#it is on the same level as Moonlight or Get Out for me - except the monster is a metaphor for puberty and girlhood

[firelise]

Film & TV I Think About A Lot » The Fits (2015) dir. Anna Rose Holmer

You know it's gonna happen to us. Just thinking about what my sister said, you know? What do you mean? I just... I just wanna know how it feels. Aren't you scared? Yeah, but it doesn't matter. It'll happen to us anyway. It hasn't happened to any of the boys. Yeah, but we're not them.

[mostly-imagines]

So This Is Love

jason todd x fem!reader

aka you show each other what love is supposed to be like

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: section 1: close-call panic attack for j, mentions of ptsd for j // section 2: implied sexual activity // section 3: mild angst w comfort // section 4: implied ptsd for j

He feels like his heart might burst through his chest.

The nightmare wasn’t anything unusual for him, but it did feel particularly vivid tonight. It was more of a memory than anything, though. That same one that plays on a loop in his head throughout the night the more he tries to push it away during the day. It was the last thwack of the crowbar that had him jolt awake in bed.

You shift in your spot next to him, opening your eyes to see his rattled state. If he’d been in a clearer frame of mind he would’ve lied to you. He would’ve expertly leveled his breathing and told you everything was fine and to go back to sleep.

But instead, he looks over at you with wide eyes, chest heaving and shaking like he might start hyperventilating at any moment.

You shoot up from the bed, instantly on alert. This isn’t the first time he’s had one of these nightmares around you, so it’s not hard for you to guess where this is coming from.

“Jay? What’s—what do you need?” You know better than to try and touch him unprompted right now, you’ve panicked enough yourself to know that sudden contact only makes it worse.

“I—I can’t, I—” Now he really looks like he’s about to lose all control of his breathing.

You sit up further, moving onto your knees. “Here, let me—can I see your hand?” you ask gently, holding your own out.

He extends it to you without question, a tiny act of vulnerability that he couldn’t have dreamed of doing in this state before he met you.

You flip his hand over, palm-up and start tracing lines over it in the moonlight. You’re looking at his hand quite intently like there’s something very important on it. It’s enough to make him question what the hell you’re doing. 

“I can read palms.” You tell him, simply. 

“What?” His voice almost breaks, like he’s right at the edge of tears. 

“Yeah, my friend taught me. I can tell the future and everything.” You look up at him, fingers not stopping their trailing. “Do you wanna hear yours?”

All he can do is nod.

You smile and start to inspect his hand carefully, tracing over calluses and a few tiny scars. You draw your finger across the short, deep line parallel to his fingers.

“This one…see the way it curves upwards right there?” He nods. “That means you’re very resourceful and ambitious. Like a leader.” His breathing starts to slow as he watches you, trying to focus on what you’re showing him in the dim light from the window.

“And this one,” you trace the line that curves downwards in the middle, “This one says that you’re strong and stubborn, which I can confirm,” he huffs out a laugh. It’s little but it’s genuine. “But it also means that you’re resilient. You’re built to overcome things and bounce back even stronger because of them. Which I can also confirm.”

He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. He takes in a deep breath, watching you draw patterns across the base of his palm.

The sensation soothes him in a way that he frankly didn’t know he could be soothed. He figures he usually can’t, except when it’s you. He tries to match your breathing, syncing up with you. If anyone else tried to get this close to him when he was on the verge of a panic attack they’d get punched, at best.

But you…you always know how to help him. He’s considered in the past that he did something really right somewhere down the line and you were sent to him as reward. He’d racked his mind for hours of every good thing he’d ever done, trying to find one that could explain your presence in his life. For anything that could explain why he deserved you. He poured and poured over every memory he could dig up but couldn’t find any good he’d ever done that surmounted to a single piece of the good in your heart.

There was a time when he would’ve thought—when he did think that you were only in his life to be taken away as soon as he felt safe. That would certainly be in line with previous experiences. But you showed him quickly that you have this way about you…it makes those loud thoughts in the back of his head shut up and just listen. Listen to your words, your breathing, your footsteps, your laugh…anything he could. Because it turns out, when he listens, he feels safe. 

He’s quiet for a long time, contentedly watching you work. He notices that at some point you’d stopped tracing the lines and began drawing designs instead. 

He breaks the silence after several minutes, softly commenting, “You don’t know how to read palms.”

“No, I do not.” 

But you continued to leave your invisible art on the palm of his hand just the same, both of you taking comfort in the sound of the other's breathing and the soothing feeling of each other’s skin.

The radio plays lightly in the background, surrounding your night with soft ambience. You’re working at the cutting board with tomatoes as Jason leans against the counter next to you, having just finished getting the pasta set up on the stove.

His hands find your hips, resting them there as he watches you work over your shoulder.

“Watch your thumb.” He comments when the knife gets a little too close for his liking.

You shrug him off, “I know how to do it.”

He eyes the way the knife stutters as you cut through the tomato, slicing through not very cleanly at all. “Doesn’t look like it.”

You ignore him, elbowing him gently in the abdomen. He’s joking, but he’s not. The skill level you’re displaying is only above Bruce and slightly below Tim, which is not great.

“Will you let me do it?” he asks you when he realizes there’s going to be no improvement. 

“Fine.” You relent with faux annoyance. 

You switch over to the stovetop, keeping a careful eye on the pasta as it cooks. It’s quiet for a moment as he works, chopping with much more efficiency than you had.  

“You didn’t have to stay here tonight, you know.” You say quietly, still intently watching the stove.

In spite of the music, your low volume does nothing to faze him as he continues his actions, “Why wouldn’t I?”

You stir the contents of the saucepan around. “Well, I know Roy wanted you to go out…”

“Not missing much.” He mumbles, opening up the above cabinet to get out plates.

You lull your head to the side, “Come on, he’s your best friend.”

Jason frowns. “He’s not my best friend.”

You turn your head towards him, “No?”

He meets your gaze, frown consistent. “No. You are.” He says it like he’s confused that you don’t know that. 

“Oh.” You smile, “You’re my best friend too.”

His eyes soften at that, a light smile gracing his lips. He knew that, and he knew you’d say it, but hearing it out loud just…does something to him.

You flick the stove top off, prompting him to on instinct reach for the Marinara jar and crack it open for you. He hands it to you and you accept with a smile, twisting it open the rest of the way as you turn back to the stove. The jar sputters as you open, spitting out sauce.    

“Oh, shit.” You hiss, when the splatter hits your shirt.

He takes one glance at the mess on your shirt and pulls his own shirt off his back. He’s tugging yours off just as fast, replacing it with his. You’ve barely processed what happened as he scans your body, eyes lingering on where his shirt stops at your thighs. “Can you wear this to bed tonight?” He asks, hands running over your waist.

You laugh, “Really?”

He meets your eyes, face serious. “Yes.” He squeezes your hip, “You look good.”

“In your shirt.” You say with a knowing smile.

“In my shirt.” He confirms.

You turn back to the stove to dish out the salsa, his hands skimming around your thighs as you do. He watches you as you work, though rather than watching your hands he’s fixated on the size of his shirt over you and how fucking good you look right now. 

“Or…” He sweeps his eyes over your legs before looking back up at you again. “Did’ya turn the stove off?”

You tilt your head at him, “I did…?”

He grins at you, lifting you up by your thighs til you’re a head above him. “Good.” He maneuvers you over to the counter, setting you on top. He brings your wrist up to his mouth to press a delicate kiss before dropping to his knees.

You’ve been laying in bed for at least three hours, bordering on sleep but never quite falling in. You and Jason had a little spat, though nothing insurmountable, it was still the biggest fight you’ve had to date. You’d tried going out (at night) to see your friend that was having a hard time, and yeah, you should’ve told Jason you were going. It was only five blocks, give or take, but in Gotham at eleven o’clock at night, it’s a risk to say the least.

You should’ve told Jason, you know. But he wouldn’t have let you go or would’ve insisted on putting hold on patrolling to accompany you. You always feel bad when he does that—people could be getting hurt somewhere because you needed your boyfriend to walk you down the street. Unfortunately, it didn’t matter in the end because he caught you red handed before you’d even made it a full block away. Of all the nights for him to come home early, it had to be this one.

He dropped down from the rooftop behind you and scared the absolute hell out of you, and you didn’t even have time to be relieved that it was just him because he was on you in a flash. 

“What the hell are you doing out here?” His voice was hard through the modulator, a rare tone for him to use with you.

“I just—my friend—” he sounded tired and angry, sure signs that he’d really not had a good night so far which was probably all the more reason that you shouldn’t have been out by yourself in the middle of the night.

“What are you—no! Go home. Now.” You would’ve, you really would’ve, but your friend called you crying about her boyfriend cheating on her again and she needed the in person support. 

“Ja—” You’d cut yourself off, “It’s down the street, it’s fine—” He dropped his shoulders in a huff and faced you dead-on. You didn’t need him to take his helmet off to know exactly how he was looking at you.

