's not worth it and had never been.

#;ooc #;outofnitroglycerin #-{As for the last bit? Yeah I've been doing good!#-{A lot better than when you-know-who was around - that's for damn sure #-{To the point I feel comfortable enough popping back on here more often #;tw: sensitive topics

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kazsworlds · 3 days ago

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Just read someone asking about how they manage their fan life and it is interesting because I have some rules that makes my life WAAAY better on the internet and as a collector

MY rules to being online

Don't be afraid to block, mute users or hide comments. You most likely won't even meet those people IRL.

The internet is made of bubbles. No, not everybody is in social media. Yes, there are fans just like us who don't interact with the fandom online.

Continuing on the social media bubble, if one place is bothering you, there are a lot of places to interact. Yes, here on the internet you can start from scratch.

You don't have to engage in fanwars if it means worsening your mental health. Again, there are bubbles, and frequently these fanwars don't even affect your fave.

Fandoms use words without knowing their meaning or their relevance in the topic, mainly in kpop fandoms.

A fan isn't less of a fan if they don't spend money on their faves. You consume while being mindful of your condition.

Try to avoid at all costs people who are just negative towards other people and are only positive with their faves or friends' faves. I have seen time and time again this kind of people and they aren't worth the time. If they could, they would throw anybody under the bus for their fave and this isn't a positive thing. When I mean anybody, I mean ANYBODY.

Can't avoid? Ignore them, interact only when needed.

You don't have to badmouth them to the rest of the world, they normally do that on their own. Focus on your well-being.

A lot of these stans who accuse idols who didn't even get jailed, not even judged and don't have any evidence, are children. If they aren't, they are childish, don't waste time with them.

Live outside of your fandom, live your life outside the internet. Here may be a fun place for a lot of things, but I feel we get exposed to dangerous people and ideologies. Basically touching some grass is cool sometimes.

Talk with people outside and explore more interests. My K-pop friendships aren't tied only by K-pop, but we have a lot in common.

Now, as I'm a collector for...two years, I have to set some limits for myself since I too have other goals in mind.

MY rules as a collector

Albums first, photocards later.

(when it comes to choosing photocards) Always be sure which outfit is your favourite and what pose does you fave do the most. Normally I don't buy a lot of photocards with the same pose, it doesn't appeal to me.

Members versions? Then only purchase my biases' versions. Example, with Suju, only Yesung and Ryeowook (or including Sungmin).

If there are a lot of group versions, don't worry about inclusions if there are sets of albums with really good prices.

Search prices on national and international markets, don't buy from nationals if they are too greedy (example, I have seen A LOT of times people selling f(X) albums in a really high price when it doesn't make sense at all)

Collector friends? Trade photocards, sell or give to them, you don't have to keep photocards of all members.

Keep your list of items updated. It helps a lot while stanning a active group (like Suju)

Well, that was it. I don't think there are any point I missed, but maybe I can add later.

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 9 months ago

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For my own personal reference re: Dove eventually getting therapy:

The canonical therapist is named Jana. (Pre-boot canon, anyways, but I already cherrypick what I want from comics vs. cartoon, so what harm can a little continuity picking do?)

So according to the comicvine page here:

https://comicvine.gamespot.com/jana-bodie/4005-77183/

Jana appears in: The 2011 Zatanna series, issues 1, 8, and 11, and a Zatanna TPB from 2017. (Which might contain the same issues?)

....I've been wanting to read more about Zatanna for years, anyways.

(Kinda tempted to see what that post is talking about re: Sanctuary in Heroes in Crisis, but I didn't like the way that story handled my favorite characters, so I'm not too keen on reading THAT.)

Note-taking to come below the cut as I skin through to glean some canon tidbits.

From the excerpt I've already seen: I know her office seems to change its appearance (maybe shift its entire reality around?) based on her clients. Probably what they'd be the most comfortable in.

I forgot to remember it, but Jana herself seems to change shape, too!

I wonder if her changing form is a thing she does intentionally? Does she ask each client what they'd be most comfortable talking to her as? Because if she goes on What the Client Is, I think it could be really interesting if she takes a demon form upon meeting Dove, which Greatly Concerns Dove, until she explains that no, no she REALLY identifies more with her (mostly) human half and would very much prefer that form, please.

