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saltymothball · 2 months ago

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my unpopular takes on beetlejuice beetlejuice SPOILERS!! (long post)

(i am a fan of the original pls do not come for me) these are just my thoughts on the sequel :D please feel free to add yours too

context! im writing these notes as i watch so theyre a little disorganized

for reference i also rewatched the original immediately prior to the sequel

not opening with the classic beetlejuice muisic ?? even the stage show opens with that music where is it (EDIT- restarted it and it actually does open w the music, but it is much less fun/campy an and more of a spooky remix so i forgot)

its not plot necessary but i do wish we learned how BJ fixed his shrunken head and death by sandworm

where are the maitlands ???? 0 mention of adam and barbra at the beginning ?

BJ's ex wife intro was a very creative concept but i wish they did it with more sfx props and less cgi/green screen

Astrid is like very boring, theyve done nothing to get the audience (me) invested in her?? disney wish vibes like who is she

call it a headcanon i feel like lydia wouldnt be this fucking awkward of a parent ?? she had good role models ie adam and barbra (even if her own parents werent as active, by the end of the original movie it implied they were now living in a healthy family dynamic

the mother daughter drama feels really forced, reminds me of the out-of-place tension between wednesday and morticia in the 2023 show

all angles are super close up and feel like horror angles. the scene where astrid befriends that boy ?? felt like someone was gonna come up and kill them the ENTIRE interaction (edit i guess that makes sense but it nerfed the scene)

IMMEDIATELY knew his parents are dead btw. not showing their faces is so clearly they are dead. not an ounce of mystery. theory the boy might be a ghost too?

theory astrids dad isnt dead bc Lydia cant see him

the witching hour wrong ?? last i knew it was 3am not 12am. weird thing to get wrong

its like not a silly campy vibe ?? its like uncomfortable.

dont like lydias new man hes pushy and gross

i miss adam and barbra

it doesnt make sense that no one taking lydia seriously ? delia knows she can see ghosts and has also experienced beetlejuice

lydias fiance is a horrid excuse for a partner (how tf did she meet him like did he just walk in bc the plot needed another person to hate lydia

not the dead protester joke :(

the spill-your-guts/pregnancy felt really idk,,, icky??? dont know how to explain it but it uncomfortably long

follow up- a lot of the visual ghost gags felt very gross/gorey ? like in the original movie the gags were inbetween silly/sexual/spooky-but this one feels more like blood and guts instead of spiders and snakes. exhibit A) otho casually shoving corpse barbra out of the way when looking at the closet with delia / exhibit b) the guy with the cigarettes at the end of the original

theory that astrid is going to end up seeing ghosts by the end of the movie

love the "eeee!" noise BJ makes when people say his name

ok BJ with the guitar after lydia tells him off was legitimately funny

i know astrid is an angsty teen but my god she is so hostile towards lydia

calling it at 56mins the boys parents are SO dead bc they deliberately didnt have lydia meet them

listen i have nothing against jenna ortega but it feels like she is type-casted to play exactly one character now, like let the girl play something other than a monotone gothy teen

"they found a loophole and moved on" okay whatever that means

astrids awkwardness w this ghost boy is pretty cute. he is so definitely a ghost though

yup called it hes a ghost

"my mom was telling the truth... shit" lmao

this boy feels very sus bc why are you trying to bribe her w her father

still no info on how lydia and rory met ??

MURDER HOUSE ?? TH BOY IS A MURDERER ??? okay thats a good twist ill give them that

astrid going into the afterlife to see her dad feels very "lydia going to the afterlife to see her mom" plot from the stage show ?

astrid honey you have too much faith in this ghost boy

oh my fucking god delia did you really get poisonous snakes....so on brand for her

Beetlegeuse literally carrying the whole movie

every scene he's in is absolutely giving

william dafoe is pretty good too but adding him just feels like he is william dafoe and not the character hes playing (who is also an actor)

delia correcting herself from saying fuck is really funny like girl was that scripted

okay ok astrd seeing her dad working in immigration was pretty neat

i had actually forgotten abt BJs ex wife until now ? doesnt seem like she actually adds much to the story beyond giving BJ a new reason to pursue lydia... which he was already doing...?

are they all going to end up in the afterlfe wtf

the afterlife desert takes place on the fucking moon of saturn ?? okay

is it just me or is the sandworm not claymation... like maybe its just the way it looks but i swear it looks like they cgi'd it but then cut down the frame rate

damn lydias husband really got eaten by piranhas.. what a way to die oh my god

there was no real stakes to astrid switching her soul? they resolved that so fast like lydia just grabbed her and they ran

oh their husband/dad is back now everything is fixed...? like all that hate towards her mom is now gone bc her mom was telling the truth about seeing ghosts? dad just resolved the only conflict

beetlejuice didnt even help get astrid back he went on a pee break and the plot progressed

love bad cop william defoe

"are you filled with fear and trembling?" "yes im shitting my pants" absolutely gold

BJ on fetchquests this whole movie fr

the soul sucking lady please she ate bobs nametag :(

ok wtf they really solved ghost boy dilemma in 5 seconds, BJ ex machina... like he rlly just got him like that ??? anticlimactic

ok good astrid apologized for being a shitty kid

rory please stop kissing lydias neck

i kind of hate the modern nods like the self securing seatbelt in the priests car, or the influencers at the wedding, really weird unnecessary detail

BJ and Delia wedding crashers my fav

how did Beetlejuice get into the church ? if he is a demon like previously established, shouldnt he NOT be able to step on holy ground

enjoyed the slapstick moment of lydia punching rory, good moment

her red dress omg !! pretty

BJ himself is just too funny, making the priest sing top tier

i still miss adam and barbra :( if they can cgi that dead guy in star wars i think we couldve brought alec baldwin and geena davis who are in fact still very alive and look great

they really didnt make me interested in BJs ex wife other than she is pretty and looks like morticia addams ?

BJ making everybody partake in singing is very silly

everybody dancing at the wedding scene must have been fun to film, everybody looks like theyre jamming

lmao whos dog was that in the hallucinations ?? is that the dog who killed the maitlands

"ghoul squad" ok monster high

oh finally his ex is here

lydia so casually pushed out of the way lmao

why does BJ have more etherial powers than every other ghost?

offering rory to the soul sucking lady is so good

theyre really just gonna sandworm for the plot resolution again ???

his ex wife was a threat for all of 4 seconds

lol the legal marriage loophole was kinda funny

is delia like forever dead ? is she a ghost now? is beetlejuice dead?

i still love delia. "i will find charles and we will haunt you both" good for her

are the influencer wedding guests dead

everything got wrapped up very quickly

good on delia for still loving her husband even though that shark absolutely annihilated him

what ?? astrid is married now???

WHAT ??? SHES GIVING BIRTH ?????

oh ok its a dream

having a second pregnancy bit felt really weird

they alluded to another sequel :(

please remember i am actually a huge fan of beetlejuice !! no hate to the franchise these are just my personal opinions on the sequel. i would love to hear your thoughts as well !!

#delia is perfect. no notes #keatlejuice #beetlejuice #beetlejuice 2 #beetlejuice beetlejuice #lydia deetz #hot take #cold take #unpopular opinons #tim burton #michael keaton #micheal keaton #delia deetz #beetlejuice 1988 #betelgeuse #charles deetz

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im-not-buying-it-ether · 9 months ago

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DC should have never un-twined the Batsons

I mean it, there is so much that could be done today in interesting character developments and analysis or just struggles and issues about their whole dynamic without jeopardizing the “Magic twins in their own found family that fight the forces of evil” thing

To prove my point, I’m going to rattle off ideas that could most definitely have been explored in DC’s “If it’s gritty it’s good” writing mentality and its love for drama

As it goes, their story started on the simple note of the whole switched at birth story, with Mary swapped with another couples dead daughter by said couples nurse to neither family’s knowledge.

That alone is gold, it leaves the Batson family mourning a child while (depending on the canon) doing their best to be active and loving parents to the child they do have. And it doesn’t have to just be the parents, my own brother has a sister that died before he could remember her at all (we are half siblings and I never knew her) and he still makes a yearly trip to her grave to clean it up and keep the grass from covering it. Billy could have very well have mourned too and have had a hang up about being the twin that lived when it seemed like his sister died shortly after birth.

Then, when Nurse Primm does tell Billy the truth in her dying days, Billy could have this whole relief at having his sister or having a sister. It would also open up this whole bag of worms with Mary, because as much as she loves her brother and spending time with him it comes with the revelation that her parents weren’t her parents and her nurse did a horrible thing to their biological parents.

There’s the fact that the Batsons are dead and they died thinking she was gone, she never got the chance to meet them, all she has is her brother who did know them. And then comes the Bromfields, should she tell them or not? She isn’t their daughter, not even legally since she was switched without their knowledge. She’s known them as her parents her whole life up until that point, she might not want to tell them and would have to keep her real relationship to Billy secret and say they’re just friends when that’s her literal twin.

It’s only when they are powered up, turned into Captain and Mary Marvel, that they can even publicly call the other a sibling because that’s their alternate identities. That magic is something they can share as a family, they are explicitly called the Marvel Family with Freddy and Uncle Dudley and the other Lieutenant Marvels who are also like family to them to a degree.

There is a great potential for their power and magic as an allegory for found family, as it’s been used previously in the newer comics. They could have Mary agonizing over knowing she’s not the Bromfields real daughter, they could have them accept her any way and want to bring Billy in too despite his well known independence even at a young age, it could be a real angsty chapter in Mary’s life if her parents didn’t accept her after knowing at the reveal. It could be a reveal! Mary could be hiding far more than her superheroics from her parents!

And with Billy he could still mourn, with as big as his heart has always been, and remember the daughter Mary was swapped with. He could still visit her grave, probably next to his parents’ with the name they gave her (because they’ll insist you name the child you lost to help mourn them) and feel bad for both couples. His parents for grieving someone else’s kid and holding that sadness until their deaths and the Bromfields for not even knowing their kid is buried by another family with a name they didn’t choose.

Making Mary the motherly older sibling of a foster home didn’t add anything, it took her out of the family adventures by having her go off to college quickly too. With Mary and Billy still being twins there is a different kind of sibling relationship there and the possibility for drama that people could eat up!

Idk if it’s just me who’d like to see these things focused on or the fun of these twins being magical siblings who love eachother despite their massed up origins the more you think about them but I want to see it

#mary batson #billy batson #twins #long post #long #rant #rant post #dc you cowards #dc #shazam #mary marvel #fawcett comics #dc captain marvel #captain marvel dc #dc comics

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone! I’m a 24, female writer here to ask for some 18+ writing partners as I do not interact with minors! As for what I’m looking for today, I would love to write some original roleplays! I have a few writing rules and stipulations but really, it’s nothing too much. I’ll get into those with you really quickly and then we’ll get to the types of plots I’m after!

Okay, here are my few stipulations.

1.) Please have a decent grasp of literacy, no text talk in the roleplay (unless it is a literal text between our characters) such as u, urs, tho, thru, y, r, etc.

2.) Please do NOT force me to write NSFW if I am not feeling it at that moment. I won’t expect you to either if you are absolutely not feeling it. We can always fade to black moment and then move the plot forward from there. This is not to say I won’t welcome NSFW, just don’t want it to be a big part of the plot.

3.) Please do not control my character, we have our own respective characters to add to the story, you control yours and I control mine. If there’s anything you want to have my character do, talk to me! We can happily work through the plot that way with little to no resistance.

4.) Please don’t try to get me to change my characters. (this has happened to me far more than I care to admit to)

5.) Note that I have a busy work schedule. I cannot always do rapid fire, please just be patient with me! I always try to get out at least one post a day. Sometimes it doesn’t always work that way. If I haven’t posted or communicated in two or three days, please reach out to me!

6.) Realistic faceclaims only please!

7.) MXF ONLY! i would prefer the female role! this is nothing against other pairings, but this is what i want for these plots.

As for rules, that’s about all I have! I love to fangirl over my writes, I will literally spam you with playlists, headcanons, all of it. I love to love every piece of our story. I will literally be the biggest fangirl that you have ever seen. I am an avid lover of fantasy, horror, romance, fluff, angst, drama, hurt, comfort. Literally give me all of it! That being said, I cannot write a slow burn to save my life, I tend to get just a little bit too impatient for them. I prefer medium to fast pace in the way of romance.

Now onto what I am looking for in terms of plot. I’m just gonna list a general basis of my ideas and we can sort through options together!

1.) Something having to do with medieval fantasy! I have been so all about fantasy lately. We can definitely collaborate here.

2.) Best friends to lovers but make it so angsty. Whether it’s unrequited love, trauma, or other things, I want something here that’s gonna make me want to ugly cry over these guys.

DISCORD PREFERRED!

tag is: corpsese

thank you!

ALSO! if you have messaged me before about plotting, PLEASE reach back out! i’ve had some big health issues and some other family issues that have kept me busy and i am so sorry!

#roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #mxf rp

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storm-leviosa-fanfics · 3 years ago

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Fic Rec List

In honour of the 2 year anniversary of my last fic rec list, have another.

Seven acts of mercy, by ElodieWrites (multichap, incomplete)

Kicking this whole thing off with a tonne of angst. This is a post-Batman #71 fic so use your discretion on whether that is for you (tw for child abuse etc), but Tim and Damian's relationship is really beautiful in this. Incomplete, but what's there is definitely worth reading

One shot, two shots in the night, by discowing (@wlwdiscowing) (multichap, complete)

Bruce Wayne writes a memoir, goes to therapy, and realises how much his family means to him - not necessarily in that order. I'm a sucker for some good dad Bruce, and this is some great good dad Bruce. He's not perfect but he's trying and that's all we can ask really.

Not taking it for granted, by woodenwashbucket (oneshot)

It wouldn't be a batfam rec list if there weren't some heartbreaking angst. Tim and Damian ruminate on being dead, on being not dead after all, and on grief after everyone you know and love dies. It has a happy ending though, promise.

Farthest you've ever flown, by rutacea (@applejee) (multichap, complete)

Some brilliant hurt/comfort right here. I know just how hard Luka worked on this fic and it really shows! Great work! Tim's dad (Jack not Bruce) kicks him out and Jason, pre-reveal to the rest of the fam, finds out and looks after him.

Batfam pacific rim au, by Calypso_Rambles (@theogygiaisland)(series)

Exactly what it says on the tin really. Just...super good guys idk. Told non-linearly which is really interesting and cool. You never quite know what's coming with this fic and it's so refreshing.

The universe was made just to be seen by your eyes, by popsunner (@popsun) (oneshot)

Somehow angsty and funny and heartwarming all at once I cannot even begin to describe the emotion this makes me feel (which isn't hard ngl but still). Core four roadtrip post-Tim death/resurrection, feat. batfam fluff. The whole series this belongs to is great actually, highly recommend.

Thank you for calling..., by Maximum_Quinn (@aahsokaatano) (oneshot)

Outsider POV. Poor Tyler having to deal with all the batfam's drama. I would be Done™ too. Light-hearted fun, much love.

Secretary Tim (and other shenanigans), by Shirokokuro (@shirokokuro) (series)

Tim is Bruce's secretary in this, which sounds like a crack fic but it's actually not? Which doesn't mean it's not funny! Just it is funny and a little bit angsty. Some of the fics in this series deal with parental death and hospitals and stuff if that's a trigger for you, but not all of them.

5 times Tim spends the night at Wayne Manor + 1 time he comes home, by motleyfam (@motleyfam) (multichap, complete)

'Tim joins the family early' is one of my favourite tropes and this is no exception. It's also a five plus one, which is just a bonus. A multichap of manageable length.