He dropped down and hooked his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you off the ground with no discernible effort. “Wha—”

He started walking before you were even fully planted on his shoulder, arm wrapping around your legs to hold you in place. 

“Hood! I am so fucking serious, put me down!” You swatted at his back and struggled in his grip, though in the back of your mind you knew it was a pointless effort. Even if you were a match in size, whatever mood he’d been pushed in was enough to guarantee that you had no chance. 

He ignored you, not even pretending that you were giving him any difficulty with your squirming. He marched you back down the block to your apartment, not stopping until you’re outside your door. He set you down in between him and the entrance, digging into his pocket for his key.

He kicked the door shut behind him, finally letting you go. He wordlessly grabbed one of his spare guns and two cartridges of ammo from inside the closet by the door and turned back to you with a firm stance. “Stay here.”

You immediately tried to push past him again, at that point more angry about him dragging you back here than about having to duck out on your friend. He stopped you, holding you by the arms, which led you to respond by raising your voice at him, “Jason!” 

But he didn’t waste any time letting you know how it is, “I will lock you in this fucking apartment. Stay. Here.” Him cursing at you like that was very rare and not a particularly good sign, so through your anger you’d made the decision that it was better to relent, for now. Your posture dropped and you frowned at him resentfully, a visible cue that you were giving in without you having to say it. 

He stayed true to his word and locked the door on his way out, though knowing you could easily unlock it from the inside. You’d trudged into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.   

Now you lay on Jason’s usual side of the bed, partially because you do miss him, partially because the bed feels a little less empty when you can’t see all the empty space. You know he was just trying to keep you safe after what was probably a rough start to the night, so you feel less than great that you’d yelled at him.

Your dwelling over the memory is interrupted by a quiet creak of the bedroom door. You blink up at him blearily, “Jay?” You sit up, furrowing your brow. You didn’t even hear him come home. “What’s wrong?” You figure he must be hurt to come in here—it’s not unknown for him to sleep on the couch if he feels like he did something wrong or upset you.   

Your eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness, scanning over him for any injuries. He’s out of his armor and in his regular clothes which means he must have showered already. And you know from dozens of nights patching him up that he always tends to his injuries before showering.

This leaves you confused, as you look up at him, waiting for an answer. “I can’t…I don’t want to sleep without you.” He whispers, eyes on the floor. 

You shuffle back into your usual spot near the wall and hold your hand out to him expectantly. You’re still a bit cross with him, but you miss him too much to care right now.

It takes him a second to move, but he eventually lingers away from the door and makes his way to the bed. He takes your hand as he climbs onto the bed, letting go only when you lay down after him, staring up at the ceiling next to him. 

You weren’t entirely expecting him to wrap his arms around you and tug you into his chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’d assumed he would lay on his side and you on yours and that would be enough for him to fall asleep with. Instead, he tightens his arms and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You lay there in silence for a couple minutes, both thinking.

“You’re mad.” He mumbles into your shoulder after a while. You know he feels badly about the dispute, you knew it while it was still happening. As hard as he tries, he’s not very good at hiding his emotions. Not with you, anyways.

You shrug slightly. “Barely. I’ll get over it. This is more important.”

He picks his head up to look at you, “I love you. You know that?”

You wiggle out of his grip a bit, making him frown. You use the new space to flip over to face him, before placing his arm back around your waist. You peek up at him, looking him in the eyes, “I do. You know I love you. Even when we fight.”

He looks at you like he’s a bit thrown off by your words. “I’m sorry. It was just…it was a rough night…I—I’m sorry.” He tells you dolefully.  

You shake your head, frowning. “Don’t be. I should’ve texted you.”

“It—yeah. Please. I just worry about you.” He looks so sad and it makes you feel somehow worse.

“I know,” you whisper, “I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t be.” He kisses your forehead, not moving away after.

You feel like you can finally relax and your tense body doesn’t take long to slacken in his hold. Soon after, he does the same, both of you closing your eyes. You feel your heart slow and your mind starts to find a space of peace.    

Jason didn’t get it at first.

Honestly, he didn’t really realize that you noticed things about him that even he didn’t see.

Your neighbor was having their place remodeled and you knew there would be construction going on near your apartment all day.

Jason didn’t really care, planning to bury his head under the pillow and trying to sleep through it. You however, seemed very adamant about getting out of the apartment that day. You’d left hours before the construction crew had even gotten there, telling him it was a nice day out.

It was an alright day, but he let you have your way.

You held his hand as you walked down the street, looking into shop windows and commenting on things you think he’d like.

You led him into a book store excitedly, telling him about how the author he’d been binging had just published something new. He didn’t even know that.

You were browsing the sections, flipping through books as you went. You peered across the shop at a kid holding an absolutely massive pile of books, who was clearly struggling to keep them in his arms.

His mother tried to help him but he shook his head and strided away independently, albeit very slowly. The weight of the books though, did get the best of him, and you could tell by the quivering in his arms that he was going to drop them.

“Loud noise.” You said quickly, seemingly out of the blue. Jason turned to you, confused, before seeing the stack the books splat flat onto the ground. It was indeed a loud noise.

He tilts his head at you, though you’re still busy watching the little boy as he throws his head back in frustration.

“What was that?”

You look at him, “He dropped his books.”

“Yeah, I saw. But why—”

His question gets cut off by the kid bursting into tears, wailing. You turn back to look at him, your gaze getting caught by the new book you’d been telling him about. “Ooh!”

You grab his hand and pull him over with you, smiling widely when you have the book in your hands. The sight of you makes him feel so warm so fast that he forgets about the odd interaction all together.

A couple hours later, you sit outside a cafe and eat lunch together, his back to the road, you sitting diagnal to him.

He’s telling you about the shit Damian got in trouble for at school last week, holding your hand with his right hand and eating with his left.

“He thinks he’s not going to get expelled for pulling shit like that every other week, it’s ridiculous.” He says, tossing his napkin down on the table.

Your smile is wavers as your eyes move past his shoulder looking down the block before widening, “Car—”

The sudden noise startles him enough to make him visibly jump, hand flying to where his holster would be. He looks over at the fender bender, shoulders relaxing.

He turns back to you to find your eyes looking far more worried than they should. You seem to be scanning his face, looking for something and he’s about to ask you what’s wrong when it sinks in.

He does get scared by unexpected loud sounds, doesn’t he? He never really thinks of it until it happens, but his mind is trained to expect gunshots or crowbars making impact.

It doesn’t happen often, but it noticeably takes a little piece out of him when it does.

“You…” he tries, but falters. He’s not even sure he’s processing this right.

He’s never seriously tried to fathom that you love him half as much as he loves you, though love doesn’t feel like a strong enough word. He lives and breathes for you, you’ve become a lifeline he’d been stranded without for most of his life. But now you're here and you’re everything, you’re in his head all the time, in every emotion he feels.

He thinks he’s here for you, that he was brought back from the dead because of you. You can’t possibly understand how much his heart is full of you, he doesn’t understand it himself.

He knows you love him, he’s gotten that through his head. But he can’t get a grasp on the idea that he’s equally matched in the who loves who the most battle.

Do you really care that much about him to go out of your way to keep track of things that might startle him? He knows there’s a million things about you that are in the back of his mind at any given time, but surely you don’t operate that same way with him?

Do you?

There’s this burning in his heart that aches and it only gets stronger when he sees you looking at him like that. So genuine. With care, with love.

He squeezes your hand, “I love you. More than anything.”

The look on your face sinks back into that sweet, adorable look that he’s so used to and it makes him want to scream.

You smile that bright smile and it sends his heart rocketing into oblivion. “I love you.” You squeeze his hand back, “More than everything.”

He feels like his heart might burst through his chest.

[kaitokitty19]

Black Org!AU where everything is the same but the Hakuba family is one of the biggest sponsors behind the BO and subsequently are deeply integrated with the organization.

Saguru was sent out by his father to find out KID's identity and "take care of him". Since he's not in the Police force, Saguru won't be subjected to the same level of scrutiny: he'd able to access all existing and updated police records as detective while having the liberty to act on his own.

Well, like in Canon, he found Kaito out pretty fast. But he was curious as to what a 16 yo is doing risking his life for Pandora, he wanted to get to the root. But knowing the BO would immediately dispose of Kaito without further questioning, he held back from reporting KID's real identity.

Except... he slowly fall for this mischievous, kind-hearted, highly-intelligent classmate. Now Saguru is stuck in the in-between, making sure the BO doesn't find out Kaito's identity and making sure Kaito isn't getting too close to the truth/pandora.

But all is not as planned. On one heist, Snake managed to get too close; he's aiming at Kaito's heart. Without another option, Saguru shoot Snake first, killing him. He is now officially a defect. A traitor.