I just reread the excerpt on the post, and noticed her office seems to be accessible through otherdimensional means. Going there would probably disorient Dove quite a bit. (Which could give them a reason to work on her emet*phobia because traveling like that tends to get her senses and her stomach worked up. I don't think It Would Happen^tm, but she'd still be nervous and unsettled.)

"All are welcome to consult with her"-- that would probably relieve a sticking point for Dove. Trigon is canonically known in mystic circles, so Jana probably knows about him, right? So Dove would have learned He's Well Known and would worry Jana would refuse to treat her for it if she found out who her father is. That might be one of the things that Dove doesn't Specify until after several sessions. (Jana could probably tell Dove isn't keen to talk about it, and would probably ask why. But Dove wouldn't tell her without a lot of trust being built up first.)

Also, "her office is a neutral zone between realities". So maybe Dove wouldn't be AS disoriented as usual when she's traveling between facets of reality, but she could still mention that she was nervous to go there because it USUALLY makes her feel unwell?

(Azarath was described as being "between the dimensions", so maybe it's actually reassuringly EASY for her to get there? Dove physically has Azarathean blood, after all!)

And judging by Zatanna meditating in a circle of candles and the visualization of a ghostly form re-entering her: You need to astral project to get to Dr. Bodie's office? I mean, Dove can DO that but she'd probably need help. (She's much better at meditation as an adult than a teen, but astral projection isn't on her specialty list.) Maybe that's where I can have Raven come in: Helping Dove GET there the first time, but she won't STAY there.

(giggles to myself in Nexus reference that nobody will ever catch, probably.)

Actually? Hell, I've written Dove trying the soul-self thing a couple times! It never goes very well for Dove. Maybe this can be how she learns to do it Her Way, even if she's not as delineated between physical and astral bodies as Raven is.

Srentha could definitely help her Get there, though. Traveling between dimensions is one of HIS Specialties^tm.

#rhs has ocs and this is the tag about them #iala yona #rhs stories #rhs nts #rhs fic ideas #I may write about it someday (I know therapy speak so well I think I could DO IT)#but as of right now I don't really have a ''story notes'' tag so it's getting the fic ideas one as a placeholder.#jana bodie

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maddu-oliveira · 3 years ago

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💫 Pathetic Lover 💫

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader

warnings: friends to lovers, kissing, fluff, bad language, bad day at work and mention of sex.

word count: 1.1K

A/N: using 59 + 67 prompts from this list by @writinginstardust

Steven looked around your living room while waiting for you, noticing every detail of your apartment even without moving from the couch, looking at your portraits and some books on a desk in the corner. Meanwhile you were waiting for the water to boil, separating two cups on the kitchen counter and grabbing the sugar too. You had invited him for tea after work realizing that your colleague needed to relax a little and rest his mind. He was nervous about being there even though he was your friend and you had visited him a few times as well, this was unusual and even more because Steven started to feel something for you. After finding out the reason for his sleeping problems, knowing now that he shared a body with a kind of vigilante and a God seemed crazy, making his life even more complicated and making him give up saying anything to you about his feelings.

Or maybe you are using this as an excuse to be a coward.

Marc's American accent startled him and he quickly looked around the room for his reflection, finding it in the glass of the coffee table in front of him. Steven tried to ignore the comment, looking toward the kitchen to see what you were doing, running his hands over his lap as they began to sweat from his nervousness.

You should go there, kiss her and fu-

"No, stop it! You can't do this right now" He huffed getting up from the couch but soon he heard your footsteps.

"Is everything alright, dear?" You appeared at the entrance between the kitchen and the living room looking at him with a worried expression.

"Oh yeah- as good as it gets" Steven answered, feeling his cheeks burn because of the pet name.

"Tea is almost ready, if you want to turn on the tv or read one of the books, I'll be back in a minute" You said smiling to him and heading back to the kitchen.

The accent makes her sound sexier and I can't believe you're losing this opportunity.

"It's the same accent I have, you weirdo" Now he was talking with Marc reflection in one of the portraits.

No offense but she sounds better with it, man

"Yeah, that's true... She always sounds good" He said with dreaming eyes and a smile forming in his lips.

You better do something before someone else does- And I don't mean me doing it

"Wh-who do you mean then?" Steven felt nauseous just to know that he would probably lose you to someone else.

How didn't you see? JB was clearly flirting with her today.