Twelve Magpies, by 061828 (oneshot)

One of those epic Tim/Bernard fics that came out (lol) of Urban Legends being awesome. This one's great fun - fluff and angst and some hilarious secret identity shenanigans.

If anyone else has any recs, feel free to add them in the notes.

#batfam fic rec #fic rec list #not my fic #batfam fanfiction #i am noticing a theme here #which is most of these are tim fics #thats ok #should i make this an annual thing?

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gonzo-rella · 3 years ago

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Dear Old Dad | Jesse Pinkman (ft. Hank and Marie Schrader)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI | COMMISSIONS INFO

Requested by: @flowercrowns-goodvibes

hi love! i’m SO excited to see that you are now writing for breaking bad!!! could i request a jesse pinkman x reader imagine, where the reader goes to UNM and is hank and marie’s daughter, and her and jesse really love each other but she doesn’t like his business he’s involved in, and hank also gets mad and yells at her because she gets involved with him and according to hank, he’s dangerous and really bad. and the reader is kinda dealing w the consequences of that? :) ty love!!

Relationship(s): Jesse Pinkman x fem!reader (romantic), Hank and Marie Schrader x fem!reader (familial)

Summary: To say your parents are displeased with your choice in love is an understatement, considering your father is a DEA agent and the guy you’re head-over-heels for is a drug-dealing junkie who supposedly gave your Uncle Walt some weed.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol (including implied underage drinking) and drug use (of course; it’s Breaking Bad), inappropriate language, family drama, angst, in depth description of angry/upset reader (i.e. crying, the merciless beating of a pillow, which definitely isn’t based off any of my own mental breakdowns). (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 4k (excluding bonus ending), 4.6k (including bonus ending)

(A/N: This doesn’t follow the exact timeline of Breaking Bad, since I feel like writing something that’s not at all canon-divergent (especially in a reader-insert fanfic) is pretty restrictive. I also decided to make Marie a somewhat prominent character in this too (even though it wasn’t included in the request), since she would most definitely intervene if her daughter was in love with someone like Jesse. Buckle up; I may have gone a little overboard in terms of length and depth with this one, as reflected by this author’s note. But, that doesn’t really matter. It’s probably one of my favourite fics I’ve ever written, which you could probably guess considering how long this thing is. I tried to write it with more nuance than ‘Hank bad; Jesse good’, but I don’t know how well that aspect turned out. Also, I couldn’t choose between two endings I had in mind for this, so there’s a ‘nice ending’ and a ‘bonus ending’. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, because I sure did. I’d love to write more angsty stuff like this in the future.)

The moment you’d arrived at these random girls’ house with your dormmate, you couldn’t believe you’d agreed to come to this party. However, looking back on it, if you hadn’t attended this party, you never would’ve met him. While your dormmate had taken to drunkenly dancing to the blaring music in the living room, you had quickly retreated to the empty kitchen of the party hosts’ house. At least in there, the music was muffled enough to let you think.

As the designated driver, you were obliged to only drink non-alcoholic drinks, so you’d settled on letting a can of Diet Coke you’d found in the fridge and a book about Charles Manson you’d found on the kitchen table to be your entertainment for the night. You’d neglected to ask your roommate if she had any idea at what time she wanted to leave, but knowing her, you’d probably have to drag her to the car at 2 AM, all the while looking like a kidnapper.

Unfortunately, the tranquil emptiness of the kitchen was short-lived when a trio of guys, probably at least a couple of years older than you, came barging in around 20 minutes after you’d settled comfortably in your spot at the kitchen table.

“Seriously, man, you really think these skinny college chicks are gonna have anything that isn’t some low-fat, gluten free shit?” the tallest and stockiest of them said, stood beside the skinniest one as the third one opened and searched every cupboard in the kitchen.

“Hey, Jesse, can’t you just drive us to the store?” the skinny one requested.

“Drive you to the store? If I get pulled over, I’m fucked.” the one rummaging through the cupboards.

“I’ll drive, then.” the stocky one responded nonchalantly. “Give me your keys.”

“You can’t drive either, Badger! None of us can drive!” the one who had just been referred to as ‘Jesse’ responded with frustration. “Unless you want to get another DUI.”

“Jeez, relax.” ‘Badger’ responded, hands raised defensively. “We can just find some sober freshman kid who’ll drive us. They’ll do anything to get the approval of some older guys.”

“Yo, man, you really think anyone here’s sober?” the skinny one, whose name had yet to be determined, said.

“I don’t know...I guess that chick over there looks kinda sober.” Badger shrugged, gesturing to the asocial-looking young woman at the kitchen table, AKA you.

You immediately tensed up, your hope of going unnoticed by them due to them being clearly high and at least tipsy diminishing in that moment. However, you had the willpower to keep your eyes fixed on the book, despite the fact you weren’t actually reading it any more.

“Yo...uh...ma’am?” the skinny one said, approaching you. He sounded unsure about addressing you as ma’am, but it wasn’t like he knew what else to call you. “You sober enough to drive?”

“Yes, sir?” you responded bluntly with a hint of a mocking tone, not looking up.

“You think you could give us a ride to the 7/11 about a mile from here?” he continued.

“Do I look like a fucking cab driver to you?” you asked, finally daring to glance up at him.

“If you give us a ride, I can hook you up with some crystal. Jesse’s got some in his car.” Badger tried.

“Shut up, man! For all you know, she’s a nark.” Jesse hissed, slapping his friend in the arm with the back of his hand.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch; I’m not a nark.” you sighed with a roll of your eyes. Jesse sighed in relief. “But, I ain’t a junkie neither, so you can’t make me whore my car out to you guys for whatever drugs you wanna offer me. I will, however, take cash. 15 bucks minimum.”

“Deal.” Jesse said, reaching into his pocket and placing a 10 dollar bill and a 5 dollar bill on the table in front of you.

“Pleasure doing business with you, gentleman. Let’s go.” you replied, stuffing the money into your pocket and leading them out the kitchen.

That night, something about you intrigued Jesse, and you couldn’t deny that the intrigue was mutual. You suppose that’s why, when he asked for it, you gave him your number.

That was three years ago.

When you hung out with Jesse, as well as Badger, Skinny Pete and (when they introduced you to him) their friend Combo, you couldn’t help but feel like some secretive teenager. You knew that if your dad found out some of your closest friends were a group of meth-heads, you’d be in for...something.

You didn’t know what your parents could possibly do other than aggressively express their disapproval of your choice in company, seeing as you were a college senior by the time they found out.

However, you knew you’d really be in for it when they found out that you were particularly close with Jesse.

Your relationship with Jesse had been a tricky thing to describe up until recently. You were both madly in love with one another, and it was abundantly clear to everyone. Despite this, neither of you had ever been ready to take the step forward that would progress your relationship from that confusing little grey area between friendship and a romantic partnership to...well, a romantic partnership.

Both of you had an unspoken knowledge of why a relationship between you two couldn’t work. Jesse was everything that your father hated, all crammed into the visual epitome of any parent’s worst nightmare when considering their dear daughter’s boyfriend. The only thing Jesse feared more than the threat of your father’s wrath was the threat you would be under if any rivals in the business found out you were the girl that Jesse loved the most in the world. Getting involved with you in such a way would put you in almost as much danger as Jesse was in.

Still, you were both practically still stupid kids; you had the right to actively ignore those risks.

So, a couple of months ago, you’d finally taken that small step.

You were determined to hide the relationship from your family for as long as possible, which proved difficult considering your boyfriend was cooking meth with your Uncle Walt. To say your uncle was at all fond of the idea of you, his beloved niece, dating Jesse would be the lie of the millennium, but the man knew how happy you two were together. Moreover, making Hank any more aware of Jesse was bound to put Walt at risk too, so why bother meddling?

Perhaps it was foolish of the pair of you not to plan ahead in terms of letting your parents know you two were dating. Who were you kidding? It was definitely foolish of you. However, your parents had no idea you were even friends with a group of stoners, let alone that you were dating one. For all they knew, you hated and looked down on those who were involved with the drug scene as much as they did.

You hadn’t intended on them finding out about you being involved with Jesse so soon, especially in the way that they did. Though, as shocked as they were, you had been just as surprised when they let you know that they had found out about your connection to Jesse Pinkman.

It just seemed like you’d been invited (albeit at the last minute) to a normal dinner at your parents’ house, but as soon as you got in, the tension was as thick as early morning fog.

“What’s going on?” you questioned, brows furrowed.

“Um...why don’t you take a seat, honey?” Marie suggested as she wrung her hands and ceased pacing. Meanwhile, your father was stood looking out the window almost absentmindedly, seemingly deep in thought and/or avoiding looking at you as long as possible.

“Jeez, what is this? An intervention?” you joked as you nonchalantly sunk into the couch and made yourself comfortable.

“It’s not an intervention...we just need to talk to you about something that we’re both...concerned about.” Marie insisted, the corners of her lips straining to feign an attempt at a calm smile.

“Okay...” you replied, your evident confusion remaining. “Go ahead, I guess.”

Hank chewed on his bottom lip, exhaled and turned to face you. He scratched his face, clearly trying to formulate an explanation.

“So...uh...there’s some guy me and Gomie have been keeping tabs on in relation to the Heisenberg case. This morning were parked down the street from his house.” Hank began. “Anyway...we...uh...saw you leaving his house. I know you’re a good kid, N/N, so I don’t wanna make any assumptions about the kind of stuff you get up to. But...if there’s anything you wanna tell us, now’s the time to do it.”

“This morning, huh?” you answered, attempting to keep your voice in control as you wiped your sweaty palms on your thighs. “I, uh, wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Sweetie, just tell us the truth, please.” your mom begged. “Or...do you really not know about...who he really is?”

“Who he really is? He’s not Batman, mom.” you responded, trying to avoid answering anything.

“Kid...come on.” Hank sighed. The man was used to interrogating criminals who would rather die than confess any wrongdoings to a DEA agent, but never had he encountered a task as hard for him as questioning his daughter about her relation to a junkie she should’ve hated. “What were you doing at Jesse Pinkman’s house?”

You swallowed your saliva, debating it all in your head. If you went with telling the truth, you’d be ripping the Band-Aid straight off. If you had to have the truth squeezed out of you like a near-empty toothpaste tube, you’d only be riling up your parents even more, and they’d still end up knowing your ‘dirty little’ secret.

“Okay; fine. I’ve been friends with Jesse and some of his friends for around three years.” you admitted. You hesitated before allowing the next set of words to be forced from your throat. “And...a couple of months ago, Jesse and me started seeing each other.”

Perhaps you could’ve chosen a tone that was a little less nonchalant; that probably would’ve softened the blow just a little.

Your mother’s jaw dropped, her lower lip and chin quivering. Her trembling hand cupped her agape mouth. Your father huffed, face scrunching up a little as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He wet his lips with his tongue.

Much like how Hank was fighting the urge to lose it right then and there, you were fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

From their reactions, you would’ve thought you’d just told them you’d gotten knocked up by him.

“You’ve been seeing Jesse Pinkman?” he hissed with all the venom of an adder.

“Yeah.” you responded, attempting to keep your tone of voice as confident as possible.

“We-we...thought...you’d started...using.” your mother said almost breathlessly. Her hand fell to her chest as she took in a deep breath. “But, you-You’ve been seeing...your uncle’s drug dealer? That’s so much worse! What were you thinking, Y/N?”

At least that was all she knew, you thought to yourself. You knew better than to tell them the truth about Jesse and Walt’s connection to one another; you’d hate to incriminate him, or even your Uncle Walt. Even if you tended to keep out of Jesse and Walt’s business as much as possible, you knew enough about the business to know that exposing the truth to your DEA agent father would end badly for all parties involved.

“Jeez, mom, you might wanna be careful, lest you damage those pearls you’re clutching.” you murmured mockingly, folding your arms and averting your gaze.

That was yet another bad call from you.

You had to commend your father’s patience, even if was beginning to run out. It was like watching the top half of an hourglass gradually empty into the bottom half.

He gritted his teeth. You could tell the last thing he wanted to do was yell at you. He loved you too much to make a habit of it, and he knew that it’d only push you away and into that Pinkman’s arms.

“Kid...you must know the guy well enough to know him and the guys he surrounds himself with are all bad news.” Hank said.

“Bad news? Oh, you mean the drugs and stuff? I’m aware of that.” you responded, finally daring to look straight back at him. You knew that he knew about Jesse and his crowd’s involvement in the drug scene, so nothing you were saying was too incriminating. “I get you’re all ‘anti-drugs’. I can’t say I’m that fond of that sort of stuff either, but he keeps me out of the dangerous side of it. So, what’s the problem?”

“Look, I’ve met plenty of Pinkmans in my day. Hell, I’ve had the pleasure of arresting plenty of Pinkmans in my day. Any cop’d tell you the girlfriends of junkies like him end up beaten or in a body bag, be it at the hand of the tweaking junkie himself or the guy who’s getting back at him for owing him 50 bucks.” Hank explained. His tone was sharp and grave, but, hidden beneath the harshness of it all was a sense of pleading.

“If this is your way of trying to get me to break it off with Jesse and steer clear of the guys, it’s not going to work.” you stated with the conviction you’d inherited from the man standing in front of you. “I know those guys way better than you ever will. I know they’re not some...devoid-of-morality lowlifes. And, Jesse’s not some abusive deadbeat. He’s never hurt me and he never will.”

“Honey, I know what it’s like to be young and...in love...and part of a group. But...he’s...they’re all-”

You cut your mom off, standing up in a sudden motion with clenched fists.

“I’m not going to be treated like some melodramatic, clueless, delusional teenager, alright? So, listen now and listen good.” you snapped. “Regardless of whether or not I get your approval on this, I love Jesse. Jesse loves me. For the foreseeable future, I’m going to continue seeing him, and I’m going to continue hanging out with my fucking junkie friends, even if all you see them as is some dangerous gang of losers.”

You took in and released a deep breath, then continued. “Forbid me from talking to all of them. Yell at me. Berate me all you want. Give me an ultimatum. I don’t give a rat’s ass.”

You were so caught up in your irritation, you hadn’t even noticed how uncharacteristically quiet your father had become. In most situations, Hank always had something else to say- a biting remark that served to break the tension or get under your skin. And yet, in the middle of the most intense conversation your family had ever had, he didn’t have much else he could say, even if he did have a lot to say.

Anything he would do or say would be futile, or, at worst, irreparably damage the bond you shared as father and daughter. He’d realised that once you began your speech. After all, you were a Schrader. You’d had stubbornness drilled into you from a young age. Typically, he admired your strong will, but, now that you were refusing to cut ties with Jesse and his merry band of misfit stoners, he abhorred it in this moment.

Hank let out an empty laugh of disbelief, shaking his head as he rubbed his face. After another sigh, his expression became more grave.

“I guess you’ve made up your mind.” he stated simply. “You’re fine with getting shot in the head and buried in the desert.”

You swallowed your saliva, trying your hardest not to break down into some hysterical, screaming mess.

“I guess you’ve made up your mind too, dad.” you responded. “Leave me the fuck alone until you can start trusting me like you should be able to trust your fucking adult daughter. Son of a bitch!”

“Don’t you fucking dare talk to me like that, Y/N!” Hank yelled behind gritted teeth. “I’m your father. It’s my job to protect you, especially from dickheads like Jesse Pinkman! I’ll start trusting you like I should be able to trust my adult daughter when you start acting like an adult.”

“Hank-”

You raised your hand and silenced Marie.

“Don’t, mom.” you insisted with a trembling voice, before turning your attention back to your dad. “I’ll save you the trouble of yelling and get the fuck out.”

You stormed over to the door, pausing and turning on your heel to face them for one last time. “Oh, and, before I go, if you take out being pissed at me on Jesse or any of his friends, you can forget about me ever setting foot in this house again.”