KID is confused. He could never phantom anyone so close to him getting so violent; much less the uptight, mild-manner, son-of-the-police-chief-superintendent Hakuba. Hakuba who always smiles at him softly after he teased Kaito to a bodily flush. He's frozen stocks-still in place and his hands trembles with fight-or-flight nervousness.

When Hakuba approached him, Kaito tumbled backwards, but he did not run. A hand reached up to touch Kaito's cheek and it's wet and sticky with blood from the close-range headshot. Yet it was gentle.

"You need to go. You don't see anything here, understand? Kid died tonight. He must be. Promise me he won't do another heist," Hakuba said. Kaito nodded shakily, not entirely registering what he was agreeing too. Hakuba seemed to noticed but it was good enough for him.

"What about you?" Kaito found himself asking instead of the other millions questions that swam his thoughts.

In the moonlight, the detective leaned down to steal a chaste kiss upon his cheek:

"I'm as good as dead, Kuroba."

[captainsophiestark]

Werewolf

Remus Lupin x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023​! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: Artemis; wilderness, the moon, protection, hounds

Summary: Remus' SO decides to finally figure out why he's been looking so rough every month and gets more answers than they bargained for.

Word Count: 1,890

Category: Angst, Fluff

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Mysteries were overrated.

Every so often, when I dove headfirst into learning something new and spent hours doing that for fun, I wondered whether I should've been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor. But now, after spending far too long trying to reason my way to understanding, I'd decided to throw logic out the window and do some good old fashioned following people around instead. My Ravenclaw friends would never let me hear the end of it when I told them, but right now, I didn't care.

My boyfriend, Remus Lupin, had been ill on and off for months. He leaned on his friends, relied on them for support, but never turned to me. I'd talked to him once or twice, but he'd never given me a straight answer, and when the third month in a row came around that he looked on the verge of death's doorstep, I decided to get to the bottom of things one way or another.

Which was why I was out in the middle of the night on the Hogwarts grounds, trailing a far distance back from the Marauders as they moved in a pack. All of them except my boyfriend seemed in good spirits, and whatever was going on, I felt for Remus. I hadn't expected the adventure to take us out of the castle, so I still wore pajamas, and only love for my boyfriend kept me from turning right around to seek shelter from the cold night air.

To my surprise, the four boys ahead of me made straight for the Whomping Willow. I knew they were idiots, but I had no idea what possible draw the murder tree could have for them right now, especially with Remus so clearly feeling terrible. Then, in a flash, Peter disappeared.

I blinked and rubbed at my eyes, trying to figure out what I'd seen. Then, in the dull moonlight just barely filtering through the clouds, I saw a rat scurry across the roots of the tree. A moment later, the branches froze in place, and the remaining three boys ducked into a passage normally hidden among the roots, the rat following right after them.

Of course they were unregistered Animagi. I knew that month they'd spent barely talking hadn't been a ploy to mess with the Slytherin Quidditch team, or James trying to impress Lily with his friends' support, or anything else they'd claimed. But Remus hadn't been part of that.

Before I could second guess myself, I let every last ridiculous Gryffindor instinct take over and rushed to the tree, sliding into the hole at its base a split second before the branches began whipping around again furiously. I muttered a quick lumos to light the way ahead of me, then hurried after the boys.

Before I got very far into the tunnel, I heard horrifying screams coming from ahead, the same kinds people said came from the Shrieking Shack. I hesitated for half a second before racing off down the tunnel in the direction the boys had gone. Whatever that noise was, it wasn't good, and I needed to make sure Remus and our friends were alright.

I made it about ten steps forward before I collided with someone. They wrapped their arms around me and held me in place to keep me from moving forward, and after a moment's shouting and confusion, I recognized the person holding me.

"Y/N, you have to get out of here!" shouted James, his tone urgent. I'd never heard him yell like this before, never saw his cool composure drop to the level of the panic currently in his eyes.

"James, what's going on?" I cried. I heard that horrible screeching again, and I tried to move past him. "Where's Remus?"

"You have to leave, now! It's not safe-!"

A moment later, an earsplitting howl replaced the screaming. I froze and so did James, and our wide eyes slowly found each other. I knew that howl from Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was a werewolf.

"You have to run, now," James finally said, his voice low but firm. "If you don't, he'll kill you. It doesn't matter that he loves you, when he's transformed... he has no control."

"Is he... is he going to be okay?"

"Not if he comes back to himself to find out he killed you. Now get out!"

With that, James turned on his heel and transformed before my eyes into a gigantic, gorgeous stag. I could hear barking and snarling further down the corridor, still not close but definitely getting closer. I hesitated, hating to leave without doing anything, but James was right. I didn't have a choice.

I took off running back the way I'd come, trusting the Marauders to take care of Remus tonight. For now, that was the best I could do.

Commotion followed me the whole way out of the tunnel, getting just so slightly closer as to make me nervous. When I finally raced out of the tunnel, I just remembered to slam the root on the tree to stop the branches. I didn't look back as I raced up the grounds to the doors of the castle, finally breathing a sigh of relief from the safety of the entry hall.

I quickly ducked into the nearest secret passage lest Filch catch me out of bed, then slumped back against the wall and slowly sank to the ground. The adrenaline of the past few minutes crashed over me in waves, and I focused on taking long, deep breaths. Slowly, as I calmed down, the actual information that came with my investigation tonight sank in.

My boyfriend was a werewolf. His three best friend were unregistered Animagi, and they apparently spent every full moon with him in their animal forms.

Every DADA class we'd spent discussing werewolves (which, thankfully, hadn't been that many) suddenly came rushing back to me. All the time our teacher had spent talking about them as if they were monsters, while Remus just had to sit there and listen. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking a second to run the odds on expulsion if I punched a teacher.

Remus was nothing but the sweetest, most wonderful person I'd ever met, and I was so lucky to have him in my life. The thought of people ignoring that, of Remus' face if someone called him a monster... all I wanted to do was wrap him up tight in my arms and never let him go.

I decided to focus on that last feeling instead of the 'punch a teacher' feeling. I had no idea how long these transformations lasted, but I had a feeling Remus would be awfully beat up when he finally did make it back here. With a quick pitstop in the kitchens to grab a few of his favorite snacks, I headed back up to the Gryffindor common room to wait.

Only sheer force of will and a deep love for Remus kept me from passing out after the first hour. The fire was warm, the blanket nest I'd made on my favorite common room couch was comfortable, and the adrenaline dump just made me want to pass out. But I kept my eyes open, waiting for him to come back. Finally, a little after three in the morning, the portrait door swung open.

"Come on, Moony, let's get you upstairs."

"It's okay, nobody got hurt-"

The Marauders staggered into the common room, James and Sirius holding Remus between them as Peter held the door. They all froze on the spot, however, when they saw me waiting on the couch.

"Hey," I said, finally moving from the spot I'd spent the past few hours holding down. I blinked sleepy eyes and managed a smile as I approached Remus and the others. "Uh... do you guys mind if I get a minute with my boyfriend?"

James and Sirius shared significant looks, then both turned to Peter. After a moment's hesitation, they looked back at me and nodded.

"Moony we'll, uh... we'll see you upstairs," said James. He nodded to me as he eased away from Moony and headed for the stairs, Sirius following behind him with a narrow-eyed warning look in my direction. Peter followed, giving me a mix of a look between James and Sirius'. Then, finally, I was alone with my boyfriend.

"So... I'm still your boyfriend?" he asked. He leaned heavily to one side, away from me, as I approached him. The hurt and defeat in his voice ripped my heart open all over again.

"Rem... of course. I love you. Nothing could ever change that."

Remus didn't look like he quite believed me, but he drifted in my direction anyway. I smiled and closed the rest of the distance, taking up the position his friends had filled before. I wrapped an arm around his waist and started leading him towards the couch.

"You're not... afraid of me?"

I scoffed and helped Remus ease down into the blankets, then settled in next to him. I'd spent hours preparing this fort, and when I saw a little weight ease off of Remus' shoulders as he settled in, it was worth it.

"Of course I'm not afraid of you. I love you."

"But James said..."

"Never mind what James said. I love you, Rem, and nothing in the world could ever change that. I'm just sorry I couldn't do more to help you."

Remus huffed a laugh as I leaned against his side, then finally put his arm around me. I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he spoke and wrapping my arms around him in the most comforting hug I could.

"You find out I'm a werewolf and almost get killed in the process... and you're wishing you could've done more to help me?"

"I'm a Gryffindor, babe, I don't scare easy."

He laughed fully now, loud and joyous. It didn't last long, since he was clearly exhausted, but the sound made my heart sing.

"What on earth did I do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"

"You were a wonderful person every single day of your life, clearly. Now here, look what I got." Without further ado, I pulled out the snacks I'd stolen from the kitchen. Remus literally gasped.

"Did you get these for me?"

"Yup. If I'd gotten them for me, they'd've been gone already."

"You're wonderful. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"Yes, but I can always stand to hear it again." We shared a smile as Remus dug into the snacks, his head resting against mine, and then I sighed. "So... what do you think the odds are of the rest of the Marauders helping me through the steps to become an Animagus?"