"What- JB? Bloody hell… I didn't notice it" He ran his hands through his hair, removing the lock that was on his forehead and bothering him.

Calm down! We got this, Steven! You just have to do something

"What am I supposed to do, mate? She can kick me out of here and never speak to me again.... That would be a disaster!" He exclaimed, almost panicking.

She wouldn't do that to us… Well she is too sweet for something so exaggerated.

"I wouldn't push my luck... Don't you remember when Donna tried to put us in inventory because we were 2 minutes late? Y/N was furious!" Steven said nervously fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater as he looked at his alter silently asking for help.

With your sad face and my flirting skills she won't resist! We are a team, man!

"Sad face? Is that all you think I have to offer? We look the same!" He protested seeing Marc arch his eyebrow. “And I also have flirting skills but- I don’t have the courage to use”

I noticed that and she inviting us here was a surprise… You were supposed to do it

“How I-” Steven got interrupted by the sound of you clearing your throat to get his attention, but this made him freeze in place, startled and turn slowly to find you standing there with the tea cups in hand staring at him. He expected to meet an angry look or even one that judged him, but you looked at him confused and a little worried.

“Uh, am I interrupting?” Your voice was low, but he could hear because of the silence in the apartment.

She caught us! Try to fix it, Steven!

“H-How long have you been standing there?” He could see Marc rolling his eyes through the reflection and heard him, again, giving up on helping him.

“Enough to make me confused and a little worried…Are you sure it's all right?” You said, placing the cups on the coffee table and motioning for him to sit down again, now beside me.

“Yes, everything is fine” Steven gave you a weak smile before sitting down. “It's just been a hard day, you know?”

“I'm sorry about that, honey... I couldn't save you from Donna today, she was already punishing me for something I had no idea” You held his free hand and smiled at him.

“I- I should save you from her too… Love” He whispered the pet name that almost went unnoticed by you.

“So is it common for you to talk to yourself?” You asked, trying not to sound rude or offend him.

“Yeah, pretty much it…Do I sound mad?” He looked at you with those tired puppy eyes that made your heart jump inside your chest.

“No! I think talking to yourself it’ normal, you know? We have answers and it’s easier to trust than other people-” Your rambling made Steven give you a real smile this time.

That’s pathetic to watch…

“So- Are you going to show me your flirting skills or I have to take it from you?” You said finishing your tea and leaving the cup on the table again.

“Oh- Bloody hell! I don’t think you would like it…” He felt his cheeks burning like hell.

“You have to try it before you know that, Steven” You came closer to him slowly, as if you wanted to pet a stray cat without scaring it away.

“I- I fancy you, darling” Steven said shyly, feeling like he could explode at any moment.

“Aw Steven… You’re so adorable! Can I kiss you?” The answer you got ws him nodding rapidly to you.

It was enough for you to bring your lips together in a quiet, passionate kiss, guided by slow movements and gentle touches on Steven's face. While he kept his hands on your shoulders, not knowing whether to take them off or not, it was still like a dream to be kissing you. When they broke apart gasping for air, they were grinning like fools and their foreheads touching in a gesture of affection.

“Let's rest a bit, because we deserve it, don't you think?” You whispered to him, brushing your lips on his.

“Yeah… We deserve it” Steven said, giving you heart eyes.

That was unexpected… But it worked for you, pathetic lover.

Steven could notice that Marc was sounding proud of him but decided to not point it out knowing that he would deny it till the end.

#steven grant x y/n #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac

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evanox · 2 years ago

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Day 3: Starsworn (+ modern au?)

I decided I'm using LegacyTober to try and resurrect abandoned drafts. This one has been here for months. After I wrote the Sage x Rime post, I wanted to try my hand at what the dynamic would look like between the other Starsworn. (Can be read as platonic or romantic, up to you!) Won't be doing taglist bc I don't want people to feel like I'm shoving my crack ships down their throats jhgjh

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Felix x Anisa

I was crying over a scratch on my knee. No one could come to my aid, for you see, I was quite the rebellious child⁠—still am, but that's neither here nor there⁠—and thought it was a good idea to sneak out to the playground all by myself. A tumble from the slide made me regret that decision very quickly, at least at the time.