With that, you swung the door open, stepped outside and slammed it behind you. You marched over to your car and got inside, angrily honking your horn as you screamed to yourself in frustration. Tears finally slid down your cheeks.

The drive was an erratic blur. Your mind was so much of a mess that you relied the autopilot-esque muscle memory you’d acquired to take you where you needed to go. Your impulses had already decided whatever that place was.

It was convenient for you that the roads were pretty barren, considering your infuriated state of mind had made you a menace to the road. Your knuckles were paled from how tightly you were gripping the steering wheel. You continued screaming and yelling to yourself throughout the drive, your unrelenting tears staining your cheeks.

Soon enough, you had arrived at your destination by almost crashing your car as you pulled up in front of it. You then found yourself waiting on the doorstep after knocking at the front door.

Almost instantly, the door swung open, revealing the face of the man you needed to see.

“N/N? What’s going on? Are-are you okay?” he questioned frantically, immediately noticing your upset demeanour.

You couldn’t speak to tell him what was wrong. Instead, you just barged past him, storming to his room.

Momentarily, Jesse stood still and watched you leave, unsure of whether or not to follow you. However, after some deliberation, he jogged after you, calling your name.

He found you sitting on his bed, his pillow in your hand and against your forearm as you punched it over and over. You ignored the fact that you were punching yourself through the pillow, too pissed off to care.

Jesse just stood there in the doorway, frozen as he stared at the perplexing and heart-breaking scene unfolding before his eyes. He could hear you muttering to yourself but he couldn’t make out a word of it, since it all came out in a mixture of sobs and frustrated grunting.

It took a moment for him to decide on how to handle this, and he settled on a combination of common sense and acting on instinct.

To know whether or not he could help you with your problem, Jesse needed to find out what the problem was. To find out what the problem was, Jesse needed to get you to tell him what was going on. To get you to tell him what was going on, Jesse needed to help you calm down.

So, his first move was to rush to your side, taking a seat beside you. Hesitantly, he placed a hand on your shoulder, immediately causing you to tense up and stop mercilessly beating the pillow. Your breath hitched in your throat and Jesse noticed a subtle shift in your demeanour.

You buried your face in the pillow, sobbing into it.

Jesse bit his lip, his heart continuing to shatter as you uncontrollably wept. He rubbed your back in a circular motion with his palm, hoping to help you feel better.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” he whispered to you,

Gradually, your muffled sobs ceased and you pulled away from the pillow, allowing him to get another glimpse at your puffy, damp face. You sniffled and wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered. “I probably should’ve just gone home to have this meltdown.”

“Don’t apologise.” Jesse insisted softly. “As much as I hate seeing you like this...I want to be there for you, okay?”

You nodded, then proceeded to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do you, uh, think that you’d be okay with telling me what’s going on?” Jesse asked, eyes fixed on you while you kept your gaze locked on the blur of a room in front of you.

You sniffled and nodded again.

After swallowing your saliva, you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You then closed your mouth and involuntarily let out a low whine as you exhaled, prompting Jesse to rest his hand on your knee.

“M-My dad saw me leave here this morning. And...I had to tell him and my mom about how I’m friends with...your friends...and about us.” you explained, voice trembling as you spoke.

“I take it it didn’t go well, huh?” Jesse said gently, ignoring his own feelings in that moment. It took him a second to push them aside, but he managed to keep his composure. After all, how you were feeling was more important to him in that moment than his own feelings.

You didn’t respond to his question, which he took to mean his assumption was correct. Though, considering your state, it wasn’t an illogical assumption to make.

“What did he say when you told him?” he prompted.

“He spewed some crap about how you and all of the others are bad for me. My mom was acting like I was some naïve kid. I told both of them to leave me alone until they could start trusting me...and he said...he wouldn’t trust me until I started acting like an adult. Well, he yelled it. I said some stuff he didn’t like and he said he was trying to protect me...then...Then I told him, if he took it out on you or the others, because my dad definitely would, I’d cut ties with him and my mom.” you rambled.

There was a moment of silence.

“Oh. Okay. Wow.” Jesse said after biting his lip again.

There was another couple moments of silence.

“So...um...if it came down to it...would you pick me over your parents?” Jesse asked, scratching his neck.

You furrowed your brows and thought for a moment. It was a question that you often found yourself contemplating, but you’d never found an answer to it. In an ideal world, you wouldn’t have had to pick between your parents and your boyfriend. However, in an ideal world, Jesse wouldn’t have been a meth dealer.

“I don’t know.” you replied.

“Well, I’d ever make you choose, but if it ever does come down to it, don’t pick me; pick them.” Jesse stated.

“Huh? Why?” you questioned.

“Well, my parents cut ties with me. They don’t want anything to do with me anymore.” Jesse responded. “I know how much you love your family and how much they love you and I don’t want to be the thing to come between that...even if I think most of the people in your family are self-righteous pricks.”

You finally looked at Jesse, making eye contact with him and biting your lip.

“I know they love me, and I know they think I need to be protected from you...but...” you said quietly. “I don’t know if I could choose anyone who would make me choose in the first place.”

“You can’t cut ties with your family because of me, N/N.” Jesse sighed. “I’m not worth it.”

“Well, it’s a good job that they haven’t asked me to choose, then, isn’t it?” you responded. “And, for what it’s worth, I think you’re worth it, even if no one else I’ve talked to today seems to agree with me.”

Jesse smiled faintly, both at the idea that you thought his worth as someone in your life matched that of your family and at the fact you didn’t seem to be as upset now as you had been mere minutes ago. Your tears had finally ceased spilling, and all that remained were damp, glistening stains on your cheeks.

Your stomach growled. It elicited a chuckle out of Jesse, who pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Pizza?” he asked.

“Pizza.” you confirmed.

With that, he pushed himself out of bed and left the room, presumably to get his phone and order your favourite kind of pizza.

While it wasn’t the family dinner you’d been anticipating, eating pizza in bed with Jesse was the perfect way to make the best of a pretty terrible night.

BONUS ENDING

It seemed like mere moments ago that you and Jesse had practically passed out in his bed when you were rudely awakened to the sound of someone banging on the door.

There would be three bangs, a brief pause, and then another three bangs.

Your eyelids fluttered open and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a tired groan. You rolled over to look over at Jesse, who had just woken up too. He propped himself up on his elbows and furrowed his brows.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled. He seemed more irritated than confused, and rightfully so.

“Could you get that?” you muttered hoarsely, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the morning light.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” he responded. He pushed himself out of bed, adjusted his t-shirt jeans and trudged to his front door.

It was from that moment that you heard shouting, though it was hard to tell considering everything that was being said (or yelled) was muffled by the walls of Jesse’s home.

With a grunt, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and got up. You didn’t care that you looked like a total mess; you just wanted to go back to sleep.

However, the sight you found as you reached the front door was enough to wake you up.

“Dad?”

You balled up your fists as you glared at your dad and Gomie. Your dad had Jesse pinned to the ground on his stomach, hands cuffed behind his back. Jesse writhed beneath them, trying to push them away.

“What the fuck?” you questioned. “I-I told you not to take it out on him.”

“And, I told you that if you knew what was good for you you’d stay away from him, but you didn’t listen to me, did you?” Hank replied, a hint of coldness in his tone. “Gomie, put him in the car.”

You knew better than to fight right now. The more trouble you made for your dad and Gomie by trying to stop this meant more trouble for Jesse. Even if you fought and pestered and pleaded your hardest, it wouldn’t do anything to stop this. You sent a look to Jesse, knowing he’d understand what it meant. Begrudgingly, he stopped struggling.

Gomie complied with Hank’s order, pulling Jesse up.

“N/N, call Saul for me, alright? Tell him to get his ass to the DEA office and tell him what’s going on.” Jesse called to you as Gomie practically dragged him to the car.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“What are you still doing here? Don’t you have some spiting me to get done?” you practically spat.

“You think I’m doing this because I’m pissed off at you for throwing a tantrum over your boyfriend?” Hank said incredulously, stifling a sneer.

“No. I think you’re mad because I won’t take your...self-righteous bullshit. You can’t stand that you can’t get me to break it off with Jesse and cut ties with my friends. You’re supposed to be the head of the family, right? So, you’re supposed to be able to overrule me, but it doesn’t work when you just tell me what to do. It’s a kick in the ego for you when you can’t get me to listen to you.” you answered. “By arresting him, you’re taking back control, because, when you’re in control, you feel like a man. That’s all that matters to you.”

Hank scoffed. “Think what you want, kid, but I’d rather have him behind bars and you pissed at me for it than have you end up in a body bag.”

He slammed the door behind him as he exited.

With that, you were left standing there alone in Jesse’s house.

All that remained was silence, but that was soon interrupted by the sound of a car engine starting and a rumble that gradually faded away.

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I love your writing! Can you please write a piece where y/n has been a friend of him for years (all one d years too) and she is famous as well (kinda maggie rogers vibe) they write songs together etc. After the heartbreak from Camille she is always there for him and they realise that they have always been in love with each other, a bit of angst ofc 😂 Thank you very much!! 😍😍

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Started Off As Friends

“Will you relax, Harry?” you laugh, scooting to the edge of the office chair where you sat, reaching over and grabbing Harry’s hands away from his face to reveal his scrunched up eyebrows and dramatic frown, something he always did when he was frustrated. You took hold of his forearms as he pouted and tugged on your arms, making the wheels of your chair roll closer to him, your knees touching and his forehead falling towards your stomach.

Honestly, he could be such a baby sometimes. But as your hand instinctively plopped onto his head, running your fingers through his curls and massaging his scalp, you couldn’t help but smile. For years it had been like this; you and Harry were inseparable since the day you met. Back then he was still in One Direction and you just helped them write songs. You were one of the youngest songwriters on the team and they were impressed by it. Eventually, you began to release some of your own work, and when Harry went solo he often called on you to help with some of his songs, most of which always ended up on an album or being released.

You were there when his fame kicked off. He was there for you when you lost a family member. The two of you hardly even had so much of a fight, more like little bickers here and there. You were there through all of the One Direction drama including when you and Niall had a brief but scandalous (and absolutely not true) rumor spread that you were secretly dating and eloped, something Harry would cry laugh over whenever it was brought up. After all, if there would be any rumors of secret relationships between you and a member of One Direction, it would be with Harry. You were the closest out of all of them. You two had been through a lot in your friendship. More than most. And that included heartbreak.

You’d met practically every girlfriend he’d ever had. You knew details of his relationships that you really didn’t need to know about. And you’d been the subject of many jealous fights. But he’d always have your back. Until Camille.

Everything started great. You thought things had been going so well between them and Camille seemed to really like you. Oftentimes you’d get together just the two of you and have a girl’s night. But everything changed the night of one of your concerts. You were playing in London and the couple came to support. Throughout the night they had a lot to drink and each time you looked down things seemed to get increasingly more tense between the pair. Towards the end, it looked like a full-blown argument had ensued and they both stormed out of the arena. You assumed they were just going to talk it out and would meet you backstage afterward. You assumed Harry would fill you in on all the details later. But hours had passed and everyone had already backed up to leave. It wasn’t like Harry to just leave without saying anything. You called and texted but got no response. Not until the next day.

‘So sorry for leaving like that. We’ll talk later. -H’

But you never did. He practically ghosted you, only getting brief, cryptic texts or calls at random points in the day. The emotional circle-jerk you went through was next-level. Confusion, anger, sadness, indifference, and back to confusion. It was a never-ending cycle. You had later come to find that he only talked to you when Camille wasn’t around. And if she found out you were in communication, another argument would ensue and you’d hear about it whenever Harry called to complain. That’s all it was; a few calls and texts to whine about his relationship until the texts and calls stopped altogether. You hadn’t even seen his face for nearly seven months. For the longest time, you wanted to cry. You felt betrayed.

And finally, a month ago, after seven months of waiting, you had decided you were going to let him go and stop waiting around for him. But, when your phone rang at 11 PM that same night, your toughness crumbled to the ground. You had half a mind to yell and let it all out, or to just hang up, but you couldn’t. Not to him. Not when his heart was breaking. Instead, you invited him over. You must have drunk two whole bottles of wine by yourself, listening as Harry cried about his breakup and catching you up on all the issues they had. And you helped him through it.

For weeks he stayed with you so he didn’t have to be alone. You’d distract him with movies and games, stay up all hours of the night listening and reassuring him. You’d cry with him, laugh with him, and eventually, you’d help him channel his feelings into music. The two of you had written more songs than you can count about Camille and he finally had a sense of what he wanted his new album to sound like, picking a selection of songs on a demo and bringing it over to get your thoughts.

Listening to it brought on its own type of heartache for you. You remembered writing some of those lyrics with him. You remembered how broken you felt having to act like nothing was wrong and you were just happy to have him back. But the truth was, you were still hurt. You never did find out why he left so suddenly in the first place and coming back to you after all that time felt more like a slap in the face than anything. He knew you’d welcome him back with open arms He knew he could take advantage of your friendship because he knew how much he meant to you. Or, at least, he had an idea.

By the end of the demo, Harry looked so unsure that you were almost certain he’d start to freak out and second-guess himself. He rolled his head on your lap so that his cheek was against your thigh and groaned, “It feels like it’s missing something. Maybe I should have added ‘She’s Flames’.”

You shook your head as he sat up, “No. It’s perfect.”

“But what if-”

“No,” you cut him off, looking deeply into his eyes, “I wouldn’t change a thing. Not a single word, not a single piano key, not a single song, not even a single song order. Harry, it’s perfect.”

He relaxed his shoulders, letting his lips twitch upwards into a smile, and when he finally spoke, he took her hands in his again and said, “What would I do without you?”

You shrugged your shoulders, slipping your hands back and spinning in your chair to face your computer again, clicking away at the screen and layering instrumentals on your own music you were working on before he came over. Having a little makeshift studio in your flat helped when you couldn’t get in any time at a proper studio.

“Probably sulk at your own house instead of mine,” you mumbled, trying your best to sound like you’re joking.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he whined, switching seats to a roller chair next to you.

You ignored him and continued to work while he talked beside you about possible release dates for his album, cover art, and which songs he wanted to have as his singles. You listened, adding your input where needed, as he carried on, grabbing your phone off the desk beside you and entering in your passcode. You didn’t mind, it was something the two of you always did. There was never any malice or reason behind it, it was just out of sheer boredom. You’d often scroll through each other’s social media dashboard or pictures. You had nothing to hide. Or, so you thought.

You became so hyperfocused on what you were doing that you almost didn’t hear it. It blended in with what you were working on so much that the sound of your voice singing from the speaker of the Harry held in his hands almost went unnoticed. But by the time you realized what he was listening to and snapped your attention to him, the damage was already done.

The knife of insight tore its way in me

A brash collision without sympathy

And maybe when the sun goes down I’ll come round, I’ll come out

Maybe we could take some time,

Unwind, figure out

When the knife of insight tore its way in me

Hit me up if you’re feeling down

Give a little, oh we’ll figure this out

Keep me up, keep my mind around

After dark, after light

Let it go if you want get loud

Make a little fuss, oh its all allowed

Beautiful how it all pours out

After dark, after light

Oh the knife of insight brought me to my knees

Broke me down and taught me how to see

And I know and I know and I know

That maybe we should take some time

Get this out, make this right

Maybe when the sun goes down I’ll come round, tell you all about

When the knife of insight brought me to my knees …..

You were at a loss for words, caught off-guard by him finding that voice note of a song you had recorded late one night three months ago. You could hear the wooshing of cars passing by in the background, remembering you recorded it on a drive to meet up with friends for dinner and didn’t want to forget the wave of creativity. Funny thing was, you completely forgot all about it.