Remus choked on what he was eating, then looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not! I want to be there to support you, Rem, through everything. I guess... as long as that's okay with you?"

He smiled, then gave a little disbelieving laugh. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before snuggling up with me again.

"I can't think of anything that would be more okay with me."

"Okay, good. But I'm going to put myself in charge of coming up with a lie to cover the mandrake leaf in my mouth. I'm pre-vetoing anything the rest of you come up with."

"Probably a good decision."

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Everything Taglist: @rosecentury

Harry Potter Taglist: @valkyriepirate

[book-girl4evaaa]

Wall you love me?

Don't ask. Tw: a high level of what the crap, read at your own risk, this is a joke!

Also all turtles idea, I BLAME THE GC!

Tags: @sleep-can-wait @fish-ofishial45 @the-slowest-turtle @the-ultimate-bookworm

Ugh here we go.

Archivist snuck through the darkness. Midnight was the only safe time to see them. It had always been, but now with the new laws restricting love of their kind, secrecy was even more crucial than ever. 

  In fact, to her, midnights were more than just the safest time, they were special. Irreplaceable. It was midnight 5 years ago they had met, under the glittering moonlight. They had spent countless nights sat together. Vista had talked and they had listened; they were a great listener. It was strange to think that she was just 13 then. It was so long ago, and things so different to how they were now. Both between them and the world. 

   Eventually, something grew between them. It was always going to happen, they both knew it, but something in them resisted. They stood stronger than archivist, almost as if they were made of stone. But of course, in the end they crumbled. They both fell in love.

  Now, Archivist stalked through the backstreets, silent and driven. Every step was a step closer to the things she loved the most, every stride having more push, more drive. She knew exactly where she was headed.

  Before all of this, Archivist had never understood “love”, or at least the concept. People spoke of it as a fairytale, a hole you fell into and couldn't escape, a series of choices you made for someone else, a gift and curse rolled into one. She still wasn't sure what she believed. But when she thought of them, her heart felt like it was glowing and brain felt peacefully chaotic and she just felt so, so alive. Maybe that's what love was.

  Archivist was almost there now. Just a little further… and she had to be careful.

  After all, love like theirs was forbidden in their world. No one would ever let it happen if they knew.

  Love between a girl and a wall was forbidden, and it would stay that way.

  The wall was the same as always, a pale pristine white, almost luminous in the moon's rays. Their gown of potato chips curved around their generous figure. They were beautiful, but that was nothing new. 

  Archivist shrugged back her cloak to get a better view of the one she loved. They were painfully stunning, from the small snags in the eggshell paint to the brick pattern behind. She saw little reminders of the wall - her wall - everywhere. But it was nothing compared to seeing them in person. They were solid, a single strong lifeboat in the turbulent seas of the world around her. This wall was her lover, her secret haven. Noone knew about them except…

  “Hey Vista! How are-” Bea jumped over a log to land alongside Archivist, before noticing the wall. She let out a low whistle. “So this is the mystery girlfriend… no wonder you got together.” Archivist flushed, affectionately stroking the wall, trailing her fingers along their paint.

  Bea and Vista had been “dating” for the past year now, to help cover for Vista and her true love. After all, it would be the perfect cover story for all the sneaking out in the middle of the night. But over time, real feelings developed. So vista decided it was time to introduce them.

  “So… hey kitten…” Bea leaned against a tree, not looking away from the wall for a moment. “How's it going?” 

  Archivist put her palm against the wall's side. This is how they talked: Vista could hear the wall and interpret their thoughts. “They say good… also that you have no rizz.” Bea chuckled.

  “So should we get to know each other?”

  “Yeah,” Vista translated. “That would be nice.”

Bea sat down next to Vista, squeezing her hands gently.

  They spent most of the night sat, talking. They did the same thing the night after, and the night after that. Slowly they grew closer, all of them. They became a trio over the course of those nights.

  Every evening gave Vista a hope for a future. A life.

  A day they could spend time together come down.

[lovelywritinglady]

Can I request HC and reaction for Allen, Lavi and Kanda meeting an mythology/cryptid/monster/were/etc female Reader. They met Reader, when they were saving someone, destroying Akuma and dodge/run from danger in true form, while using magic that not belong to neither Noah side, nor Order side.

D.Gray-Men reacting to a mythical creature

Characters: Lavi Bookman, Allen Walker, and Yu Kanda.

Fem!Reader, Violence, cursing, reader is not human. Using 3 different mythical creature descriptions for each boy.

Lavi Bookman-

Lavi pov

“These damn Akuma!” I screamed out feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount. It felt like I had been here for hours.

“Help!” A small child screamed in the distance. I dashed to save them.

“Big hammer little hammer, grow, grow, grow!” I exclaimed ready to take out the nasty akuma.

A loud whooshing sound flew past me with speed that I had never seen before. They slayed the akuma with a strange power blast coming from her fingertip, saving the small child. After the dust cleared, I noticed it was a woman, and a beautiful woman at that. However, with closer inspection, I noticed that she definitely wasn’t human. She was glowing f/c with f/c butterfly wings attracted to her back. She looked ethereal and I felt my knees going weak. I guess she noticed me and set the child down flapping her wings up in the air.

“No wait!” I exclaimed wanting to talk to her

She turned her head as she kept herself in the air. Now I had a perfect view of her. Her mesmerizing e/c eyes were sparkling and her hair looked like it was in water. She was stunning.

“Who are you?” I asked trying my best not to scare her away.

“Y/n.” She responded simply looking into my eye. She then descended turning into a human?“You?” She asked with a confused by look on her face as her new form shone in the moonlight.

“Oh me! I’m Lavi Bookman! It’s nice to meet ya, y/n!” I spoke excitedly as a furious blush erupted in my face.

“You as well.” She whispered, turing back into her previous form and going back into the sky.

“Come down!” I asked her

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” She responded flying away much to my disappointment.

“Wait!” I examined running slightly after her. But she was too fast and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen flew away.

“I know I’ll see you again.” I whispered into the night. I then sighed turning around to make sure the child she saved was okay as I thought to ask Panda what she was knowing full well that that power she used wasn’t innocence or anything else I had ever seen.

“She was so pretty.” The child spoke looking up at where she flew off.

“Yeah, yeah she is.” I whispered.

Yu Kanda-

Kanda Pov

“Now Mugen go!” I yelled slaying three akuma that were laying waste to a small town.

I jumped in the air once more trying to attack more akuma. Just was I was about to attack a sudden blast from a level 2 Akuma was sent my way. I blocked the attack just in time but it sent me flying back into a stone wall. The air was knocked out of my lungs making me cough. The same akuma came lunging forward and I tried to fight but my body wouldn’t move like I wanted it to. Just as I grasped my sword something grabbed it. Vines?

“What the hell?” I muttered getting up ready to face whatever was next.

“Die, scum.” A mysterious voice spat crushing the akuma with its vines.

A forest green vine like creature with e/c eyes and the body of a woman took out a level 2 akuma like it was nothing. She looked at it with the same look that I’ve seen so many others make before except I had never seen such a power before. She wasn’t human in fact I’m not even sure what she was.

She then looked at me and the angry look in her eyes faded showing a softer look. She gave me a small smile before turning back and walking towards the woods.

“Hey, wait. Who are you?” I whispered as my voice was horse.

She stopped without looking at me and spoke in a voice so soft that any normal person wouldn’t have been able hear. And then to my surprise, changed her shape into a human like one.

“Y/n.” Was all she spoke before changing back and disappearing into the forest.

After I regained my strength, I battled every last akuma. I fought until it was dawn until the last one was slain just as the sun peaked through the horizon, completing my mission. The remaining towns folk thanked me as I made my way back to the Black Order, desperate for some answers. All the while my mind couldn’t get rid of her. How she liked, how quickly and easily she killed a level 2, and how soft her voice was. I needed answers and most importantly…

“I know I’ll see you again, y/n.” I spoke aloud as a strange sensation filled my chest.

Allen Walker-

Allen pov

“Tim-campy, go notify the nearest exorcist that I need some backup.” I shouted at tim.

There were too many of them, even for me. And I desperately needed to save the people of this town. Too many have already died due to many high level akuma terrorizing them. I wish Lavi or Kanda were here to give me support.

“Shit.” I exclaimed as I noticed an akuma just about to kill a small family.

I leapt to destroy it and save the soul trapped inside. However, I was shoved back by an akuma attack. I flew back into the ground coughing from impact. I tried getting up but more akumas began surround me and the small family. I began to panic a little, feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with the situation at hand.

“Dammit, I need help.” I spoke to no one in particular.

I killed the three akuma that were before be as they were blocking my path to the family. I acted as quickly as I could manage. Just as I was about to reach the family that was screaming for their lives, I say fir?