Then you came along, like an angel descended from the heavens, and washed away the blood with water from your pink Hello Kitty bottle. You gently pressed a folded tissue to the scratch until the bleeding ceased, then hugged me until I stopped crying. Not once did you complain about all the tears and snot I must've gotten all over your shoulder.

Papa had already found me by then, and all was well, but you still insisted on splitting your chocolate bar with me. You said it was your favorite.

I looked to you every day since then like the sunflowers look to the sun, and you always shone just as brightly. I bet you still do. I never found the confidence to tell you, and we've already parted ways, and I wonder when or if I'll ever see you again, but you'll always be my first love. I cherish every cheesy line of poetry I wrote about your big smile and emerald eyes on the back of my notebook.

I also remain grateful for the friendship we've had. I find myself wondering from time to time what you might be up to now. I've always had a feeling you're meant for greatness.

I still remember what brand your favorite chocolate bar was.

Anisa x Sage

I was really hoping my last years of high school would go smoothly. I had a vision, you know. Terrible distractions, you and Felix⁠—you more so than him. I say that with the fondest smile on my face, not that either of you needs to know.

Those would've been some terribly dull years had it not been for you two.

You, however... I hate how often your shitty pick-up lines made me feel like the most special girl in the world. I know you said them to anything with a beating heart. Honestly, the only reason you got away with any of it was your stupid, charming smile.

Everyone said we'd look really hot together at prom (ugh, as if!), but I never paid them much mind. I much preferred being your competition for the hearts of the cheerleaders. Of course, that didn't stop you from saying I'd look "smokin' hot" in red. I told you you had no authority on what's fashionable. I avoided you at the party because I didn't want to see your smug smirk when I did come in red.

Looking back, I find it all very funny, endearing even. I was so fussy, wasn't I? I'm lucky you have a ridiculously big heart (I can already imagine what face you'd make if anyone told you that, but it is true) and knew how to have fun.

Another thing I'll never tell you: you looked very good at the reunion. Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if we actually went for it, you and I.

Sage x Felix

Ill-mannered, loud, vulgar, the list goes on and on... I've once looked down upon your antics with disdain. I am now more grateful than ever for the absolute riot you are.

I don't understand why I was so worried about inviting you over to play that one time. How else would I have gotten some of the most priceless, horrified faces out of my father? Since then, you have always been—and will always be—welcome to dinner at our place. Truth be told, I do not know how I could weather another family reunion without you.

(I'd tell you papa enjoys your company immensely too, but I fear what you would do with that information.)

If my father did not rush to judge you so harshly, he would've known what a great friend you are too. (If he thinks you're the reason I am so "rebellious," then that old man doesn't know me as well he claims he does). I know it's hard for you to sit still and listen to what I'm saying, and maybe half my words go through one ear and out the other but you still try⁠—if the concentrated furrow between your brows is anything to go by⁠—and that means the world to me.

I can't say I'm too certain about how I feel about you. At least, I was certain at some point: you're the greatest friend I could ask for. Then there are times when you look at me in that way, and I can't tell if you're only teasing. You probably are, but hells, I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me feel something.

I doubt it matters much how I feel. For one as perceptive as you are, you sure wouldn't know a hint if it slapped you in the face. I suppose that's part of your charm.

#last legacy #fictif #fictif last legacy #legacytober #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka #felix escellun #last legacy anisa #last legacy sage #last legacy felix

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hannaswritingblog · 3 years ago

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Imagine: having a Christmas party in the Gryffindor common room with your close friends Remus and Sirius 🎄

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Requested by anon [x]

A/N: In the end I didn't put in the pranks that you mentioned in the request (I don't feel like I could do it without making this imagine too long/complex), but I definitely tried my best to grasp your idea and I hope you like this anyway!

Even though it shouldn't be surprising with most of the students leaving Hogwarts to spend Christmas at home, Gryffindor Tower feels strangely calm during the winter break.

Or at least it did until the evening of the Christmas day. You're sitting on your bed, trying to read a book and forget that you're one of the very few students that had to stay at school during this time. Suddenly you hear music that must be playing in the common room.

You try to ignore it at first, but soon it becomes annoying enough to drag you out of your dormitory. When you enter the common room, you see Sirius Black dancing around and Remus Lupin sitting by the fireplace with a bottle of butter beer.

'Hey! Join us, Y/N!' Remus exclaims when he sees you.

'What are you doing?' you ask.