You searched his face, hoping he didn’t understand what you were singing about But Harry wasn’t stupid. He’s worked with you long enough now to know your writing style. And with one look at the time stamp of the recording, he could tell this was written in the thick of when he had stopped seeing you.

“What’s this?” he asked softly, looking up at you.

He knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an explanation, though. For weeks you had thought about what to say or how to confront him for what he did. But confrontation was never your strong suit and all the rehearsed speech had suddenly vanished from your memory.

Quickly, you grabbed your phone out of his hand and shut the music off, “Just something I was working on. Forgot it was still on there.”

He watched as your body tensed, hastily shoving your phone in your pocket. He could see right through your nonchalant attitude and he pressed again, “Is it about me?”

“Harry,” you breathed, forcing a laugh. But your refusal to look him in the eyes was your tell.

“It is, isn’t it?” His question sounded more like an answer, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“How you felt,” he turned your chair so that you were forced to face him and you looked nervously up at him through your eyelashes, his expression sincere, “Obviously you were hurt about whatever I did.”

Your mouth fell and he seemed to realize almost instantly that he had a poor choice of words. But, before either of you could say anything, Harry’s phone began to ring on the coffee table, catching both of your attention. And by a cruel coincidence, you saw that it was Camille calling him. His eyes widened and hastily silenced his phone, but the damage was done. You let out an incredulous laugh and stood up.

“It’s getting late. I think it’s time for you to leave,” you said firmly, avoiding his gaze.

You heard him stutter. He wasn’t used to you being stern with him. “What? Why? No, please, let’s talk about this.”

“Talk?” You laughed angrily, “You want to talk? Now? That’s rich coming from you! Alright, Harry, let’s talk, then,” your words were like ice and your heart pounded, finally getting the courage to look at him as you let it all out, “Ten years you’ve been one of my best friends. I’ve done so much for you. I’ve put up with a lot being your friend. All the backlash and drama and spite from your horrible girlfriends. But you always had my back Until her,” you motioned towards his phone.

His eyes fluttered, listening to you get angry. It was a side of you that rarely showed. And when your voice began to crack, he gulped.

You continued, “I was always nice to her. Always. Until one random day, she decided to hate me for no reason. And what did you do? Nothing! You ran after her like a lost puppy and avoided me for almost a year!”

“I didn’t avoid you!” Harry shot back, defensively.

“You didn’t avoid me?” you laughed in a hiss. “Harry, you dodged all of my calls and texts! I never saw you! And when we did talk, the Queen herself couldn’t know about it or you’d have another fight!”

“Don’t call her that. That’s not fair,” he pleaded.

“You want to talk about fair? The way you treated me wasn’t fair! All I was to you in those seven months was someone to complain to, but only if I was kept a secret!”

“That’s not true. Besides, it’s not like you ever complained at the time! You should have said something!”

“I shouldn’t have had to! You’ve always had my back and ended things with other girlfriends for a lot less!”

“I can’t keep ending relationships just because you don’t like them!”

“I never asked you to!” your voices were getting louder now, almost certain that if someone was passing by your open window, they’d be able to hear every word. “Never once did I ask you to break up with anyone or even hint at disliking them. You always did that on your own!”

“Because you’re my friend!” he shot back, his eyebrows furrowing and the crinkles by his eyes more prominent. Your back and forth was quicker now. Both of you speaking even faster.

“Then why did it change with her? Friends don’t treat friends as a last resort!”

“How did I treat you like a last resort? Because of a few missed calls and canceled plans? I was busy!”

“For seven months? No, you weren’t, Harry! You were a coward!”

“And you were jealous!”

“So what?” you snapped back. You could see the shock in Harry’s eyes, but you kept going, “So what if I was? It never made me treat you like dog shit on the bottom of my shoe! You ignore me for weeks at a time and when I finally get a response it’s because you’re crying about another fight you had with her and how neither of you trusts each other. Did I complain once? No. I listened. I never turned my back on you because that’s what a good friend does.”

“That’s what a good friend does? So now I’m not a food friend?” Harry scoffed, “I can’t read fucking minds, Y/N! How am I supposed to know you’re upset if you don’t tell me?”

“How am I supposed to tell you if you never answer my calls?!”

“I came back!” Harry yelled, “I’ve seen you almost every day for a month! You’ve had plenty of time!”

“Did I?” you sneered, “Harry, you were heartbroken about your breakup! What would you suppose I do? Tack on some more reasons for you to feel sorry for yourself? Cry about how you were mean and broke my heart? You didn’t need me getting after you! I recorded an idea for a song on my phone, and now you’re mad because I expressed my feelings in a song that you were never meant to hear?”

“You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, Y/N!”

“You think you could have handled the added guilt?” you should back, bordering the edge of condescension, “I helped you write two albums worth of breakup songs about her, Harry! I sat here for hours a day every single day for weeks helping you write lyric after lyric explaining your love for a woman that hated me!” you were on the verge of tears now. “And here I am, the idiot helping you through it, only to find out you’re still talking to her!”

“I’m not talking to her! I called to ask if I could put something in a song!” Harry shot back, “And she didn’t hate you!”

“How can you not see it?” you breathed, wiping a tear from your cheek, “I have to watch a man I care so much about going through shitty relationship after shitty relationship. And I’m here, like always, waiting for you to wake up and see that you deserve better! You can’t even admit what you did because you’re too busy defending a girl that broke your heart!”

“I’m not defending her, Y/N! I’m sorry that I hurt you, but it’s not her fault! She didn’t hate you, she was just jealous and untrusting and she had every reason to feel that way!”

Heat rose to your face and your voice got more fierce, “I always treated her with respect! And I never gave her a reason to feel that way!”

“You didn’t, but I did!”

“What does that even mean?! Why would she hate me for something I didn’t even do? That doesn’t even make any sense, Harry! You avoided me for months and you’d argue if she found out you were talking to me, and you’re saying that it had nothing to do with me?”

“No. I mean, yes. Kind of,” he started to get flustered and began talking faster, “It was my decision, not hers. And I’m not defending her. I wanted to talk to you, Y/N, but I couldn’t!”

You were getting angrier. It felt like you were going around in circles with Harry and you were frustrated that he wouldn’t give a direct answer. “Why? You keep beating around the bush instead of just giving me a reason! What possible reason could you have for dropping a friend of ten years out of nowhere? I didn’t do anything! So, why?”

“Because I accidentally told her that I’m in love with you!” he blurted out.

His voice was loud and perturbed. But as soon as the words left his mouth he knew he might have just made a huge mistake. Harry never meant to tell you. He was perfectly happy with keeping this a secret for as long as it took to get over you.

You froze, sitting backward and raising your eyebrows, mouth ajar, “You what?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he spoke quickly, trying to justify himself, “We were drunk at your concert and, I don’t know, it just kind of came out and we started arguing. I didn’t even realize what I had said until the next morning when she was still angry.”

The memories of the night of your concert came flooding back. Images of their slowly fading happy faces turned to anger and fighting started to make sense. But what he was saying didn’t. He was in love with you? Surely he didn’t mean that. He showed no inclination of romantic feelings towards you. There had to be a misunderstanding. What he meant to say was ‘he loved you like a sister’.

When you didn’t speak, he continued to try and explain himself, hurriedly speaking again; something you hardly ever saw from him. Usually he was calm and cool, even when faced with uncomfortable situations.

“I tried to tell her I didn’t mean it and I had no clue why I said that, but she didn’t believe me. She kept saying ,‘I see the way you look at her’ and ‘Everyone knows it. I’m not stupid!’. So I just kept telling her she was crazy and started talking to you less and less to prove her wrong. But she never trusted me after that. And whenever she found out I was talking to you, it gave her more reason.”

“I-” you tried to speak, but he just kept talking, more unsettled now, “I kept trying to tell myself it was nothing. But when we broke up, the first person I thought of was you. I knew you were probably angry with me, but you helped me anyway. You were there for me like you always are. And I knew that Camille was right. It was always you. And honestly, I hated you for it.”

You recoiled, surprised as he started to get more agitated. He continued, “You were there since the start of it and you made me set this impossibly high standard for my relationships! That’s why they all failed miserably! That’s why they all hated you! Because they knew they couldn’t live up to you!”

“You’re blaming me for this?” you argued back, “I didn’t make you compare anyone to me! I didn’t even know because you were too chicken shit to say anything to me!”

“I couldn’t say anything to you! You were my best friend! I didn’t want to lose you! Those few months we didn’t talk were hell! I thought about you every day! Besides, what difference would it have made if I did tell you? You can’t honestly tell me you felt the same!”

“Stop assuming you know how I feel!”

“Well, am I wrong?!” he shot back, seething.

“Yes! You’re wrong!”

There was silence, the two of you just staring at each other, faces filled with frustration. His eyes flickered across your face, looking for some kind of sign as both of your chests rose and fell. His tongue grazed his lips, wetting them from all the yelling. And like the flash of light, both of you lunged forward at each other.

The mess of hands wildly roaming each other’s bodies and tangling in each other’s hair was dizzying. Hungrily, your tongues circled as if you were starved and the only salvation left was his breath entwined with yours. You both stood, only to be pushed backward on your desk, your keyboard slipping out from under you and crashing to the floor. You could feel your back press against your monitor as you eagerly fidgeted with the buttons on Harry’s shirt and before you could undo the last one, he had already managed to undo yours, pulling it down your arms and tossing it somewhere to the side.

Harry became impatient, finally pulling away from your lips and tanking open his shirt, making the last button pop off and roll underneath the desk. You for your first good look at each other; panting, out of breath. Half-naked, you could see every tattoo on his chest that you had always longed to kiss under the dim light of your flat and the veins in his arms bulged as he gripped onto the desk underneath your thighs. His eyes looked fierce and almost rabid as he looked you up and down. There was a moment of pause and thought. Slowly the two of you cracked a smile. And the smile turned into light laughter.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Harry whispered, pressing his forehead against yours and weaving his fingers through your hair just behind your ears as the warmth of his palms lay flat against your cheek.

You smiled, closing your eyes and placing your hands over top of his, breathing in his scent as you softly spoke, “Probably just as long as I’ve waited for you to do it.” And you gently pressed your lips to his once more.

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khizuo · 4 years ago

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c!wilbur for the ask game because he's my fave! (or c!quackity he's also neat)

I’m going to talk about Wilbur! Also note: if I don’t indicate cc! in front of ‘Wilbur’, assume I’m talking about the character.

How I feel about this character

WILBUR MY BELOVED. MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THE DSMP.

His story is a Shakespearean tragedy — a noble but flawed hero, struggling with the pull of good and evil, torn apart by external conflicts and the treachery of his mind, ultimately falling from grace and ending his story in a tragic death. cc!Wilbur really wrote a character arc that paralleled a Shakespearan tragedy, and I think that’s one reason why I love it so. damn. much. I even wrote a post about it.

He’s complex. Even though we don’t get constant lore about him, the lore we do have is infinitely rewatchable and can constantly be recontextualized. His character progression is measured, logical, and built up well. He’s a dynamic character. He’s exciting to watch.

Then there’s Ghostbur, who to me has an entirely different appeal. If S1 Wilbur has a dynamic character arc and is a narrative focal point, S2 Wilbur is... not. He’s not the center of the narrative, but he doesn’t have to be. He adds atmosphere, drama, lightheartedness, and angst. He manages to be compelling even though we barely see his perspective, and that is some damn powerful character writing.

Bottom line is that Wilbur is an amazing character — he’s dramatic, tragic, well-acted, and wonderful at stirring pathos in the audience. He has been my favorite since I started watching the SMP. And that hasn’t changed.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Sally the Salmon I suppose. No how did they turn a bit into a compelling piece of lore please I want mercy from the block men.

My non-romantic OTP (favorite relationship) for this character

CRIME BOYS CRIME BOYS CRIME BOYS.

It’s. Such a tragic dynamic??? They start out as good friends, almost brothers, who argue with each other but also have fun together. They try to make a drug empire that spirals into a nation. Wilbur wants Tommy’s loyalty to L’manberg, but he also tells Tommy to be careful, to value his life.

They come out of the revolution. For a while they just vibe on the SMP. They try to start a tourist business. They make fun of Dream together.

Then comes Pogtopia.

Wilbur spirals. Tommy tries to pull him out of it, but ends up wrapped in the spiral himself. They fight with each other, they cut back and forth. Yet despite this they still care about each other. Wilbur holds back from blowing up L’manberg for Tommy’s sake. Then comes November 16th, and Wilbur finally succumbs to his spiral as Tommy cries out.

Was their relationship exactly healthy? No. It’s tragic and it’s flawed. Wilbur wasn’t always the best influence on Tommy’s mental health, and Tommy didn’t understand that calling someone ‘crazy’ doesn’t help them heal. But they cared about each other, and Tommy and Ghostbur continue to care about each other, and there’s a tragedy in that that begs for resolution.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Umm... cc!Wilbur is the best actor on the SMP for me. Is that unpopular? Idk. He’s always included among lists of the best but for my taste he’s like. A bit above everyone else. (Not to say that everyone else is a bad actor! I love pretty much everyone’s acting on the SMP. cc!Wilbur's just happens to be my personal favorite.)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I’m so excited for his resurrection. Also I wish that the Fundy family drama plotline had been carried out to a resolution? That's one of my favorite interpersonal plotlines — it's just so angsty and it really explores dysfunctional families in a way that I don't think demonizes any character. Hopefully that can still happen sometime in the future, but I’m not sure.

#wilbur soot #my answers #dream smp

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wickedobsessed101 · 4 years ago

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Fanfic Writer Asks

[SOURCE: criminal-minds-fanfiction: Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!]

I’m answering all of these b/c I love Q & A’s about my writing, both for my fics and other things.

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction? It was 2013, so I was 14 years old. I’m now almost 23.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one? I’m mostly in the Wicked Musical fandom, but I like to read for other fandoms, like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Chronicles of Narnia, ect.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer. OCs, but I’m more than willing to create an OC for someone based on characteristics they give me.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for? I love me some fluffy romance and hurt/comfort, but I also love some angsty drama.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi-chaptered stories, which would it be and why? OMG, don’t make me choose! They’re all my babies! I love all my children equally! They all hold special places in my heart.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why? Goodness, most of my stories prior to 2017, because I was in high school and had no idea what I was doing because I was just getting my feet wet with writing.

7) When is your preferred time to write? Anytime really. The latest I’ve stayed up writing a fic was 4AM. *Glares at ‘Threads of Truth’*

8) Where do you take your inspiration from? Where ever it happens to come up. I’m not picky. Movies, music, people I’ve seen on the street, random thoughts that enter my head, anything.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? In ‘Threads of Truth’, it’s a tie between Villy’s first date, and an argument that happens in an upcoming chapter. And that’s all I’m saying about that.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind? In ‘Play The Game’, I liked the epilogue ending that I gave Elphaba with her family, even without Fiyero. I like writing her with kids. Another ending would be with the Fiyeraba still together, but I’m satisfied with the ending it has.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it? I’ll go back and fix typos that are pointed out, but I don’t change plot stuff. Like, I wrote what I wrote and I will amend my technique in future stories.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why? Other than my OCs, because I get to fully create them and my lowkey babies, I’d have to say G(a)linda. She has so much potential and she’s so much fun.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why? Boq. Not because I hate him (I don’t!), but because I don’t normally know what to do with him. If he’s not with Nessa, he’s literally just standing there like a brick wall. No offence, Boq!