The figure swooped in slashing all of the akuma ;that surrounded the family, saving them. I was awestruck by the sight. It like a wolf but it was standing on its hides legs. It looked at me and I noticed it had yellow eyes and grayish hair. It was a scary, but interesting sight. However, it turned to the family and I worried that it might attack them. So, I rushed at it knocking it out of the way. I heard it whimper and I felt a small pang in my heart at the noise.

“Are you all alright?” I asked the family as they all nodded still in shock at the events that happened tonight.

I looked at the creature only to find the body of a beautiful woman getting up instead. I was shocked by her. How in the hell can she do that? Was it innocence? I couldn’t have been as she wasn’t wearing any clothes nor did I see the familiar innocence green. She looked at me and I could tell she was pissed. I couldn’t blame her considering how hard I had hit her.

“Are you okay, what’s your name? Are you okay?” I asked her feeling really bad for hitting her. She gave me a blank stare looking into my eyes with uncertainty and confusion.

“Y/n. That’s my name.” She stated

“Nice to meet you. I’m Allen Walker.” I told her stepping forward trying to greet her.

However, that only scared her as she immediately ran at an incredible speed truing back into her previous form.

“Wait, please! I just want to talk to you. I’m so sorry for earlier!” I pleated with her feeling disheartened.

She was gone. I shook my head forcing myself to refocus on the task at hand. It seemed that with her help, all of the akuma were slain. I smiled to myself thinking about her. She was pretty, maybe the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.

“I’ll see you again y/n, I know I will. Take care.” I whispered before going back to tend to the family and by others that were wounded in the village.

Thank you so much for reading ! 💜 I’ll definitely write more Head Cannons and more D. Gray-Man fic in the future. Thanks to the person who requested this! I hope you like it(it’s my first time writing these) I put my own twist on this.

Please feel free to like, comment, request, and reblog!

Click here to see what I’ll write for and HERE for my master list.

•I do NOT own any characters except y/n•

-L.W.L.

[my-pjo-stuff]

Selkie!Percy AU - Luke is the only one besides his mom Sally, [who is a full-blooded Selkie, who chose a human life], who knows, that Percy is a Selkie and his pelt is his cardigan.

It is Luke, the best person he has met since his mom, that Percy trusts to keep his skin, knowing that Luke is too good to take advantage of it.

Luke really does it - while Percy is on a quest, Luke lovingly protects his cardigan, keeping it clean and protecting it from other children, others find it a little strange, but they know that Luke cares deeply about his promises.

Luke found out that Percy was a half-selkie when he was looking for him to return to his cabin before curfew, Percy came out of the sea in his white seal guise and stood naked in the moonlight except for his skin in the form of a cardigan that was long enough to cover his private parts. Percy was terribly scared, Luke calmed him down and promised not to divulge his secret on the river Styx.

Luke confesses his "loyalty" to Kronos holding Percy's skin in his hands and Percy turns cold with horror, Luke swore only to protect his secret, not to use it…

Luke throws a cardigan at Percy that was in excellent condition and tells him to make his choice - stay at the camp or join Kronos.

Luke gave Percy his own choice.

I'm starting the phase of loving demigod-demi-inhuman Percy and his platonic connection with Luke again - I'm going to bombard you a little bit. You are so interesting and pleasant.

. . . . Ok wow so first off, WHATEVER POSESSED YOU TO SHARE YOUR WONDERFUL THOUGHTS WITH ME I AM SO GRATEFUL 😭😭😭💖💖💖

Bombard me all you want please, I have never been complimented more in my entier life <333333

ANYWAY TO ADD ONTO THIS AND THE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN PERCY AND LUKE (also, platonic Luke & Percy to the TOP) Imagine if the way Luke acted directly overlapped and paralleled with the way selkie parents and older family members usually act, which played into Percy trusting him so much. For example : Selkie kids don't usually go hunting their own food while wearing their pelt due to the dangers. Their parents hunt and bring them their food. Out of pelt, this translates into selkie kids not really getting their own food. Instead having their parents bring it to them. Luke, when he noticed Percy never really going up to take his own food during meals starts to bring some with him. Before he found out about the other's heritage Luke had assumed that he was simply shy. Just imagine little Percy sitting uncomfortably at the Hermes table. Starring down at his empty plate and very clearly being hungry- but also too afraid to get his own food due to his own instincts screaming at him to stay and wait for his parent. And suddenly there's Luke next to him, giving Percy his most reassuring smile as he shoves a plate of different foods towards him. Also just think about the idea that normally, older family members take care of the pelt of the younger family members. When the younger members are still small and can not yet take care of their pelt fully on their own usually an older relative takes over. They show them how it's properly done by demonstrating it. It's something deeply personal and familial between selkies, usually reserved only for parents & children or siblings. When Percy had lost his mother he struggled a lot with the upkeep of his pelt at first. He was still pretty young for a selkie, and while he knew the basics he didn't yet have the same skill level that his mother had. He figured it out after a while, but it was a bumpy road. So when he gave his pelt to Luke to look after and care for it was actually a HUGE thing for selkies. One could have taken the action as Percy endorsing Luke as his family.

Of course that wasn't the case back then- the gesture came from a place of need. Still there were rumors among the nymphs born from it. It's also why Percy broke down after Luke left for Kronos. He spent the night curled up in bed, crying as he clutched his pelt. The pristine condition of it did nothing to soothe Percy. Because it was physical proof of the fact that Luke cared. He cared for him.

The pelt looked better than during the first few days of camp where Percy hadn't yet quite gotten the hang of caring for it yet. And Luke didn't even have the experience he had before- he wasn't even a selkie.

Yet he also took time to learn, and to keep it in perfect condition.

To Percy it felt like losing his mom all over again. It felt like he lost the bit of family he had at camp.

And he couldn't even comfort himself with the idea of Luke never caring in the first place because he did.

[toiadeenovels]

18+ Minors DNI

The Conversation

Ummm best friend I.. gotta.. yea... I, that's right I need to let you in on a lil secret. I'm wanting you I have been for a long time. Your sun kissed, sexy, deep-toned skin like the darkest of chocolate glistening in the reflection of the moonlight. With a tall frame and muscular physique making my mouth water. I can't help imagining the things that you would do to me; all the many different positions that you would maneuver my limbs in.

Damn... It's like you got my mind consumed with thoughts of you. Fantasizing about you and I in every way imaginable. The messed up part is, I don't remember when these thoughts began. Yet they've taken over my mind. Hell I can't even remember when I began to look at you differently I. I mean don't get it twisted you have always been aesthetically pleasing to the eye; not on a I want to get with you level. But more like that stroke game could be fun level. However, we've become like this; this somewhere between you being a cool ass friend and me losing my damn mind.

Ha... yeah that's it I lost my damn mind and now I have to find it. I'm not stupid, there's no way that you would think of me on that level... I already know you won't even look at me like that. See I've known my place in your life for a long time. I'm that bony Tomboy from around the way. And yea you've only seen me as 'little mama' I know... But for me we've hypothetically been through this before and that was years ago. But finally I can say I'm a big girl yea, that's right I'm a grown woman now; not that same inexperienced girl from before. I know what it is that I want and baby its you that I want and its not like I'm trying to be your exclusive. I know you wifed up an all that but just make room for me thats all I'm asking for. Shit not even polygamy I don't have to be a wife unless that's what you wanted too.

I just know that you're what I crave, like making my sweet tooth ache. Like I wake up out my sleep cuz I can smell you baking and I can taste you on my tastebuds, like you apart of a feast spread out before me. Ha.. I'm losing it for real. I really have lost my damn mind.   You got me gone... so gone (this shit is so unreal) like Monica singing the song but except its my reality.

I shake my head tryna clear my mind but I soon realize that it's too late. Because my hand snakes down into my Agent Provocateur. My fingers caressing and massaging my pearl feeling like Tweet oops oh my... (sh...shh..shi..sshit babe fuck huh) See what I'm talking about, I want you to understand.  This is what you do to me.

Like right now, As we're out getting frozen yogurt and I'm paying just a lil to close attention to the way your tongue is licking around that spoon. I'm glued watching as you suck up every drop of flavor, wondering did you get it all. I'm so damned focus, going through all these changes fuuck....  and you're asking me if I'm okay... Um... no Best Friend. I'm not okay and you know why? Cause I want to study your anatomy very closely as if i was taking classes at the nearest university and needed the credits to graduate.