'Having a party, can't you see?' Sirius explains, stopping for a second. 'We might be stuck here, but it doesn't mean it has to be boring. You really should join us.'

As he speaks, Remus approaches you and puts a bottle of firewhisky in your hand. Hesitating a little, you open it and take a sip. It doesn't stop you from asking:

'Are you even allowed to throw a party? Where did you get the music box from... and all the alcohol?'

'Don't worry about it, our sweet Y/N,' Sirius responds with a smile. 'Just drink that firewhisky up and have some fun with us.'

He goes back to his crazy dance. For a while, you only stand there, sipping the firewhisky. Soon it helps you relax and you start swaying to the rhythm of the music. You're quietly hoping to be left there so you can go back to reading soon, but Sirius still won't leave you alone and soon decides he'll teach you to dance a tango.

'Sirius, you don't even know how to tango!' Remus exclaims when he hears about that.

Despite this remark you can't resist the charm of the situation you got yourself into anymore; you just start laughing as you stand in Sirius's arms. He laughs with you, but it doesn't stop him from trying to dance together.

Both of you start from zero, but after a couple of mostly failed attempts Remus decides you're actually pretty decent at tango, or at least at trying it. In your heart you agree with him and add that it doesn't matter how ridiculous it all seems - what matters is ending up feeling less lonely on Christmas.

'It's been a pleasure trying the tango with you,' Sirius says and kisses your hand as you finally decide to end the party and go to get some sleep. 'Please don't forget me, beautiful stranger.'

You respond with a giggle, and you see Remus smirking over Sirius's shoulder.

When you're in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you know you surely won't forget the feeling of firewhisky running through your veins, Sirius Black dancing with you, Remus Lupin judging you and the fun you had for a long time.

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slenderman-apologist · 2 years ago

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I found this website that gives you prompts and deletes your writing if you don't write for over 10 seconds, and i kept making every story somehow related to Slenderman.

AND SINCE THIS IS A CRP BLOG (MAINLY) IM SO POSTING THEM

CW: 1st story, paranoia, a person goes missing. 2nd story, murder, paranoia, psychosis, nightmares, 3rd story, no warnings^^

1st short story,

They found his diary under his bed, and with little to no hesitation his worried friends started reading it. Within a few pages they started noticing these small untidy doodles on the sides and corners of the page as the writing got messier and messier.

They first paid no mind to it but as they skimmed over the pages they started noticing a pattern of only high leaning oak trees or these weirdly tall and disproportionate stick figures being drawn. Not to mention the entries got more and more worrying in it’s contents, their dear, now missing friend was only talking about his day in short bullet points and then in a long paragraph of this “it” (as he referred to it) has been following his every movement, a list of times he has caught “it” looking at him.

One friend at this point got way too unnerved by the contents of the journal and strongly suggested the other friend stop reading and return to investigate it more later; but the other friend denied, being weirdly intrigued by the uncanniness and horror of the diary. Little did he know this would be the cause of his and his friend’s demise.

2nd short story,

She had made a poor job of hiding the damage. She couldn't help but smile awkwardly as she hid the knife and her bloody hands behind her back, trying to convince her own "hallucination" that she did not commit first degree murder out of pure insanity.

It was so stupid, so dumb and so horribly wrong and disappointing at the same time, she tried to be such a good person, good grades in uni, clean house, good social status, a nice relationship with her family, she tried so hard it was going good, it was going great, she was doing so well and there it fell straight down the well, as she descended into madness.

She was weak. She was manipulable, she did it. She did what it said. All she needed was a little push, just a few months of sleepless nights or slumber filled with horrors. A little social isolation, just a small amount of suspicion that maybe others were in on it. Maybe others saw him too, maybe they all were working against her with him. She couldn't help it, whenever she was near this person she just had this overbearing urge to kill him, and since up until this point she didn't, she had to leave the room or even the building with a horrible anxiety attack. It was the consequence of her actions, disobedience is not well rewarded. But she won't have to worry about that now.

3rd short story,

He hadn't meant to scare the child. He genuinely didn't, and it's the first time that's happened in a good while. He didn't want to hurt the child either, he was so small, fragile and scared, too little of a challenge for the creature to feel good about eating. Ok, maybe he just simply wasn't hungry, it had to be admitted; he liked to stay true to himself. But what to do about the frozen-in-movement little boy standing in front of him, afraid to even blink fearing if he does his life would be over.