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories. [Ask me about a specific story(ies)]

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names? I usually change consonants and vowels to already existing names, or add unnecessary letters because... reasons.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx? [Ask me about a specific story]

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on. “Hopefully, this will soak up any more leaks.” (Upcoming Wicked fanfic)

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? Yes, 2. Both of them are a few years old and I’ve grown as a writer since then. Maybe one day, I’ll edit them and repost, but not anytime soon.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to? Not everything can have a sequel, y’all! XD

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently? Yes! Around 60% of them.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire? @vinkunwildflowerqueen @raven-curls @mylittleelphie @weaselspeedfanfic Ultimate Queen of Cliffies

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it? This goes back to Question #6; most of what I posted prior to 2017.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence? Silence. I need to focus.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes? I can’t write it. They’ll make out, and then be pregnant in the next chapter. Y’all can do the math for yourselves.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story? YES! Yes, I have! Both sad tears and tears of joy. I’ve also cringed from second-hand embarrassment at the things the characters do and say. I’m not in control of their actions all the time. Sometimes they tell me what they’re gonna do, and I’m like, “Well, alright, then.”

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write? [Ask me about a specific story]

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow? I write bullet points of things I want to happen in a chapter on the Word Doc, or in the story as a whole, and I try to keep those bullet points in order. And the Notes App on my phone holds a lot of my ideas, and sometimes full scenes.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction? That I’d become obsessed with writing and continue doing it for almost ten years, as well as expanding to writing plays and musicals.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like? Yeah. I’m not gonna say which one, but just know there’s one... or a few.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at? Yes, and I’m still not gonna say which one(s). I want all the love!

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec, not the answerer) Yeah, sure!

32) Are any of your characters based on real people? Yes. Villy Doiir from ‘Threads of Truth’ is based on 4 people I know in real life, all mixed together into one wholesome, mother figure/ mentor. Perhaps that’s why I like writing her so much.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten? All reviews keep me going, no matter the length. But I love it when people review saying that they picked up on little references that were really just for me. It makes me feel like we’ve shared a moment.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten? A guest reviewer once said, “You tend to write Fiyero as an abusive person”. It wasn’t harsh, just... NOT TRUE. Especially for the story they were reviewing.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest? Close to my chest. I’ll share it with the world when I’m ready.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s? NOPE! You’ll just have to wait and see! LOL!

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written? I... really don’t know. My stories all have their funny moments.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it. I’m very busy, and collabs aren’t really my thing, but I’m always willing to lend an extra pair of eyes pre-posting.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person? I’ve written one story in the first person and it was fun to get into the character’s head, but I love third person, cause I like knowing what everyone is thinking. Second person makes me feel a certain way and that don’t really like.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction? IRL, no. It’s not something I bring up over dinner. I’ll talk about my plays and musicals, but not fanfiction. I like keeping my fics for the online peeps and my more personal writings for the RL peeps.

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written? My OC, Princess Hannalyn, from ‘A Royal Romance’. She was so much fun!

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx. I haven’t done a song fic.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it? Not fully, but they’ve had little inklings, but certain details were still a surprise. And I’m not mad about it.

44) What is the last line you wrote? “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

45) What spurs you on during the writing process? When I’ll have one idea, and it spirals into many others, and when the characters write themselves. It makes it so much easier for me. Sometimes they tell me that they’re about to make a bad decision, and I just go along with it. They need to learn and grow somehow.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it? [Ask me for a specific story]

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about? [Ask me]

48) What’s your favourite trope to write? I love a good Royalty AU (not fully AU ‘cause of our princey-prince, but still) and Holiday AUs. And I’ve never written a Coffeeshop AU, but I LOVE reading them. I’ll read anything. I’m not picky, and I love to see what ideas others have.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about? Yes, and both of them were Gelphies: 1 - “Easier Said Than Done” by mecelphie - It’s part of a long, wonderful series of Elphaba and Glinda together at Shiz and how their lives evolve together and has many lovable OCs. 2 - “The Thropp Diaries” by denpa wave chick saki - It’s first-person Elphaba POV of the book. It expands on lots of mentioned moments and we get to journey through Elphaba’s thoughts.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? I’d have to say fluff, so I can get my escape from reality. But it’s hard to write pure fluff without a little bit of conflict.

If you wanna read my stories, they’re all right here: Fae’sFlower

#wicked the musical #wicked #wicked fanfiction #fiyeraba fanfic #faesflower #Q & A #Fiyeraba #gelphie #Elphaba #Fiyero #Glinda #Galinda #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction.net #let me tell you about my writing and my stories #writer #Q & A with Nia

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mka1098 · 4 years ago

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I Ask For Your Hand In Marriage - A PJO Fanfic

A Percy Jackson Royal AU Fanfiction

Description: Percy is a prince, Annabeth is a royal overseer and they both are idiots who don’t realize they are in love.

Hear it read aloud here ! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LY0R0M8ZiE&t=17s

Chapter One

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…”

In fact, Percy was not doing ‘nothing’. He was basically planking on a wooden stool; he had stolen it from the kitchens. “This isn’t nothing.” Annabeth said with a pointed tone. Percy looked at her with big innocent seal eyes. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

Technically, he wasn’t. He was just laying on the wooden stool, swimming in the air like a normal person. Because normal people did that right? Yeahh… they totally did.

“Where on earth did you get that?” She asked, walking over to him and crossing her arms. Her eyes were on the stool and Percy smirked up at her.

“Oh this old thing? It’s always been here; nice to see you taking note in my decorations.” He said sarcastically.

Annabeth frowned. “Why is this in your room.” She said tiredly. She muttered, ``I'm so tired of this, under her breath. Percy ignored it.

“Kitchens. I wanted to teach the kids how to swim but since they have to stay by their parents, it has to be in the air. And I’ve never swam in the air so I’m practicing.” He explained.

The corner of Annabeth’s lips raised; she was holding back a smile. “You’re a dork.” She said affectionately. Percy practically flopped around the stool; his abs were hurting from trying to stay up.

“I’m doing good.” Percy defended himself. Annabeth ruffled his hair, making it more messy than it already was.

“You’re always trying too.” She said with a smile. “But get up, you have other duties to perform; those that pertain to more than just the children in the kitchens.” Annabeth dragged him up and off of the stool by the front of his sleep shirt.

“Awww.” He whined but stood up straight, reveling in the visible cringe on Annabeth's face as he stood taller than her.

“Get that smirk off your face and get dressed. We’re meeting with the King and Queen.” Annabeth said, picking up the stool to probably go put it back.

Percy rolled his eyes. “Those are my parents. They’ve seen me as a naked baby. I don’t think they care about me in Pjs.” He said snarkily. Annabeth narrowed her grey eyes at him.

“It’s good to get ready anyways.” She told him, pinching the fabric of his seas themed fleece PJ pants.

Percy stuck his tongue out at her. “Just for you.” Percy said sassily, tearing off his shirt and shrugging on a ‘nicer’ sweatshirt. It was nicer because unlike the former, it had no holes in it. Annabeth scoffed and turned around to leave the room.

“You don’t wanna be here when I change into jeans?” Percy called after her with a devilish laugh.

”You wish, Jackson.” Annabeth threw behind her shoulder.

Percy chuckled to himself. Not only was Annabeth his best friend, but she was also his royal overseer; it was an uproar when they announced it. The past 3 kings had the same royal overseer so it had been a shock to everyone when a randam, non-noble teenage girl had been chosen by the crown prince to take that role. But truly, she was the best option.

For one, Percy did not listen to anyone but Annabeth. There was no way even wise old Chiron could get him to follow the old traditions that he needed too. Annabeth was able to make Percy begrudgingly put on the formal suits and perform speeches. Not only that, she was responsible, smart and organized; all things a royal overseer needed to be. Percy was so happy to have her in his life. She was the best friend ever; she dealt with him and organized everything. And she was funny and caring and never let him get away with being an idiot. They had been friends for years, 12 to be exact. Annabeth knew him better than he knew himself.

“That took far too long.” Annabeth deadpanned when Percy stepped out of his bedroom. He stuck his tongue out at her, as all adults do.

“No big deal.” He said, throwing an arm around Annabeth's shoulders. She shoved it off with a frown.

“You should still look your best and be on time. Nevermind the fact that they are your parents.” She chastised.

Percy rolled his eyes but didn’t object or talk back. “Good morning!’ He chimed to the staff; they smiled widely and greeted him with optimistic remarks. Percy had always made it a goal to make all the staff feel welcome and seen. Maybe times in the past, they were regarded as tools and Percy resented that past.

“I overheard your father has a huge proclamation for you.” One of the staff members said with a smirk.

Percy tilted his head to the side? “Really? They just said they wanna talk to me.” He thought out loud.

The staff member sent him a tense smile. “Hopefully you don’t mind his proclamation.” Percy’s eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. What? Why wouldn’t he like what his father had to say? At most, it would be oh add this class to your studies, retake this class, help the general with his plans, do more royal duties. He looked over to Annabeth who was scribbling in her journal; it held all her secrets, tasks and everything. He knew this because he had stolen it once and got judo flipped in return.

“Do you know anything?” He asked curiously. She looked up to him. “No idea.” She said drily.

Percy couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. Either way, he had no time to figure it out because Annabeth had pushed open the throne room doors. “Ah, you’re up.” His father said with mirth in his eyes. Percy rolled his eyes like an angsty teenager.

“No, dad I’m sleepwalking.” He replied. His father turned to his mother.

“He gets the sass from you.” Poseidon said.

Sally laughed. “Don’t act like you didn't contribute.” She said in a sing-song voice. Poseidon ignored that.

“My king and queen.” Annabeth said solemnly, bowing her head

. The entire family rolled their eyes; it was ridiculous that Annabeth still felt as if she needed to bow to them or say your highness. She had practically grown up running around their halls and spoke casually to Percy. Despite all their efforts, she always used royalty manners. Poseidon cleared his throat and looked at Percy.

“Son.” He said curtly. “Father.” Percy replied with snark; Poseidon stifled a laugh. “You are 18 now. You are an adult-” The king started. Annabeth snorted halfway through muttering, I beg to differ, your highness. Snickering, he continued. “You are going to begin to take more pressing and complex royal duties when you are 25. Starting now as a legal adult, it is important you begin to take on roles for the public to see.” Percy nodded. His parents exchanged a look. “You must find a queen.”

Percy stumbled backwards… what? He needed to what? “Now?” Percy asked in an incredulous manner. He was met with serious nods and stares. “Why now?” He practically whined.

Percy knew he was being a brat but… they telling him he needed to find the person he’d rule next to, have children with and spend the rest of his life with… now. At age 18! He couldn’t even figure out his favorite movie, much less his permanently future wife.

“Perseus, you of all people know how difficult it is for power exchanges to occur. Especially for Princesses from outer and different kingdom. They are deliberate and must take time. Lot’s of time, as we must start now. You need a queen. Our subjects must not be led to believe you’re underqualified to be their king.” Poseidon said strictly. He was definitely thinking of the gossiping nobles.

Percy sighed but nodded. “I get that.” He moped. His father nodded. “But why do I need to find a queen now? I’m not taking the throne for years, I don’t need to have an heir anytime soon.” He protested.

This time, his mother spoke. “Percy, when you start managing all of your royal duties, you work in tandem with your future queen. It wouldn’t make sense to leave that space blank. A new king and queen won’t be able to handle an entire kingdom. You need to begin your interlocking duties in the next year, so that by the time you ascent; it’s as if you’ve been ruling for years. We can’t just thrust a new queen in the middle of that entire complicated and delicate situation. Your queen will be giving her input on most all of the pressing situations and you’ll have to work on covering each other's biases. You can’t do it all alone.” Sally said with a gentle smile.

Still Percy frowned.

“Can’t Annabeth take over the queen’s duties and input for the time being? I don’t want to rush a relationship. She already knows what to do. She knows me well and can cover the biases or my weak areas. The royal overseer already performs duties like this. We can do it until I find a queen.” Percy tried to convince his parents but they shook their heads.

“No, Percy. That could cause a slew of drama. You’re not going to want that and nor will your future queen.” The king said.

“She’s my best friend and she’s fit for the role!” Percy objected.

This time, Annabeth told him to hush. “The future queen must never be a person to be deliberated over. She must be certain. Listen to what your father is saying, there was already an uproar when I became your overseer; I do not want to even imagine the outcome of me taking on queenly duties without taking that title in the future. And more so importantly than gossip… you must marry someone of Royal status. It would be beneficial for our kingdom to have another truce. No royal-blooded Princess would want a husband who has his ‘best friend’ take over her royal duties. Must less, a commoner.” Annabeth said firmly.

The king nodded in agreement. Percy sighed in defeat. “I don’t like this. But fine. What am I even supposed to do though?” He asked.

Sally smiled at Annabeth. “Annabeth has lovingly and painstakingly created a plan to help you.” Percy snorted. When did she not have a plan? “She has a list of Princesses from good reputation kingdoms and has invited them to spend a day with you.” Percy sputtered.

“Whoa so this is like speed dating or something?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “No, you idiot. It’s not speed dating; who do you think I am? Each week, you will meet with one Princess for a day. If you find that you’re extremely compatible with one of them; she will be your queen.” Annabeth explained, shoving her blonde curls behind her ears.

Percy made a silent O with his mouth. Seaweed brain, she mouthed at him. “I’d say even though it’s rather untraditional; it is a plan that has a high probability of working.” His father said.

Annabeth nodded. “It was created with Percy in mind, your highness. Which I will admit made it difficult.” She said with a smirk. Percy squawked offendedly. “And we thank you for the plan, Annabeth dear.” His mother said kindly.

“No one else knows him well enough.” The blonde smiled politely and bowed her head. “That is all. You two can brief on it if you’d like.” Poseidon said. Percy left after telling his parents `I love you` and kissing his mother’s cheek; Annabeth bowed, said `thank you, my king and queen` and followed Percy out the door.

That’s Chapter One! I just had an idea and ran with it.

#percy jackson #percy jackson fanfiction #percabeth fanfiction #annabeth chase x percy jackson #percabeth #fanfiction #fanfic #annabeth chase #fanfics #pjo #pjoverse #percy jackson fanfic #why are they like this #idiots but make them in love #royal au #i ask for your hand in marriage

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mystic-kitten-writer · 4 years ago

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this might seem random but what are your thoughts on the netflix live action atla remake? it seems like you’ve been a fan for a long time so i’m curious

Anonymous said:

Did you hear? Creators left neflix over reative difference. What do you think?

Anonymous said:

creators quit the ATLA live-action Netflix show, whatchu think?

Anonymous said:

Bryke left the production for atla live action...its going to be shit.

I got tons of messages last night about Avatar the Last Airbender Live-Action, in production by Netflix (even more than what I copied and pasted here). I just figured I’ll answer this before getting back into writing as I’m taking a break anyway.

In short, I was always consciously optimistic.

We got burned hard by the movie we shall never name, but knowing that the creators were on the production team for Netflix had given me a glimmer of hope.

But now that the original creators are gone?

I’m high-key scared and extremely nervous.

It’s important to understand that the creators of Avatar aren’t perfect people. They make mistakes, may have some out-there ideas. Still, ultimately, via a group effort with the original Avatar production team, they were able to create an amazing and heart-touching story. A story that still has a strong fanbase despite the show being more than 10 years old.

And now, after working with Netflix for two years, they have called it quits.

I can’t imagine, as someone who has created Limerence, working on something for that long and quitting.

Them leaving due to creative differences isn’t a matter of some small changes.

I read their posts explaining the situation and those messages aren’t your typical corporate talk of ‘we’re no longer working together but we love each other.’

They burned bridges, which means these changes are quite big and were a breaking point.

As much as we all love the original ATLA series, the redemption arc, the lore behind bending, and so much more - there were flaws.