[mysterypond]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @hxhhasmysoul and @subdee

Going to do a hxh specific one here since that's what y'all are here for, then I'll do a more general one on 98

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

69- hxh

98-total

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 340,320 total

3. What fandoms do you write for?

HxH - 2021-2023

Ensemble stars - 2023

Everything else is just one-offs

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5) There Were Two Beds -killugon fluff

4) AITA for asking my fiancé not to sleep in dirt?  -hisoillu crack

3) Time x Goes x On -killugon fluff

2) From Me x To You - my killugon letters fic

1) Would Kira have gay sex? - with a whopping 15,103 kudos this fic blows everything else out of the water and contributes to more than 50% of any of my overall fic statistics except for word count. I call it Fics Georg. It is an outlier and should not be counted.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. I appreciate the effort people put into commenting, so typically I try to respond with the same effort level as they put in.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Re x Do or Judgement x Day tbh

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh From Me x To You is probably a good one,

8. Do you get hate on fic?

All the time lol. If you ever see comment moderation on one of my fics just assume something bad happened there.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes and no, I usually use nsfw fics on this account for nsfw humor or as a backdrop for introspection. I don't expect anyone to get off reading them but if you can, more power to ya.  

10. Do you write crossovers?

No

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep! Multiple times lmfao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@amagiis and I wrote this one :3 written in the moonlight and painted on the stars 

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

For hxh.... probably Paridling. @jyuanka has a chokehold on me for this ot3 xD if you want an introduction go read A History 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Actually if y'all are curious I'll just drop two here

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gY8AqF9L7O6vCunl-r5HLLZ6Vv6XF5u8F6aDzDmIWHo/edit?usp=sharing - Pre-canon Ging/Cheadle meeting

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QCG2tmuK2D_6skO261llt4H2ihisC9H2QpXPat2vd8c/edit?usp=sharing - this was going to be my hxhbb23 fic before I got nuked by irl stuff and then took an indefinite hiatus from writing hxh fic, I'm just like togashi lol maybe I'll finish this one in 4 years

16. What are your writing strengths?

Tbh I feel I'm skilled at most aspects of writing but the ones I would stay outshine the others are my wordplay and my dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Biting off more than I can chew. I seldom finish the multichapters I plan, which is why I usually wait until I finish writing it to post.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do it all the time if applicable idc. I'm trilingual, and know bits and pieces of like another 4, I'll throw translations into the notes but I don't see why people get annoyed with it. There's plenty of fics on ao3 lol.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

pokémon... in like, 2007....

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Five x Star x Service  - pariging coffee shop au.

I usually only like "aus" (excluding canon divergence stuff, I typically enjoy that) if I write them xD

Anyhow, I tag.... the people I mentioned earlier lol @amagiis & @jyuanka and anyone else who wants to do this :3 y'all can @ me and say I tagged if u feel awkward about it

[foxingpeculiar]

Elden Ring/SotE:

So, I realized I totally forgot about Ranni's quest. Very much a "doy," head-smacking moment. Especially since that's obviously the best ending.

So I did the rest of that--went to Renna's Rise, through Ainsel River and Nokstella. I think I got everything in Nokstella except the Golden Seed--I went up to the temple and got the Moon of Nokstella, but didn't think to poke around, and then saw it later from below and was like "fuck it, I'll get that later."

Got through the Lake of Rot with a minimum of fuss. Even beat the Dragonkin boss in there, which I've never done before. Had enough Boluses that the Scarlet Rot wasn't a huge problem. Then went down and beat the Astel down there in one go--he looks scary, but he's not that tough (not for a dedicated sorceress at level 132 with a maxed-out Mimic Tear, anyway).

Got to the Moonlight Altar and did all that shit. The lady in the Ringleader Gaol did take me two tries, but I got her on the second one by basically spamming Transient Moonlight at her. Goddamn, that move rules. Chelona's Rise kind of sucked, only because it took me forever to find that third, flying turtle, but I got Ranni's Dark Moon out of it, so okay, cool. The Lunar Estate and Moonfolk Ruins weren't bad--the talisman that boosts your FP was worth it for a sorcery build. The Glintstone Dragon wasn't shit. And then Ranni and I got sort of married and we're off to the races there.

So then it's Consecrated Snowfield time. But first, I had a whole "Beast Eye Quivers" moment in the Secret Path to the Haligtree area, and thought to myself "well, I already killed Maliketh, but let's see what this is about." So I found the whole Invisible Bridge of Bullshit thing, which I definitely did not find on previous playthroughs, and I guess that's cool.

The Snowfield is kind of going the same way--I'm finding things I didn't even think to look for last time I played this. Like the Albinauric Rise, the seal on which took some figuring out, but (thanks to some Crystal Darts) I managed it. I don't even remember what was in there, but it's the principle of the thing. Also found the Consecrated Snowfield Catacombs, which I definitely did not know were there, and man, that place kind of sucked--mostly because of the Burial Watchdogs. That first one that ambushes you from a high platform freaked the shit out of me the first time and absolutely wrecked my shit, but the second time I was prepared and I got him. (Incidentally, Loretta's Great Bow is fantastic for disarming the flame/frost traps from a distance--learned that). Didn't even fight the second one--just grabbed the helmet from in front of him and ran away through a narrow passage he couldn't follow. I'm not having trouble with the Cleanrot Knights this time, though, and the boss there wasn't shit.

Found the Forlorn Cave, also. Again, nothing to write home about. Although once I beat the Misbegotten Crusader and teleported back to the entrance, there was a Land Octopus at the cave mouth absolutely flipping her shit, so that was kind of funny.

I haven't much progressed beyond the river yet, I'm still in the "this is some Frigid Outskirts bullshit" snowstorm area. Got ambushed by a Red Wolf of Radagon, pancaked by a surprise Dragonkin spirit, stumbled upon a caravan and barely made it away with the Flowing Curved Sword, etc. I feel like there's probably still some stuff I haven't found, but I'm ready to slowly start making my way toward Ordina, I think.

Really curious to see how Elphael and Malenia actually go this time. Last time I got a co-op summon and the other player honestly kinda took the lead in the Malenia fight. But this time, I'm gonna beat her on my own merit... hopefully. We'll see how that goes.

[docholligay]

Ep 7: Shauna

Hello! This is about up to Episode 7 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 7 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the seventh episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me.  Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like  “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember  that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you  talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all  I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I  could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please  just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open

I love that even in the middle of the wilderness, even while we’re trying desperately to survive, even then we have teenage drama. I mean, admittedly being pregnant is a fairly major thing, but it feels, I suppose, refreshing, to have that amount of drama around something so typical. 

We;re seeing the cracks in the relationship between her and Jackie, cracks that were always there because Shauna is constantly trying to think of ways to punish Jackie, to vent her anger toward jackie, even as she does love Jackie as much as she hates her. I don’t think Shauna would even understand the way she fels about Jackie. But something like this was always coming, the way that Shauna feels grateful to Jackie and is also tired of living in her shadow, the way she longs for Jackie’s approval and also desires to get away from her. Even now, she still can’t tell Jackie the truth, because to admit that would be more than admitting she slept with Jeff, it would be knowing, and having to risk Jackie seeing on her face, that it was never about loving Jeff, it was always, at core, about Jackie. 

ANd because of this even while Jackie is trying to connect again, and even while Shauna wants this connection, she of course can’t give it to Jackie, because she can’t give Jackie the real truth. She is absolutely going to be caught in this fucking lie about the night it happened, how could she possibly think it wouldn’t? You can see it all over Jcakie’s face, that she knows Shauna is lying to her but she still doesn’t understand how. ANd the hilarious romper room hiding of the journal, like Jackie doesn’t directly disbelieve her anyhow, like she hadn’t poured out everything into it, like that’s not a very easy place to find something if you’re looking at least minorly. I think on some level Shauna wants Jackie to know, because it has to come out, it has to be free of it all, it can’t be done like this anymore. 

Sauna being a terrible liar is less of a problem with her and Jeff, who are both lying to each other, but they are so caught up in their own lies that they can’t even begin to be thinking about each other’s lies. 

Adam! What the fuck! I absolutely still think he is not on the up and up, but he is so completely right when he says that Shauna so desperately wants to blow the world up and see what happens. In so many ways, marrying Jeff and having Callie wasn’t that different from simply letting Jackie control her and what she did. It was easier to follow a path, and that’s all Shauna has done, while the whole time she’s resenting the very people she loves, in the same wayt she loved, and hated, and resented Jackie. She has never really learned to communicate her desires honestly, never learned what it was to have a dream that might conflict with the ideas of others, no matter how badly she wants that. And maybe it could have. Maybe she could have wanted to kill the rabbit, except it DID die, and she blames herself for that. She blames her desires for that, and so tried again to stop having them. 

It’s just going to end in tears again.

[silversiren1101]

Minovae & Ghouls... Or...?

With the divorce from DnD/OGL Paizo has had to abandon a lot of concepts or change them massively since they're pretty much identical lifts from DnD and not irl folklore or myth. The emaciated feral humanoid with lanky limbs, long tongue, jagged fanged maw, claws that paralyze except elves, and carry a disease they proliferate through called 'ghoul fever' known as the Ghoul is one of those.