He moved his disproportionate “hand” towards him slowly in order not to scare the boy and took his hand. Surely his parents were near, right? The boy was surprisingly not resistant at all and walked silently with him on the non-existent path to find his parents. As they were finally back on the trail, near to the edge of the woods, it heard a male and a female voice screaming a name. They were his parents by all means, judging from how the child's eyes lightened up as he gasped with joy when he heard his name. It let go of little Chris' hand, and after he mumbled a "thank you" while walking backwards, he turned around and sprinted in his parents direction yelling "mom, dad i'm here!". Rarely even evil forest creatures can do something nice it guessed.

#slender man #slenderman #slenderman creepypasta #slenderverse #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta x reader #cw missing person #cw murder #cw paranoia #cw psychosis

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nicklas · 2 years ago

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In a name

Rosie Merrigold Howell was no good. It was not a name to strike fear, a name that signals the greatness that she as destined for. It would have to go. But not yet, the anonymity was a boon right now. It let her get away with things, no one watched her, none really knew her. No one apart for her brother. Cavan was in the corner, snarling, incorporeal, invisible to all. Ready to leap when she demanded. The best of guard dogs like all big brothers, good little Cavan.

“Rose!” The door shook at the pounding. “I got the book” It was barely a whisper but for her it was a shout. Cavan opened the door for her so she wouldn’t have to stand up.

The man outside was trying to look unbothered without succeeding. The way his eyebrows scrunched into a frown for just a second.

“The grimoire of Thessany The Frail? You actually got it?” He shook his head. “Oh… “ She had judged Croak’s too obvious display of emotions earlier, and now she was sure she herself had shown even more. He smiled and pushed the small unassuming book across the table. Notes of Study. Transmutation. Her fingers traced the pages as she opened it.

“It was further down the list. Not that I know why your husband would want to pay this much for a book of that size but…”

Shadowbound text cut her fingertips as she slid them across the letters with a slight tremor, secret notes in the margin hidden among the handwritten text itself. For a brief moment she stopped breathing and had to make an effort to start again.

“It's an anniversary gift so I hope we can keep the cost between us.” She smiled. It was as with a lot of things people associated with Rosie. Unassuming but friendly. The kind of smile that make you feel better but you have no recollection of it afterwards.

“Of course mam. I'll be discretion personified, don't worry about that. ” Rose hardly heard him as she read a page. She's barely past fifty, and with this she could have so much before schedule. She hadn't dared to hope and here it was. Could this be the last year as Rosie? She didn't even register as she gave the man his payment and sent him away, her mind already thinking about next step.

“Cavan, that man. He threaten us. Take care of him and his tonight, won't you dear?” The wraith grinned at the thought of a playmate, it was a while since the last one and humans rarely survive long outside of their meagre fleshy existence. He hoped Croak would last a fortnight. If not, with the others in the house it would at worst be a bountiful evening of pain and play.

Rose sighed as her brother’s spirit left. Why couldn't what she had to do be as easy as killing the Croak household? She loved her husband, just as she had loved her brother. “But we all have to sacrifice something” she said to the now empty room and that gave her comfort. “Good little Cavan.”

[ I'm not running a game and have a game mastering time out, so instead I'm making up a world and writing fiction about the people in it. Even though I'm rusty as fuck, it's nice to write. ]

#the beginning of a draft #fiction #a coral of bones #rusty as fuck at writing #in that general villainy sort of area

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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6 - Bryan's New Girl

Everything Changed At 21

Part 7

Tag list @bvbwestfall @abaker74

Someone started shaking me awake from my peaceful sleep in this soft bed. I grumbled rolling over and squinting one eye open seeing Chloe sitting up in the bed phone in hand opened to something. "Chlo...what's going on. It's...8 in the morning." I looked at the clock on the nightstand still feeling tired from the concert last night. Luke's manager took us all out for drinks afterwards with Luke insisting on paying the bill. Chloe flashed her phone screen in my face where I gasped in horror at an article about Luke. A picture of us kissing is underneath the title in caps. "Not Long After Divorce Bryan Has A New Girl." Throwing the phone back at her I flopped over burying my face in the pillows groaning at the sight. I didn't think the media would get their hands on that picture that quick. The guy on lights last night should have cut them off immediately before anyone had the chance to snap a picture. Or better yet I should have not kissed him back. But then the headline would be saying Luke got rejected and I'd look like a monster then.