I’m pretty sure that the creators (I believe they mentioned in an insta post?) said that they’ll be given more time in each episode to explore a few themes or scenes that they didn’t in the animation. Therefore, we can assume that rather than changing the plot, they were keeping accurate to the story, but fixing those loose ends and making specific plot points more apparent. Taking the show from amazing to perfect.

But now with Netflix and these ‘big changes’ - I’m 99% sure what these changes are.

As much as I hate to say it, I’m pretty sure Netflix is going to take ‘a family-friendly show filled with adventure and growth’ to a ‘teenage love story filled with drama and a side order of adventure.’

Netflix has produced some fantastic shows, but they also produced some smelly shit like the Death Note Live Action.

White-washing is most likely going to be a thing.

Ageing up the character to ‘sex-up’ the show (Riverdale x ATLA cross over - is that you I see in the distance?)

A love triangle between Zuko, Katara, and Aang (because people love pointless love triangles)

And the cherry on top is Mai is going to be the ‘villainized’ crazy ex-girlfriend (people already shit on her character, might as well add fuel to the fire).

They’re going to make characters like Sokka nothing more but comic relief.

Zuko into some angsty ‘bad boy.’

Aang is either going to be infantized OR - they’re going to westernize his character so he can fit the westernized perspective of what is conventionally ‘attractive’ (in other words, a Zuko 2.0).

I’m listing all these things on the top of my head, and I’m doing this because I already know how Netflix works. This is the shit they pull, and it’s sad.

I’ll be honest, when the show comes out, I’m going to wait for reviews before I watch it. But I swear, if this show ends up becoming a love triangle and the bending and stuff is a side dish - I’ll sue.

I pray they keep the show family-friendly, fix the loose-ends and add a few scenes (like Aang apologizing for the kiss he stole from Katara. Sure they like each other, but Katara was rightfully upset, and Aang was clearly regretful about it afterwards, but adding a scene of him apologizing and Katara accepting it versus us speculating would be amazing and make such a statement).

And while all the things I listed above could totally still happen even with the original creators on board, I highly doubt it. With the great flop of the live-action movie and how pained they were with that, making sure this was amazing was personal.

We can only hope Netflix doesn’t mess it up because judging by the reactions of the fandom, people aren’t impressed.

#atla #avatar #Avatar The Last Airbender #ask me anything #anon answered #ATLA live action #avatar legend of aang

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gayandfullofdismay · 4 years ago

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Good!Adopted!Wen Wuxian AU Headcanons Pt 2

(Very specific bc yes there is also a Bad!Adopted!Wen Wuxian AU I’m going to write things for with canonically bad Wens as compared to this less angsty, not-as-bad!Wens AU (I told you I had a lot of Wen Wuxian AU ideas with different variations))

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Picking up from when WRH finds and decides to adopt WWX, he brings him back to the Nightless City to meet his other sons

Wen Xu meets this tiny, tiny, malnourished, dirty, smiling child who his father tells him is his new brother and he makes an oath right there to protect his new little brother forever

Wen Chao sees this dirty child stealing his fathers attention from him, who smiles at him with a smile as bright as the sun even when he’s dirty and hungry and hurt, who calls him his older brother like he’s someone amazing, and also (grudgingly he would like everyone to note) swears to protect his little brother from anything

WRH is kinda satisfied that it looks like no one is gonna try and poison the kid or smother him in his sleep bc try as he might to only think of the boy as a powerful asset that he had to secure by adopting, he’d been growing on him like a particularly worrisome fungus all the way back to the palace

WWX grows up as a Wen where his genius and skills are only further encouraged by the people around him

Wen Xu doesn’t really mind WWX showing him up bc he both is just sort of happy that his little brother can protect himself and is happy and knows that regardless of how much his father favors WWX Wen Xu is still his blood son

Wen Chao is pretty jealous of WWX’s skills and the fame and attention he’s quickly garnering through the cultivation world but he pushes it down and focuses on his happiness that his little brother isn’t helpless and is growing up happy and loved

Also, bc I cant imagine WWX not befriending like everyone in the Wen Sect, he calls Wen Zhuliu his uncle. Deal with it.

(Wen Zhuliu constantly objects to it as being improper to call him that when he’s not his real uncle and not a real Wen by birth but WWX just argues back that the same thing is true for him for every point that WZL makes)

((He absolutely loves when WWX calls him his uncle and he absolutely will not ever tell anyone this thank you very much))

WWX gets some kind of sickness within his first few years as a Wen and before he forms a golden core

Everyone there is used to working with people who have a golden core and absolutely everyone goes insane with worry about him

Wen Chao that drama queen suddenly remembers the branch of the Wen family that specialized in healing and medicine and the rest of his family, also being a bunch of panicking drama queens, calls, like, every single one of them over to help

Lil WWX meets lil Wen Ning and Wen Qing bc like I said his dramatic family got like everyone to come help

Eventually WWX gets his family to allow Wen Ning to train as a proper disciple alongside him and he adds another person to his quickly growing list of friends (bc every single disciple seems to love him in less than a week)

As he grows older, he learns to both fear and love the cry of “da-shixiong” and the onslaught of younger disciple that it usually prefaces

He’s also very obviously WRH’s favorite son even while he’s adopted

The servants also all really love him since he’s sort of the only one who seems to get how important their job is and how they deserve respect just as much as anyone else

(Also they took one look at this kid and went BABYYYY)

Also bc his genius is actually encouraged and he’s given just about anything he could possibly need for his little experiments, he actually makes a lot of talismans and inventions as a teenager that he only made in canon much much later

He’s known across the cultivation world as a prodigy and the Wen Sect continues to gain even more renown (and money) from his creations

Basically everything’s pretty great for him growing up post-canon (see you with canon timeline HCs in pt 3)

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draqcnheartstrinq · 5 years ago

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Hate That I Want You (Part 4)

Sirius Black x Pure-blood!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: At first it’s hate, then it’s confusion. It grows into a healthy amount of curiosity until it turns into hate once more. But not towards each other, more towards the idea of wanting what you’ve tried to avoid all your life.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: a lot of angst, very bad family relationships, Sirius being a dumb dumb... Sorry in advance!

Note: I’ve basically written this part whilst listening to nothing but dramatic and sad HP music... just to get myself into the mood you know. Even though it’s quite angsty (like very) there’s a promise of hope and happiness in the end? (If you squint)

Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

HTIWY Masterpost | Part 5

Her voice was loud, almost screeching but not quite. It sounded exactly like you remembered it. Although you could hear the restraint seeping through, because never would she reveal her real malice out in public, still there was the usual disappointment tinted with anger and disgust.

You were used to your mother’s voice carrying nothing but revolt towards you, but never was anyone else there to witness her sharp words. It was downright nauseating, the amount of people that turned around different corners, students coming from the stairs in front and behind you, whispers no matter how quiet still echoed together with your mother’s voice.

The saddest thing about it all?

Knowing that Sirius Black hated you enough to make this happen.

If Sirius was capable of doing something like this to you, even when he himself had been in your situation and his brother still was, then who was to say anyone cared about the pure-blood Slytherin girl born in a family of dark witches and wizards.

You knew you hadn’t been popular, you knew people didn’t particularly like you… But this, people just staring and listening to the drama unfolding in front of them, no one did anything. Not one person made a move to just make it stop.

You were on your own and for the first time in all these years you realised it all too well. It bothered you.

“Dear daughter,” her voice began in a fake compassionate tone. Not even three seconds in and you had already spotted the first lie. Never had she addressed you with ‘dear’ let alone ‘daughter’. You were nothing like the daughter she wanted you to be and you were reminded of it at the mention of those first two fake words.

“Your father and I are nothing but disappointed at the behaviour you’ve entertained these first few weeks of the school year.”

Whispers around you sounded louder with the second, almost demanding your attention more than the shrill voice of your mother. You knew confusion was going through everyone’s minds because why would your parents be anything but proud with the façade you held up. An amazing student, good at everything you did, talented in every subject. But as they kept on guessing you knew what your parents referred to.

At this point your hands trembled, hoping the Howler would try to get the message across without giving too much of your family's intention away. It would only add fuel to the fire.

“You’ve been associating with some people you know we don’t approve of, doing some business you know we don’t tolerate and honestly, darling, we’ve had quite enough of having to keep reminding you of what we expect from you! Yes, we know what you’ve been getting yourself into, who you have been mingling with. Don’t think we don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

Your racing thoughts immediately went to Lily Evans. A muggle born and nothing but a talented witch in your eyes. A mudblood in theirs.

You knew talking to her would have consequences just like talking to her friends would. When Alice and Frank offered you their listening ears though, you didn’t let your parents stop you from having a friendly conversation. Lily had been nice in class and even Marlene had smiled at you every once in a while. But now your parents knew and, apparently they were angry enough to send you a Howler.

The frequent letters to your Grandma probably didn’t help ease their fury.

“So, sweetheart of ours, we’re giving you an option here.”

You felt dozens of eyes fall on your silhouette. Everybody was trying to catch your reaction but your perplexion hadn’t changed since the Howler had echoed it’s first greeting. Subtle tears fell from the inner corners of your eyes, and you let them, because trying to keep up your own lies of indifference were taking too much energy at this point. It had been enough.

“Start giving us what we want and expect from you... or be cut off.”

The hallways went silent for three peaceful seconds, no whispers, no cutting words from the floating letter.

“And you know what that entails.”

This time the silence was thick, it drowned you, pressed down on you with all the stares coming from left, right and above. The most prominent one was coming from the stormy grey eyes right next to you.

Sirius watched you the whole time, realisation and regret filling him as he saw every tear drip down to your chin and neck, some crashing on the floor others disappearing in the collar of your shirt. His teeth painfully bit down on his bottom lip, eyebrows pulled into a frown. Not because he was angry at you, for once, but because he was angry at himself. He noticed how with every never ending second more people started filling the hallway. He hoped they would just stop.

At this point Lily and Alice had found their way there too, suddenly halting at the top of the stairs, hands around their books. Just like all the others they immediately took notice of you in the middle, Sirius just a few feet away and the letter floating right in front of your face.

As the Howler just floated there, not saying anything else, you decided to leave with the little dignity you still had. There was hope that everyone would forget about this, if not tomorrow then after a few weeks. Eventually it would all be forgotten, right? Better not fuel everyone’s imagination any longer, the best thing to do was to just walk away from all this and hide. For once just let yourself hide.

Your little steps broke the silence as you quickly turned towards the Dungeons, head held towards the ground. People seemed to make a path through the crowd, free for you to be able to pass. But the humiliation wasn’t over yet. You should’ve known your parents had it out for you.

“Oh and (Y/N)”, you heard your mother’s sickeningly sweet voice boom through the halls again. You froze in the middle of a step, flinched and lowered your head even more. Luckily your hair now partially covered your face, no one needed to see your pathetic attempt at silencing a cry.

“Your grandmother died last night.”

Your head whipped up and your eyes went wide, horror filling them quickly. Soft voices came from behind you, others gasping for air and some of them covering their mouth trying to be subtle about it.

“Thought we should mention that.”

You were just fast enough to turn around, spot the malicious grin from the Howler before it tore itself into hundreds of little shreds.

As the ongoing tears blurred your vision and your mouth fell open trying desperately to find some air to fill your lungs, you now knew what it felt like to be utterly and fully done.

You could’ve dealt with your parents’ plans, putting up a front they would like, telling more lies until you could afford to get away from them to a safe place out of their way. You could’ve dealt with the judgement coming from the other students, it was your last year after all and you had survived six of those already. It was just the last sprint to the finish line.

But now the person who you loved the most wasn’t there anymore. The one person who understood you most and liked you, loved you for who you were and who you wanted to become. She had shown you what family was meant to be, she was the one giving you a proper upbringing.

Grandma deserved more than this family and this last name. You deserved each other.

Grandma was the person who entirely understood you and now…

Now no one did.

Your knees started to buckle and your lips trembled. That was your cue to get out of that claustrophobic hallway. A loud sob escaped your throat as your eyes feverishly roamed the crowd around you, eventually landing on the figure with the long dark hair. You knew it was Sirius even though the tears made everything one big blur.

And for this one time, before making a run for your dorm, you hoped he could see every emotion right there reflected in your features. You hoped it would haunt him like ghosts at night, you hoped he would lose sleep because of it and beat himself up over it.

You hoped he would finally have enough of making your life even more miserable.

Everyone was silent, even when you had long gone. They shared looks, some perplexed, some remorseful and others straight up sad at what they just witnessed.

The only sounds were your shoes tapping against the floor as you ran away and shortly after a second pair of shoes.

Alice was quickly descending the stairs she had watched from, first shouting your name and trying to catch up to you until she realised there was no point. As she slowed and saw you already turned the next corner she turned around, found Sirius’ still frozen figure and gave him the death glare, the one many people thought Alice wasn’t able to give anyone.

“You’ve gone too far, Sirius”, her voice wavered making everyone realise she had been holding back tears, including Sirius.

“Too bloody far!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been two days.

No one had seen you in two days apart from your roommates. Alice, Lily and even Marlene had been checking in with the Slytherin girls, trying to find out if you were okay, if you had eaten anything during these long hours. They didn’t get too many answers.

Every time they returned back to the Gryffindor table, to give Frank some news about you, it was always the same few words.

“She stayed in her room and has only come out to use the bathroom. Her dorm mates saw her writing a letter back to her family to ask when the funeral is going to be.”

One time it was Lily who brought the news, the other times it was Marlene. Alice had been too taken aback to say anything at all and Frank just stared into nothingness every time they came over.

The four of them knew you weren’t a bad person, they often held conversations between them about how unfair your life must be. They noticed in the way you held yourself.

You didn’t go looking for contact with muggle borns, but nonetheless when they started talking to you you were nothing but kind and open. Now, not only the four of them knew why you avoided people like Lily.

Not because you wanted to, but because you had to.

In those two days of you not showing up to classes and meals Sirius had been listening to the girls as well.

He noticed the hope blooming in his chest when they conversed with the Slytherins, when they walked back to their seats and started ‘reporting’ everything to Frank. As soon as he heard the same words being spoken over and over again his hope was lost. You weren’t doing any better than the day before, the period before, the hour before…

Sirius had had his fair share of scoldings. One from Alice who had dragged him through the halls to smack him across the face and lash out on him as soon as the accident had happened, one from Lily shortly after Alice was finally done with him and most surprisingly…

One from his brother, Regulus.

“Do you realise what you’ve done to the girl? Do you know how much you disrespected her privacy and just her in general? Do you think it’s okay to just go and steal someone’s letter, let alone bloody Howler, to prove a point?”

He resides Regulus’ words as if they were burned into his brain. They were almost as sharp as those of your mother had been.

“Sirius, what made you think you had any right to do this to her?”

“I don’t know, brother.”

“Would you do the same to me, huh? Why is she any different than us?”

“Because she doesn’t fight to get out of the situation!” Sirius had reacted, mostly to stop his brother’s scolding. He was feeling guilty enough, why did everyone have to remind him of his disgusting actions.

“I don’t fight either, do I? Not everyone has opportunities like you, Sirius. People like her, people like me… We stay quiet because it’s the best we can do. We don’t have friends like James to move in with.”

Even now, as his brother is seated on the other side of The Great Hall, Sirius can feel Regulus’ disappointment radiating off of him.

Two days later and it’s still what most people seem to be thinking and talking about.

With his appetite gone and his mind on nothing else but his guilt and regret towards you, Sirius leaves his friends sitting in The Great Hall. All of them stare after him.

He walks with determination but is aware of everyone giving him questioning looks, some even sneer at him.

Is this what you have been going through for all these years? Is this what you had to endure all this time?

Judgemental students, all waiting for a good gossip to rise up and mock you further into the ground.