The new pathfinder Ghoul funny enough I think fits the pathfinder lore re: Kabriri much better; it's no longer a disease but a curse that compels you to eat raw flesh or you suffer horrible necrosis... but if you do give in you're basically damned to come back as a ghoul if you die from the curse. They also now have the Grave Knowledge ability baked in that was introduced in Blood Lords (like Divinity elves, they can absorb knowledge and memories from the humanoid flesh they eat). Ultimately I think it's a change for the better given it fits the Kabriri lore much better (craving and forbidden flesh AND secrets!) and won't be as much of a pain in the ass mechanically to run (double fortitude saves per swing I hate you)... but their new visual appearance really doesn't fit with the savage cannibal undead trauma that serves as the whole impetus for Minovae's story. They're far less feral looking: hair and clothes and straight posture (which makes sense, they looked identical to DnD ghouls lol). Personally not a huge fan of the new art direction but, hey, I understand why.

So I've been looking for a new cannibalistic undead to traumatize her!

Originally, she and her adventuring party were ambushed in the night by a pack of roving ghouls seeking to turn some of them and/or kill them and leave them to rot so they could eat them. Her party (which had been moonlighting as spies against the loyalists in the civil war without her knowing) leave her behind in the attack, the rogue slicing her ankle so she can't run since they'd been looking for a way to get her out of the party anyways (too lawful lol). Obviously they don't get away, and they all perish except for her who manages to fight off the two ghouls that stay to play with her. She survives but at what cost? Horribly injured, diseased to near death, and traumatized with a fear of cannibalistic undead and being eaten alive and of disease. It pushes her to pledge herself to the Hellknights for numerous reasons.

A replacement monster needs to fit the same premise: undead, feral, eats humanoid flesh, overwhelming force, nighttime ambush, and something that leaves her diseased afterward.

Enter the vrykolakas. Just one of them, because it's a hulking brute of a monster. And not even a full one, just a single vrykolakas spawn.

A vampire-kin known for its ferality, brute strength, speed, wolf-like tracking capabilities (and affinity with wargs and werewolves), hunger for blood and flesh that can effortlessly drain living prey dry, difficulty to slay (permanently), and... plague!

A single vrykolakas spawn, a level 6 creature, attacking the camp of 5 level 2 adventurers (at most), in the night, and one of them being cut down purposefully? An easy TPK. Even better, when she's cut down and the others make a run for it, the predator instinct of the vrykolakas kicks in and drives it to go for the fleeing prey rather than the near helpless one.

As for how she makes it out alive? I'm debating whether it simply is satisfied with feeding off the others and returns to its burial site, or if with it bloated and feeding she manages to get the jump on it and drives her spear through it and taking it down - either way it provides a great motive for the Hellknights to get out there and find it; much more than ghouls anyhow.

It's also given me a much better way for her to want to pick up the shield so badly: her arms being mauled as she raised them in front of her face to protect herself as it bore down on her, jaws closing around them effortlessly. Lesson learned: get a real means of defense.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 68 JON VIII (pages 850-861)

After giving it a good effort to escape pursuit, Jon and Qhorin find them selves surrounded, and under Qhorin's orders, Jon changes teams.

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When night fell, the Halfhand had told Ebben to take the squire's garron as well as his own, and ride east for Mormont with all haste, back the way they had come. The rest of them would draw off the pursuit. "Send Jon," Ebben had urged. "He can ride as fast as me." "Jon has a different part to play." "He's half a boy still." "No," said Qhorin, "he's a man of the Night's Watch."

sorry, hang on... was Qhorin planning for Jon to go 'under cover' the whole time? Like that wasn't just a last minute plan after they'd been captured, he was actively planning for it as soon as they started their retreat, or since he let Ygritte go?

"Is your sword sharp, Jon Snow?" asked Qhorin Halfhalnd across the flickering fire. "My sword is Valyrian steel. The old Bear gave it to me."

Valyrian steel = 🥛

"We may escape the, yet," the ranger said. "Or not." ... "If we are taken, you must yield." "Yield?" He blinked in disbelief. The wildlings did not make captives of the men they called the crows. They killed them, except for... "They only spare oathbreakers. Those who join them, like Mance Rayder." "And you." "No." He shook his head. "Never. I won't." "You will. I command it of you."

Yeah, Qhorin has definitely had this Plan B brewing for a while now. I would love to be in his head right now, just to know, is it because he thinks this is Jon's best/only chance at survival, or because he wants a spy on the inside because this whole thing is so much bigger than the normal crow vs wildling stuff?

Also: kinda mean to give him this order right after having Jon recite his oath with him.

... darn it Qhorin, you're hitting right in the sweet spot of the vibes, I can't tell if it's one or the other re:motivation. Like, Qhorin could even be giving Jon this 'mission' just so Jon will agree to the effort to save his life. Cause, like, at the same time, I get that Qhorin has been keeping Jon for this as they fled, but it's equal amounts, "Jon's the only one that could get undercover/pull of the faux defection" and "Jon's the only one Qhorin can save."

Beyond, the walls pinched in sharply, and the stream led them to the foot of a tall twisting waterfall. The air was full of mist, like the breath of some vast cold beast. The tumbling waters shone silver in the moonlight. Jon looked about int dismay. There is no way out. He and Qhorin might be able to climb the cliffs, but not with the horses. he did not think they would last long on foot. "Quickly now," the Halfhand commanded. The big man on the small horse rode over the ice-slick stones, right into the curtain of water, and vanished. When he did not reappear, Jon put his heels into his horse and went after. His garron did his best to shy away. the falling water slapped at them with frozen fists, and the shock of the cold seemed to stop Jon's breath. Then he was through; drenched and shivering but through.

WATERFALL CAVE!!!!!!

Ahem, I'm fine. It is a Rule: if there is a waterfall in your narrative, there must be a cave behind it. I do not make the rules, but that ^ is one of my favourites.

... OMG this freaking bird! quick, someone, make a pun about twitter and followers, I'm sure this eagle has one in it somewhere.

On either wing, archers notched shafts to the strings of small wood-and-horn bows, but did not loose.

I notice he didn't say they drew either. Nice.

It will remain, to my dying day, a pet peeve when archers in movies draw and hold the full draw for several minutes at a time. Look, I'll let Elves get away with it, because mystical BS reasons, but humans? No, gtfo, you're breaking my suspension of disbelief. What am I upset about? I think I've mentioned before, even Olympic level archers can't hold a full draw on a bow for very long, I've seen one person claim they can hold a full draw for a minute or two, and on a composite bow with the pulley system holding the draw weight, yeah, maybe? But a non-composite bow? Bullshit you can go longer than 20 seconds if you aren't fully trained for it. And they are never composite bows in the movies (Except Hawkeye in the Avengers, i think?) it's always long and/or recurve! Also yes, draw weight can and will affect how long you can hold the full draw, but again: long and/or recurve bows, typically things that are supposed to be in the war bow range which have some of the heaviest draws! for several minutes a scene! If the prop bows didn't have the draw weight of a licorice strap, the extras would be so screwed.

Ahem, sorry, I think I'm done being oddly passionate about things now... yep, I'm good, let's move on.

Oh! Oh! It's happening!

Oh my gosh, Jon just suppressing his feels and doing his best. His acting right now... You're doing great sweetie. Qhorin's doing a damn good job of selling this too, he is not making it easy.

The ranger was leaning away, and for an instant it seemed that Jon's slash had not touched him. Then a string of red tears appeared across the big man's throat, bright as a ruby necklace, and the blood gushed out of him, and Qhorin Halfhand fell. (...) The light was already fading from Qhorin's eyes. "... sharp," he said, lifting his maimed fingers. Then his hand fell, and he was gone. He knew, he thought numbly. He knew what they would ask of me.

Yeah, and that's why he asked twice if the sword was sharp. A moment of silence for Qhorin Halfhand, he was a pretty alright fella.

...

Ruby = 🥛 I'm adding it because the word keeps popping up this book. (now watch it not show up again for the next few.)

I do not care for this Rattleshirt fella. He's kinda whiny, very quick to disavow Jon and Jon's win... or try to steal the credit.

[mikaharuka]

Last Words... for Feb 9, 2023

(tagging for reference - @tsunderewatermelon, @mrsmungus, @axolotlsupremacyowo, @bleepbloopbotz, @alpaca-clouds, @lena-hills, @udaberriwrites, @danceswithdarkspawn, @aislinnstanaka - I know y'all love femslash, but I just started so nothing happens... yet)

[I tagged y'all, but let me know if you want to be tagged, and if so, then on what posts. Also, I realized I don't have a tag list for my official fic posts, so let me know if you want to be on that as well]

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Normally, I just work on one fic (Prithvi, the earth element and first trio of chapters of Mahabhuta)... but this week was wild.

First, there was that nine-fold drabble I wrote 3 days ago in 7 hours (A Study in Hands). I thought that was an exception... but then, I get a brief flash of a Rose/Elle prompt and I started to outline that. Then I woke up today, possessed by a femslash take on the Azure Mystique erotic dream sequence (chapter 11 of Apricity), and now here I am.