"What am I gonna do now Chloe. I'm not prepared or comfortable being in the spotlight...not yet anyway." I grumbled holding a pillow over my face. She laid down pulling it down from my eyes giving me a weak look. "Does Luke know that Y/n?" Rolling over to face her I smack my hands against the pillows. "We haven't even had our first official date yet. Cause we're not counting the night at the cabin at official date!" Flopping over I opened my lock screen and felt my face heat up at the picture of us kissing quickly turning the screen off. Chloe grabbed my shoulder turning me back over so I'd look at her. "Go talk to him. He's literally on the other side of the wall." Slumping my shoulders I climbed out of the bed not caring really that I'm wearing an old shirt from college and some gym shorts. Not even really brushed my hair either. Opening the door I walk over knocking three times until I got an answer. "Luke, we need to talk. It's Y/n, Luke!" The door opened and I covered my eyes seeing him only wearing shorts but no shirt. He quickly closed the door opening it again wearing a random grey tea shirt seeing my face is burning red. "Sorry about that. What do we need to talk about?" He asked letting me inside his room while I scrolled through my phone finding the article Chloe showed me.

He slumped down on the bed reading the article I'd say like twice before actually looking me in the eye. Running my fingers through my hair I just paced back in forth in front of him. I don't regret that he kissed me last night. I just didn't think it would happen this fast. "Y/n, I'm sorry about kissing you the other night. I just was in the moment and so I thought-" I cut him off throwing my hands up shaking my head at him. "You don't have anything to apologize for Luke. You were my first kiss and I love that. It's just that.. " I trailed off feeling embarrassed so I looked at my bare feet instead. He gets to his feet tilting my chin up with his thumb so I'd look him in the eye. He has worry clearly in his eyes. "You can tell me anything. I won't judge you for it. You know that right?" Nodding my head I play with the end of my shirt that he remembered I did when I was nervous. Slowly releasing a breath I finally met his gaze. "I'm a shy person, Luke. I've never been comfortable in the spotlight like you are especially on stage. You're an amazing guy from what I've seen the last couple of days so I don't want to mess things up...by saying that I wished I never kissed you just so it wouldn't end up in the paparazzis hands the very next morning. I-"

He cuts me short holding my face in his hands pressing his lips onto mine slowly. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed back until he broke the kiss resting his forehead against mine. "I'll talk to my manager tomorrow. To see if he can get it taken down. If you're not ready I get that. Not everybody instantly loves the spotlight like me. Just tell me what you want and I'll do my best to make you happy." He smiled before I leaned up on my toes kissing him for the first time ever. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him smiling into the kiss. I broke it needing air yet I barely had time when he picked me up throwing me on the bed. Jumping in right beside me smiling still. Rolling over onto my side to face him I leaned over kissing him again and he kisses back running a hand through my hair until his phone went off making us both groan. "I swear that better not be Chloe wanting to know what happened." I mumbled when he sat up answering his cellphone getting mad for only being on the phone for a short time.

"Caroline no - look it's your weekend with the boys I can't just - I'm in Vegas you can't drop them off.." He hung up the phone running his hands through his hair falling back onto the bed. I shifted so I'm sitting up against the pillows waiting a few minutes before daring to ask the question. "What was that all about?" He flipped over resting his chin in the palm of his hand eyeing me. "My ex wife Caroline. She decided that the boys should go see my new girl. So she's bringing them here on a plane then flying back home." He didn't seem happy about the situation but I don't want to pry into his past. I knew he had a wife and kids but it's going to be really awkward when I have to meet them all the sudden. Luke sits up moving hair from my eyes sighing heavily. "I know we're not doing things in the traditional way but would you be okay meeting my kids?" He asked with a weak smile hoping I'd agree. Intertwining his hand with mine I smile hearing someone banging on the door outside. "Come on lovebirds it's time for breakfast!" Chloe hollered on the other side causing me and Luke to start cracking up in laughter of what we were about to tell her this morning.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#Everything Changed At 21 #luke bryan songs #luke bryan #luke bryan fic #luke bryan fanfiction #country music #country #writer #muscician #x reader #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated

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