Remus holds his head up with one hand as he prods at the food on his plate with the other, James has a sad frown between his eyebrows, Peter looks down as if he feels ashamed in Sirius’ stead. The girls share a knowing look between them. Frank sits and eats like nothing is happening, trying to push down the sorrow but at the same time anger towards the coward.

They all stay put, thinking the same thing.

And Sirius thinks about it too, all the time.

He’s going to make this up to you, he’s going to try to make this better and okay.

But your eyes filled with tears, your cheeks wet with damp trails and your lips trembling whilst holding back sobs… The look you gave him races back to his mind and never, not once, had he ever seen someone’s eyes spit fire and spew melancholy at the same time.

Yours had.

And they haunted him.

There was a big possibility that his ‘making up’ was too late. Why would you ever accept anything that comes out of his mouth again?

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alistircrat · 4 years ago

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Hetalila Fanfiction Recs

Here’s a list of some of my favorite Hetalia fanfictions. Most have pairings, which I’ll specify. I put this up because I know I’m always on the lookout for good fanfiction and I wanted to help out anyone else who’s in the same boat :D Feel free to add onto this or rec me some too ;) Also a good master list of the ones I like LMAO. I’ve noticed I either like tragic, angsty fanfiction or really fluffy ones. A lot are rated M. And a LOT of USUK and Spamano #srynotsry Disclaimer: I did not write any of these; they all belong to their respective authors.

Update: Ive had this sitting in my drafts for like over 4 years and i began it when i was super into hetalia n fanfiction LMAO, what better time to post this when i should be studying lmao its nearly 4 am halp

UsUK

The Secret : Rated T, 32k words, 5 chapters, Drama/Romance, Complete Arthur's sister, engaged to prince Alfred, is killed before she even meets him. Arthur's parents do not want to shame themselves by ending the engagement and force Arthur to dress like his sister and marry Alfred instead. But can this secret be kept? (note: very interesting!! I loved every second of it)

The Courting of Alfred Jones : Rated M, 26k words, 13 chapters, Romance/Hurt/Comfort, Incomplete Alfred Jones is the most popular guy in school and also extremely homophobic. This is why Arthur is his new favourite 'victim', but Arthur has no intentions of grovelling in the dust for him. Punk!ArthurxJock!Alfred (note: Rated M, so there IS some explicit material and I advise viewer discretion. Another highschool AU. Sad that it’s probably not going to finish but it’s worth the read)

When I Only Wanted to Save the World : Rated M, 29k words, 11 chapter, Romance, Complete Alfred is a firefighter in New York City. When he gets badly injured, he takes a trip to London to recover. There he meets a man named Arthur, who ends up helping him recover from wounds he didn't even know he had. (note: warmed my weeb heart)

United Again : Rated T, 31k words, 7 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Arthur gets a letter in the mail informing him of his school's ten year reunion.

Unexpected : Rated T, 5.7k words, One-shot, Humor/Drama, Complete World Academy. When Arthur was asked to tutor the star of the American Football team, he expected several things. Sitting in an apartment full of Asian children was not one of them. (cute!)

The Invitational Year : Rated M, 208k words, 41 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Alfred is an awkward dork, despite the fact his dad is President. Arthur is a member of British royalty, and he's a perfectionist loner. Both boys are given an invitation to attend the prestigious World Academy and, naturally, they're roomies. (note: A favorite of mine! Quite long but very much worth it. Highschool AU. Can be silly yet dramatic. Anyways, you should read it! Viewer discretion due to sexual themes)

The Sophomore Year : Rated M, 173k words, 34 chapter, Romance/Drama, Complete After meeting at boarding school, Alfred and Arthur became unlikely friends and then lovers. Now, they'll face their sophomore year in America and all the challenges that come with being young, famous, and madly in love. (note: sequal to The Invitational Year)

And All That Jazz : Rated M, 98k words, 22 chapters, Romance, Complete Alfred is approached by the Student Body President, Arthur, for help on his math exam. They hate each other, but maybe opposites can attract with the help of something unexpected. (note: I love this fic. Highschool AU. Also involves music...cuz liek yknow the title)

1912 : Rated T, 52k words, 9 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Cynical, overweight and bored in the dull twilight of his empire, Arthur finds distraction in the form of rekindling his relationship with Alfred on board the RMS Titanic during her doomed maiden voyage.

The Arrow was Shot : Rated K+, 5.8k words, One-shot, Romance, Complete In order to win his family's respect, Arthur enters a tournament to win the Princess of America's hand in marriage. At the tournament, he befriends the mysterious Alfred- a fellow competitor who is equally determined to win. As he and Alfred grow closer, he begins to question what is more important to him: his family's respect... or Alfred.

Flirting with Failure : Rated T, 2k words, One-shot, Romance/Humor, Complete Alfred just wanted to get one date with Arthur Kirkland before the semester ended. To do that he had to speak with him. Thus, he was set up for failure.

Hero Frequency : Rated T, 12k words, 3 chapters, Romance/Humor, Incomplete America's got the coolest and most awesome band in school, and he's totally going to win the Battle of the Bands contest. Or at least he might, if he can get England to put aside their past issues long enough to play guitar...

The Gentleman and the Hero : Rated T, 57k words, 21 chapters, Romance, Complete World Academy students have been paired up for an anonymous email exchange program, so they can talk to someone about school and personal problems in private. These are the emails of two students nicknamed 'The Gentleman' and 'The Hero'. (note: I also love this. I find it very cute and also very in character. I want an email buddy lol. Highschool AU)

Breathless : Rated T, 35k words, 4 chapters, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Complete Arthur Kirkland never thought that golden boy Alfred Jones would ever have a reason to attempt suicide. Then again, how much did he really know about the oh so popular blonde? The rumor mill would surely chew him up and spit him out. (note: p sure this is another favorite of mine. Though angsty, I really enjoyed the development between the two. Highschool AU. Really great read!!)

Static : Rated T, 45k words, 9 chapters, Drama/Romance, Incomplete Sequel to Breathless. Arthur always thought that the incident with Alfred's arms would forever be the biggest hurdle their friendship would face. But as the looks change and the touches linger, it becomes frightfully clear that he was dead wrong about that. (note: continues after Breathless, but not finished ): worth the read anyway)

Ask Me Anything : Rated T, 7k words, One-shot, Romance/Humor, Complete Alfred starts to follow Arthur on tumblr. It's not long until they become friends... and possibly more.

The Cost of Affection : Rated M, 61k words, 32 chapters, Angst/Romance, Incomplete Being a whore is easy: all Arthur has to do is spread his legs and take the money. He doesn't have to face his past; nor does he have to deal with love. And for good reason - because when he does fall head-over-heels for someone, he's forced to realize that his sins go beyond prostitution, and that even as he rediscovers himself, his past is coming back to haunt him after all.

You Can’t Take the Sky Away From Me : Rated T, 113k words, 32 chapters, Adventure/Romance, Incomplete Ace pilot America is on a mission for the World Military when a chance encounter with a group of sky-pirates leads him to team up with their captain, England, against a malevolent group that wants to fill the sky with zeppelins. (note: Steampunk AU. This is a really cool fic!)

We’ll Meet Again : Rated M, 43k words, 13 chapters, Romance/Angst, Complete WW2 AU. London pub owner Arthur Kirkland is driven to distraction by loud, brash American fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms... just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war. (note: a hetalia fandom clASSIC. MUST READ. unfortunately the OG fics were deleted so someone reposted it, giving credit to the OG author George deValier. this will rip ur heart out n tape it poorly back together)

Franada

La Patisserie de La Rose : Rated M, 35k words, 6 chapters, Romance, Complete Accountant Matthew Williams is used to being unnoticed, ignored, and forgotten. That is until pastry chef Francis Bonnefoy appears like a burst of colour in his dull, grey life.

AmeViet (yes, Vietnam!)

Hard to Get : Rated T, 57k words, 20 chapters, Adventure/Romance, Complete During World War Two, serious, limited Vietnam meets the boisterous America. Amid fighting, friendship, and stress, America tries to get Vietnam to like him, but she won't let that happen. Or will she? (note: One of my all-time favorites, unforgettable. I can never find fics of this pairing, it’s so hard! But this is a really great fic, highly recommend. also after learning more about Vietnam history, i might give this yet ANOTHER re-read with my new perspectives)

Of Broken Promises and the Taste of Freedom : Rated T, 1.4k words, One-shot, Hurt/Comfort/Romance, Complete Vaguely, Vietnam wondered if this was what freedom tasted like. If perhaps, the hot waves that crashed through her body and set her skin on fire was what it was like to know that you are truly free.

GerIta (apologies, I don’t read too much GerIta LOL)

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart : Rated M, 104k words, 18 chapters, Romance/Angst, Complete WW2 AU. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits. (note: another VeraVerse, so well written! you will not ragret. also a repost since Og was deleted, all credit to George deValier)

RusAme

Dear Diary : Rated T, 55k words, 17 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Alfred F. Jones isn't gay. Just read his diary; you'll see. (note: I absolutely love high school or college AUs, omg. Also this is hilarious. I can really relate to how Alfred's rambling)

PruHun

The Most Awesome Date Plan Ever : Rated T, 7.5k words, 6 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete It was foolproof. He had worked out every plan, every detail and each possible outcome almost guaranteed him Elizaveta's love. Until it was ruined by Gilbert's two cockblocking best friends. (note: funny and cute)

Táncol? : Rated K+, 24k words, 6 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Elizaveta is determined to find out who Gilbert wants to ask out for the school dance. If that means bullying his friends, being hired by Gilbert to slave over a cake, and invading his diaries, so be it. (note: Another favorite! Very cute)

Hello Hurricane : Rated T, 61k words, 18 chapters, Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy, Complete Sequel to "Táncol?" Elizaveta, Ludwig, Francis, and Antonio are forced to watch Gilbert slowly fade away every day. (note: It might seem like I have lots of favorites, cuz I do and this is one of them. Warning, I cried a lot towards the end. Highly recommend)

PruCan

That Song Called Love : Rated T, 62k words, 25 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Matthew had always resigned himself to a fate of musical obscurity on a supporting instrument, but after meeting an ex-delinquent named Gilbert, he just might learn to take the lead. (note: contains other minor pairings. Although she doesn’t play a huge role I’m so happy Vietnam is in it Dx)

Operation Not to Hot : Rated T, 10k words, 2 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete Gilbert Beilschmidt is dorky, nerdy, and has serious confidence issues. He doesn't really care about himself until he sees Matthew Williams, AKA super-hot-hockey-jock. With Matthew's heart in mind, Gilbert undergoes a complete transformation. (note: funny story. Prussia being Prussia)

Overdue : Rated T, 12k words, 8 chapters, Romance/Supernatural, Complete "Well, Gott, Mattie, at least look someone in the eye when you tell them you're a ghost. Make a good impression!" (note: cute lil one-shot series)

I Have all Summer to Fall For You : Rated T, 162k words, 38 chapters, Incomplete At school, Gilbert makes fun of Matthew, and Matthew just wants to be left alone. But then when the hot days of summer roll around, and they have nothing but free time, things happen that NO ONE could have planned for! (note: MY ALL-TIME FAV PRUCAN FiC Ever. Probably will never finish but the length and quality make up for it)

PruAus

Please Don’t Read the Verdict : Rated M, 57k words, 11 chapters, Romance/Crime, Incomplete District Attorney Roderich Edelstein is faced with a gruesome, controversial murder. He has three months to build a case against the accused, but more than his will to prosecute may be destroyed in the process. (note: sadly not done, but highly interesting!)

Lily of the Lamplight : Rated M, 27k words, 4 chapters, Romance/Angst, Incomplete WW2 AU. Austrian musician Roderich and German soldier Gilbert are forced into an army prison unit and a fight for survival on the Russian Front. But in the midst of blood and death and hell on earth, how long can they fight their desire for each other? (note: MY 👏 FAV 👏 VERAVERSE 👏 I loveeee this fic, I’m so SAD it’s nEvEr going to be completed. Savor those 4 chapters. Luckily theyre long *cries* Also love the set of main characters, including Prussia, Austria, Berwald, and Poland. Also listen to the song the title is based off of, i luv it too)

SuFin

Cheers to a New Life : Rated M, 94k words, 47 chapters, Romance/Family, Complete Sweden could only find a job as a Kindergarten teacher and the famous Kirkland's little Peter happens to be enrolled into his class. But it is not Mr. Arthur Kirkland who is picking Peter up, it's this angel with the greatest ass Berwald's ever seen. (note: viewer discretion, mostly on later chapters. also has cute lil Peter/Sealand)

My Heart, In Segments : Rated T, 14k words, 10 chapters, Family/Hurt/Comfort, Complete Berwald is a man left alone, and Peter was a kid left behind. Berwald's not really the perfect dad, Peter's not really innocent anymore, and Tino's not really sure he's ready for something so real. But, maybe... Maybe it's time.

In Want of a Wife : Rated T, 41k words, 18 chapters, Romance/Humor, Incomplete Berwald's life is turned upside down when he is accepted into Hetalia International University, and everything changes for the better when he catches a glimpse of his future wife who lives down the hall. Who cares if Tino doesn't accept it yet? (note: Human AU; Lietpol is a bonus in all this hehe)

Treatment : Rated T, 55k words, 12 chapters, Romance/Humor, Incomplete Tino is a young psychology major, well known for being kind and eager to help others with their issues, but less so for his habit of profiling "patients" on campus. His therapist's eye has fixed on Berwald, but will he be the one who ends up on the couch? (note: Though not fully done, it’s one of my favorite sufin fics. Also hilarious bahah)

Catch Perfect : Rated T, 35k words, 8 chapters, Romance/Friendship, Incomplete When Berwald loses everything he is forced to move into a share house with an insane Dane, a sociopathic Norwegian, an unfathomable Icelander and a perfect Finn who makes it all worth putting up with. (note: can be crazy and random, which is probs why I liked it so much. also by George deValier I believe, reposted onto wattpad after it got deleted)

DenNor

Hummingbird : Rated T, 61k words, 12 chapters, Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort, Complete Lukas' only goal in life was to take care of his younger brother, until he was diagnosed with an irregular heart rhythm. His originally peaceful stay in hospital was interrupted when the loud, cheerful Mathias was moved into the bed beside him and refused to leave him alone; yet as his health began to deteriorate, the Dane decided to fall in love with him. (note: I love this fic so much, it’s also another favorite of mine. Very cute but with lots of angst, ahhh just what I ordered)

Secret Crowds : Rated M, 3.4k words, One-shot, Hurt/Comfort/Romance, Complete An explosion leaves Denmark with a permanent brain injury and Norway struggles to find his role in their relationship as the line between lover and caregiver begins to blur. (sad and touching)

I also read a lot of DenNor so im like ?? where the fics at LOL. but i think i read more DenNor doujinshis, so that’s def something yall should look into

Spamano

A Beautiful Story : Rated T, 16k words, 10 chapters, Tragedy/Romance, Complete Lovino Romano Vargas is a suicidal designer who is unhappy with his fate. One day, he chances to meet Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who turns his life upside down.