Knee deep in Azure Allure! (also for Miranda's 'bergamot' prompt)

Although the high-level "plot" and themes are the same between Mystique and Allure, the sensory details, actions, and execution will be different. After all, the characters (Carlisle/Carine, Beau/Bella) are "only" 90% or so similar. I mean, Mystique is very masculine and Allure will be very feminine (no kidding...), so yeah! I have a plan!

That being said... I'm also quite nervous because this is my first attempt at a femslash-centric fic. I know, I felt the same way three years ago when I wrote slash-centric fic for the first time, but still >.>

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As always, this is a raw, no-edit draft, so SPAG errors are likely.

Also, if you've read Mystique, this first part will likely feel similar, since this is the opening exposition with the scene setting pieces.

(for those who want to play compare/contrast: Azure Mystique)

...also, I got excited and shared all of today's 540 words... so all of it?

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[From Azure Allure]

Cool, comfortable, calm. 

All of the pieces needed for Bella to smoothly shift in place and return to sleep. The metronomic lull reverberating through the air would make that incredibly simple. 

Only something was off. Why was her room so noisy? 

True, she usually ran a melodic white noise track in the background before drifting off to sleep. Something like the crash of a waterfall or the low whistling of a wind, set to the backdrop of a soothing, lovely tune played on a piano. 

But those sounds weren’t all Bella heard.

There was this incessant crinkle popping off like fireworks near her ears, every time she so much as made herself comfortable. Eventually, the grating sound woke Bella from her half-dazed state and she moved to sit up. She stretched her stiff arms to the sky then slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the mostly dark surroundings, lit only by the few rays of azure-tinged moonlight that diffused through the light mist.

Had she really fallen asleep outside? 

After adjusting her headband and pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail, Bella stood up and stretched her body again, before lifting her gaze to take in the world around her.

The ancient forest, with all its majestic pines, firs and spruce trees reaching out to the dark dusk sky, hummed with this vibrant energy so full of life - energy that soothed Bella’s spirit with every deep breath she took. Despite the mist and limited light preventing her from getting a clear view of the land, that familiar sharp, yet sweet scent of the evergreen trees whistling through pine needles, star-shaped leaves, and dried-out bark lining the forest floor - all of it was so very familiar to her.

The forest along the shores across Akalat.

Though Bella had no idea why she woke up on the forest floor, she wasn’t about to waste any more time lingering around - not with the final rays of daylight set to fade away. She didn’t know where in the forest she was, but that hardly mattered - once she arrived at the beach, she would be able to navigate her way home from there.

Feeling a wave of that grounding energy rush by her sense, Bella slowly closed her eyes and let her body and mind fall in tune with the symphony surrounding her.

The gentle breeze grazing her skin.

The light mist settling closer to her.

The pine and petrichor filling the air.

The rhythmic waves pulling her along.

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Bella was not sure how much time had passed since she began walking, but the sun had already set and it didn’t feel like she was any closer to the beach. She was no stranger to these woods, but somehow, she couldn’t recognize any of the glades she passed through. 

No, even beyond that, somehow the woods looked exactly the same as they had before.

That couldn’t be possible, though.

That had to be a trick of the hazy, azure moonlight.

And yet… that same moonlight grew brighter and stronger - then, within a flash, the mist from earlier vanished mysteriously into thin air, leaving only the azure moonlight and the bright stars dotting the now-clear midnight sky to help guide her way forward.

[theangryjikooker]

I'm not really a vminie, other than that I enjoy their bond and sometimes blink several times in amazement at them, but if I could maybe build a little on what your last anon asked and maybe throw a few of my big vmin eyebrow raises into your ask box to maybe start a discussion? I honestly think it's really healthy for jikook shippers/believers/whatevers to get into the weeds on vmin ship tumblr or twt. You could pick any ship for what I'm about to explain, but taekookers tend to be explicitly nasty, yoonminers just straight up explicit, and the rest of the ships just don't have the presence to create a good deep dive (except for maybe namjin? who wants namjin deep dive blog recs?) But vminies are mostly normal. They think their ship is in love (or at least used to-- huge drop off in those blogs and twt accounts posting in the past year or so, for obvious reasons) and they base their theories around that. They're rarely super disparaging towards the other members, and the vmin bond is so open that they don't need to really create insane theories. They just vibe. They also seem to be handling the more recent proof that their ship isn't real extraordinarily well without falling into delusion. I would say none of the other big bts ships would do the same. (and I have proof tkkers wouldn't). But for anyone who really thinks Jikook is real (I'm like 75/25 myself), I think it's valuable to look another narrative, with a lot of genuine contradictions in it to the 'standard' jikook one, straight in the face and take in how perspective can change something. It's healthy. These spaces so quickly fall into echo chambers.

off the top of my head, my big vmin eyebrow raises:

vmin have zero physical boundaries. open affection, sometimes truly bafflingly so. all over eachother and almost never pull away. (jikooker: of course they don't pull away, they're not hiding anything. do you see the way jimin leaned so naturally into jk but then saw the camera--. vminie: vmin go 2 seconds without touching eachother challenge failed)

they literally acted out being boyfriends on more than one occasion (jikooker: it was s roleplay! you know how tae is! vminie: they're trying to tell us!)

4'oclock, scenery, and sweet night. 4'oclock is explicitly about jimin and has been confirmed so on MULTIPLE occasions by the members. That in and of itself is insane (i wrote a long long letter to the moon one night but it wasn't as beautiful as you PLUS namjoon's moonlight movie ref, whew), but if you then look at the lyrics to scenery and sweet night the lyrical parallels and common themes paint a pretty crazy picture. Vastly beyond any song jikookers have ever managed to tie to their ship, except for maybe the serendipity i am you you are me. (jikooker: tae is just a lazy songwriter of course he's using the same themes, you don't know his live. vminie: LOOK AT HIM ALL HIS SONGS ARE JIMIN CODED HES CRAZY)

I also think jikookers could use a solid rewatch of older bangtan content. I'm watching BV2 right now and the amount of time that Jimin spends hanging off Tae/they spend together is truly incredible. In Jikook spaces all I got out of it was a few scattered fragments of interaction (Jungkook spends WAY more time gravitating towards Seokjin in Hawaii at least by my read)

Do I think vmin is real? No, for obvious reasons. But I think paying attention to the way a ship can generate these narratives is important for all shippers.

Co-signed 100%. I always find discussing Jikook and Vmin and the difference in their dynamics really interesting. What I covered isn’t anywhere near the level of discussion I could go into, and a few followers I’ve exchanged DMs with know what I’m talking about lol.

I also need to watch the BV series again and have been planning to. It’ll be nice to watch them with fresh eyes.

[sangdelune-archive1]

✧ * º • –– @phantasmaw asked:   "You've been looking up in search of answers for far too long," Miryin says, its gaze as luminous as the moon which the boy turns to so often. It studies his face passively. For many weeks now it's listened to those pieces of broken heart that the boy shares with the night sky in vain. And during those same weeks, it's made careful not of his sorrow, his anger, his aloneness. He's one of a kind- just like their sibling. No wonder Sovann has taken to him. But it's a pity to let such a young thing blindly believe in the impossible. It's not here to shatter illusions, though. Not yet. It needs to assess first. So Miryin lowers to a crouch that brings it eye level with the boy. Moonlight winks and dances along inky hair and glazed eyes-- blue as sapphires awash in brilliant light. It asks, voice low and distant, "You want something back that belongs to you, do you not? Do you have the means to take it?"

                                ⮩      【    𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.   】

╰  ☾  ☆ * : ･   ⁞    —     ˗ˏˋ            𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐆 far deeper into bleeding wounds than he would have liked. All he wanted to do that night was to gaze up at the moon; to talk to that celestial body despite KNOWING full well he would never get an answer ( not yet, at least ). The moon that shone above was one of the very FEW comforts he still had left. On nights as clear and brilliant as this, he should have been at peace. Yet tonight, he felt ... unsettled as he found himself staring not at the moon but this PERSON before him.

Why was it speaking to him like that ? Why did it ask such questions ? It was clear that the other KNEW a great deal about him despite this being their FIRST meeting. Yet ... its questions shook the child to his very core; clear upon his features as he merely stared at it bewildered.

' You've been looking up in search of answers for far too long. You want something back that belongs to you, do you not ? Do you have the means to take it ? '

Does he ? Does he have the power to bring his dearest FAMILY together again ? For so long he had been chasing that dream so blindly; never stopping, even going as far as to put himself in grievous danger time and time again for the very SAKE of his family. But did he even know what he was doing ? Or was he really just some lost kid crying out for a family he'd NEVER get back ?

No ... he can't think like that. If he gave up, what would he have left ? NOTHING.

( Nothing except for them. )

Expression hardens again; trying to steel his RESOLVE despite the doubt that it had set into his heart. One way or another, he WOULD reunite with his family again.

' If I don't have the means, I'll find them eventually. I'll keep searching, even if it KILLS me. '