Flashlight : Rated T, 38k words, 11 chapters, Parody/Romance, Complete "If I throw a tomato at you, vampire bastard, will you still sparkle under the sauce?" (note: OKAY SO This is actually a Twilight parody w Romano as Bella and Spain as Edward. I don’t really like Twilight but I really like this version of it lmao. Funny and a good read. Mostly Romano’s POV, cRACK )

New Batteries : Rated T, 41k words, 10 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Sequel to Flashlight. "WELL, I NEVER LIKED YOU, EITHER. WHAT NOW, YOU STUPID SPARKLY EXCUSE OF A VAMPIRE?" (note: also a parody, just the sequel to the previous one listed. I understand the Twilight plot through these better than the original)

Kismet : Rated M, 174k words, 52 chapters, Romance/Fantasy, Complete Lovino learns the hard way that things change and that they can change quickly. The necklace fell and now he's in a strange land far from home. Will he ever see his brother again? Will he find his way home? Or will he discover home is where the heart is? Fate is a strange woman and can work in mysterious ways. (note: RATED M, viewer discretion. the author has a list of warnings on the first chapter you can look at so you know what you’re reading. Fantasy AU)

Catch You, Catch Me : Rated M, (basically)37k words, 7 chapters, Drama/Romance, Complete Clumsy, clueless detective Romano is on the trail of the infamous handsome and charming thief El Apasionado Caballero. But there's more to this, what seems like a simple game of cat and mouse, than meets the eye.

The Bet : Rated T, 20k words, 9 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete When someone kisses you, and then moves away you'd think that would be it. But when Antonio comes back from Spain he wants Lovino to be his again. Except Lovino now hates Antonio...which sucks for Lovino because Antonio isn't going to let go that easily.

Zero Tolerance : Rated M, 55k words, 24 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Lovino lives a perfect life. Or atleast thats how he is suppose to appear. Antonio lives a life as a dangerous gangbanger. North Side meets South Side as these two are partnered in their Chemistry class. But there is one chemical reaction these 2 arent prepared for- Love. (highschool AU)

Breathless in the Atmosphere : Rated T, 31k words, 3 chapters, Hurt/Comfort/Romance, Complete Antonio only needed money for marble. He needed to make his art. And a chance encounter on the subway offers him a job as a male escort. It was just for the money. He could stop anytime he wanted to. Really. (note: viewer discretion advised. contains prostitution and suicidal ideation)

Before the Snow Falls : Rated T, 19k words, 2 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Lovino, jersey number nine, right winger. He was ready to pass the ball, ready to set up the win, but Antonio, opposite team, center fielder, was ready too. Someone thought, and someone didn't, and they crashed. Hard. A few months later, Lovino's on crutches, Antonio has scholarships, and they have to deal with the aftermath of what happened.

Door to Door : Rated T, 3.5k words, One-shot, Humor/Romance, Complete Do not open the door. It could be a zombie, an unwanted boyfriend of your brother's, or a persistant salesman by the name Antonio Carriedo.

Numbered Lithograph : Rated M, 133k words, 29 chapters, Drama/Romance, Complete When Lovino starts attending art school with his brother he finds his most important lesson doesn't come from his professors, but from a culinary student at a sister school: sometimes the flaws hold the beauty. (note: Probably my favorite spamano fic. Very touching. Has fluff and angst)

Bésame Mucho : Rated M, 48k words, 6 chapter, Angst/Romance, Incomplete WW2 AU. Lovino Vargas only ever wanted something exciting to happen in his boring, everyday Italian village existence. He never expected war, Resistance, love, passion, treason, or a cheerful, confusing, irritatingly attractive Spanish freedom fighter. (note: ANOTHER 👏 ONE 👏OF👏MY👏FAVS👏 BUT SAD BC ITLL NEVER FINISH HDUEOFREGH. Also by George DeValier and reuploaded onto wattpad (originally on ff.net)! I’m in love with the writing. Incomplete but sooo worth the read.)

Bad Touch Trio (may or may not contain pairings/slight pairings)

Oh No, We’re Hot : Rated T, 1.4k words, One-shot, Friendship/Humor, Complete In which, after a summer apart, the Bad Touch Trio realizes that they have become really attractive. Really slight hinted Spamano. (note: I absolutely love the BTT, this is a cute short fic about them)

The Trap : Rated T, 4.7k words, One-shot, Friendship/Humor, Complete The prompt was Prussia and Spain meeting France for the first time, thinking he's a girl, kiddy-courting him, then finding out he's a boy, but still kiddy-courting him. Exactly as wacky as it sounds. (note: another cute story about the BTT and their rad friendship! I need this in my life)

Multiple Pairings

Playing Cupid : Rated T, 24k words, 15 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete In Everett High School there is a secret club called the yaoi club. It is their job, during Sadies, to set up couples. This year Elizabeta has an ambitious plan. She is going to find a date for the infamous Lovino Vargas. Her choice is Antonio, unfortunately half the girls want to ask him too. Will she and her friends succeed? Spamano, UsUk, Prucan, GerIta, others (note: very cute highschool AU! highly recommend! also contains many of the hetalia girls, which is amazing~)

No Pairings

Bad Pasta : Rated T, 13k words, 6 chapter, Mystery/Tragedy, Complete Kiku and Arthur trade rooms. (note: Author also made a game based on this posted on deviantart: Bad Pasta game. I really liked it, especially since I’m into hetalia fangames and whatnot. warning, contains death of characters)

Fun with Former Vikings : Rated K+, 63k words, 17 chapters, Friendship/Family, Complete Brothers that are too awkward to even stand next to each other, husband and 'wife,' and that one guy that drinks a lot. The Nordics couldn't be any more different. And neither could the situations they get themselves into. (note: I love love love the Nordics. This is also probably one of my all-time favs. I love them as bros Dx)

God Only Threw the Humans out of Paradise : Rated K+, 4.5k words, One-shot, Friendship, Complete 12 years is nothing in the life of a Nation. But to a puppy, it's a lifetime. This is a look at 12 years of England's life through the eyes of man's best friend.

Gutters : Rated M, 98k words, 20 chapters, Adventure/Drama, Complete 'The Calamity' has left the world stripped and dying. Alone in a civilian bunker in Munich, Sealand will be reunited with the last known living member of his surrogate family and together, they will set out across Europe to find those they have lost. (note: It’s an adventure story starring Sealand and Denmark. Can be really intense and eMOTIONAL i cried like a bitch, highly recommend. Probably one of my 👏 favorite👏 fics of all time)

Ditches : Rated M, 2.4k words, 2 chapters, Drama/Family, Incomplete Prequel to Gutters. In the days leading up to The Calamity, the world braces and families struggle not to be torn apart.

Breathe Me : Rated T, 66k words, 21 chapters, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Complete "God I'm so fat." "No, Alfred. You're not. You're –" "Stop it! I am and you know it! The whole world knows! Just stop okay?" Trigger Warning, Human AU, and F.A.C.E. Family. (note: very important TRIGGER WARNING due to mention of eating disorders, verbal abuse, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts.)

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You know that game idea I was kicking around for a bit? And I ended up writing like. A bunch of paragraphs for it? Yeah, that one.

Well, I made some mock designs for it.

As it goes, I know 0 about character design and I am not very good at posing and proportions, as well as the fact that this is all a WIP and will probably never go anywhere. Good? Good.

Warning, this is pretty damn long because I discuss some potential character interactions and the designs because I need to talk about it lmao (obligatory readmore because I talk too much lmao)

Viola

Viola’s the odd one out of the three because I he just kind of popped into my brain one day and I went “sure let’s roll with that” simply because I was throwing around ideas for the rest of the String Quartet as it were (Violin, Viola, Cello, and Bass). The other two I sat myself down and said “I’m doing this today okay” and then I did it but he’s weird because he just naturally occurred as it were.

I’ve imagined him as something of a moody teen. He’s also kind of defensive and prickly and a bit angsty. He’s sweet under that outer shell of thorns, though. He has something of a inferiority complex to Violin, since as far as I am aware, violas don’t usually get solos in classical orchestra (though I could be 100% wrong and I’m admitting that bc I don’t remember much of symphony orchestra. Actually I remember a lot of symphony, but not enough, sadly).

Violin teases him a lot, but she makes it known that she doesn’t mean any of the joking barbs she throws at Viola. She knows he’s important in his own right, but still the jokes can hurt, so he’s distant from her. He wants the spotlight too, but he’s also a little afraid of it because what if he makes himself a laughingstock when he finally gets his solo? Poor thing.

Design-wise, I think he’d wear probably a dark red hoodie with white trim, or something. Idk. Yes, he wears skinny jeans (in black, probably), and no, I don’t know why I drew him with cuffed pant legs. He’s a Converse kind of guy, I think, and his hair is is a bleach blond. No clue if his hair has any other color in it.

He doesn’t wear his hood up all the time though. When he’s particularly moody, he’ll probably pull it over his head (I imagine his default sprite is him with his hood up because I think he won’t be that open to the player just yet) and close the strings, but otherwise, his hood is up enough because he wants to or it’s down because he wants to.

Imagine though, if the player gets enough “bond points” with him, his default will change to him having his hood down because he’s more comfy with the player, in general (and maybe the player like seeing his face idk) and that’s a barrier broken. Imagine Viola being a cuddlebug with the player because they’re so warm and it feels nice to be around them. Imagine Viola smiling more instead of looking grumpy. Imagine Viola finally opening up and learning that he is worthy of being a string instrument and he is loved and cherished for who he is and that he doesn’t need to be better than Violin to have worth because he is is own person, and that’s what matters.

Imagine him mending fences with Violin in a sidequest. Violin stops teasing him so much (but since she’s like a sister to him, of course she’s going to annoy him- it’s what siblings do) and Viola being more open to her and showing her that warmth he too has.

Gameplay-wise, since he’s a member of the Strings family, he would have a higher ATK stat with lower DEF and HP as a tradeoff. However, he’s more beefy than Violin, who probably is The Glass Tank to the entire String family. Maybe Stradivarius is the Most Glass Tankiest out of all of the Strings. I dunno.

Guitar

Okay, so I’m not gonna lie, Guitar is my favorite design out of the three here. I don’t know if I wanted him to be bishounen or ikemen but since I can’t draw ikemen at freaking all, I went the bishounen route. but I think he’s still more handsome than pretty, so maybe he’s already ikemen?

So, I imagine Guitar as more of a mellow guy. He’s nice, maybe unremarkable, but that’s what’s great about him. He’s definitely handsome though, and he knows it. He’s most definitely a flirt. He takes pride in his appearance, but isn’t vain. Out of the Guitar brothers, he’s probably the most “chill” one. He’s also “cool” because… yknow. Guitars are cool. I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t really didn’t know what else to put for his character, so I might add or change things as I see fit in the future.

Design-wise, I wanted him to be pretty. In fact, the first thing I had in my mind was a white button-down and a vest. What I did not foresee, however, was how much of a pain in the ass drawing a collar was. I forgot how much I hated drawing collared men’s shirts lol. I actually wanted one side to be untucked, giving him like… a roguish?? Sexy??? Vibe. But I decided against it because it didn’t look good At All.

The vest was also a “should I or should I not” thing. Maybe it was because I really liked how I drew the shirt. i was worried that he’d look too formal, but I don’t think he looks too formal after it was finished. The coat slung over his shoulder was a “cool” booster lol. He never wears it, just like he’ll never button the top button of his shirt.

His color palate would probably be tans. White shirt, tan vest. Probably black pants, and the jacket is a wildcard. No clue what color it would be. His hair is probably a sandy brown and shiny. It looks very soft and it very much is. Most of the guitar players I see have long hair and/or a beard, so maybe he’ll have a little stubble? Dunno.

Imagine the player getting enough “bond points” with Guitar and him actually meaning what he says because initially he wanted to tease the player a bit or that was just a way he jokes around but now… he cares for their well-being deeply. Imagine Guitar being goofy and an utter prankster like his brother Electric Guitar. Imagine him being a bad influence to the younger/more impressionable instruments and getting all of them in trouble with the player because he too is cheery and bright but he’s just more well known for being mellow and romantic and smooth and he just keeps up with that image because he’s worried that others view him as strange or they would abandon him because he’s a popular hobby instrument but sometimes hobbies don’t pan out well and he’s been left in some attic alone and unplayed and abandoned only to be sold again to another person.

Imagine him worrying over his brothers because they’re doing something dumb and he has to bail them out. Imagine in a sidequest, he loses his cool and goes absolutely feral because his brothers are in mortal danger when he initially had more of a distant relationship to them.

Gameplay-wise, I imagine him to be a little more like the Brass family (of which I have yet to actually do anything for)- more beef in exchange for ATK. But since he’s from the Strings, he naturally has higher ATK and has more skills associated with the Strings family.

Violin

Okay. I have played violin for over 7 years guys. I haven’t played in an orchestra for a while though so my inf might be outdated or something because I’ve not been in an orchestral environment for two years.

So I’ve imagined Violin to be something of a drama queen? That’s too strong of a word for it, but I can’t think of anything else. Dramatic, perhaps, suits her better. She’s certainly formal and definitely haughty and “cultured” but she’s as cultured my file directory (aka not at all). Well, that’s a lie. She certainly has class. She likes attention but she’s not an attention whore and also she doesn’t have that much of an ego. She takes her job very seriously, too, and is a perfectionist. Perhaps she’s more like Viola than she lets on…

She appreciates the “little guy” as it were and is not one of those “ohime-sama” characters. Yes, there’s a stylistic difference between a fiddle and a violin (bluegrass/country vs classical and jazz), but in the body and neck of the actual instrument, as well as the range, there is very little to no difference. The main differences are the strings (fiddles typically use steel strings for a brighter sound compared to violins which use synthetic or traditional gut strings) and the bridge (flatter for string crossing/chords and rounded for single note playing).

I’m getting ahead of myself. I imagine Violin parties hard in addition to simply being all wound up and “classy”. Like, she’s probably the one doing karaoke and shots and in general being Wild while also being her typical Responsible, Classic, Dramatic self. She’s also quite sweet and is a hopeless romantic, but she has something of a short fuse and can get really scary when she wants to be. She’s probably Disaster Bi.

Design-wise, my first thought was concert blacks. Seriously. Whenever you hear “violin”, please tell me that you, too, hear someone in an elegant black dress, absurdly beautiful and pristine? Just me? Okay. She has beautiful brown hair that’s wavy and silky and soft and maybe it’s magic but it changes color slightly in the light when you see it at a different angle.

Imagine the player getting enough “bond points” with her and she finally starts to let her hair down. Imagine she invites the player to a karaoke bar or simply to a small party/gathering she and a few other instruments have planned because she wants to have fun. Imagine she sets up a drinking game that includes Spin The Bottle or 7 Minutes In Heaven or something because she can be fun and she’s not just uptight and known for being for the nobility. Maybe she’s insecure about how others see her because she’s been seen always as a tightly wound person and she too can have fun and be wild and free and happy and not a stick in the mud. Maybe she’s a perfectionist because that’s what’s been drilled into her from her creation because she’s usually a sign of nobility and nobles have to be perfect and she must be perfect to charm crowds of people and she’s only beautiful because she’s perfect but she’s beautiful even with her imperfections and her quirks and she doesn’t need to be Wild to prove that she can be fun and that’s okay.

Imagine her and Viola making up in a sidequest. She knows that she teases him and pokes fun at him a lot but she really doesn’t mean it. She knows that he’s an important instrument in orchestras and she tells him that yes he is needed and is important and yes, she’ll stop poking fun at him because she realises that her comments actually do hurt and she doesn’t want him to feel unloved. But she’ll still annoy him because that’s what big sisters do but she’ll stay away from those kinds of jokes because she doesn’t mean it and it’s mean so she’ll stop.

Gameplay-wise, she’s definitely on the more glass canon side of things. She has excellent ATK, but her DEF and HP are kinda… shit. I’d pair her with other String instruments that have higher DEF and HP to help balance out her flaws or even put her on a team with Percussion or Brass or even have her with a Woodwind to help with healing and she’ll do the damage necessary.

#rex rambles #rex can't draw #rex can't write #that game that rex keeps developing #rip the readmore went away... Sorry;;;#violin #viola #guitar

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